Okay, changed my mind. Each chapter will be one thousand hundred words long since I can't keep cutting it off right. Sorry I'm such a bad decision maker… 3

Why were they staring at me? I'm not a freak. I'm a whore. I was taught to be this way. If I wasn't remembering my old life I would do what Adrian taught me. Get on my knees before the man and make sure he pays him. It was who I was now. My eyes met all of the people surrounding me. I met warm brown eyes, one's that held such emotion. He was beautiful. 'Beautiful? What is it?' I chuckled to myself. I was lifeless. I was dead. Just another living dead girl… there were hundreds that came through when I was still Adrian's.

'Rose…' my eyes shot up to the compassionate green ones. How can she care about an it like me?

'My name…' more memories danced through my mind. 'It's been so long.' There was once a girl who was in love with her best friend's brother. The girl was told she was a child. The girl cried for hours. Then the girl was stolen.

'Tell us something, anything… please.' Tell them your story Rose.

'There was once a little girl. She had a best friend she would die for… even at age seven. She loved life.' I took a shaky breath. 'This little girl was in love with that friend's brother. Why? She didn't know. Maybe it was because he promised to keep her safe… or because he was nice, but either way he didn't want her… she was a child. She spent that night crying until it hurt.' I laughed. 'She snuck down stairs later that night, stealing her parent's alcohol and drinking it until she passed out. When she woke up she went to school like any normal day. School ended.' The memory was like the sea in Greece… clear… unforgettable. 'She walked with her best friend to her older brother's car. She wanted to cry looking at him, but she didn't. she put her hand on the handle to open the door. The car's zooming past us. She lifted the handle only to have a giant hand rip at her shoulder, another at her long hair. They pulled her inside. The last thing she heard being the screams of her best friend.' A tear slid down my cheek. 'She was a daddy's girl. She got everything she wanted. That's why God punished her. She had to be taught a lesson. She was a bad person.' I looked up at the clock.

'Tell us more.' The deep Russian voice I knew well sounded. I met his warm eyes once more. He was still beautiful. I gulped.

'She watched them tie her up. They spoke about her as if she were an item of property. She hated it. They took her to the master. He told her she would have to be…' I closed my eyes, trying to forget. 'She would have to be b-b-broken in… so he took her into the middle of the room where everyone could see. She screamed at them to help her, but the others just stared. They were sobbing their own pain. She cried and cried, begging him to let her go, that she would never tell. He undressed. She cried harder, begged harder. She screamed and screamed for help but no one bothered. He touched her where no seven year old should have been touched. He pinched and prodded, abusing her skin. She didn't bruise easily so they knew they could hit her. She cried for her mom and he back handed her. He told her to shut her trap and to let him break her in. She didn't want that, who would? She screamed as he put himself where he shouldn't have. The whole time thinking that she will never be free. She screamed as he tore the only thing that said she was a child still. In that moment the brothers words rang true, she was only a child.' More tears fell. 'He broke her in, she cried for her dad and mom. No one tried to save her. No one bothered. They wanted her to suffer. She cried herself to sleep that night, praying to God that she would someday see freedom.'

'Then what?' I looked at the black haired man.

'Then she grew up. Who would have thought that only at seven years old she would be used for that? She made one other friend. They spent years trying to save each other. She had a daughter waiting for her return. I had my friend. We fought the whole way. Then three years later she matured. She grew breasts and an ass. They called her the mother lode. All of them pinched, hit, abused her skin, and they got their sick pleasure from it. She laid there under them, her friend in the bed next to her having the same thing done. They stared at each other, speaking with their eyes.' I looked at Vasilissa. 'Why didn't you look for me? Why did you let me suffer?' I spat. 'Didn't you care?' I asked quietly.

'I promise you I cared, we all did.' She looked up at her brother. He was her half-brother. Her father loved to sleep around. 'Dimitri never stopped looking.' I met his eyes. I knew what mine looked like, they lost all color years ago. I was dead, what did you expect? They wired me with drugs, sold me. I had nothing. I was no one. I only knew my name they gave me.

'Lilith.' I whispered. I was still naked, I used to stay this way for hours. They looked at me questioningly. 'That's the name they gave me. I am Lilith.'

'What's his name Rose?' my head cocked to the side.

'Whose?' they looked at me expectantly. 'No one. Leave me alone.' I turned in my bed, facing away from them all. I curled myself into a ball. They didn't need to know.

'Rose?' I turned my head slightly. 'You remember everyone?' I turned. The dark beauty extended his hand to me.

'Dimitri Belikov Dragomir.' The brother.