I remember one kill in particular; as it would be my last kill for many, many years...

"Oh, Jaak, why can't it be like this forever?" I cooed dreamily to my client, resting my head on his chest after we had made love. Or, I had thought it was love. He'd been requesting me for awhile now and I thought he really liked me.

Jaak's fingers petted through my dark hair and then massaged my neck. I had stopped wearing those damn ribbons Maksim had gotten for my 'look'. I hated those things!

"What do you mean, Leena? I've been seeing you almost everyday."

I lifted my head to look up into his eyes; such dark, handsome eyes. "Yes, but I mean more. I...I could live with you."

To my dismay he just shook his head. "And how would I hide you from my wife then? To tell you the truth, Leena, I might need to start seeing you only once a week. I'm not fucking my wife anymore and I think she's starting to catch on."

I felt my heart shatter at those words and I almost started tearing up then.

"Jaak, you don't need her. You can have me, all to yourself! I...I love you, Jaak." That was the first time I ever told him those three little words.

Jaak's eyes widened and he sat up straight, pushing me off him. "Leena! Are you nuts?! Y-You're just a whore! I don't love you. I can't! We just have 'fun' together, that's all. I'm in love with my wife!"

"I'm NOT a whore!" I practically screamed. The tears streamed down my face now.

"Yes you are! Then why the fuck do I pay you so much to suck my dick?!"

"FUCK YOU!"

I had enough of his words. I wanted to shut him up, for good! I shove Jaak onto his back again. I then grabbed a pillow and slammed it ontop of his face. It took all my strength, all the adrenalin in me to keep him pinned there. His arms started swatting at me, grabbing for me. He tried to kick me off him but I pressed all of my body against the pillow. I listened to his muffled screams as I smothered the son of a bitch! Listening until I heard no more. His body finally went limp but I stayed on him a minute or two longer, just to be sure.

I lifted the pillow, seeing Jaak's now lifeless eyes staring up at me. A tear rolled down my face and landed on his cheek, as I leaned in to kiss his lips one last time.

He was another favorite of mine, so before I left I stole a small picture of him. It was of him and his wife but of course I ripped that bitch out. Why couldn't I be his wife? Or anyone's wife? Why was I so unlovable?

Maksim was waiting for me outside, standing by the car with his arms crossed. He glared at me sternly.

"Where's the money?" He demanded.

I felt my heart jump into my throat. Shit! Why didn't I steal some money while I had the chance.

"I'll, uhh, give it to you at the apartment." I lied through my false teeth. "You don't want people to see us, do you?"

And when I reminded him of that he ushered me in the car and sped off.

Back at the apartment, Maksim grabbed ahold of my arm roughly and pushed me into his room. He slammed the door shut.

"The money?!" He demanded.

I didn't answer him and that rewarded me with a hard slap to the face. I stumbled backwards a bit, holding my cheek as I glared at him.

"I'm onto your game," he sneered, "Leena KLAMMER!"

My eyes went wide. "How do you..." Before I could get the question out, he threw a piece of paper at my face. Not just any old paper, a newspaper. My legs went weak and my ass landed on the bed as I read the headline. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but here it was in black and white:

'Leena Klammer, daughter of the deceased, Karl Klammer, is now a prime suspuct in a series of multiple murders.'

The article went on to explain how the bodies of my Father and Irene were found, including the bodies of my clients. The cops tracked down my sister and she told them everything about our past. There was even an old picture of me in the papers!

"Son of a bitch," I mumbled under my breath. I just couldn't believe it. This had to be a nightmare!

"I knew it!" Maksim snatched the paper from me, pointing a finger at my face. "I KNEW you were killing our clients! And now here's the PROOF! I should just turn you in right now!"

Panic rose within me and I jumped up to my feet, crying hysterically. "No, Maksim! You PROMISED! You said I was valuable!"

That was three years ago, and I was now twenty-seven years old. My God, have I really been a prostitute for that long?!

Maksim only sneered, "That was BEFORE you started killing our clients! And now I'm hardly making anything off of you! I might as well throw you out onto the streets!"

"NO! GODDAMMIT, PLEASE! I-Im sorry, Maksim! But they broke my heart!"

"Broke your heart? What do you think this is? Some kind of DATING service?! You DON'T fall for the clients!"

I was crying pathetically. "I know, I know! It WON'T happen again! I fucking swear! Please! PLEASE, give me another chance! Don't turn me in, Maksim! PLEASE!"

There was a long pause before he finally answered.

"Alright, Miss Klammer," he spoke my last name like there was venom in his mouth. "I'll give you one more, ONE more chance! But if there's another screw up, you're OUT! Understand?!"

I quickly nodded, "Y-Yes, sir. I understand."

Why did I ever fucking believe that prick?!

It began just like any other day, or so I thought. Maksim dropped me off at a new client's house, then left me there without saying a word, as usual. This was business after all, I had to remind myself.

"I expect 200 kroons when I'm finished," I explained to my client, "Nothing more and especially nothing less!" God forbid if I come up short with Maksim again. If this client didn't pay me what I asked then I was planning to steal.

"You drive a hard bargin, Leena. But let's see what you have to offer me first. Strip for me," the man ordered.

"What?"

"You heard me!"

I thought this was odd. As I said before, the clients usually wanted me to stay in my costume, as that was the only way I truly looked like a child. And I never stripped for anyone before. But as Maksim had said plenty times before, you have to give the customers what they want. So I obliged.

I started doing a little dance for him, giving the man a 'show'. I turned around, my back facing him as I slowly removed my coat. I was about to unzip my dress next, until he suddenly gave me another order.

"Put your hands up where I can see them!"

"What?" I turned around quick, not expecting it at all as the man aimed a gun right at me!

"FREEZE! You're under arrest, Leena! Put your hands up, NOW!"

Fucking Maksim! I knew it was him that set me up! I should've seen this coming! I should've known this 'client' was an undercover cop!

Fuck! Shit, fuck! I was dead now; caught redhanded. But instead of freezing, I took a risky move and bolted for the front door. But as soon as I stepped outside, that's when the squad cars came swarming in. I was surrounded. Caught!

I hold up my hands in defeat, and one cop came to roughly put my arms behind my back, slapping on the handcuffs. This was all happening so fast, I didn't know what to think or do.

"Leena Klammer, you're under arrest for prostitution and multiple accounts of first degree murder!"

I started screaming as they shoved me into the back of a squad car. "This is fucking Maksim that did it! You should arrest HIM! He kidnaps underage girls and forces us to do these horrible things! LET ME GO! I'M FUCKING INNOCENT!"

But they wouldn't listen to me. I kept screaming and crying, cursing them and cursing myself for letting this happen.

But I would soon learn prison was not to be my fate. It was something much more horrible, and it began with just two words:

Saarne Institute...