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_My Past~
The clock had just
hit 3AM Emma was finally home another rough night at the club she had
no desire to shower but she knew she needed a way to wash off all the
filth from that night. She turned on the water she had to wait so
long for it to be hot enough to her liking and living in the old
apartment everything took so long. She undressed just leaving on her
panties as she got her things for her shower reaching in she felt the
water it was hot just about right she pulled down her panties and got
in letting the hot water run down her back if anyone would have been
watching they get a glimpse of her scars on her back some had healed
but two large whip marks still happen to show. Feeling clean enough
Emma out and dressed into her pink silk nightgown she sat on her bed
brushing out her hair she was exhausted like she is every night.
Emma tucked herself
under the covers it seemed instantly as she laid her head she was a
sleep and so began her long night filled with nightmares of her past.
It always was the same she dreamed when she was a little girl dancing
around a large fire with music playing there was always an old lady
who spoke to her but not in Russian her native language but something
else the old woman always grabbed her hands speaking loud pointing
her finger out gesturing at something in the far distance. Emma never
could remember the old woman’s words to figure out what she wanted.
That dream lasted a while back to her dancing she must of been six or
seven. In that dream Emma felt happy it was safe almost but she knew
her next dreams would be the ones that frighted her.
The dream always
started dark she remembers seeing her father at this time she was
already a teenager they had gone out to buy a gift for her mothers
birthday it was late due to that her father worked late so they tried
to go find a shop open. There were men who seemed to be following
them her father took hold of her arms as they walked faster. The rest
happened so quickly the men caught up pulling Emma's father to the
ground beating him she heard his voice yell out to run so thats what
Emma did. Days later Emma's mother received a package it was from the
boss of the men inside was her fathers hand and a note saying she was
next that his debt was still not paid. Emma's mother cried as she
began to pack telling Emma to get her things.They left that night to
find a safe place.
Emma and her mother
traveled a few year all over Europe but Emma always missed Russia it
all she knew. The year of her nineteenth Emma decided she wanted to
travel back to Russia her mother thinking it was safe let her go she
knew her daughters happiness was more then just hiding perhaps she
knew what was next to happen. Emma settled back into a new life in
Russia she found a job at a bakery she talked to her mother everyday
it had been two years now all seemed to be normal. Emma had noticed
she had regular customers two tall men they sat at the same place
everyday drinking their coffee. They always tried to flirt with her
but she just acted friendly not to anger anyone, this one particular
day the men acted strange almost nerves when they came in. Emma was
alone one man came behind the counter he pulled out a gun telling
Emma to not scream and come with them. She looked in shock as the
other came from behind taking hold of her arm they walked out of the
bakery she was tossed into a black car and they took off. She knew
better not to scream or fight them she did ask why they were doing
this but no reply one man turned around throwing a dark sheet over
head.
The car had stopped
again she was pulled out of the car with such force she heard more
men voices in the background all Russian something was brought up to
her ear she could hear a woman yelling it was her mother the words
she got out of all the yelling was , debt , her fathers name and that
Emma would work it all off or die trying to. Emma tried to talk back
but her last words she heard was her mother saying she was sorry and
that she loved her a large shot gun was heard and the phone was
taking away from her ear. With the loud bang Emma in her sleep woke
up and like she did every night she cried again.
Every night was the
same and every morning since was the same. Emma would finally get up
make her breakfast before running a few errands around town she had
done this now for a year she got use to her surrounds but she knew
she could never leave. The reason was told to her as she was whipped
in a dark cell that night of her kidnap. Her father had owed money to
the Russian mafia he had no way of paying so he was killed as for her
mother being not Russian and no use to them she was killed to leave
no trail behind all except Emma who would be a good use to them she
had beauty that none could compare too the knew money could be made
from that. After her scars healed she was brought to an underground
night club there she was taught by the other girls to dance, waitress
but to never engage with any man sexually or she would be killed. Now
at the age of twenty four Emma worked the club at night any money she
made went to pay her fathers debt.
Morning came that
day and just like clock work Emma did her routine when it was time to
go to the club she just had to walk across the street of course she
was always being watched she did her best to go on hoping that one
day something or someone would take her away from this life and maybe
she would know peace and love. Emma was at the bar helping set up for
the long night ahead doors were open but just for local drunks that
needed their fix of alcohol. She tossed her blonde hair up in a
ponytail ready to work. Who knew what would could happen in just one
night.
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