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fingers traced down my shoulder, then along my arm, as he looked into my eyes, his gaze intense.  The way he looked at me chilled me to the depths of my soul.
    I might have had an inkling of what I was in for, but I had no idea the depths of what would be done to me.
    He was in his seventies I guessed, his hair white and sparse.  His body was frail.  But his mind was not.  His mind was still active, full of perverse desires.  And he was a sadistic man.  He enjoyed inflicting pain, more than anything.  More than sex.
    He would try to break me.                   
    I was fourteen then.
    “Meia,” he said, looking me over.  “The name suits you.”
    I kept my head bowed, my heart co ntinuing to thump in my chest.
    “Look at me, girl.” His voice was sharp and I obeyed.  I didn’t realize then he would want to see my eyes, see what I looked like before he stole everything from me.
    What he didn’t know was what I had looked like before.  Before any of this.  He didn’t realize there was nothing there anymore.  Nothing left to steal.
    He could torture me, but it was irrelevant.  An irritation.  Like the sharp bite of a mosquito on the skin.
    “You are to be given free reign here, provided you please me,” he said, taking my hand in his thin one.  He guided me through the great room, toward the rest of the house.  As we walked, I looked around at the vast expanse of my kingdom.
    I would be a caged bird.
    He coughed, the sound jolting me out of my thoughts.  He brought a handkerchief to his mouth.  “You are not a prisoner,” he said, as if he could read my thoughts.
    “No, sir,” I said, my voice barely more than a whisper.  I would learn to call him Master.
    He stopped, turned toward me again, and I felt his eyes on me, but I looked straight ahead.  “You are a rare beauty, Meia.”
    I nodded.  It wasn’t a good thing.  It was a curse.
    Later, when he showed me the room, the feeling of terror intensified again.  I stood there, staring at the instruments, the implements I would come to know well, my child brain unable to wrap my mind around what could be done with them.
    That night, I would begin a new set of lessons.  He would subject me to small pains at first, stimulating my body at the same time.  Those were the pains I was used to from the finishing school in Bangkok...the sharp sting of the whip, the flat hand across my body.  It was gentle compared to what I had suffered before.
    That first night was the easiest.  It wasn’t until he had lulled me into a sense of security, treated me kindly over the course of the first week, that he began the torture.
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    It was an irony that the thing that saved me from the old man - my pregnancy - was the very thing that would become my undoing, the very thing that would keep me bound to Aston.  The old man was no longer interested in me after I became pregnant.  He left my child and I money in the will, an apology of sorts, or at least I liked to think it was.  It was the money that made me bold, made me think I could simply walk away from everything with my son.  But I hadn't been so lucky.  Aston had found us.
     

"Fights?" I asked, looking around the old building behind the clubhouse.  It was a small building, decrepit the last time I saw it and just about the same now, with a concrete floor and metal walls like any other warehouse.  Except this looked like a fucking training facility, nothing fancy, but the type of thing you'd find in one of those old school boxing gyms - a makeshift ring in the center, some heavy bags hanging in the corners, and weights over in the side.  Two of the brothers were inside, their hands wrapped, punching at the bags.
    "What the hell is this?" I asked, turning toward Blaze.  "You guys starting a boxing gym or something?"
    Blaze smiled.  "Benicio's doing some underground stuff."  He shrugged.  "Don't knock it.  We get paid good for providing the muscle during the fights, running