You are mine

Edna's P.O.V

"I am going nowhere Edna,I am yours and I will support you in whatever you are four through, please trust me." Hunters says in a shaky voice. His words,his embrace,his scent makes me feel safe. I feel so protected and loved with him. Should I open up to him?should I tell him that the woman he loves so much is a slut? I cringe in fear just by imagining what his reaction will be. If I tell him,I might loose him. I can't loose him. His love is the only thing keeping me sane right now. The only thing that is meaningful now. It is in him that i   draw my strength from. But if I don't tell him,I still put our young relationship in jeopardy. Sooner or later he will stumble upon the truth and it will hurt more. Why did I dare to love?Why? I should have just kept it sexual. Simple. It could have been easier to walk out then. Everything is now complicated. I am sure by now the media has spread lies about me. After all,I am a black woman who dropped out of college and is dating a billionaire. The world will see me ,no,it sees me as an opportunistic bitch,gold-digger and a slut. Damn I have been labelled a slut all my life so much that am used to it. With this kind of high profile and bad image I am greatly disadvantaged. Especially if I decide to go to court against Madame. But do I dare?Can I really go against her and win?

I feel my eyelids getting heavier,I m sleepy and tired,Hunter's breathing is even,seems he is asleep. I move closer to his embrace making a mental note to open up to him tomorrow morning. It will be for the best if I came out clean with my past. At least then I will know if what we have is real and can outlive my past. With that,I let sleep take over me and fall into deep slumber.
     
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I wake up with warm sunlight rays washing over my body. I close my eyes in delight and enjoy the warmth and peace it brings with. Beside me,is empty,Hunters is nowhere to be seen. He must have woken up earlier than me. With groggy eyes,I take time to take a good look around me. Elegant, cold,beautiful. Those are the words I can use to describe the room I am in. Hunters really has a good taste for fine thing..or is it his designer? The coldness and aloofness of this room suits his personality well. It has to be him. I get off the bed and walk around the room. Everything is so expensive and of good quality. I don't dare touch anything. I am so afraid I could break them and not even my year's salary could pay for any of it. A painting grabs my attention. In the wall,I see the legendary painting of 'soul less beauty'. I am surprised. This painting is very famous and hundreds years old. It is said the artist is unknown but the mystery around it makes the painting even more precious. In the last auction the painting went for a 50 million!!! 
I stare at the painting in wonder. It is so life-like, the man is so cold and unreachable yet his blue eyes are like magnet drawing whoever looks at them in. He is holding a sword dripping with blood and beneath him and all around him are thousands of slain enemies. The painting is bloody but calming at the same time. He is so calm seemingly oblivious of that dead bodies around him,its like the brutality around him has nothing to do with him. I stroke the the painting and the smell of canvas and painting hits my nose. So beautiful.... So cold...
"You love it?" Hunters voice asks from behind. I stare at the painting for a while and in a very low voice I reply "yes, very beautiful." Turning around, I am met even with a more stunning view. Hunters is wearing q casual denim shirt and short,the blue colour brings out a devilish beauty of him out his hair is still wet and that brings out a sexy allure about him. This man! He must have sculpted with care by the gods. They must have taken time just to create him and come out this hot.
"Are you done drooling or should I take off my clothes you take a good look..." Hunters says in a flirtatious voice as he unbuttoned his shirt,so sexy! I am tempted to give in to his invitation but I remember my decision to open up to him. That just throws cold water to my dirty mind and sober me up.
"Haha tempting, but I'll pass" I say walking towards him and buttoning his shirt. It will be better if I hide those sexy abbs to keep my mind sober.
The room quiets again and the silence between us becomes awkward. Very uncomfortable. I am at loss on how to break the silence and open up to Hunters. Just as I open my mouth to say something, Hunters beat me to it.
"Are you going to tell me  what's going on...." He asks.
"What do you want to know?". I ask him. I am half hoping he won't ask about my past but I know even if he doesn't I still have to come clean about everything.
" Everything, tell me Everything. " he answers back in a resolute voice. Looking into his eyes,I know he won't back down until I tell him the truth. So I open up.
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" My real name is Emma Marisol but I had to change it after we escaped my foster home. My foster mother ran a child brothel secretly and could bring in innocent boys and girls to serve (have sex with) rich influensive men and women" I pause and look at Hunters,there is not even a ripple of emotions in his eyes, but I feel his hands tighten around my waist. That gives me courage and I continue.
"I was brought to the foster home when I was twelve. At first all was good,but after six months in Madame,my foster mother forced me into having sex with her clients. We stayed in the foster home for five years before we managed escaping by the help of a woman. Andrew recently sighted Madame in town,that means we are in trouble because we were the only kids to survive. The other children were either killed or commuted suicide."
After I am done, silence englufs the room. It is a thick death silence one could hear a needle drop. My heart sinks low. I expected him to react to this big revelation but nothing. He just stares at me. Is he judging me?  Does he hate me? Time trickles slowly and we just sit there with silence,I try getting off his lap but he holds me still. With a cold low voice he asks "how did they sexually assault you?" I can feel a murderous aura around him and it sends chills down my spine. I keep quiet but his cold voice persists.
"How?" This time his voice more forcefull.
"It all depended on her clients taste, they could use toys,crude tools,orgy sex,sometimes they could make me watch or take turns in raping me. But all of them took pleasure in breaking the kids will. They could do all sort of painful things just so you could cry,beg for mercy,if you break too fast,you could be killed instantly." I reply .  Talking about what happened to me with Hunters strangely comforts me.
"What's Madames really name?and do you still remember your foster home?" Hunters asks again. Why is he so keen with these other detail?shouldn't he be calling me a slut by now and end our relationship?
"I don't know her real name,and we never stayed in one place." How could I know? That woman is a ghost. She has know social site plus she was always keen on letting us call her Madame. However I can never forget that face. That  wicked smile on her face every time she watched her clients torture me. The moment we escaped, she also vanished without a trace. Just when  i think Hunters is done with his questions, he throws me a series of them.
"Do you know all her clients? Did you change your face?was Andrew assaulted to?
I am shocked by his questions. Why is he interested in all this? Why do I feel uncomfortable all over sudden with his grilling?I forcefully get off his thighs and stand before him. With a low voice,I answer his questions.
" yes I know all her clients by name,no Andrew was never assaulted he was used as leverage as we were close. No I didn't change my face but I did a surgery to get rid of scars in my body."
I don't like how am feeling about all this. Does he judge me now? I would say I don't care about what he thinks but I do,I care a lot. His questions scare me,scares me that he hates me that he doesn't want me anymore.
"We need to break up." I suddenly blurt.