France, 1880

A puff of his whiskey breath filled my nostrils as he breathed out. I rolled over onto my side, causing him to move closer to me, warping his beefy arm around my waist. I rolled my eyes in the dark that surrounded the room where they all stayed after five shots of whiskey, some sweet talk, and a few "accidental" flashes of skin. He was just like the rest, a big man with money, he thinks he can claim me because he has power. They are all the same, powerful, but deposable.

"Letty, Are you awake?" My sister's monotone voice drifted across to me from the other side of the bed.

"Yes Emmie." I answered back, my own voice devoid of any emotion. There is never any emotion left after they are finished with us.

"He is-"

"Just like the others Emmie."

"Should we-?"

"Yes Letty."

I gently removed the man's arm from my waist. I slowly stood up, the cool fall air hitting my naked skin from the cracked window. He stirred slightly before rolling over to reach for my sister. I turned to look at him, preparing to whisper sweet words to him to put him back to sleep. Instead, his hand groped empty air until Emmie placed a pillow in his grasp. He pulled it close to his bare, hairy chest. From the back I could see silver-white hair expanding from the top of his head to the middle of his head, where it slowly blended into a dark brown. My mind flashed back to earlier when it had been slicked back, now it flopped around in a tangled mess.

Our room was a small box on the top floor of a two story building, with one door to get in and out. We had one window that looked out to the dirt road below. We shared a wardrobe that held a few dresses, robes, and corsets. The vanity table near the door held our water pot and basin. I walked over to a hook that had been nailed into the wall; it held our silk robes. The only difference between the two robes was mine was crimson red, while Emmie's was raven black. I used the white light of the crescent moon to find my way to the hook. I slowly slipped the robe on and joined my sister, standing in the corner furthest away from the light.

She turned to look at me, her body completely hidden in shadow; the only part of her that I could see in the low light, was her pale face. Her normally pink lips were swollen and red from kisses showered on her from the man. Her blue eyes, now almost white from the moonlight, searched my face for any kind of remorse for what we were about to do. When she was satisfied that I was a blank slate she pulled the dagger from the sleeve of her robe and handed it to me.

I shook my head. "No Emmie, you were his favorite, he is yours."

Her only response was a nod. She closed the space between her and the man sleeping on the bed quickly. He mumbled in his sleep, unaware of the situation he had gotten himself into. Emmie sat on the edge of the bed. She gently caressed his hair, smiling down at him. Then she leaned down and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Huh? Wha-? "The man looked up at what he thought was a goddess, her skin so pale, her lips so lush and red, her black hair cascaded past her shoulders in small waves. She leaned down closer to his face and whispered something sweet. Or was that just her scent that smelled sweet? He didn't care, he just wanted to touch her soft skin and whisper kind words into her ear, make her stay with him forever.

He could feel heat radiate off of her skin and her fingers as they slipped through locks of his hair. His eyes started to drift shut, until a sharp pain from his head made him bolt up.

"WAKE UP!" A female voice screeched in his ear.

The man looked around the room and saw that there were two girls in the room with him, each in their early teen years. One stood in the corner, the other sat on the bed with a concerned look on her face. He shook his head, trying to think through white clouds that stopped coherent thoughts and the pulsing pain at the top of his skull.

"Are you ok mister?" The girl at the edge of the bed asked, she spoke with only one tone in her voice, so that her question of concern did not sound sincere.

"Where-?"

"Are you? You are in the attic of mine and my sister's house friend. We found you passed out in the street and thought you would like some help." The girl in the corner answered. She seemed friendly enough. The man looked between the two girls for a minute trying to decide if they were truly friendly. He was about to stand up, when he noticed that he was naked.

"Where are my-?"

"Your clothes are being washed." The girl on the bed said in her one- tone voice.

Something wasn't right. No proper young girl would be caught dead in a room a naked man unless they were...

"Wait… I know where I am. You two are-"

There was a flash of silver. A horse scream. Then it was over. I sighed and felt a tear slip down my cheek.