It had been a quiet night, Rosaline sat in her room staring out the window looking out over the street. She missed her family, it had been 8 long years, she was an adult now, yet in many ways she still felt like the stubborn child she was when she had left home intent on finding a way to "Rescue" her family from the throws of poverty. It had been a nice ideal, and perhaps if given a second chance she'd have never left home, not if she knew she'd end up here. She hated her job, If she had been sure she could she would have ran home years ago. But the money she sent her family helped them so much and she would have hated herself more had she given up on something they so badly needed. But more so then the job she hated the men(and rarely the "odd" women) who came in, the sad pitiful disgusting men whom night after night she had to smile for, lie for, and lay under them while they got off and she lost just a tiny bit more of her self respect. Oh but of course what did they care for her "Self respect" her opinions didn't matter to them, her own pain didn't matter to them. She was just there for entertainment.

Of course that was until Marshall. He had been something else, a beautiful man (At least on the outside as she would find out many months later), and when he came to her room, he simply wanted to talk. It had caught her by surprise, after all, what in the world could he want her to say. She would be hard pressed to remember what they talked about that first night, but she remembered as the conversation came to a close he made his move, a kiss that took her breath away, more so as he trailed those kisses down her neck in a surprisingly gentle manner. When he pulled away, she gently grabbed his arm, she asked him if he wished for more, after all that's what he paid for. His response, left her quite confused. "I got what I came for, I'll be back again, until then get some rest." and she didn't see him again for another week.

Over the next few months he came to her every week, and each time it was the same. Often times he brought a fine wine with him, it always left a weird taste in her mouth. Though she never told him this, she didn't want to offend him. She just smiled and drank it anyways.

She fell in love quicker then she had ever thought possible and the nights he was there she talked of her life, of her family, and on her darker nights how much she despised herself and what she had become,/ He always said so little about himself but she never cared. Even to this day she still wonders why he came to her, why he spent all those nights talking to her, it was obvious he had money so what was it that made him come here and spend his time with her? Perhaps he was just lonely?

And so it was nearly six months after their first meeting, that he showed up one night, telling her she would be leaving the brothel....
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He had come that night, carrying a small black suitcase in his hand setting it down on the bed when he walked in. Dressed in a nice dark brown suit, his dark hair brushed back away from his face. She hurried over to him embracing him tightly. It had been over 2 weeks since she had seen him and she had grown worried.

"Marshall! Where have you been?" She muttered softly into his jacket, unwillingly to pull herself away from him to speak clearly.

"Making arrangements my dear." He carefully pulled away from her, placing a hand on the suitcase. "Pack the things you want, and leave the rest." Short and to the point, as he always

She stared at him confused, but went about gathering her things talking to him as she did. "Where am I going?, What about my family...If i don't work here I can't possibly take care of them, they need this money.." she pushed a dress into the suitcase along with a few pieces of jewelry.

He smiled at her, a smile that put her at ease. "You'll be coming to live with me, and as for your family, well they will be taken care of until you...adjust to your new life, at which point you can pay me back."
She simply nodded and packed the last of her things without a word or a second thought as to his intentions. He had treated her well, she had no reason to doubt him now. As he gathered up the suitcase and escorted her out, she felt the slightest pang of sadness, she did hate this place, but in some way, yes she would miss it.

The carriage ride to his home was quiet, she sat curled against his side asleep. When she awoke the next morning in a nice bedroom, she realized he must have brought her in to avoid waking her. She wandered the house admiring the nice things he had, looking for him. One of his maids had explained to her he had gone out and would be back that night, and that she could do as she like until then.

She spent the afternoon sitting in the backyard(something she is still to this day happy she did, since it would be the last time she saw the sunlight), one of the books from his shelf in her lap. She understood the basics, but she hadn't read much in a long time, so it was slow going and quite often confusing.

He returned that night while she was eating her dinner, he placed a hand on her shoulder softly. "Did you enjoy your day?"

"Yes, you have a beautiful home." She sat her fork down and turned to look at him, he reached down taking her hand pulling her gently to her feet and closer to him. She leaned up and kissed him. "Come, I want to show you something." He said quietly. Leading her away from the kitchen and down the hall to an nice bedroom.

She didn't mind, she knew this was going to happen eventually, and for him she didn't have to lie, she would have traded anything to be with him. But things are never what they first appear.
And when she awoke the next night, hungry for something so much intoxicating then food and confused she understood that.