"You owe us a very large sum of money, Mr.Hartnet. My employer would like it now." A rather imposing figure spoke, eyeing the poor man who had borrowed a bit too much only to lose it on a horse race. "P-please, I don't have the money! I'll do anything!" The man pleaded, his face bloodied and bruised already. A pistol aimed at his head. The man frantically looked around his small room, eyes falling upon his only daughter as she sat huddled in the corner, the girl, barely out of highschool watching her father's apparent execution. Terror in her own eyes as to what may happen to her. If she only knew. "T-take her! Take her she'll cover it all right?!" His daughter's eyes widened more, staring in disbelief that her father would suggest such a thing. The man that was supposed to protect her selling her in his stead. One of the figure's associates grinned and stepped forward, grabbing her by her short cut hair and pulling her near, inspecting her as he would inspect a whimpering horse. Checking her teeth, feeling her muscles and more intimate fleshy areas before nodding his approval. The figure gave a nod to the man before firing anyway, making his daughter cry out in protest as her father slumped to the floor with a large portion of the back of his head missing. "Now the debt is settled." The figure spoke before beginning to walk out. Suddenly she felt herself drop, a rag over her mouth shut her senses from the world and left her in the nothingness of their absence. When she awoke she felt goosebumps upon her bared flesh, the cool air sending a shiver down her spine. She felt half naked and when her eyes finally focused she found she was, stripped of plain clothes and half dressed in a maid's uniform, the cloth falling from her delicate flesh. Her hands bound before her, holding her in a kneeling position. Fighting to find her voice her eyes darted about the dark and seemingly barren room, looking for meaning before the memory of how she had gotten here returned. A whimper escaped her, tears forming in the corners of her eyes before she heard the door behind her opening, her head snapping to look behind her, fear and trepidation apparent. "W-Who's there?" She questioned, her voice quivering in fear while she tried to get her still weak legs to move under her.