Wrenched

Whisper I was stolen as an infant and raised by my master, William Dupre'. For twenty years I was hidden inside a plantation home on the outskirts of Connard, Louisiana. Stupidity killed William giving me my chance for freedom. But where do I go when I have only known the walls of his home? When I have no friends and have never made contact with another person, other than my master and mistress. I am a secret. The outside world was only known to me through the movies I was granted access to. I've only ever had contact with one man who treated me as his pet to do as he wished. I chose to run without looking back. I stole into the night on a wing and a prayer with my book, a handful of bills and my rag doll, Jenny and a head full of hope. I had to believe all of humanity was not like William and I was right. But then I had to go and let my guard down one evening giving myself over like some sex starved fool, to the tattooed man who had strolled into the bar I was working at. I was a coo yon, a stupid girl. Miss Catherine I had felt it in my bones that somethin' was goin' to be comin'. I didn't know when, but dem bones of mine never lied to me. They always gave me a warnin', a feelin' in dem that left me to work the rest out for myself. I hadn't had such a strong feelin' seepin' into them in a long time. There was nothin' much to be done but sit here in front of my comforting fire in my cozy livin' room with my crochet until I be called upon. Sara We talk. I lie a lot because I need to keep my identity a secret. I can't let that personal information out. I lie about my name, because I gave my real name to a stranger today, and now I'm saddled with a damning letter. Tonight I will be Sara, and she will help me move forward. I'm handing her the reins. Edge I've had too much fucking time to think about my past on the ride to Louisiana. I had blocked out that part of my life, even though it helped to shape the person I am now. I'm ruthless. I don't give second chances. I get the job done. Conscience plays no part in my world. You f*ck me or the club over, you are done for. I'm indeed a soulless bastard through and through. I'm grateful I was taken from my father, or God only knows what would have become of me. Would I even be alive? They say blood is thicker than water. Well, that is debatable. Boxer She has no reason to trust me, especially since I'm a man. I have to keep reminding myself I'm the only other man she has met in her entire life and I'm asking her to believe my words when she has no good reason to. Jonathan Boothe I really should get out of Dodge, but this is gonna be too good to miss. The maestro has conducted his last song. What could possibly go wrong?