Falling For The Undercover Detective

Wait, He's Your Real Uncle

Michael's POV

I was trying to understand and grasp what she had just said yet for some reason my mind wouldn't let me.  The man we are trying to bust is her uncle in real life?  How could he be so cruel to her to his own niece this way?  Just then there was a knock at the door signaling that the time for the day was over.  I looked over at this sweet little woman that called herself moondrop as that is the only name I know her by and she is now crying.  Are those real or fake tears?  She told me she was good at faking the sadness for her uncle. She looks up at me and whispers "I'll be ok, it's time to go now."  Those were real tears were they tears of shame or hurt? Were they tears of joy for finally telling someone the truth?  Oh God I didn't want to leave her not like this. I went to hug her and she backed away.  "No it's time to go."

Elizabeth's POV

I wasn't faking the tears I could tell he was trying to decide if they were real or not. I wish I could have told him but our time was short.  They were real but not because he hurt me.  Because he seemed to really care and really be upset at the fact that a person could treat a relative this way.  Next time he came I was going to have to fill him in completely.  I had stopped at mom and dad's death.  I don't even remember if I told him that they had died.  That I blamed myself for their deaths and that somehow I felt like I deserved this kind of punishment.  There was a knock at the door signaling that his time was up.  I opened the door and my uncle took one look at my face full of tears and the red cheek and smiled.  He looked up at Michael and just smiled, shook his hand and said "same time Wednesday?"  To which Michael affirmed that he would want me the same time.  Then he added "remember I want this one to be exclusively mine until I'm finished with her.  That means in the void times she isn't with anyone else period.  Lock her in her room or whatever you have to do but she is mine and only mine for the duration.  I'm paying you more than enough to ensure that this can happen."  My uncle smiled and nodded his head in agreement.  Ya right we will see how well he holds to his word.  

Surprisingly enough the next day I was left alone.  I wasn't even called into the lobby for a john or anything else.  I was left to be alone with my thoughts in my room.  Meals were delivered to me.  It was refreshing to be left alone.  It gave me time to collect my thoughts and think of when I could see him again. I was counting down the hours until I was going to see him again.  I was thinking about the next conversation we would be having.  I replayed the last encounter in my head and started to realize that he wasn't acting when he was telling me the things he told me.  He was being truthful. He couldn't fake that care or concern about what he had to do for me. I smiled when I thought of how I aroused him when he was giving me the hickies nobody could fake that. He's my way out of here.  I need to finish telling him how I came to be here and the horrors I have faced since being here.  Then I will find out what it is that he truly needs.  I can't give him the one thing he wants though.  That's my real name.  I've been hurt to many times speaking that name and while I'm here I am not that person.  I'm someone else.  I have to disassociate with her. I will let him know that when the time comes I will tell him but for now it has to be moondrop. 

The next day there was knock on my door signaling it was time for me to meet a john.  This time I knew exactly who it was I was meeting and needless to say I was happy at the thought.  I got my attire on (just a stupid nightie that my uncle insisted all of us wear as a uniform) and made my way to the door.  As I was walking towards the door I put on my mask.  The one I always put on my face when I am meeting with a john it doesn't matter if it was one I've been with a thousand times over or one I just met.  I couldn't let people see how broken I truly was.  It's been to long since I have really had any hope.  I just am praying silently that I'm not wrong about this guy. I'm praying that he isn't playing me and that I'm not falling in love with a liar.  Wait, what did I just say?  Falling in love with him?  I just met him how could that be?

I am led to a room.  A different room than before.  Uncle doesn't like us to use the same room twice in a row with the same john. He says that's the way to keep them coming back and keep his girls guessing.  There is a tap on the door and Michael answers it.  His face is all skewed and he looks angry.  It scares me maybe I was wrong about him and he's just another of the same kind that I have been with before.  Maybe he was lying to me about being a detective.  He looks me up and down and says "is she going to wear this same outfit all the time? I'd like to see her in something different on occasion when you bring her to me.  Granted she doesn't stay in it that long but this will get boring and ruin the mood."  Then he grabs me by the arm and jerks me into the room with him.  Gives my uncle a nod and slams the door in his face.  I chuckle inside just imagining the look on uncles face.  He's been tripping all over himself trying to impress this guy.  Not sure how much they are paying him but at least I got a full day's rest yesterday.  I loved being alone so whatever this guys game is I'm ok with.

Michael's POV

I was anxiously awaiting for her to arrive.  My heart was pounding out of my chest.  It had been almost two full days since I had seen her last and it was killing me.  I wanted to make sure that she was ok and that he had followed through with his word that she would be just for me.  When the session the other day was done I went straight to one of the women that had escaped from here and was talking to her about my little moondrop.  The things this other woman told me about how moondrop was treated chilled me to the bone.  How could another human treat another human that way let alone one that is his niece?  My face was still in a scowl when there was knock at the door.  She was here and I felt my heart quicken.  I answered the door and there was the scum with my precious.  His filthy hands were all over her and I wanted nothing more than to break them.  She was wearing the same damn thing as the other day and I growled at him about it.  I then yanked her by her arm into the room and heard her gasp I knew I had taken her by surprise but it was all part of the act.  Then I slammed the door in the scum's face before he could say anything else because if he uttered one word to me I would snap.  After the door slammed I heard her giggle a little.  I don't think I was supposed to hear that but I did and I loved the sound of her voice when she giggled.  I wanted to hear that more.

I spun her around and her eyes were twinkling with amusement.  She looked up at me with her huge brown eyes and I saw something.  Hope.  I saw hope in her eyes.  Maybe she is believing me after all.  Maybe she is trusting me after all.  My heart swelled at the thought that this beautiful woman was going to finally trust what I was doing and trust that I was going to get her out of here.  From what the other woman told me this beautiful moondrop was an incredible woman because if even half of what I have been told she's been put through is true she has endured a lot.  More than any human should ever have to endure.