Who Are You Really?
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Elizabeth's POV
He asked me my name and that's where I froze. This is the trap he got my guard down to get me to say the words that would get me beat. I fell for this once before. I had a "john" ask me for my real name. I told him, he told uncle that I didn't call myself moondrop but gave my real name. I was punished severely. I ended up with more broken bones than ever before. See we aren't supposed to say let alone remember our old names those were a past an old life that was to be nothing to us. The name given to us at the time of our first assignment is the name we are supposed to forever go by. So when I told my uncles friend that my real name was Elizabeth I was caught. The friend opened the door, looked right at my uncle and told him everything I had just said. My uncle proceeded to beat me with whips, boards, chains and everything else he could get his hands on. By the time he was done I had a broken arm, broken leg, fractured cheek bones, a broken jaw and several ribs broken. I didn't move for weeks. With that memory I instantly stopped my crying and realized that this guy was probably a set up. I wasn't falling for it not again.
I sat up and looked at him and said "They call me moondrop." Now I was able to put my game face back on and compose myself. Just as I got myself together he peered at me with the purest blue eyes I had ever seen and said "no who are your really? What is your real name?" I shook my head at him and told him with unwavering determination "my name is moondrop. I stopped being that other person years ago, she no longer exists. Now why don't you tell me who are you really? I don't think you are an undercover detective here to take down my uncle I think you might be working for my uncle." I just stared at him waiting for his answer. I wasn't going to say anything more to him about me. I had already said to much. It was time for this man to come clean.
Michael's POV
I said something wrong. As soon as I had asked her about her name I felt the mood shift. She stopped crying which eased my heart. I didn't like seeing her cry. But now there was something totally different she was cold. My heart was crying out for her to be vulnerable and crying again because the cold that was coming from her was harder to bear. She had told me that her name was moondrop and when I pressed her about her real name she refused. Then she turned the tables on me by asking me who I really was. A huge part of me was conflicted. I could lie to her and give her my undercover name. I think she would see right through it though and then I would lose all the trust I have already gained with her. But on the other hand if I tell her the truth and she is playing me then I have just tipped my hand. I decided to go for it. I was going to tell this woman everything about me and the mission and hopefully she would understand and then open up to me more. This woman has been used and abused and isn't going to give anything up unless she knows she can trust the person she is talking to.
"Well moondrop, I really am an undercover detective. I work in a squad where we take down houses of ill repute for a more delicate way of expressing it. My undercover name is Jeremy and that is what you will here the leader of this house refer to me as. My real name is Michael. I'm from Washington state and I'm not now or have I ever been married." Now why did I tell her that she didn't need to know if I was married or not. Let alone if I had ever been married. "I chose you because I believe in all my heart that you are the one woman in this house that truly will do what needs to be done to get away from here. I see something in you that I just can't quite describe and I want to help you." All I can hope for is that I'm honest enough that she will be more open to me. I could see her eyeing me skeptically. She was trying to decide if she believed me or not.
"Do you see this scar here?" she asked. I looked down and saw a huge line that went from her left side to her right side just below her breasts. I nodded "yes I do that looks awful." I cringed at what could have hurt my girl like that. My girl? Where the hell is this coming from? I just met this woman how could I be feeling like this about her. But something deep inside of me wanted to hurt whoever had did that to her. I would show that person no mercy as they apparently did that to her. "This scar happened because I told someone my name I was given at birth. That person then told uncle that I spoke that name and I was punished for it."
Uncle that's what a few of the women we had rescued called him. Nobody in the underground or anywhere else knew his actual name just knew him by uncle. His reputation was that of a cold hearted, mean bastard who didn't think twice about abusing women or killing his enemies. My supervisors were really having a hard time with this one as I was without any real backup and was unarmed. Anything could happen at any moment and they would be too late to save me. But we had to get this guy out of the picture. We had to stop the damage this savage animal was inflicting in the world We had to save as many women as we could and this beautiful little moondrop was just one of them. I hope that when it's all said and done I can pursue something more with her but we will have to wait and see.
Elizabeth's POV
I wanted to believe him I really did but I just couldn't bring myself to tell him my real name. The scar that stretched across my ribs just under my breasts was a constant reminder. I lifted up my shirt and showed this undercover guy the scar. "Do you see this scar? It was given to me when I told someone my birth name and that person told Uncle that I had said something. I was severely punished and slashed as a reminder to not only me but others as well that the names we are given when we start to work are the only names we need to remember. I can't go through that kind of pain again. I couldn't move for weeks." He was looking at me with disbelief in his eyes. But there was something else what was that pain? Yes I think I see pain in his eyes but why would there be pain? The man didn't go through this and he doesn't know me from any other w***e in the house.
I went on to tell him that Uncle would never like me to say my name again. That he had waited years to exact his revenge on my family and once the opportunity struck he hit like a snake. That's when I dropped the bombshell on this man. Uncle wasn't just a name for the guy that he likes to be called by his w****s. He was actually my real uncle. A real family member doing this to another family member.
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