Falling For The Undercover Detective

An Escape Plan?

Elizabeth's POV

What the hell did I just hear?  I was staring at this john blankly trying to comprehend and make sense out of what he just said. This guy is a secret agent?  No more than likely he's a plant by my uncle to test my resolve.  After all uncle knows I'm not happy here and would do whatever I could to get the hell out.  I so miss my brothers.  I haven't seen them in three years. I had to look them in the eye one day and tell them that I didn't want to see them again. Then one day uncle told them that just after I turned eighteen I took off and didn't say a word as to where I went. Then he made me write them a letter telling them that I was striking out on my own in New York and would contact them when I had resolved all my issues with them.  I haven't been allowed to communicate with anyone since and I'm watched constantly.  God I would give anything to get away from here.  Uncle has put me with some of the worst "johns" he could muster.  I've had broken bones, deep cuts and bruises everywhere.  They have beaten me and r***d me and abused me in ways others couldn't imagine.  I've been close to being broke.  Many times I have thought of just giving up letting one of these jerks kill me or maybe even killing myself.  I actually did try once.

It was about a year ago.  I had finally had enough.  There was no hope of ever getting out of this place.  My brothers had given up trying to contact me through my uncle.  I know because whenever they would contact uncle about me I was beaten.  For the first few months after I turned eighteen they would call weekly, then every other week, then once a month and now they don't bother calling.  I asked uncle if I could leave and was told that I was his "best commodity" so the answer was I wasn't getting out of here at least not alive if he could help it.  I told him how I hated him and would leave some day and at that he just laughed.  He told me that the hate was good he could work with that.  From that point on he put me with some of the more violent "johns" he had in his clientele.  They hurt me.  Sometimes so bad that I wasn't able to move for weeks.  One actually broke my leg and stabbed me several times.  That took a few months to actually heal from.  As painful as it was I was always grateful when a "john" hurt me that bad.  It meant that I had a break.

One night I was able to get my hands on some pills and a straight razor.  I was always able to take a bath by myself so I knew this would be the time and place to get through it.  About an hour before I was to take my bath I downed all the pills.  Those in themselves were enough to kill me but I wanted to ensure that I was going to die.  An hour later I made my way to the bath.  I knew enough about slitting my wrists to know how to do it so that I would bleed out quicker.  I've watched other girls here do it wrong and few do it the right way.  I started to slice into my arm and had to bite back my screams as the pain was so horrible.  But even with the pain the way it was it still felt better than what I was feeling emotionally.  I got one arm sliced and started blacking out.  I could feel myself sliding down into the water.  I felt the water surrounding my face and filling my mouth and nose.  I couldn't breath and I didn't care.  The end was coming.  I was going to be free.

Suddenly I felt cold air, pressure on my arm, fingers down my throat.  Someone was screaming for the house doctor.  Why in the hell would I still hear them talking about the house doctor?  I was supposed to be dead.  "Why in the hell didn't anybody check her before she went into the bath?"  That was my uncles voice.  He was pissed off at whoever he was talking to.  "She brings in more in one day of work then all the other girls bring in every week."  I hear the doctor come in and he starts barking orders.  "If you want this girl to survive you need to move now!"  But I don't want to live.  I don't want to be here any longer.  I just want to join my parents, give my brothers some peace.  Give myself some peace.  I felt the darkness take over once again and I found myself surrendering to it.  I welcomed it.

When I woke up I was in a white room.  There was beeping sound over and over again that I could hear.  The smell of antiseptic permeated my nose.  Damn it I'm not dead.  I'm in the hospital.  I wanted to cry.  I did cry.  No getting away from this life.  What more could I do?  "Shh sweetie, don't cry.  You had a terrible accident but you are going to be ok." It was the voice of the sweetest little old lady.  I knew her she was the house nurse.  She usually was appointed to keep watch over me whenever a "john" got to rough.  I looked at her face and saw the sympathy.  "Why didn't they just let me die?" I cried out.  She just took my hand and gave me a knowing look.  I knew why.  I wasn't a person, I was a commodity.  I was never going to escape.  At least not through death. Please God provide me a way to get away from here.  I need my brothers back.  I so want to live again but not here.

Michaels POV

I could tell she was conflicted.  I wonder if something similar to her current situation with me has been attempted before.  I need to reassure this woman that I am legit.  I can see the hope in her eyes that she could escape.  But at the same time I could see doubt in her eyes.  This woman has been broken to many times.  I admire her.  She's been broken but still hasn't completely lost her spirit.  She's cautious though.  I don't blame her.  If only half of what I have learned about this uncle guy is true he is ruthless.  We had a couple of girls that escaped just barely.  They will never be the same.  Those poor girls are actually in mental institutions throughout the country.  He broke them that well.  According to the one there was one girl under his thumb here that despite all his efforts has not been broken.  I think I found her.  I can see the spark and doubt in her eyes.  When we approached the tribal council about this guy they were skeptical at first.  When we provided them with the information we had, they were horrified that someone in their midst could do so many despicable things.  They didn't condone that behaviour and they sure as hell wanted it away from them  So we were given the go ahead to infiltrate. 

"Look I get it you are wary of me.  Undoubtedly your pimp has tried something like this before to test your loyalty."  She stares into my eyes as if trying to assess if I'm real or not.  "I've talked to a few girls that have escaped from here.  I helped them.  I can help you as well.  You don't have to stay with this man. He doesn't own you.  I'm sure there is someone out in the world that misses you and would love to hear from you."  With that I see something flicker across her face.  Longing, yearning?  I can't quite decipher what it is that she is feeling.  Maybe if I can get her to open up about who it is she wants to see outside of here I can get somewhere with her.  "Let's do this why don't we just sit and talk today about you.  I'm not going to hurt you and I want you to learn to trust me.  Ask me anything you would like and if I am able to I will answer your questions."  I can see her formulating her questions and responses in her mind.  Something about this woman is invoking a sense of primal protection that I can't explain.  I have to get her out of here.  I have to get her to trust me enough to get her out of here. I have to save her.