It's official, the caravan has yet to leave the outskirts of Bree. Haymohd found me and put on the typical display of exaggerated affection. I had no choice but to play along, what was I going to tell those present? They wouldn't understand, they don't know the man like I do. You have to be prey, before you can understand, just who and what is the predator. He isn't my Father, he doesn't love me. No matter how many times he displays, what others could only describe as affection. When he found me in the tavern, the first thing he asked me, was if I had lost my virtue. I asked him what that had to do with anything? Then he asked again. I told him that my virtue was still in tact and it would remain so, until the day I marry.
He showered me with praise, but I saw through it, I always see through it. I have become skeptical of him. Skeptical of that harpy, he calls a wife. I don't remember the last time I felt so terrified. Not even the bandits, that I would run into as a child, were enough to make my blood curl. Some pieces of the puzzle, may be coming together. I can only hope and wait. But wait for how long? Could it be true that they are indeed, in a different trade than I was led to believe?
I had almost forgotten, forgotten, that on my twelfth birthday, he wanted me to 'entertain' a customer. I was so innocent then, I didn't understand what he meant. So, I started singing. He ushered me away after that and I don't remember what else he had said. What are their plans for me? Was I bought? Or did my Mother simply give me to a family, she thought could be trusted. Only to be proven wrong.. Eru I'm so scared.
