"What the hell are you?" I frowned at the shadowed man, in an expensive looking carriage "Excuse me? I don't understand..." realization dawned on me, as I looked at my skinny body. I raised my hands, "I-I'm not a prostitute." I felt his dark eyes analyzing me and suddenly I was aware of the situation. I began backing up, as panic washed through me. "Get in the carriage." His growl came, and with that, I cheerfully entered...on the surface..