  Pauline
   Since Muse freed our lives, everything has been fine. Actually, with the exception of a few worries about the maintenance of the house. Indeed, Muse was a great help with household chores. I must admit it in spite the fact that I don't love her. She used to take care of everything at home she was here. And she did so without complaining. But since she's no longer in this house, things have gotten a little more complicated with these tiring chores. I could well have hired an employee to take care of this, but knowing Pen the womanizer as he is, I'm afraid he'd get hooked on her and get her pregnant too. Therefore, I prefer to do otherwise. I could have relied on my daughters, but they are so lazy and good for nothing. Even their own clothes, they are unable to wash them. They let me take care of all the chores around the house without any help.
   "So you can't get your hands

  Paulina
  We turn around with a start, falling surprisingly on my husband standing in the doorway, I can see astonishing on his face. My heart starts beating a thousand an hour. What is he doing there? Since when is he there? I don't remember getting a call from him telling me he was coming home.
  &quot;What's going on here? What were you doing? Am I interrupting something perhaps? Or should I go out and let you continue with your work?&quot; He says without moving from in front of the door.
  I can read suspicion mixed with mistrust on his face. Since he once caught me in bed with another man years ago, my husband is very suspicious when he sees me in the company of another man. I must therefore use a lot of tact to prevent him from suspecting anything.
  &quot;Honey! Did you come home? Why didn't you tell me?&quot; I ask the question to relax the atmosphere where one can feel a stro

  Muse pov
   I am frozen in place when I hear this.  What do these gorillas want with me?  Did they recognize me even though I'm in disguise?  Why are they calling me?  I'm shaking in panic
   "Do you need anything ?"  I ask them the question, changing my voice, lest they recognize mine.  I did not turn around, lest they recognize the features of my face when they looked at me for a long time.
   "Your dress is pulled up and your pants are outside."  One of the guys answers me.
   "OK, thanks!"  I respond by nervously adjusting my dress and then I continue on my way, heaving a sigh of relief.  Fortunately, it's just that.  And I, who had already imagined all kinds of horrible scenarios.  I quickly enter the elevator and wait until I get to the ground floor.  I leave the hotel and find the car described to me by my benefactors.  The driver even recognized me when I left the hotel.  He walks with the car towards me, then he opens the door for me, then I hurry into the back seat.  We then leave the hotel immediately for a destination that I do not know.  We drive for five hours at least.  I had fallen asleep on the journey at least twice.  I admit that although I was happy to be away from the brothel, I still had apprehensions about what to expect next.  What did this man really want from me?  Why this act of kindness towards me?  What was he really hiding under his air of a kind benefactor?  With all that I have already experienced in my small life, I have learned to be wary of everyone.  Behind an air of kindness can hide the most dangerous wolf.  Smiles that look most innocent often hide feelings of sheer meanness.  Most of the time, people wear masks of hypocrisy to approach others.  I had to trust Mom Monique to throw me into the lion's den.  She had shown me kindness and I believed that she wanted to help me, whereas on the contrary, she had Machiavellian intentions towards me.  So I'm afraid that this man, despite his claims to want to help me, will worsen my situation so that things will get worse for me to the point that I subsequently regret my previous situation.  These thoughts have plagued my mind throughout this trip.
   After these long hours of travel which seemed interminable to me, we finally arrived in front of an immense residence, what am I saying, an enormous prince's castle.  Everything is so beautiful and shiny, it looked like it's the kind of house you see in fairy tales on TV.  I remain stunned by the immensity and the splendor of such a house to the point where I feel dizzy when the driver enters inside.
   "Wow!"  I say with wonder, my eyes full of stars.
   The car entered the courtyard of the huge residence with us, then stopped.
   "Where is the nice sir? Where am I here?"  I ask the driver looking a little lost.
   "I guess when you say 'the nice sir' you're talking about Mr. Hawam?"  He replies by turning to me.
   "The nice gentleman who took me out of the hotel."  I tell him more explicitly.
   "That's fine Mr. Hawam you're talking about. We left him at the hotel, he'll be there anytime. We're at his main residence. You can come down, he left orders for you.  to his household staff. "  The driver explains to me.
   "Why is he taking so long to come? And then if it was a trap like it was the other times? If it is to take me to another prison or another brothel, please let me down.  anywhere and I'm going to fend for myself in nature. I don't want to go through everything I've been through there anymore. "  I beg the driver almost crying.  He looks at me, gives me a reassuring smile then tells me
   "Don't be afraid my daughter, Mr. Hawam is by far the nicest and kindest man I know. He will never hurt you. If he has decided to help you, believe me, he will.  will do until the end. I know that you have met bad people who made you believe that all men are bad, but I can pretend that with Mr. Hawam, you have nothing to fear. "
   The driver reassures me, then I finally get out of the vehicle.  I remain standing while the driver starts the car, surely to go and park it in the garage.
   "Are you Muse young lady?"  I hear people say behind me.  I turn to see who's talking to me.  I come across an elderly woman who smiles at me with her beautiful white teeth.  Her face is so calming.
   "Yes, it's me Muse."  I answer shyly.
   "Welcome my child!"  She tells me all smiles.
   "Thank you!"  I stammer a little relaxed by his welcome.
   "Follow me inside pretty lady, I'll show you your room."  She responds by taking my hand.  We walk inside the house.  I do not fail to exclaim at each passage, everything is so beautiful and impeccable here.  The furniture is as if it came from another world than ours.  Looks like they are made of silver and gold.  The sumptuousness of the decoration leaves me speechless.  I am the lady upstairs where we stop in front of a room.  She pushes the door open and we enter.  I am stunned by what I see once we are inside the room.
   "Oh my God, what excessive luxury!"  I exclaim overwhelmed by so much beauty.
   "It will be your room from now on. It is equipped and you have everything you want here. Thalita and I went shopping yesterday to buy you a lot of beautiful things. You will see, you are going to love them all!  feel free to contact me for anything you fancy. "  She tells me with excitement in her voice.
   "What's the trap behind all this kindness? I beg you, if it's to kidnap me or hurt me afterwards, all the better to tell me now so that I get away before the time."  I would still rather sleep under the stars than sleep in a golden prison. Besides, I have already heard many stories that rich people sell young girls, or offer them as a sacrifice to maintain their wealth.  what is that what the nice gentleman wants to do to me? "  I told her, looking at her suspiciously.  The lady starts laughing at my words.  Surely she thinks I'm rambling.
   "My angel, you are very funny! What a vivid imagination! You must surely watch a lot of horror films yourself, and you take them for reality."  She always says amused.
   "Maybe I'm exaggerating my words a bit, but admit there's some truth to it."  I add seriously.  The lady looks at me for a moment, as if she were scrutinizing me with her gaze.
   "My child, don't be afraid okay? Nothing will happen to you in this house, for you are safe here. I can reassure you that Mr. Hawam is a man with a big heart and noblest feelings. Never.  he will not be able to hurt you. I give you my word, you will not regret having come here. You will see that in time, that it is the best thing that has ever happened to you to fall  Mr. Hawam. Trust me, okay? "  She reassures me and I agree to let my guard down a bit.  Neanmoi, I had this anxiety that never left my mind.  So much kindness in a selfless way?  No, I don't believe there is a human being who can do it on this earth yet.  Maybe my past experiences have left indelible ink on me and I'll never be able to trust the human being in my life again.
   "Come on, I'll show you your bathroom. You can take a shower. The toiletries are on this shelf. I hope you like them. I'll come and let you know later when dinner is ready."  Everything here is yours, so you can use it as much as you want. "  She quickly explains everything I need to know, then comes out and leaves me all alone in the huge bedroom.
   I can't believe this is my own room.  She is so spacious and chic.  There is a bed worthy of a princess movie around the corner of the room.  A large dressing room is stuck to the wall, next to the bathroom door.  Just at the end of the bedroom on the left is a whole living room with armchairs and a leather sofa.  There is a giant screen hanging on the wall.  Near this living room, there is a cupboard where some books and documents are stored.  I rush over to that and look at the books, smiling.  It looked like they knew I love reading.  Next to it, there is a study table with a well-padded chair and in addition it swivels.  I surely believe that I am in the middle of a dream, or else, it is the beginning of a nightmare.  In all my life, I had never dreamed of having such a luxurious room.  Even in my wildest dreams, I never thought I would have such a room.  I did not know that a room could be as beautiful and splendid as this one.  I contemplate each piece of furniture with my mouth open, so much is this luxury beyond me.  I casually walk into the bathroom and am more dazzled.  We could play football here, she is so tall.  I take off my clothes and go to take a shower, with the fear of soiling the immaculate furniture that is there.  I enter the large bathtub which is very large and I stay there for at least thirty minutes, enjoying the softness of the water on my skin.  I go out after my bath and put on a bathrobe which is hung on the bathroom wall.  There are cleansing milks and creams for my ebony skin.  I'm so glad that they chose beauty products that match my skin tone.  I anoint myself, coated I open the dressing room.  Again, it was phew.  The clothes to an infinite number.  And these are not just any clothes, because they are designer clothes.  The shoes likewise, everything is classy and chic.  I choose a dress that seems simple to me, lest I be criticized for wearing clothes that are not intended for me.  I was already well dressed, I sit on the bed imagining what happens to me when someone knocks on the door.  I ask to enter, then the door opens to the lady who greeted me.
   "How are you?"  She asks me as she walks towards me.
   "I think so."  I answer in a small voice.
   "Mr. Hawam is already home and is asking to see you. Dinner is also served."
   I follow the lady to the living room where I find my benefactor.
   "So my daughter, did you arrive safely?"  He asks me to smile.
   "Yes thanks !"
   "Come on, let's go to the table."  He said standing up.  I follow him to the dining room, which is not the least of the rooms in this sumptuous palace.  The hall is built in a special way.  There is a small dining room next to the huge one.  We take our seats in the small dining room where a meal worthy of a feast is served.  The lady who greeted me is seated and we join her.  We take our places around the table.
   "I present to you Marie the governess of this house, she is considered a member of this family, consider her as such. Know that here, it is now your house."  Mister Hawam told me.
   "Thank you sir, but why are you doing all this? What should I give you in return?"  I ask the question while being on my guard.
   "My child, I'm just happy to help my fellow man. You've been through so much trauma, now I'm going to take care of you. God blessed me with a lot of money, that's why I  take pleasure in helping my neighbor. "  He answers me kindly.
   Mama
   I'm sitting in the living room waiting for Muse to finally come home.  All the other girls are home except her.  Normally, she should be back an hour ago by now.  If it had been another of the girls, I wouldn't have cared at all.  But when it comes to Muse, I can't help but be anxious.  She is so stubborn that I have to expect everything from her.  It's true that she told me that she changed and that she will comply with the rules of the brothel, but I still have an anxiety deep inside me about what she is capable of to be stubborn  to flee the brothel.  I call the guards who escorted her when she left, but they don't answer.  That's not a good sign at all. I hope at least that they didn't have an accident on the way, or that something bad happened to them.  They shouldn't have to do the accident, in which case they could be taken to the hospital and Muse could take the opportunity to escape.  Tired of waiting anxiously, I get up to call one of the drivers from the brothel to take me to the hotel.  I must have answers as soon as possible, otherwise I risk having a crisis.  But before I cross the living room, the door opens.  I stop to see who comes in.  I see the two big arms who escorted Muse to the hotel come in and they walk towards me in the living room.  The expression on their faces doesn't mean anything to me and above all, what worries me the most is that I don't see Muse in their company.  I am not at all quiet, my heart tells me that something very serious has happened.  I run up to them then I ask them looking very anxious
   "Where's Muse? And why are you coming home at this late hour?"
   The two bastards look at me without answering and that hardly reassures me.
   "Are you going to answer me for the hell ?! Where did Muse go?"  I ask the question again, raising my voice.
   "Mama ... Muse ... She's not here. She's gone."  One of the bastards stammers in response.
   "She's gone, what does that mean? Tell me clearly what's going on, otherwise I risk committing a murder right now!"  I tell them impatiently.
   "Calm down first mama. Come take a seat here, and we'll explain what happened with Muse."  The second idiot proposes me with a cheeky air.
   "I don't calm down little idiot, and most of all, don't tell me what to do or not to do. Nobody else is going to move from here until you tell me what's going on, why Muse doesn't.  did not come back with you. Where did you leave her? "  I reply to them by panicking.  At the same time, I see Luna come out of the room.  She must have been alerted by the sound of my voice.  She stops in front of the entrance to the living room and attends the discussion without saying anything.
   "Mama, Muse ran away. She slipped through our fingers without us being able to do anything. She left the hotel room without us knowing how."  One of the guys tells me, not daring to look me in the eye.
   "Bunch of incompetents, idiots, morons, useless! I wonder why you are paid so generously. You do nothing in this brothel. How can a little girl slip through your fingers you fellows? You don't.  Aren't you ashamed to scream it so loud? What were you doing during that time? Maybe you were asleep as usual? "  I burst into anger by uttering all kinds of words.
   &quot;Mama, this must be a conspiracy with the client. At one point he brought up a girl we thought was going to join in their lovemaking. We even heard noises of their moaning. After about an hour of time.  , a girl came out. We believe it was Muse. "
   "And if you thought it was Muse, why didn't you stop her?"  I ask them by cutting them off.
   &quot;We didn't recognize her. She was dressed like the other girl. She had the same clothes, the same hairstyle the second girl was in. She was identically the same girl. She didn't have it anymore.  makeup she left the brothel in. Mama, even you weren't going to tell the difference. I think they set a trap for us that they had prepared long before. "  They tell me.
   "And when the second girl came out, and the client, what did they say to you?"  I ask them the curious question.
   &quot;When she got out she had Muse's clothes on her. So we thought it was Muse. We stopped her to escort her to the car, but she told us it's not Muse.  You had to see it mama, they are the same height, the same build, the same complexion. They are almost identical. I think they got along with Muse and that it was the client who was behind this whole thing.  when asked where Muse went they replied that she said she wanted to go home and seeing that the two wanted to continue their lovemaking they let her out and they hadn't paid attention when  she got dressed and when she got out. They claim it was when they finished their chore that they realized that Muse wore the other's clothes and left his. "  They explain it to me calmly.
   "But they tricked you / lied to you. Couldn't you understand that you idiots? You should stop them and force them in here to get the worms out of their noses and they would confess where they are.  'brought. "  I reply outraged
   "This is exactly what we wanted to do to them, but colossal guys came out of nowhere to escort them to their vehicle. There were four of them, we couldn't do anything against them. They had planned everything up to the point.  down to the smallest detail. "  The guys answer me.
   "Shit! What bad news! This Muse just gave me some serious trouble. The bosses won't be happy at all. What am I going to do right now?"
   I go up to my room very angry.  I understand everything now.  Muse knew she was going to leave the brothel on her first date.  She may think she's won the round, but the war is not over.  As I know my bosses, they'll hunt her down until they find her.  She won't escape them for sure, and she never should have done what she just did.

Pauline
   Since Muse freed our lives, everything has been fine. Actually, with the exception of a few worries about the maintenance of the house. Indeed, Muse was a great help with household chores. I must admit it in spite the fact that I don't love her. She used to take care of everything at home she was here. And she did so without complaining. But since she's no longer in this house, things have gotten a little more complicated with these tiring chores. I could well have hired an employee to take care of this, but knowing Pen the womanizer as he is, I'm afraid he'd get hooked on her and get her pregnant too. Therefore, I prefer to do otherwise. I could have relied on my daughters, but they are so lazy and good for nothing. Even their own clothes, they are unable to wash them. They let me take care of all the chores around the house without any help.
   "So you can't get your hands in the dough and help me with the chores around the house? You rather prefer lying down like hibern

Chapter 20