"Hello?" Isabell said answering the phone. The answer was quite strange "I know who you are. And you know who I am. Just think Isabell, think. I saw you at the club. You little Prostitude. A nice little whore aren't you?" The mysterious soothing voice had said. Isabell skipped a heartbeat. "Excuse me?..." she replied. "Im coming for you. You'll know me when I get a hold of you." the smooth voice once again spoke. It was completely silent until Isabell heard a soft sigh on the other line. Then the rings of the telephone starled her. He or She had hung up.

That got Isabell going for the next few days. It was anonymous. Isabell was pretty sure it was a boy. The hard but soothing voice couldn't have been a woman. Isabell limped to her room, Alone in her apartment. She did work as a prostitude, but never realized that people in BARS would even notice her unless they were willing to pay. "fuck..." she whispered "Who the hell could this be?" The closed her eyes. She might as well get some sleep, because shes working tomorrow....Again and Again and Again. She drifted off to sleep dreaming about the mystery person. Her screams in her sleeps and her moans made her sweat. She awoke to look at the clock. 4:27? Isabell's head look like she stuck her head in water. I better shower she thought as she opened the lights. It was too dark and early to see anything. "Work is in 4 hours and most likely I have a feeling Im going to die this week."

Isabell didn't know why this guy was going after her. Was she just incredibily gorgous that he wanted her or did she do something wrong? She curled her light brown hair with her finger. She bit her lip. She felt like screaming but.........nobody was there. Nobody would care at all. She was masturbating. She was just a nobody who worked as a prostitude. A PROSTITUDE!!! AND WHY BECAUSE HER BOY FRIEND BETRAYED HER. NOW SHE HAS TO LIVE IN THIS STUCK UP WORLD ON HER OWN. Isabell slumped. JUST WHY........