Prostitutes' Escape

Deep breaths.

Heart pounding.

Suffocating air.

A blank white canvas wrapped around that just doesn't seem to end no matter how much she pushes it.

Luna felt nostalgic upon experiencing this feeling once again. But why was she feeling this once again?!

It doesn't make any sense...

"If I remember correctly the exit should be at the right side of mine." She mumbled while recalling from her past memories, and to her dismay the guess was right. The silk sheet around her did ended on the bed's right edge.

She squirmed on the monster sized bed making sure to not make any excessive movements and finally she got to inhale some fresh morning air, crisp from the essence of flowers blooming in the backyard.

Her foot landed on an expensive camel fur carpet dyed in jade green and she rubbed her sole to enjoy the peace while she still can. It was soul soothing, for sure.

The room was as lavish as always and why wouldn't it be? It was the emperor's room afterall...

He, the one who reigned the Stalwart Empire was the most notorious being ever written down in the history of mankind. From being insanely tyrannical, self-centred and arrogant man he was also infamously known for his bravery, strategic mind, majestic charm and lastly, the enormous amount of land and wealth he captured which none of the ancestors in his past bloodlines could ever achieve in their lifespan.

But despite given the chance to admire the exquisite taste of emperor's collection in this room, Luna was more focused on concerning over something else because even she knew all of these priceless room decor were nothing but bricks and stones to her life.

The time has rewinded again and she has returned back to the past, back from where it all started.

Her memories are almost erased, probably as a defence mechanism to keep her away from going absolutely insane, but a few trigger points are starting to make her regain those memories as she's looking at her surroundings with a strange nostalgic feeling.

"Everything feels like a Deja Vu." She gently strokes a huge china clay vase kept on a small wooden table as if something happened when she first came around here. She walks around ignoring the folks asleep on the bed and sees herself in the mirror which was kept near the window to admire one's beauty in natural sunlight.

The thin curtains were fluttering with the passage of wind and Luna could feel her wavy hairs being pushed back from the flow, making her radiant face more exposed in the image on silver framed full length mirror.

Her hair with the colour of night sky was flowing freely over her shoulder upto the thin waist. Her moon grey eyes were saved from the blinding sunrays as there was still some time left for the complete rise of the sun.

Astonished by her own beauty, her skinny white fingers caressed that pale spotless skin and cherry plump lips on her face which she had long forgotten ever existed before.

'Wait, I remember now. Sigh...I can't believe my expressions are the exact same from the past.

At that time I was so appalled that how could the healthier version of myself be so beautiful?... but very soon everything changed and I returned back to my disgusting self...

I don't know whether it is a curse or a blessing that my memory has been erased. But there's one thing for sure, that God has given me an aid to deal with this.

And that is, everything that I did in the past has been left with a trigger point in my brain space. In order to unlock those memories I'll need to find that trigger point first and push it to unlock them one by one. My first trigger point was seeing myself in the mirror.

Makes sense now that I see it for the second time.

But unfortunately, there's something more to this and that is lying right behind me.

Watching my every movement as I am exploring his room like a small child. The sleeping demon is awake.'

Luna looked back with narrowed eyes and noticed small movements occuring inside the white sheet.

It was time when everything begins.

She touched the orange fabric barely covering her skin with a frown and returned back to the bed where the rest of them were sleeping.

But as she slid herself in, she faced a naked back of a copper skinned girl. There were marks of nail scratches and teeth bites that had turned blue all over her torso. It was a painfull sight to watch.

'Monster.'

Luna winced from the misery and shut her eyes close as she had no choice but to endure the view in silence when suddenly a faint noise of bed creaking made her eyes popped open again.

She noticed a muscular arm was sliding over the woman's waistline until it reached the bottom. Because of the sheet covering them, she couldn't get to see his face clearly but the one thing of which she was sure of, was that it was the emperor's arms who were trying to provoke her for some reasons.

'He saw me when I was awake, what's he gonna do now?!...' a tide of tension raised within Luna's mind. She clenched her fist close to her chest and prayed to God.

The emperor's hand didn't stopped caressing the gorgeous curve of the female body, but Luna refrained herself from giving him any response as it'll intrigue him even more.

She couldn't even afford to turn around nor could she squeeze her eyes shut because who knows what this maniac might do to her.

All she could do was to watch his arm and wonder why was he doing this? What makes it so interested for him to do these?!