<div align="center">(http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp232/Rainy_Dreamer/Models/Female/Redheads/Heather%20Graham/th_1024_001-2.jpg?t=1284946275) (http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp232/Rainy_Dreamer/Models/Female/Redheads/Heather%20Graham/th_001g-1.jpg?t=1284947570) (http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp232/Rainy_Dreamer/Models/Female/Redheads/Heather%20Graham/th_014-1.jpg?t=1284946275) </div><br/>Christine Leroux (http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp232/Rainy_Dreamer/Models/Female/Redheads/Heather%20Graham/HeatherGraham7-1.jpg?t=1284946291) was confused and angry. She had been selling her daisies in Covent Garden when a man in extremely nice clothes approached her. She had offered him a flower, and he had smiled in a way that put her mind ill at ease. Immediately she'd tried to put the flower back into her basket, but his hand had shot out and grabbed her wrist, holding it tightly and stroking her hand. The daisy had fallen to the street...forgotten.<br/><br/><em>"What is your name, girl?"</em><br/><br/>Christine looked at him strangely.<br/><br/>"I don't believe that is any of your business. Are you going to buy a flower or not?"<br/><br/>He chuckled darkly, and she saw his eyes. They were dark and cold.<br/><br/><em>"I believe I'll be buying much more from you than a flower,  my dear. Your clothes...they're tattered. How old are you?"</em><br/><br/>Raising her chin, the young girl answered.<br/><br/>"Eighteen, although if you're not planning on buying anything, I suggest you move on."<br/><br/><em>"Now, now...I do not believe that is any way to speak to a gentleman. Besides, you'll soon be whoring yourself on the streets if you continue in this way."</em><br/><br/>Christine gasped and shook her head.<br/><br/>"How dare you!? Leave, now."<br/><br/>That was when another man came up behind her and shoved a foul smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. She tried to push them away, but soon her eyes grew hazy and she slumped into their arms.<br/><br/>The next thing she remembered was waking up in a carriage and being carried out. She was blindfolded, and her wrists were tied behind her back...along with her ankles being tied together. She was gagged with cloth, and the men handled her rather carefully before throwing her over one of their shoulders. She tried to wiggle free, but the other man grabbed her hair and pulled on it hard...holding the red curls tight. She was forced to stay still, and soon the door opened. The man moved her into his arms and cradled her petite...but curvy...body as the other man spoke to someone else.<br/><br/><em>"Eighteen years old, found her in Covent Garden. We haven't checked for virginity yet, but I would not be surprised if she was still intact. She was selling flowers, and by the state of her dress, I have a feeling she will not be terribly missed."</em><br/><br/>She screamed against her gag, and squirmed some more, but she could hear authoritative footsteps drawing near.