<div class="floatleft">(http://allin1dot.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/emily-browning.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Prostitute</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Samantha "Sam"</span></span><br/><em>Defeated</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105330.msg4571509#msg4571509);<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Sam was rushed out of the bar, easily scooped up in the man's arms. As they exited out the front door rain fell upon them in heavy sheets. It seemed to always rain. When the man placed her down, Sam's body was almost limp. She easily fell to her knees, the rough gravel of the side walked dug into the porcelain like flesh.<br/><br/>Her head was down trodden, long wet locks of hair covering the girl's face, acting like a shroud. The flashing of the police lights would bathe her in red and blue. It was in those glimpses that Michael could see her face. She was broken. Those once bright blue eyes now seemed dull and distant. She may be here physically but mentally she was lost.<br/><br/>Her body was bent forward, as if she had no desire to stand up from her knees. Blood smeared her lips and the old black hoodie she wore was ripped in several places, revealing alabaster skin and the pink lace bra she wore. Her skirt also carried wounds from tonight's events as the ripped shreds rested in damp bandages over her fishnet stockings.<br/><br/>The girl said no words and didn't move. Her eyes and head staring at the floor in a dispassionate expression, as if what was lost from her could be found on the wet concrete of the sidewalk. The mascara around her eyes streaked down the pale skin and dripped off her chin to join the wet ground....<br/>