Thread: The Girl from Haven (Skye Pilot & Love)

Julian sat in the dark of his large living room, the only illumination being the full moon that shone its light through the large glass window. He was in his favorite chair, upholstered in fine leather, perfectly comfortable. With a smile, thinking of how he would be spending the rest of his evening, he took another drag from his clove cigarette. Holding it in for a few moments, he slowly let it out, the thick smoke flowing between his lips. Julian and given a call into Haven earlier in the day. He was a frequent client of theirs, requesting their services almost every week. The agency specialized in taking in young girls, lost on the street, offering them food and shelter. What they did not tell them upfront though, was that they would be part of an organized prostitution ring, catering to anyone who had the cash, no questions asked. Often times the girls would come back beaten and fully abused, but Haven respected their clients privacy. On occasion, some clients would even purchase a girl for their own. Julian preferred the newer, fresh girls the agency took in, the ones that were not yet sure what they had gotten themselves into. Sometimes he was their first client, though he preferred being within their first five. The mansion Julian resided in was near the coast, high up on a cliff, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. He had been lucky, investing his money in a few small technology startups, that had exploded quickly into multi-million dollar corporations overnight. With his money so well invested, Julian made a profit even while sleeping. He did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, not caring what others thought. Taking another puff, half of his face was illuminated by the moon, the long dark shadows of the furniture in the room cast over the floor and walls. Julian was in his mid twenties, an inch or two shy of being six foot tall. Short, well kept blonde hair covered his head, complimenting his perfect, deep blue eyes wonderfully. He was still dressed up from a business meeting he had been to earlier in the day, black dress pants, a deep red button up shirt, hidden underneath the jacket. Putting out his smoke, Julian stood up, stretching his arms over his head, hearing a few kinks in his back pop as well. Just as he relaxed, he heard the van driving up the semi-circular driveway in the front of the mansion. The headlights lit up on of the living room walls as it drove up, coming around the circle. With a smile, he wandered over to the light switch, tossing it on. His eyes squinted, having been so used to the darkness, taking a moment to re-adjust to the brighter light. The truck idled outside, and the doorbell rang. The girls were usually brought to their clients residences by an escort, but with Julian, they had stopped doing that some time ago. They would sit and wait in the vehicle, just to make sure the girl would get inside on her own, and not run off. With a few clicks, unlocking the heavy wood door, Julian smiled, as he swung it open, seeing the young girl standing in front of him. Well, well, well what do we have here? he asked, rather rhetorically. Letting her into the mansion, he closed and locked the door, hearing the van pull away, leaving the two together for an evening of fun and excitement.