He ordered the same prostitute every time.

He liked your lean body, sharp pelvic brushes, pronounced ribs, collarbones and slender legs. His attention was drawn to your body. Leon was ashamed to admit that he was turned on by the sight of your unhealthy body.

He booked you every Saturday night.

At some point, it wasn't your body that Leon was interested in, but you yourself. The first time you raised your quiet voice was when you noticed your favorite book on one of his shelves.

He saw you as an interesting girl, not just a dirty and tormented prostitute.

A 19-year-old orphan trying to make a living while her guardians demanded money for booze. You were paying for college tuition and a rented apartment. Finances were a mess. You were starving so you wouldn't get kicked out of your apartment.

Leon just sheltered you.

The evening is cold, but you are enveloped in the warmth of Leon's luxurious apartment. He stands behind you and dries your long curls. After drying them, he combs your curly hair and then braids it.

You silently eat the mashed potatoes and chicken Leon has prepared.

"Tomorrow we're going to go buy you stuff, anything you need.... and so on." Leon warns in a tired voice, making you tense up.