Chapter 1: 1998 Helle’s House

1998

Jane smiled weakly at Ezzy, grateful for the gesture, although the reality of her situation wasn’t lost on her. She’d blown through her savings long ago, and without a steady income, she was struggling to get by. The group passed around a joint, its sweet smoke offering a temporary escape from their dismal surroundings.

“Happy birthday, Janey!” Ezzy exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine warmth. Despite the bleakness of their situation, Jane felt a surge of affection for her friend. Ezzy had been by her side since they’d both run away from home, and their bond was unbreakable.

Jane took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs before exhaling slowly, savoring the momentary calm it brought. “Thanks, Ez. This is the best present anyone’s ever given me.”

“Hey, you deserve it,” Ezzy replied, squinting at Jane through the smoke. “You need to celebrate your big day, and we’re gonna do it right. We’ll get you some nice clothes, go out for a meal, make tonight special.”

Jane’s heart warmed at the thought, but reality hit hard as she glanced down at her worn jeans and tattered jacket. It had been so long since she’d eaten a proper meal, let alone one at an actual restaurant. The thought of fancy food made her mouth water, but she pushed it aside, not wanting to dampen the mood.

“We could make some good money if we did duos,” Ezzy suggested casually, taking another hit from the joint. “You know, working together at the brothel.”

Jane’s cheeks flushed as the suggestion hung in the air. She had thought about prostitution before, but the idea of selling her body repulsed her. However, with each passing day, it seemed like a more viable option.

Jane knew Ezzy made good money working at the brothel, and she couldn’t help but feel envious. If they teamed up, they’d make even more, enough to afford a real celebration and maybe even save some for a rainy day. But Jane hesitated; the thought of being intimate with strange men still disgusted her.

“I’m not sure Ez,” she said, her voice filled with uncertainty. “It’s just ... I’ve never really been with that many guys. The thought of all those strangers touching me...” Her cheeks flushed at the very idea.

Ezzy smiled knowingly and took Jane’s hand. “Look, I know it’s scary, but you won’t be alone. I’ll be right there with you, and we can make sure we only see young, hot clients. No gross old guys.” She winked.

Jane considered Ezzy’s words; it sounded more appealing than she’d imagined. But could she really do it? The thought of pleasing strangers for money still made her stomach turn, yet the prospect of a steady income was too tempting to ignore.

The next morning, Jane found herself at the brothel, a place she’ d walked past many times but never dared enter. She felt apprehensive as she pushed open the door, the bells above it tinkling merrily.

A woman emerged from the shadows. The woman before Jane, Madam Helle, stood at an imposing five foot eight, her slender yet curvaceous frame clad in a form-fitting black dress. Her long, silver-blonde hair fell in soft waves past her shoulders, complementing her elegant, hourglass figure.

Helle’s pale blue eyes held a calculating glimmer as she assessed Jane, taking in her every feature with practiced efficiency. Her fair complexion glowed naturally, highlighting high cheekbones and a determined jawline. She appeared to be in her mid forty’s and exuded an air of sophistication and authority that belied her warm, inviting smile. Madam was a perfect title for her. She seemed maternal yet commanding.

“Well hello, darlin’. Who do we have here?” she drawled in a sultry voice, appraising Jane with a experienced glance.

Jane’s cheeks heated as the woman, apparently the Madam, continued her inspection. “You’re a pretty one,” she murmured, her eyes raking up and down Jane’s slender frame.

“I’m Helle,” she purred, extending a manicured hand. “Ezzy said you might be dropping by.” Her eyes glinted with amusement as if she knew exactly what Jane was thinking.

Jane felt a surge of relief that Ezzy had prepared the Madam for her visit. She shook Helle’s hand, noting the woman’s firm grip and a hint of musk perfume that lingered on her skin.

“I’m Jane,” she said, her voice hardly more than a whisper.

“Well, Jane, why don’t you come inside?” Helle motioned towards a door marked ‘Office’. “We can discuss the terms, and if you’re a good fit for us.”

“Now, Jane,” Helle began, her eyes glinting with a mixture of anticipation and appraisal as she closed the door to the office, “I need to see what you’ re made of.”

With that, she pulled out a large strap-on, the realistic dildo already erect and waiting. She strapped it on efficiently, adjusting the harness with practiced ease.

“Show me what you can do,” she commanded, her eyes locking with Jane’s as she strode forward.

Jane felt her heart pound in her chest as Helle loomed before her, an imposing figure that filled her with both fear and excitement. She hadn’t anticipated such an intense initiation, but determined to prove herself, Jane sank to her knees.

Helle’s hands found their way into Jane’s hair, gripping her scalp firmly as she guided the young woman’s head. “That’s it, darlin’, show me your skills.”

Jane wrapped her lips around the fake cock, the rubbery texture unfamiliar and unnerving. She hesitated, unsure of what to do next, but Helle’s sharp slap across her face startled her into action.

“Not good enough, sweetheart. You gotta make it convincing,” she purred, a hint of danger lacing her voice.

Jane’s eyes widened at the unexpected violence, but she obeyed, determined to prove herself. She redoubled her efforts, focusing on the task at hand.

“That’s better,” Helle murmured approvingly, guiding Jane’s head in slow, steady motions. “But you gotta make eye contact, darling. Show me you’re enjoying it.”

Jane complied, doing her best to match Helle’s rhythm and follow her instructions. The fake cock filled her mouth, and she struggled to breathe as the Madam applied pressure, encouraging her to take more.

Helle’s eyes narrowed as she regarded Jane’s performance thus far. “Not bad, but you’ll have to do much better if you want the job. Ravish that my cock like its your last meal,”

She intensified her sucking, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. She gagged as the dildo brushed the back of her throat and tried to pull away but felt Helle’s hand on the back of her head, holding her in place.

“Relax those muscles,” Helle coached, her voice a mix of encouragement and demand. “Try to take it all the way down. You can do it.”

Jane struggled to comply, her throat protesting as the fake cock stretched it to its limits. She gagged and choked, tears pricking her eyes at the unfamiliar sensation.

“You’re doing great,” Helle praised, although Jane detected a note of uncertainty in her voice. “Now swallow around it. Show me you can deep throat.”

It was more than Jane could manage; the rubber phallus slipped from her grasp and she coughed, spluttering as Helle removed it from her mouth.

“You’re a real newbie, aren’ t you?” Helle commented sardonically. “How many people have you slept with? Ten? Twenty?”

Jane shook her head, feeling mortified as she admitted, “Only two.”

“And how many men have you blown?”

She scratched her head, counting silently. “Five, I think.”

Helle snorted. “You’ll be doing more than that in one evening here. You’ll need to up your game, girl. We aim to please our clients, and they pay top dollar for an authentic experience.”

Helle’s expert hands found Jane’s breasts, roughly pinching and pulling at her nipples. Jane couldn’t help but flinch at the sudden aggression, and a small protest escaped her lips.

“Shhh,” Helle cautioned, her eyes flashing warningly. “Remember, darling, sometimes customers want to see you suffer. But most of them wanna believe you’re loving every second. You got to learn to adjust, understand?”

Before Jane could respond, Helle’s mouth descended on her nipples, biting and sucking hard, the pain acute but thrilling. Jane couldn’t help but cry out, her body arching in response.

“Now, moan for me, darlin’. Act like you’re loving it,” Helle purred, her free hand slipping between Jane’s legs, rubbing at her clit.

Jane felt herself getting wet despite the unexpected and intense treatment. She followed Helle’s instructions, moaning and writhing as if in ecstasy, even as she struggled to process the conflicting emotions within her.

“Good girl,” Helle praised, releasing Jane’s nipple with a pop. “You did okay, but you’ ve got some work to do.”

Helle positioned Jane on all fours, the strap-on pressing uncomfortably against her dry entrance. Despite her best efforts, Jane couldn’ t muster any excitement for what was to come and felt increasingly anxious as Helle lubed the dildo.

The Madam thrust into her roughly, the fake cock stretching Jane’s tight pussy beyond comfort. She bit her lip, determined not to make a sound, but the pain proved too much. Silent tears escaped down her cheeks as the rubber rod rubbed against sensitive spots within her.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” Helle asked, pausing her movements and turning Jane’s head towards hers. “Don’ t tell me you’ re not enjoying this? You gotta leave your pride at the door, sweetheart.”

Jane sniffed, shame flooding her as she admitted, “It hurts ... It’s too big, and I’ m not wet enough.”

Helle sighed, rolling her eyes. “You’ ll have to learn to get yourself worked up beforehand, or at least fake it. Customers pay good money for the full experience. I’ ll lube you up next time, but you gotta suck it up and take it like a champ. Now move those hips,” she commanded, resumed her position behind Jane.

Jane did as she was told, focusing on the sensation and trying to ignore the discomfort. Time seemed to slow as Helle pounded into her relentlessly. Despite her efforts to remain stoic, Jane couldn’ t help but whimper as the strap-on rubbed against raw spots within her.

Eventually, Helle instructed Jane to put on a show, mimicking an intense orgasm. To her surprise, Jane found she could convincingly moan and writhe, her body responding to the simulated pleasure despite her initial reluctance.

“Not bad for a newbie,” Helle mused as she pulled out. “Looks like you’ ve had plenty of practice with your own fingers.”

Once Jane had caught her breath, Helle outlined the terms of employment. Her eyes widened at the meager starting salary - two hundred and fifty dollars for a straight fuck, with fifty per additional service. She’ d expected more, especially given the dangers of the work, but Helle explained that prices were negotiated based on experience and demand.

“I keep whatever I can squeeze out of the customers, and you get half of any tips. If you prove yourself popular, we’ ll increase your rate,” Helle explained, leaning back in her chair with a shrug.

Jane couldn’ t help but scowl at the arrangement, but before she could protest, Helle cut her off.

“You’ re lucky to be here, kid. This is a safe place to work, and Biggie” - she jerked her thumb towards a large man standing guard near the door - “will make sure no harm comes to you. Out there,” she gestured vaguely towards the street, “you’ d be luckier finding a decent pimp. Most would beat and exploit you.”

Jane considered her options; they weren’ t great. She needed the money, and despite her reservations, the brothel offered some measure of security. With a grudging nod, she agreed to Helle’s terms.

As if on cue, Biggie opened the outside door to a new client, and began patting him down. Jane observed the interaction with newfound curiosity, wondering what the man would be willing to pay for her services.

Jane followed Helle into the bustling lobby, feeling self-conscious in her lacy bra and panties. Her cheeks flushed as the men’s eyes trailed over her slender frame, and she averted her gaze, unable to meet their lecherous stares.

“Gentlemen, we have a real treat for you tonight,” Helle announced with a dramatic flourish, capturing the room’s attention. “Behold, our newest addition; fresh off the streets and celebrating her eighteenth birthday. This sweet thing is all yours, for the right price, of course! Say hello to Jane!”

The men erupted in cheers and applause as Jane felt her face heat up further. She glanced around, noting the varied reactions - some lewd, others more subdued, but all fixed on her.

Helle continued, “She’s a nervous yet eager newbie, so if any of you are feeling particularly generous and want to be this filly’s first, come talk to me.” She winked.

Every man took a turn talking with Jane. Whether they were serious or not, they at least wanted to get close to fresh meat.

A few men approached Helle, negotiating prices and special requests. Jane overheard snippets of their conversations, her cheeks flushing at the explicit details. She was both fascinated and appalled at the sheer variety of kinks and desires on display.

One particularly well-dressed man caught her eye; he exuded an air of sophistication and held himself with quiet confidence. Despite his interest, he didn’ t join the queue forming around Helle but instead approached Jane directly.

His eyes held a kindness that stood out amidst the lechery in the room, and his voice was warm as he introduced himself.

“Hi there, I’ m Daniel. Happy birthday,” he said, extending his hand.

Jane’s heart skipped a beat as she accepted his hand, noting his well-manicured fingers and expensive suit. There was an air of respectability about him that put her at ease amid the seedy surroundings.

“Thank you,” she replied, her voice steady despite her nerves. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’ d like to be your first customer, if that’s okay with you,” he said, his eyes holding a genuine smile. “Helle told me you’ ve only had a couple of lovers, and I think a gentler introduction is in order.”

Jane felt a surge of relief; amidst the lewd proposals and explicit requests, Daniel’s offer was a welcome change. She smiled, grateful for his consideration.

Helle appeared at their side, her eyes appraising Daniel with evident approval. “He’s a regular, Jane, and a real gentlemen. I think he’ d be good for your first time.”

Jane nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as Helle led her away, leaving Daniel to follow. She felt his eyes on her as she walked ahead, the swell of her hips emphasized by the lingerie that clung to her curves.

As they reached the hallway, Daniel excused himself, murmuring something about freshening up. He disappeared into a nearby bathroom while Jane stood anxiously, her palms starting to sweat once more.

Helle joined her, counting a wad of cash that Daniel had slipped her. A satisfied smirk played on her lips as she tucked the money away.

“Room five, sweetheart,” she said, returning to Jane’s side and patting her affectionately on the shoulder. “He’s a good guy and will look after you. Straight blowie and sex, with an extra for kissing and pussy eating.”

Helle leaned in conspiratorially. “And I’ ve got some good news - he’s a multiple popper, so every time you make him cum, that’s fifty bucks in your pocket.”

Jane’s eyes widened at the prospect of so much money compared to how much he got begging on the streets recently. She nodded eagerly, her nerves forgotten for the moment.

With a final, encouraging smile, Helle turned away, leaving Jane to follow Daniel into the designated room. She felt his eyes on her as he closed the door behind them, the click of the lock echoing through the quiet space.

As they entered the room, Jane’s anxiety returned with a vengeance; she felt utterly exposed beneath Daniel’s intense gaze. But his kind smile and gentle manner soon helped her relax.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over her nervous frame appreciatively. “This is gonna be amazing, I can tell.”

Jane blushed under his compliment, her palms starting to sweat despite the cozy ambiance of the room. She returned his smile shakily as he guided her onto the bed, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Daniel leaned in for a tender kiss, his lips brushing hers softly. Jane tasted the hint of spearmint on his breath and felt his tongue tease hers playfully. Her own nerves melted away as she responded eagerly, winding her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

With a low groan, Daniel undid his pants, his eyes never leaving hers as he revealed his hardening member. Jane’s heartbeat quickened at the sight, and she felt a rush of excitement as she took it into her hands, stroking it slowly, relishing its weight.

“Mmm, you’re good at that,” Daniel murmured, his eyes half-lidded with lust as he watched her every move.

Encouraged, Jane sank to her knees, the bed creaking as she positioned herself before him. She gazed up through lustful eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out shakily as she wrapped her lips around his cock.

Daniel’s hands found their way into her hair, gentle at first but increasing in pressure as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Her cheeks hollowed, and she moaned softly around the intrusive length, tasting his growing desperation.

As his hips began to buck, Jane increased her pace, eager to please and reward this considerate man. She glanced up at Daniel through lust-filled eyes, noting the way his breath quickened and his fingers tightened their grip.

He moaned hungrily as he pulled her off him, and Jane stood unsteadily, her legs weak with desire. He guided her back onto the bed, his eyes burning with an intensity that inflamed her core.

Daniel’s mouth descended on hers, his tongue thrusting deeply as he devoured her lips. She dutifully moaned into his kiss, her hands grasping for purchase on his shoulders as his expert tongue explored her mouth. She knew the motions she was supposed to make. Jane tasted his desperation.

Her mind was in conflict. The concept of whoring herself out repulsed her. But this man’s approach seemed almost genuinely caring. And a thrill ran through her as she realized the effect she had on this man.

Breaking away from the kiss, Daniel moved lower, his warm breath fanning across her sensitive folds. Jane’s hips bucked in response, her muffled cries encouraging him onward. She felt his tongue lap at her entrance, the wetness between her legs started without her command and increased with each moment.

He was persistent. His tongue had remarkable stamina that broke down any resistance as he continued to feast on her sex. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly as Daniel’s tongue worked its magic. She writhed beneath him, the sensation building within her, raw and untamed. With a loud moan, Jane climaxed, her walls contracting around nothing but his expert tongue as she came hard.

A triumphant smile graced Daniel’s face as he sat back on his haunches, his cock twitching in anticipation. Jane’s own desire now genuine, she reached for him, guiding his hardness into her moistening pussy. She cried out as he entered her, the stretch and pressure sending shivers down her spine.

With growing enthusiasm, Daniel began to thrust, his movements deliberate and powerful. Jane matched his rhythm, crying out in delight as he hit her G-spot with every stroke. Her hands clutched at his ass, urging him deeper with each pass.

“Fuck yes!” Daniel groaned, his eyes wild with lust. “That’s it, baby. Ride me hard.”

Jane moaned incoherently in response, her own excitement building as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Each thrust sent pleasure rippling through her body, and she arched her back, encouraging him onward.

A deep growl rumbled in Daniel’s throat as he pounded into her relentlessly. Jane could tell he was close, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She stroked his shaft fervently, crying out encouragement, desperate to bring him to climax and taste his release.

With a final, forceful thrust, Daniel roared in ecstasy, his body convulsing as he emptied himself within her. Jane clenched around him, milking his cock for every drop as stars exploded behind her eyes. She felt powerful, the sense of accomplishment overwhelming as Daniel collapsed beside her, spent and satisfied.

Jane lay panting, her heart pounding in her chest as she caught her breath. But a glance at Daniel’s still-hard cock stirred her desires once more. She smiled wickedly and straddled his hips, guiding his member back into her eager pussy.

Daniel groaned in approval, his hands finding their way to her hips as she began to ride him in earnest. Jane rocked her hips, relishing the friction of their joining. The bed creaked beneath them as she increased her pace, her own desire building with each thrust.

Her hands braced against his chest, fingers digging into his flesh as she moved faster and faster. Daniel’s breath quickened, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as Jane worked him toward another climax.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “That’ s it, baby. Ride me hard ... ride me till I explode.”

Jane felt a rush of heat between her legs as Daniel’ s words inflamed her. She increased her tempo, desperate to bring him over the edge once more. Her own climax was imminent; the sensation of being filled by his cock sent shivers down her spine.

Moaning loudly, Jane came hard, her walls contracting around Daniel’ s shaft as she rode him through her orgasm. His hands gripped her hips firmly, urging her onward until, with a final cry, he exploded within her once more.

He slumped back against the pillows, spent and satisfied, while Jane disengaged from their union, a triumphant smile playing across her lips. Jane gazed down at Daniel’s softening member, a sense of triumph washing over her as she realized what she’d accomplished. She felt proud, having given this stranger an experience so intense.

But she wasn’t done yet; Helle’s words echoed in her head - make him cum multiple times, and the money would flow. Jane smirked to herself, her eyes raking over his well-toned body as an idea formed.

She straddled Daniel’s chest, her wet pussy hovering above his mouth as she ran her hands along his jaw, guiding his gaze upward. A lustful smile graced her lips as she leaned in and whispered seductively, “Make me come again, and I’ll make you feel better than ever.”

Daniel’s eyes widened at the prospect, and he nodded eagerly, his hands slipping beneath her thighs to hold them aloft as she lowered herself onto his mouth. She felt his tongue tease her sensitive folds and cried out in delight as he found her aching clit.

Jane ground her hips against his face, her hands reached behind her, exploring his torso. His groans of appreciation egged her on, and she increased the pace of her movements, riding his face aggressively.

Daniel’s tongue worked wonders; her walls trembled as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Jane cried out, her body stiffening in ecstasy as a powerful orgasm consumed her. She felt herself convulse around his mouth, his tongue never ceasing its expert exploration.

Relishing the taste of her release, Daniel looked up at Jane with lust-filled eyes as she rose above him, her breasts swaying tantalizingly before him. He slide up from her pussy, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her towards him for a deep, passionate kiss.

His cock twitched against her stomach, and Jane guided it back to her entrance, moaning as he slid inside. She rode him hard and fast, her hands braced above his shoulders as she met each thrust with a grunt.

“Fuck yeah!” Daniel roared, his eyes wild with desire. “That’s it! Fuck me hard.”

Jane felt the heat of his desire build within her once more as Daniel’s hands found her ass, squeezing and pulling him deeper into her. She cried out, encouraging him to go faster, harder, and he obliged, his thrusts powerful and relentless.

A low moan escaped Jane’ s lips. “Give it to me. Fill my cunt with your milk.” She squeezed vaginal muscles. Her walls contracted around Daniel’s shaft, triggering his release. She felt him convulse within her as rope after rope of cum spurted against her sensitive walls.

Panting, Jane collapsed beside him, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. She smiled tiredly, satisfied that she’d not only conquered her first session but also earned a few bonuses in the process.

After their intense coupling, Jane and Daniel paused to catch their breath, their bodies glistening with perspiration. Jane ran her hands through her hair, pushing stray locks from her face as she caught her breath.

Daniel sat up first, reaching for his pants and pulling out a wad of cash. He counted out four hundred dollars, handing it to Jane with a kind smile.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself half as much as I did,” he said, his eyes holding an honest warmth that surprised her.

Jane stared at the money in disbelief. “That’s a huge tip. How much did you pay Helle?” Her eyes widening further still when Daniel told her he paid five grand.

She felt a surge of confusion and frustration. In an instant she went from surprise for how much she was getting paid to being stunned at how much more Helle was making off of her.

Daniel mistook her surprise. His eyes held an encouraging glimmer as he added, “Believe me, you’re worth every cent.”

Jane’s cheeks flushed at his words. But the disparity between what he paid and what she received left a bitter taste in her mouth. She thanked him, pocketing the money as Daniel dressed and prepared to leave.

Jane found Ezzy in the common room, her friend’s sharp eyes assessing her intently as she approached. She shared the details of her first session, her cheeks flushing as she recounted the encounter.

Ezzy listened intently, nodding along before speaking reassuringly, “Don’t fret too much about the money, Janey. That’s a first-time special price. They won’t all be like that.”

Jane felt slightly mullified by Ezzy’s words but couldn’t shake the sense of being taken advantage of. She scowled.

Ezzy smirked, her eyes knowing, “Hey, you did good. I would’ve helped you if I wasn’t hooking when you came in. Be sure to negotiate for a bigger cut when you give up your ass.”

Jane shook her head, her frustration mounting. She felt like an amateur, unaware of the intricacies of the trade she’d just entered.

Ezzy patted her shoulder comfortingly. “You’ll learn, and fast. This business ain’t kind to the naive.” Her eyes hardened slightly as she continued, “But I’m here for ya. And Helle’s not a bad madam at heart. She’s way better than most.” Jane was not convinced.

Two years passed, and Jane had become a seasoned professional, her body having serviced countless clients. She’d developed a love-hate relationship with Helle; on the one hand, the Madam protected them from abusive customers and ensured their safety. But she was also ruthless in her pursuit of profit, kicking out girls who didn’t bring in enough money and trafficking young women from Sweden to fuel the brothel’s appetites. Did she really care? Or was she just protecting her product? If offered enough money, Helle would coerce the girls to do almost anything short of permanent harm.

Jane despised this darker side of Helle, knowing full well the fate that befell girls who couldn’t cut it in the business. She’d often wondered about the new arrivals - their wide eyes and nervous demeanor stood out amidst the veteran prostitutes.

Jane learned that Helle had an intricate network within the sex trade, one that reached far beyond their local brothel. She was part of a well-oiled machine, importing fresh faces from Sweden regularly. Their naivety and innocence commanded a premium, especially for first-time sessions, as customers relished the taboo of deflowering these young women.

But Helle was ruthless in her management of these girls. If they didn’t adapt quickly, seducing clients and bringing in substantial income, they faced the prospect of being sold to another establishment or given the most undesirable customers.

Jane shuddered at the thought; she’d heard stories of girls ending up in rough houses, where customers were allowed to indulge in their most depraved desires without consequence. It was a fate she couldn’t bear to imagine for Lina or any of the other vulnerable women under Helle’s control.

One evening, Jane found herself in the changing room alongside a new girl. She noticed the accent as the young woman applied her makeup and struck up a conversation. Lina was her name; she’d arrived from Sweden only a week ago. Her eyes held a mixture of fear and determination as she spoke of her newfound life.

Jane sensed there was more to Lina’s story, and after some prodding, the younger woman confessed the truth. She’d been sold by her own family, desperate to escape their poverty-stricken existence.

Tears welled in Lina’s eyes as she spoke of the trauma, and Jane’s heart sank. She felt a surge of protectiveness towards the girl and vowed to help her however she could.