I don't own Touched By An Angel.  "You hold the answers deep
within your own mind. Consciously, you've forgotten it. That's
the way the human mind works. Whenever something is too
unpleasant, too shameful for us to entertain, we reject it. We
erase it from our memories, but the imprint is always there." A
male angel named Alexander had told Monica. Monica had never
understood the statement until her most recent assignment. She
was sent to a man's home for this assignment. This man had
medium-length, dark-brown hair, dark brown eyes, a striped
t-shirt, black jeans, sneakers, and a peach skin-tone. He
approached Monica with a look that was partially malice and
partially lust.  "What's your name doll? My name is Ezaiya." He
asked the red-head in front of him.  "Monica." Monica answered
with fear.  "Well Monica, you're a part of my collection." The
said with lust in his eyes as he tied Monica's hands together.
"FOLLOW ME! NOW!" He barked, going downstairs where he
imprisoned people as his toys. He tied Monica's