"We caught her–the slayer."

"She took a lot out of us, boss. And took even more of us out!"

The man stood from behind his desk and looked at the fragile looking slayer, bound, gagged and obviously beaten in front of him. With a smirk, he walked from behind his desk, approaching her. She cowered before him, and that only made his smirk look more triumphant. Clasping his hands together, he looked at his two henchmen; proud for once.

"Good. Now, make sure she gets the best of care. And don't taste or fuck her. If you do, I'll know and you'll all be destroyed."

"Yes, sir."

The two said in unison and picked the weak slayer up, carrying her towards her next destination–the dungeon. She struggled unsuccessfully, but her squirms and whimpers earned her another beating. Once they were done with her, which took a good hour, she couldn't walk, and was barely conscious.

"Stop that, would ya, bitch?"

"C'mon. Fucks wrong with her?"

One punch to her face silenced her, but her movements didn't cease. Dropping her to the ground, one lifted his foot up and slammed it into her ribs, eliciting a muffled scream from the small girl.

"Hehe, she likes it rough, eh?"

"Hah, yup. Lets give her what he wants."

She never felt such pain before in her life. Her rips broke, almost with the first few hits to her petite body, and she was bleeding from all places. Her clothes were torn, but she couldn't worry about that at that very moment, she had to fend off her attackers the best she could. The only consolation she had, was the fact that their boss just told them they couldn't rape her. So her soul and will would be able to stay intact for the time being. They almost broke both her arms at once trying to hold her down, so she stopped fighting. Her arms and legs were her only weapons, and if she lost them, she'd be in deep shit. So she didn't fight. And it almost cost her, her life.

Once she regained consciousness once again, she was lying on a cold floor, no longer tied up or gagged. Her eyes fluttered opened continuously and she tried to survey her surroundings, but the strength in her arms and body hadn't returned to her yet, so she couldn't get a clear view of where she was. Before the footsteps down the hall approached her, she slipped into her painful oblivion again.

Serj, was the most feared underground being in the world. He was sent to Los Angeles to help give the slayer everything she deserved. And from what he heard, she deserved a lot. Walking down the dark deserted hallway, he came upon hundreds of cages, with women, children, men, demons–everything imaginable, was locked up in this one basement; the dungeon. But at this moment, Serj only had one conquest this time–the slayer.

He knew she was awake when he first walked in, but then when he approached her prison, she was unconscious again. He figured it would be easier for now to have her asleep then awake. She'd put up less of a fight. Serj sauntered over to the front of Buffys prison door, to see her laying there helpless.

"How cute. She can be taken advantage of..so easily. Im glad."

He was not a man, nor a demon. He was a being that was classified under 'Indestructible'. He worked for either good or evil, and this time, evil was paying him more. Opening the door to her cell, without a key or a struggle, he walked inside with her and it locked on its own behind him. One movement of his hand and she was on her back. A flick of his wrist and her clothes were gone. Did the party start so soon? His eyebrows rose in amusement, looking down at the, almost twenty-eight year old. She looked so child-like; small. But she was built, and for the oldest slayer, he was surprised that she still worked out.

He circled her slowly, examining her body carefully. Her breasts were full, and a perfect shape and size, her ribs were obviously broken, and almost sticking out of her skin, so he ignored that, and traveled downward. Her stomach was tight and taut–all muscle. Skipping over the obvious prize, his eyes scanned lower, admiring her further. Her legs were long and lean, she was a giveaway for a fast runner. And her feet were small, which meant normal manacles would probably not hold her. A small complication, but he'd make due.

He took one step toward her, but stopped. With a somewhat startled expression, he looked around and then his eyes set on a dark, trembling figure in the cell across from her. The figure was also naked, and obvious had been there quite a while–bleeding, bruised, and beaten to the extreme. Serj had no doubt that the women at the facility didn't already chain this one up and have their way with the poor soul. But this one was obviously unwilling. Knuckles were visibly white and blood trickled down each hand. There were marks around the neck, wrists and ankles–proof of rape and torture. Serj could see perfectly from where he was, but then paid no mind. That prisoner was of no concern to him. He needed to take care of her.

She whimpered a bit in her unconscious state, obviously being able to feel the person across from her. She mumbled, but Serj didn't catch what she had whispered. He couldn't worry about that. He had to finish. His eyes rested on the brown patch of hair that laid at the juncture of her thighs. Being neither human or demon, it took him a moment to figure out that the blonde on her head was not as natural as the brown coarseness between her small legs. His head tilted to the side as he looked to the wall, chains appearing and then finding that she had been captive just as easily again, he smirked a bit, pleased with himself.

He held out his hand and a whip slid in place. The whiteness of his skin made him look more pale then he actually was in the horrible lighting of the cell. His teeth glistened when he smiled, looking like a row of huge pearls, and his eyes were round and brown, matching the color of his hair. Standing at a whopping six foot seven, he overpowered even the strongest opponent. And that made him worth the cost.

He cracked the whip loudly in the air, as almost as if it was a threat of some sort, but neither the slayer or the prisoner across from her flinched. Had they been used to this? He figured maybe they had both been subjected to torture in the past. But the other prisoner would be crying once that whip snapped, for obvious reasons.

Walking towards the small blonde, he cracked the whip against her stomach, and she jolted right up with a scream. The blood from her face was long gone–someone must have cleaned her up before hand–but she was still bruised. She had a gash on her forehead and she had a large purple eye. She had bruises all along her face, down her neck where it looked like she was strangled, and on her arms, where she was obviously held down. Her legs were horribly bruised, and her slayer healing didn't seem to be kicking in at all.

He raised the whip in the air again, only to realize that she closed her eyes again, knowing that her pain hadn't ended yet. The whip sliced through the air again, hitting her square in the hip, but only a whimper came from her. But, he knew she was holding back. Eventually, she'd have no fight left in her. Looking at the places he hit her, he saw the two red welts that began to form on her slightly tanned skin. When she opened her eyes again, he noticed the tears that she refused to let fall lingering there. She was in a great deal of pain.

But he would not go soft. Not when he was being paid so greatly. He had instructions; to break her in. And then god knows what they had planned for her. Would they do to her what they did to the others? He didn't know, and it wasn't his business to find out either. His eyes darkened, and his hand raised again, wacking her with the whip against both breasts at once. He knew that would surely make her scream, and he was right. But what surprised him, was that she was one who liked pain–her nipples hardened at the hit. His eyebrow raised once more as he walked to her, grabbing one breast in his hand and squeezing. She half groaned, half moaned. His touch was cold, so it was oddly familiar to her; he could tell.

He knew her past lovers were dead–vampires. He also knew he was the one, for now, that had the advantage. Squeezing her soft mound of flesh, he ran the whip up her thigh, then hit her with it.

"Do you like pain, slayer?"

Her eyes open slowly at the calmness of his voice. Her green orbs swirled with the confusion of what she was feeling–pain, pleasure, unclean. Like how she felt with Spike. She sniffled, and whimpered softly as she nodded her head just a bit.

"Say it."

He commanded as the whip moved to the front of her, and played with her coarse curls. Her stomach clenched tightly, knowing he was going to either rape her, with or without the whip, or strike her there and make her bleed like..well, like she did before.

"Yes."

Her voice came out as a raspy whisper, hoarse from crying and screaming. She instantly regretted that she answered his question. She was giving into the enemy and helping their cause..whatever that may be.

"Good."

He whispered to her, pushing the whip more towards her center, and making its way through her curls.

"Cause I like to give it."

He rubbed her clit, ever so gently, with the tip of the rough leather. He was pleased to hear her let out a moan, and close her eyes. Her head was stuck up in the clouds, because she seemed to have missed the part where he said he liked to give pain. He tapped on the little nub, with some force, and received a throaty groan from her. She liked it.

"Slayer?"

He asked softly again as he began to slide the harsh weapon between her slick folds. Her eyes opened, almost in shock to the sensations she was receiving, and to the fact that he just called to her.

"Have you ever been fucked against your will?"

Serj watched her, now slightly green orbs swirl again, but now he knew it was for a completely different reason. Swallowing the pain that was about to erupt from her, she shook her head.

"N-no."

"Are you lying?"

"N.."

She was about to lie, but she saw the look on his face and knew that he already knew about her attempted rape, so it was really no use.

"Yes."

"Who?

"Sp-.."

She didn't say his name. She couldn't say his name. Bad memories, good memories, shame, dominance, submissiveness, all came flooding back to her, and her mind became a wave pool of both her past lovers. Oh, god, where were they when she needed them? She was in LA, where was Angel? And Spike? Well, she saw Spike die, so he couldn't help her much, even if he wanted to. And then again, she hadn't seen Angel in so long, he probably didn't even know she was in LA. With a defeated sigh, she shook her head, an unwanting cry passed her lips as she thought of the night Spike almost raped her. Serj wacked her inner thighs slightly, spreading them apart. She cried and looked down, watching him. What did he really want from her? Why did he keep asking pointless questions.

"Who fucked you, slayer?"

"He...he didn't. He tried."

"Who?"

"William."

"William who?"

Just let it out, you'll feel better. At least, thats what she told herself.

"William..the Bloody."

"Spike, eh?"

He smirked slightly and slowly slid the whip inside of her, and with a surprised squeal, she tried to maneuver her body so that she pulled away, and not pushed down. He knew what he could do to make her give in, but he had to ask more.

"Did you scream?"

"..Yes.."

"Did he hurt you?"

"It..it bruised. I..my leg.."

"So, the slayer got a boo-boo. What a shame."

She was tired of this. She wanted to go home, she wanted clothes, she wanted the whip out of her aching pussy. And most of all, she wanted Angel. He had popped into her mind when Spike came up, and now? Angel was her only source of comfort. She wriggled, trying to pull her body off the whip, but it was no use.

"Why are you doing this? Please..let me go.."

"You cant go. Im here to make sure you're ready."

"Ready? For what?"

"Them."

And he left it at that. He wouldn't answer anymore of her stupid, pointless questions. Not that his were any better, but he was the one in charge. Sliding the whip out, he tossed it to the ground, and she watched it disappear with extremely wide eyes. She knew there had to be a lot more then just that. And she was right. Next to Serj appeared a weird looking wannabe rocking horse, but with no horse parts. Only a stick on the top of it. And then there was a bag–it clanged, so there were metal objects inside. She knew this was not good.

The chains were gone from her hands and feet, but she had no control over her body. He did. He looked up at the ceiling, and made chains come down. Her body went right over to them, and her hands were locked up. She tried to free herself, or pull the chains down from the ceiling, but it was no use. Either she wasn't strong enough, or she was just fighting an endless battle. He chuckled at her failed attempts to escape, it was quite entertaining to watch. Wagging a slim finger at her he shook his head and took the see-saw on a stick and brought it to her. She didn't know what that was, or what he was going to do with it. But once he put it where he wanted it, she understood his intentions. He slid it right between her legs. Whimpering softly, she felt herself being lowered downward, towards the weird contraption.

"I hope you have fun, slayer."

"What? What are you doing?"

Oh, she was starting to understand. And she wished that she didn't. He watched as her body got closer and closer to his..'toy'. Once she got close enough, he grabbed her hips and tugged her down onto it. It was a sick, twisted, dildo toy. She screamed at the top of her lungs and looked down; her legs were shaking and she could feel blood dripping down her thighs. She closed her eyes and tried to pull herself off, but she couldn't. It was impossible to the extreme.

"Why are you doing this?"

She sobbed, having no choice but to just balance herself on the balls of her feet, trying to ignore the pain she felt with the dildo inside of her.

"I was ordered to. Now, ride it."

"No, it hurts."

The moment the words passed her lips, she knew she would regret it. Again, from out of nowhere, a paddle appeared in his hand. She squirmed at the sight, trying to get away.

"No, don't! Please!"

She knew she was going to get hit, and she also knew he was none too gentle when he hit her. Bouncing from foot to foot, she cried, wanting nothing more then to be freed again. How did she get into this situation anyway? Serj, ignoring her, went around behind her, and wacked her ass with the paddle, leaving a huge red mark. The impact of the hit thrusted her onto the dildo and she screamed; her body moving back and forth on it from the impact.

"Ride it. Thats what they intended for you. And they'll do worse later."

"I cant...I cant..it hurts so bad.."

She sobbed, her head rolling from side to side helplessly. If he was anyone else, his patience would have already ran out. But he had no patience, no concept of guilt, remorse, love, good or evil. He knew just what he was told and what he has seen.

"Then they'll come. They'll do worse."

He was warning her. But her body was so tired, she wasn't sure she could handle much more. Slowly, she rode the weird dildo–her soul and will wasn't as intact as she thought it was. The bosses were pleased. Serj and his things were gone, and Buffy was unconscious again.