It was a beautiful day in Mexico City. The sun was out and everyone was quite happy. Everyone except pretty little high school student Metzli, who lived with her bum uncle but dreamed of a way better life. She wished someone would come and sweep her off her feet, someone who would take her away and love her and be there for her and not insist on throwing her out into the cold whenever a 'lady friend' came by. But whatever, it's not like that would ever happen to her. Metzli little poor orphan girl whose good looks were the only blessing the gods saw fit to bestow upon her unlucky life. But Metzli refused to become a pity case, she was driven and stubborn, the top of her class and a determined passionate kick boxer. But still she wished someone would take her away.

How wrong she was to wish such a thing.

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It had started out a normal day. She got up kicked her uncle's nightly whore out and threw him an aspirin on her way to the bathroom. Locking herself up inside the four by four sanctuary, she splashed her tanned face with water, not bothering to look at herself in the mirror. She could care less if she had a zit; they disappeared within a few weeks anyways. And in all honesty she saw nothing different about her face. She didn't see the graceful slope of her jaw, the classic nose, almond shaped eyes, nor did she specifically care for the shade of her irises which were an astonishing jade. In truth, she preferred to get the day over with, not worrying about that one split end that never went away.

After throwing a water bottle at her fried uncle she fought with her bike to get it out of the doorway. She ignored the jeering from the local men who constantly threw money at her; she ignored the damn dogs who barked at her as if they didn't see her walk down the same steps with the same bike every damn day.

It was on her way to school that she noticed an odd thing. The odd thing was a white van, not uncommon in Mexico City, the real reason why it was so terrifyingly fascinating to her was the way it happened to appear around every corner she turned. Eventually the fascination turned to slight panic, and then a whole hurricane of terror induced action when the van pulled up against her and a man dragged her in slapping something to her mouth. The world went black.

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Metzli had no idea where she was. Surrounded by a group of girls she found herself and the others encased in an intimidating room.

Narrowing her eyes she refused to acknowledge the feeling in her stomach as fear, instead she quelled it with her answer to all situation she could not handle. Anger. Struggling with her bonds she gained the attention of her fellow roommates. One shook her head at her and gave a beseeching stare. Another nodded encouragingly and began to fight her bonds as well.

"It's no use." A cold voice came from behind Metzli the accented Spanish grated on her ears, growling into the cloth that bound her mouth from spitting out profanities, she moved to face the intruder.

A woman of middle age stared down at her with cruel calculating eyes, "Oh yes, you'll catch quite a profit for Aunty Ying won't you?" She smirked and gripped Metzli's chin with her inch long bright red nails.

Metzli snarled although the sound was muffled Aunty Ying stepped back. She turned a disdainful eye on the rest of the young girls and spoke, "As most of the smart ones may know, I'm Aunty Ying, and me and my colleagues run a…business of sorts." She smiled, baring her teeth menacingly, "Some of you will be auctioned off, some of you will work right here in my very own house, but whatever you end up doing, you will bring a profit to Aunty Ying, so Aunty Ying is thankful and she will give you all pretty clothes to dress in." She hurled a huge burlap bag at the girl nearest who shrieked in surprise and pain.

"Dress." She snapped, "I will be back in five minutes for those I will auction off." She turned to the girl on her left and undid her bonds snapping an order in what sounded Chinese she left. The girl who had been freed turned to look at the others sorrowfully. Bonds were undone, tears were unleashed, fists were slammed into the walls in Metzli's case.

"No don't!" one girl cried in halting Spanish, "Aunty Ying will come back for you! She might take you away!"

"I don't give a damn!" Metzli shrieked feeling deranged she pounded at the wall oblivious to Aunty Ying who threw open the door, furious.

"Stop hitting the walls like the crazy bitch you are!" Aunty Ying screamed and dragged Metzli by her collar out of the room, "You don't want to be auctioned off fine, you will work for me here where I can keep an eye on you. "

Metzli gave a fierce tug and pulled free. Her body slid into the familiar boxing stance and taking much satisfaction in the look of shock then dread in Aunt Ying's eyes she let her fist snap forward, crushing Aunt Ying's jaw in one good sweep, while Metzli's legs took Aunty Ying's out from under her. Aunty Ying hollowed in outrage and pain, but Metzli didn't stick around for the rest, she took off down the hall sprinting this way and that.

She dodged cleaning ladies who screamed, she pushed past groups of men who stepped back in shock but cat called after her once they saw her face.

Turning around on her feet desperately she sprinted up a staircase and burst into a room where she was disgusted and horrified to see a man and woman…copulating.

So this is where I am…she thought terrified, A brothel, a whorehouse, I'm going to have my body sold to by men every living moment of my life…

She tore her eyes away from the shocked couple and almost went back in when she say Aunty Ying running up the stairs.

"Get her!" Aunty Ying screamed as Metzli ran down the hallway and towards the opposite staircase. Metzli refused to let teas escape her when she saw the exit. It was such a beautiful feeling, the word exit was beautiful, she was so close, pumping her arms faster she could practically taste the smell of freedom when someone purposely blocked her way.

It was the man from up stairs, in the room that she had accidently barged into. Looking up desperately she met vivid green eyes, like emeralds. But she could care less about the beautiful eye color; she needed to get the hell out of here.

She pushed at him but his arms encircled her waist and bought her closer, "Where are you off to Bonita?" he asked murmuring into her ear. Metzli blanched and struggled even harder.

"Let go of me you bastard!" she yelled punching at him, which is no small feat, she did practice kick boozing twenty fours seven.

"Hold, on Bonita, I wouldn't let anything hurt you—"he whispered but was interrupted by an unearthly scream.

"There's the bitch! Grab her!" Aunty Ying howled at two burly guards who ambled forth their expression looking too excited.

Metzli let out an enraged yell, now pummeling the man who held her from freedom, "Bastard! Damn you! Fuck you!"

The man chuckled and said, "Gladly."

"Oh Antonio, I'm so sorry sir, I saw that she interrupted you, please return, it's on the house." Aunty Ying purred lifting her thigh so as to let the silk of her dress fall away inch by inch revealing perfect unblemished skin.

Antonio chuckled darkly and winked at Aunty Ying who giggled in reply, "No no, Bell will always be here."

"But of course." Aunty Ying simpered, watching the guards reach out to take Metzli.

"Wait." Antonio said, his voice sharp and boring into Aunty Ying's, "This girl." He said, referring to the tanned female struggling in her arms, "What is she to you?"

Aunty Ying opened her mouth multiple times staring at Antonio and Metzli who couldn't resist said, "Take a picture, it will last longer."

Antonio chuckled and nuzzled the girls head inhaling her sweet scent. This girl to him was…intoxicating. From the first moment she opened the door on him and Bell he could tell that one sweet word from her to him would have him done for. One needing look would have him ruining his pants in a heartbeat. One pleading word would have him like silly putty in her hands. He could already tell that she would be the beautiful death of him. And he hadn't even talked solely to her yet.

"Well I was going to keep her as an…employee but now I think I'll have her clean the rooms for the rest of her miserable life." Aunty Ying snarled.

Metzli fought to turn around in the man's arm and against her better judgment spat on Aunty Ying who stared shocked then let out a monstrous shriek and charged. Metzli tried to pull away and meet Aunty Ying halfway but Antonio held her back and waited for the crazy employer to become composed after being yanked back by her two body guards.

"What a waste." Antonio said coldly pulling the girl closer, "Tell you what, I'll take her off your hands."

Aunty Ying stared bewildered, "You want to…buy her?"

Metzli again renewed her struggle with a stronger vengeance.

"Bastard!" she yelled at Antonio and turning to Aunty Ying she narrowed her eyes. "Bitch." She hissed through clenched teeth.

Aunty Ying gazed at her with a cool calculating expression, "Five thousand American dollars." She smirked; no smart man would bother for a common girl, no matter if her flower had yet to be cut.

"Done." Came the smooth strong alto of Antonio's voice. Metzli stopped momentarily shocked at the price and the agreement. That was indeed a lot of money, particularly to her who had grown up poor.

Antonio, feeling her body go limp from shock or relief as he liked to hope, gathered her up closer in his arms guiding her head to lay in the crook of his shoulder and neck. She was so beautiful, he could tell that beneath her clothes was an excellent physique and he was already itching to tear off the clothes and just corrupt her pretty little self already. His mouth was starting to water.

He walked out to his car which so happened to be a lovely Mercedes Benz and after depositing the girl in the passenger seat he took out his checkbook and wrote the numbers, handing it over to the bamboozled Aunty Ying who could only mutter out thank you.

"Her name is Malaya." Aunty Ying said smirking at Metzli. Nodding his head cheerful he zipped up his pants which he had forgotten to do and stepped into his car. Leaving the whore house in a cloud of dust as he sped away towards his mansion. Metzli felt numb. She had no fucking clue as to where she was, who this person was and what she was at the moment.

"I'm Antonio." He said conversationally, glancing over at her he felt an involuntary pang as he saw her staring stonily ahead. They reached his mansion and he felt proud as he saw her eyes widen momentarily.

He parked his car in the huge gravel road that circled around back. He sat with her in an uncomfortable silence.

"What am I going to be." She asked shattering the silence, and Antonio felt jubilant at her sweet voice blessing his ears.

"Whatever you want." He said grinning the grin that won him lots of rowdy nights. All he got was a glare that could freeze his friend Francis's balls off.

"You're right." Antonio said solemnly, "I just want to pop your cherry." He smiled again, hoping his half joke would get a positive reaction out of her. Instead he got a flurry of fists as she yelled at him.

Finally he clambered over to her seat and pinned her by straddling her waist and legs and holding his arms above her head.

Glaring at him she whispered slowly, "Where am I?"

"Spain." He answered back. And with that be buried his face into her neck savoring the smell and taste. The taste of fear on her skin dazzled him. No, it fascinated him; he could not wait to explore it.

Metzli gaped in shock and Antonio took that as a sign that he should invade her personal space just a little more. His lips clashed roughly onto hers and he savored the feel of her chapped lips again flavored with fear and this time, curiosity. He didn't stop there; his tongue pushed past her lips rudely and didn't leave any crevice in her mouth untouched. To Metzli everywhere his tongue touched a trail of fire seemed to follow searing her in the best way possible. But she didn't want this, she wanted to go home, she was in fucking Spain, across the world from where she wanted to be. She pushed him off by struggling and would have punched him had he not been holding her hands.

"Get off of me." She hissed, outraged.

"Mmmm no." he mumbled into her shoulder licking the soft flesh.

"Bastard get off!" she shrieked and threw her weight against him after punching him several times and hearing the satisfactory sound of flesh on flesh she tore out of the car door and seeing no place else to go made her way inside. But was stopped by arms. The same arms that had held her from freedom just an hour ago, "Let go!" she screamed.

"Mmm, beautiful Malaya, this is my house, and in my house I am master. And you just happen to be in my house therefore I am you master." He grinned into the skin of her neck and she shivered in disgust.

"Fuck you." She growled clawing at anything she could get a hold of. He chuckled and pinned her arms to her side.

Smirking delightedly he tipped her chin up to meet his eyes, "In the car you asked what you were going to be, and I have thought up a perfect job for you, do you want to know what it is?"

She scowled at him and resolved to struggle once more for an answer.

He laughed, "You are going to be my personal little maid, I would love that very much, how about you?"

She growled but did not meet his eyes.

He smiled stroking the side of her face he murmured into her cheek, "My personal Slave…for all my desires." His smirk was like poison on her skin.

The next thing Antonio knew, he was on the ground clutching at his jaw which hurt like a mother fucker. Malaya was running up the stairs and Antonio smirked. After all today was Saturday and all his workers had the day off, so it would be just him and Malaya. Beautiful sweet Malaya who was practically begging to be corrupted and Antonio couldn't bear to have anyone do the corrupting….save him.

"God forgive me." He whispered before ambling up the stairs towards his little flower.

I just needed to get that damn plot bunny out of my head….so please review! You know, if you liked or not just say a yay or a nay whatever just leave a review =D

~pw