So this story is Blair and Chuck only. I love them.

Warning: Eating disorder and some violence (nothing extreme)

Skinny Love

Blair lost everything. Her father was selling her to be a slave, because he would get lots of money. And 'they needed money'. More than they needed her own daughter. They would be happy, they said.

When she got to the castle, the beautiful castle, her eyes were red and puffy from crying and her face pale from purging everything she ate before. Even like that, she looked gorgeous.

While her parents and the king were making business, she overheard she was going to serve the prince: Charles Bass. She didn't feel scared anymore, she felt numb.

The shook of hands and the signing of a contract. And they were gone. And Blair Waldorf was gone.

" Go to the slaves' room and put on your uniform. Then, clean my son's bedroom, it's nasty." Blair gritted her teeth but did not answer. She didn't like bossy people. Not with her, anyways.

She immediatly found the room. It looked like a basement, cold as hell and luckily, her bed was next to the window.

She changed quickly into the awful vests and went down the hall, looking for the prince's room. When she opened a door.

" EW!" She gasped when she saw a very handsome dark haired man in the bed with a woman, who had a dress just like hers.

" Who the hell are you?" He asked.

" I was sent to clean your room." She said simply. She surprised him because she didn't say 'Master' or 'Sir' or anything minimaly polite.

" You must be new in here." He said, still just covered with the blankets. She felt suddenly uncomfortable because she was sure the slave wasn't in bed with him because she wanted to.

" Yes." There was something about her eyes that intrigued him. Her eyes were cold and pained. She was probably forced to be there.

" Well, talk to me with manners. Don't ever forget. I'm your master you're my slave."

" Okay, I'm sorry Master." She tried not to make it sound the most horrible word in the world, she did, but she just couldn't say that without rebuff. He smirked.

" Now, clean my room. And you" he said, pointing to the other girl. "Get out of my bed. Slaves are not alowed here." This time Blair rolled her eyes. Who did he think he was? The girl was a human. She had feelings. She wasn't a fucking toy to play with.

" What was that, slave?" He asked.

" Blair. My name is Blair." She muttured. " And that girl didn't deserve that! You can't do that kind of things! She's a human! She should be free!" He slapped her. Hard. She fell backwards.

" Do not ever talk to me like that. Ever." She looked at him, finally some fear showing in her eyes. " Now clean all this."

And Blair did. And she did it quietly. She changed the sheets, cleaned the floor, the windows and thed dust from the furniture. When she was done, she was ready to leave the room when she noticed lots of books in a shelf. She felt the temptation hitting her and finally took one off. And she started reading 'Sherlock Holmes'. It was so funny and she felt very good savoring every single word.

When Chuck Bass was back to his room, found it perfectly clean and tidied. Finally, the girl came to her senses. His surprise couldn't be bigger when he found her sitting on the floor, reading. He looked at the book. His favourite.

And the girl was so absort in her reading she didn't feel someone coming in.

And Chuck didn't say a word, because she looked gorgeous focusing on her perusal. The minutes passed and Chuck realized it was ridiculous to allowed something like that.

He faked a cough. Blair looked up and shock and fear passed through her eyes.

" I'm so sorry. You were gone and I ended cleaning, and I was tired and I was leaving and I saw the book and it's the only one of the colection I never read and... I'm sorry Master." He smirked at her concerned face and she handed him the book. He shook his head.

" I won't read what a slave touched." Blair's eyes widened and she could feel the anger raising on her body. When she finally calmed down, she said.

" Ok." And he was surprised with her short answer, no fire in it, just coldness.

" Now go to your room and I'm just sparing you because you are new in here. Tomorrow you'll be up at 5.00 am, and you'll make my breakfast." She nodded and went upstairs. When the meal came, she was starving. So she ate, she ate the awful food. Then her stomach made the normal noise after she ate and her head started saying.

They gave you away because you were too fat.

You are so ugly not even the prince will want to scew you.

Your parents hated you.

So she ran to the little bathroom of the slaves and sticked her finger down her throat, emptying her stomach from everything. The food coming out of her, and so her life. Her fire.

And she wanted to die, she did, because she would never be free and happy, because her parents took that choise away from her. And she cried. She cried until she had no more tears.

And after that, she got up and went to bed, looking at the snow falling out of the window. She wished she was there. And that she was dying from hypothermia.

And then, she fell into the most dreamless sleep of her life.

When she woke up, her head was aching like heck and her stomach was groaning in pain from her acts after dinner.

She ignored it and woke up. OH MY GOD! It was 5.10 am and she still was like that. She quicly left the bed and made Charles' breakfast. She made it perfectly (she had always cooked very well) and took it to his bedroom. He was reading in his bed, this time, alone.

" Excuse me?" She asked, knocking.

" Come in." He said, his voice calm. She entered the room and handed him the tray with his food. " You may go now?"

" And what do I do?" She asked. He noticed something different about her. Her eyes were dull, her face was really pale and the dress seemed to be baggier. He had always been a great observer.

He ignored her question and asked " Did you eat your dinner yesterday?"

She blushed in embarrassment. Did he know? No, he couldn't know. " Of course, Master." She said, trying to change the subject. She ate the meal, she just didn't keep it down.

She is smart. But I'm Chuck Bass. He thought.

" Very good. Anything else after that?" She shivered. Bulimia. What an awful, embarrassing word.

" N-no. After that I went to bed, my Lord." My Lord? What the hell? Blair wasn't that polite. Not to him anyways.

" Fine." He snapped at her. " Because I want something you can give me." He pulled her close and started untying her dress. She pushed him away quickly. Tears were falling from her eyes. She ran upstairs and locked herself in the slaves' room.

Chuck sighed at her rejection but decided not to keep it further. He ran upstairs and tried to open the door. It was locked. He heard sobs.

" Blair? Open the damn door or I'll break it." He threatened.

" I don't want to do that!" She screamed. She was sitting on the window, her legs outside. " I could be dead right now, just a simple push, and I would be falling down and trying to fly."

He flinched at her words. God, he never had to deal with suicidal slaves.

" Blair, open the door." He roared.

" For what purpouse? You raping me? Using me? Making me feel like a slut? Beating me up?"

" Blair-" He started, softly.

" NO!" She shouted. "I don't want that being taken from me." Her voice was weak, pained. He sighed. She was a virgin. That was rare on his slaves. But he wouldn't rape her. He never raped any girl against her will. He had principles.

" Blair, come out and I won't take anything from you."

" Would you miss me?" She said, this time more calm.

" What?"

" If I was dead. Would you miss me?" She repeated. He stood there, too shocked to move. No one ever asked him that. Of course he would miss her. She was the only interesting slave he's ever had. And, ironicaly, the only one who doesn't want to sleep with hi,.

" Yes." He decided to tell the truth and she tried to find some hint that he was lying. She jumped to the room's floor and went to the door.

" I'm sorry." She whispered, crying.

" Just open the door." He sounded tired. She unlocked the door and sank into the floor. The window still opened, the room still cold. He bent over and helped her up, putting her looking into his deep brown eyes. She shifted her look to the floor. "What the hell, Blair? That's the poorest behavior I've ever seen." She looked at him, terrified.

" I-"

" No. Let me finish." She instantly closed her mouth. " You behaved really bad, Blair. What were you going to do? Kill yourself?"

She took it as a rethoric question so she keeped quiet.

" Answer me!" His scream echoed through the room.

" Yes." She sighed. " Yes, I was going to kill myself. And I felt good and I wish I did i!" He slapped her again. Silly girl, couldn't she realize how precious she was?

She started crying again and this time he hugged her, smelled her hair. She burried her face on his chest and grasped his expensive shirt.

Neither of them talked. Neither of them. Because he was hugging a slave and she was hugging a prince. And they knew it was wrong, but it felt so damn right.

Then her stomach started growling. She was hungry, he noticed. And it wasn't even lunch time. She wouldn't take it until dinner. He took her hand and she looked at him shyly. He noticed the mark of his hand was on her cheek and felt really guilty. But he had to treat her like any other slave. No, because any other slave would have a very severe punishment.

He sat her in the dinner room. It was huge, sublime. Excessive. " I can't eat in here. " She commented. He looked at her.

" No, you can't. But you will." She nodded and he prepared the food. It tasted good, Blair noticed, for a prince who is supposed to be mommy's boy.

" I know what you are thinking. How is it so good for a mommy's boy? Well, guess what? I'm not one. I love being rich, I mean I have money for prostitutes and girls want to sleep with me and all that crap, what also has to do with me being this gorgeous." Cocky.

" You praise yourself good." She stated. She wished she could do the same.

After the meal, he helped her getting up. It was 12.00, so his parents were home. " Go upstairs. And don't mention it to anyone. if you do, you'll have a very dour chastisement." She nodded and prepared herself to leave, but before she looked at him.

" Thank you, whatever-your-name-is." He laughed and didn't take it as an offence.

" I'm Chuck."

" Then, thank you, Chuck." She said, her voice soft. Then she started feeling bad because she ate so much and must look like a fat girl. She turned around and when she was about to leave he called her.

" Blair?" She turned around. " You are welcome." She nodded and ran away. When she entered the room she realized she must be blushing. Then she thought I'm such a whore. I'm falling in love with my Master, the monster who slapped me and played me. And she saw again the tons of food she ate.

And she headed to the bathroom and stick a finger down her throat, as in the usual ritual. She had done it since her father started beating her up. When she was 13.

And she couldn't stop.

Because there was no control.

When she got to bed she saw the book she started reading and a new one, each one with a note. In the first one it said, in a very beautiful script: 'You never ended it, so here it is. -Chuck', and in the second one it was written 'You'll be alright. -Chuck' with the book Les Miserábles. Blair smiled and her eyes started closing without her permission.

Come on Skinny Love...

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