Corrupted: Blossom's Story

Summary: Blossom is taken from her home, her family, and forced into a relationship with a man she hoped would dissappear forever. Now, reunited with him, she is forced to help him in one of the most dangerous part yet: Control, and the murder of the most feared creature of the underworld.


Blossom would've admired the view, IF she hadn't been handcuffed to a chair. She squirmed, fruitlessly, to escape the bonds. Eventually, she gave a huff, and stopped writhing, and took a critical look at the beautiful landscape that sprawled before her. A single, bone-white road twisted over the hills, branching out into villages that dotted the hills with glowing yellow specks. The road was lined with hedges, the leaves silvery, as the lamps that were stationed along the road flickered to life. There were large maples that surrounded the estate, their leaves shades between gold and red. After those, rows of fruit lined the garden, everything from boysenberry to Chinese pears. The trees were closest, downsizing as they got farther away. Past the fruits, veggies were put in orderly, strict ranks, also from largest to smallest. She grinned when she noticed that the tomato was in both the veggie and fruit sections. After, flowers dominated the area. Roses, colored from blue to black, white to red, gold to silver, and even two to three colors each! Beyond that were lilies, of all colors, lavender, peonies, bluebells, and star-like flowers she didn't know the name for. There were probably more, but she could see no further, save for bright pinpricks of colors, possibly the fireflies that flew, and a rare, self-lit flower here and there. It truly was beautiful, and as picture-perfect as could be.

A light tapping of footsteps tore her attention away from the beauty of the garden to a young, pretty maid. Her hair was cut short, her dress modest, with a crest on the apron pocket. She gave Blossom a friendly smile, which was hesitantly returned. "My lord says that if you do not try to escape, he will allow you to roam the estate." Blossom arched a brow, a bit surprised. She mulled it over. After seeing the garden, she wondered if there were any more pleasant views about the mansion. It seemed, in any case, the best option for her right now.

"Fine," Blossom murmured, waiting patiently as the maid unlocked the handcuffs. She stood, rubbing her sore wrists in an attempt to regain circulation. "May I borrow a change of clothes?" She asked, politely, as soon as the maid returned from replacing the chair to its rightful position. The girl nodded, and led the young redhead through a sequence of halls and stairs. Blossom memorized the course, so she would not inconvenience the girl too much in the future. "What's your name?" she asked the blond maid.

"Oh! How rude of me," She murmured, looking a bit flustered. "My name is Clarissa." After a brief silence, she spoke again. "You know, you're the most polite guest to ever visit. The last one insulted every maid that tried to assist her, so master sent her back." She told Blossom, as she rounded another corner. "It's been a year since master invited another guest."

"Is that so?" Blossom said, interested. "Well, then I'm honored to be able to visit." To be honest, she was a little bit upset. How were Bubbles and Buttercup doing? Clarissa stopped in front of an ornate door.

"This is your room. There should be sufficient clothing. Please, stay in your room for now, as dinner will start soon. Also, my lord requests you wear something formal, for you will meet him at dinner tonight." Clarissa smiled at Blossom, before leaving. Nervously, she stood before the door.

"Well, here it goes," she murmured to herself. She closed her hand around the knob, and slowly twisted it open.

She found herself in an elegant, large room. There was a canopy bed against one wall, in the dead center, two drawers on each side. A double door led into what she assumed to be the closet, another to the bathroom. Blossom pulled off her shoes, and strode into the closet. She froze. Hundreds of dresses, shoes, shirts and pants lined the walls, with drawers containing bras and underwear of every size. Sighing, she went ahead and started to rummage though through the mass of clothing. By the time she got a complete change of clothes, she heard someone step in.

"Miss Blossom?" She turned, facing another maid, this one a brunette. "I'm Melissa, I was sent to bathe you." 'Oh.' "Please, come this way." Holding her selected clothes, she followed. The bathroom was similarly extravagant, with a bath the size of a Jacuzzi, filled with steamy water. At the maid's insistence, Blossom undressed and stepped into the bathwater. She couldn't help but sigh in pleasure, as the water undid the tension hours of struggling chained to a chair. As Melissa scrubbed shampoo through her hair, despite her insistence that it wasn't necessary, she relaxed. Once Melissa was done, Blossom toweled herself dry, slowly. After dressing, Blossom allowed the maid to comb her hair, and pull it back in a stylish bun. After doing the pink puffs' hair, Melissa led her to stand in front of an ornate, large door. "Master is just beyond these doors," Melissa told Blossom.

After thanking the maid, Blossom stood in front of the door, steeling herself for what lay beyond.

Absolutely NOTHING prepared her to greet the man behind the door.


Tah-dah! My new story! This one here is similar to the Powerpunks: creation and what happened after, with a different twist. I'll put a chapter summary in front of each one, so you can decide to read or skip that chapter. Of course, this one is mandatory XP