Author's Note: This story will be a series of drabbles and short chapters based off characters from ABC's General Hospital. I don't own GH, ABC, or the characters. This was written for entertainment only! It also contains some characters created on ABC's All My Children. This story is extremely AU.

Warning: This story will contain subject matter in which some readers may find offensive. It will have some content that you may find upsetting or disturbing. Please read at your own risk!

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She kept them in cages. She only let them out to use the bathroom. Every day and every night, they were locked in the cages. They slept in cages, they ate in cages; it had become their existence.

Then one day, something changed. HE came. He looked in the cages and he decided which one he wanted.

"I will take that one," he said, pointing into one of the cages. "Is she a virgin?"

"Why yes, of course she is. She's only a child."

"Still, I must examine her, so I can know for 100% sure. Bring her out... and lay her down on the exam table," he insisted.

Crouching in her cage, Anna looked at him. She recognized his voice. His face. He had been one of the older children in Nanny McTavish's nursery. When the others picked on her and called her mean names, he had looked out for her. He had been her friend.

Why did her friend want to hurt her little sister Lindsey? What had made him into what he now was? And what exactly was he going to do to Lindsey?

Lindsey whimpered when Aunt Charlotte took her from the cage. "Don't cry, dear. It won't be all that bad," Auntie said as she stripped Lindsey out of the thin little nightie she wore.

Anna was horrified. Why was her auntie stripping little Lindsey right in front of Cesar Faison, the boy she once knew from Nanny McTavish's nursery, except that he wasn't a boy now. He was a man, and he was staring at her dear little sister lustfully. Anna felt sick inside as he reached out and touched her sister's thin little body.

She looked over at Alexandra, her twin who was slightly older by just a few minutes, and wondered if she too was feeling sick inside. Alexandra didn't say anything as she just stared blankly into space. She'd been traumatized. Weeks locked up in a cage had did that to her. They had once lived a loving home with their beautiful mother... but then Mother had taken sick. She died just after Anna and Alex's ninth birthday. Lindsey had only been 7 years old then. Their father hadn't been able to take care of the girls. He was too busy having an affair with the family's maid. He had given custody of his daughters to his older sister Charlotte. Charlotte hated the girls and locked them up in matching cages. She said it was their punishment for being such bad, spoiled little bitches.

Then Father's bastard son, a result of his affair with the nanny was brought to stay with them at Charlotte's. "A boy!" she gasped when Thomas brought her the thin little mite with dark hair and haunted sapphire eyes.

"Yes, he is my only son. And I need you to take care of him."

"I will lock him in a cage... along with the others."

"I don't like how you treat my children," Thomas said.

"Well, then take care of them yourself! Stop thrusting your penis into the nearest servant, and take care of your offspring!"

"I can't do it. My lovely wife is dead... and I am heartbroken."

"Wahhh wahhh! You always were a whiney baby, Thomas! I don't know why Mother didn't knock you over the head with a brick! It would have saved us ALL a lot of trouble!" she yelled. "Now get out of my house. I need to care for these ghastly children."

"Yes, Charlotte," he said; defeated. He glanced over at his children, his once beautiful and proud little family, locked up in cages with torn clothes and tearstains on their faces.

"Forgive me," he mouthed to them... and then he was gone.

Shaken from the memory of the last time she had seen her father, Anna watched in horror as her little sister was drug away to the exam table. Although Lindsey screamed and protested, Cesar Faison shackled her to the table and did things to her no child should ever have to experience. "She's perfect!" he announced as he lay his instruments aside and zipped up his pants. "I know she will bring us top dollar on the slave trade! Let's begin her instruction at once."

"What about the other children?" Charlotte asked.

"I am going to examine them next," Faison replied as he turned and peered into the cages. He set his sights on Anna.

"She's a beautiful little thing. I think she will be my favorite," he said with a wicked grin.

"Wonderful!" Charlotte said as she clapped her hands with delight. "I will let you keep her for your own... as long as you let me have most of the profit."

"I always did like you, Charlotte," Faison smirked as he approached Anna's cage.

Her eyes were huge as he reached inside to drag her out of the cage which was fast becoming her sanctuary. He gripped her wrist in his hand which was smeared with the blood of her sister.

"Come to Papa, Anna."

Nine years later...

She was studying in London and trying to make a life for herself. She had put her childhood and all that had happened behind her. She was trying to be happy, although she had never had a lover. She was far too afraid because of her painful past.

She had been eleven when child services came to the house and arrested her Aunt Charlotte. They found the children in cages and the signs of abuse and sadly the children were separated and sent to foster homes. Faison had gotten away with his crime, but their aunt had been locked up for a very long time. Anna had went on with her life, always wondering about her brother and her sisters and what had became of them.

Then the day came when she got the phone call.

"Anna, it's your father... and I need to talk to you," Thomas said.