Title: The Mental and Insane

Title: Slowly Driven into Insanity

Buffy cried out as her Vampire Master belted her across the face. She looked around. All of the people were dead. The people she was forced to save. She told Giles she was done saving lives, that she was not alone anymore. Wasn't the only 'One' when others can pick up the slack. But, there was one more 'mission.'
One that made her hurl when she found the 'Ring', a fighting ring.
Humans were bid for auction and on display. All women!
From then on, she was determined to shut down the organization, but was sold out. Someone ratted her and she had to be their main fighter.
They gave her a Xena like garb, a whip, and a Chakram.
She had to fight these beasts.
"Next up, BUFFY SUMMERS!"
It made her ill to be told what to do and then, doing it on command from 'The Master.'
She had no will here. No freedom. Only a cave to look at.

There was only one option for the Vampire Master. To turn her.

Meanwhile, Angel frowned at the phone call. Spike: What do we owe the watcher...? He huffed. Why should he help someone who wasn't willing to help Fred...?
"It's Buffy," he said softly. Now, Spike sat straight back up! Is she...!?
"She won't be if we don't stop whatever this 'Ring' IS...!"

*Flashback:

"You will call me Master and nothing but," he held her chin.

Now:

"I don't plan on disrespecting the Slayer by making her a minion," he told her sort of kindly. And she feigned surprise.
"But, I don't want you going around stronger than me. You are to be my childe. My equal."

"My companion in darkness," he purred as he fingered her Black streaked Yellow hair.
Buffy was wearing a tight leather contraption. Her crotch showed and her b*** peered out.
She glared up at him but he settled her back on the couch.
A blood red velvet couch filled with many hints of sex.
"Come on, just let me in Buffy...," he whispered, kissing slowly up and down her neck.
She hated this. She hated him!
"Let me through..." Desire. That was all it was for him. Nothing more, but a c***!

Jun 6The next thing Buffy knew, she was waking up. To a smell so great, so powerful that the yearn to steal it from him was enticing.
Ending her headache and the constant thump that was driving her mad!
Her sire held her hand as they walked to the prey, his fear driving her demon wild again. She gulped and he pushed her forward, one step at a time.
And she was on him, murdering and slaughtering until she realized what she had just done.

Since that day, she began talking to dolls quietly in her room, locked away from the outside world. Blocking reality and all pain.
She kept killing. Day in. Night out. Day in. Night out.
Killing for 'him.' Her 'sire.'

She's Drusilla like. Talking childishly. Singing. Rocking. Whatever it was, they would hear her hum and talk to Lizzy. "Did you know I named all of them," she giggled.
Her sire began treating her badly, walking out with a new conquest everyday.
Rolling his eyes at her.
"Just get rid of this dumb pet of yours!" Candy, the last young conquest