Prologue

May could not believe that this was happening to her. The girl that had always done everything right. Never had she handed homework or assignments late and she had always attended class- on time. Never had she taken advantage of her parents or lied to them, although a few white lies may have escaped to her friends. Never had she gambled in any form or wasted her money, quite the opposite in fact, she was frugal and always managed her money wisely, whether due to the way she was brought up or her total indecisiveness was another matter. But first and foremost she most definitely had never done drugs. For heaven's sake, the girl had never even been drunk! She'd done everything by the book! So why was it that at four 'o' clock in the morning was the twenty four year old being hauled from the warmth of her bed, the comfort of her home and the confides of Hoenn for some 'drug debt' she had no idea she was in. The poor girl was clueless, and the two burly men dragging her away from everything she had once known gave no indication as who this 'debt' was to or even where it was they were taking her.

Never had she been so scared. In the back of the men's car she was left alone and sat to the left, looking out the window. Her mind raced as many thoughts occupied her mind- the vast darkness continued to shadow the car, and furthermore her, from any rescue at all. Shakily she reached up to the door handle. If she could open it without being seen then surely she could jump from the car. She wasn't stupid. She knew the act would leave her injured but it was her best course of action. It seemed much wiser than staying within the prison, guarded by two unknown men that she knew would not hesitate to injure her themselves, the proof was that of before in the way they had lugged the petite brunette even through her efforts to struggle out of their grasp. Subconsciously her fingers traced the red bands on her arm, unmistakably in the shape of large, unforgiving hands. She cringed at the thought before returning her arm to the door handle. She clutched the cold plastic with such force that her knuckles turned white. Before she even had time to register her now uneven breathing pattern she chanced a quick glance over to her guards. The two seemed too engaged in a conversation that May couldn't quite comprehend because of their broad accents. Quickly she pulled down the handle and slammed into the car door. To the girls horror she was not spat out of the car as she had wished. She remained trapped in the metal contraption, surrounded by deep chuckling from the front of her.

"You really think we're that stupid do yah, girlie?" She made out the question but knew better than to answer. Simply she stiffened leaning from what was once a means of escape so that she could lie on the rough and jagged material of the worn out seats. She worried. Nothing else would really sink in. She was being kidnapped. There was nothing she could do. She was stranded; alone. Her mind drifted to one last thought before shutting off completely- I may never escape...

Once she awoke from a place much more pleasant than her reality, May sat up to face the mirror of the thugs holding her in the car. Up in the air she was thrown as the car hit a small bump in the road. Her head just missed the top of the roof and she hurriedly searched for a seatbelt to secure herself into the seat. She looked to her right. Luck, most definitely was not in her favour tonight. Whilst looking for a seat belt to the right her eyes gazed across the window, taking in the burned earth and broken plains, a realisation dawned upon her- she had absolutely no idea where she was. One thing she was sure of though, was that she was most certainly not in Hoenn anymore.

She shuffled slightly in her seat out of discomfort over her discovery. These actions caused ruffling noises, earning her unwanted attention.

"You up, sleeping beauty?" He chuckled at his nickname for the girl, finding the whole situation nothing but a joke to the man. To May, that indicated that this would not have been his first criminal offence and probably not his first kidnapping, only worrying the twenty odd year old further. Yet she trained herself better, she could not show fear.

"This is exactly what these type of people feed off of." She cautioned herself. She had not yet lost hope and was not about to be slaughtered by a man to give him any type of satisfaction- she was better than that. She refused to sit in silence whilst made a mockery of so decided on questioning her captors.

"Where are we going?" Her voice rusty and evidently full of sleep yet held no trace of fear. A grunt was what one of the guards offered, the driver who she noticed must have switched seats whilst she was sleeping.

"A long drive..." Thought May. Meanwhile, the other guard seemed to offer more of a response, the more talkative of the two as he was the only one who had spoken so far.

"You'll find out soon enough. Sit tight." She was unsure of what he meant by 'sit tight' but soon found out as the car reached another hole, pulling her from gravities grasp and forcibly hitting her head against the car ceiling. They laughed. She clutched her head and ducked. They only indulged in her torment that much more.

It was noticeable when the car reached a stop as they'd been travelling for some time now, and she'd been accustomed to the dodgy roar of their car's engine. Before even sitting up she could see distanced lights dancing on the glass panes. She'd never seen so many different colours in the night, flashing, twitching and striking her eyes with such force she had to squint just to see. Soon two hands were gripping at her upper arms and removing her from the car, and not lightly, even once fully out in the open those hands did not move. They secured her arms in place until his companion grabbed one side and forced her wrist to her hip, the other side was positioned the same. She considered running, attempting to flee, finding some way to wriggle out of their clutches but soon noticed a shine of metal on one of the men's belts and had no doubt her other guard had one similar. Guns. She let out a shaky breath and allowed herself to be taken step by step through the car park.

A glimmer of hope appeared as a police car drove passed. It stopped and easily spotted May. Her captors didn't seem threatened though. They didn't try to cover up what they were doing or quicken their pace in an attempt to not get caught. The young officer exhaled visibly- staring into the blue eyes of the young girl. She realised something was wrong. He shook his head and drove off, his face solemn and unexplainable emotionless. She couldn't help be stunned. She ponders his actions and wondered whether it was out of an utter disregard for his job or fear that the man had driven off like that. She settled on utter disregard as that offered up more hope than the latter. Her stomach disagreed with her mind's choice, floods of butterflies suffocated her body as proof. In that moment all hope for her drained from each inch of her body and a deflated May was carried into the metal container, the back of a casino.

She didn't try to memorise the way they came in, what was said to people at different doors, or buttons that were pressed. She was too tired of that. Or scared. She was unsure at this point, all her emotions seemed to have mixed together to form one large weight of negativity.

All she could remember were the dimly lit corridors, a sparking light bulb ahead and a rat freely exerting its will to do whatever the hell it wanted to. She was forced into a seat but didn't resist when she melted into the silk cover, a luxury never offered in the unkempt car she was driven there in. With a little amount of energy she raised her head to meet the brown eyes of a leather faced man. His features still sharp, however, and his smile defined by two pointed canine teeth. Apart from this, the man appeared fairly handsome; although it was clear he was riding the age of at least forty. In front of him, his hands clasped onto one another supported by the mahogany of his expensive looking desk. With a quick observation of the room she could tell that the most of the club's expenses had been spent here. The wooden floors and wooden panelling of the walls made the room look smaller than it was but then again it was an excessively large room so that was not an issue. Two potted plants stood at two of the far corners- behind what she assumed was the boss's desk. A painting sat between them, the landscape of Pallet Town, in Kanto (a place she and her family had been on a camping holiday last July). His desk was not clattered with paperwork, only a small stack neatly piled at one edge. The middle of the desk was occupied by a smart looking laptop, clearly very high tech and expensive. Next to it was a picture frame, from where she sat but was unable to see the actual photograph as it faced the aging man. Overall the room did not look threatening, completely contrasting everything she had seen so far. Then again, he was the boss, or so she was convinced.

"May Maple?" The female nodded, scared of what was to become of her but even more afraid that the boss in front of her had so much power in his hands and she had only been at the mercy of one of his recruits just moments ago. "Why it's nice to meet you May." He stuck his hand in front of her in a nothing more than friendly way but May couldn't help but look at it as if it was a ticking time bomb. He noticed her panicked expression and retracted his arm back into the same position as before. A stern look overcame his handsome features.

"Do you know why your here May?"

"No." She found a source a confidence that voiced her enough for a one word answer before declining her sight to the floor.

"I believe that you are in a current relationship with one Brendon Yuki?" At the name of her fiancé May looked up to the man. Just a few days ago he had come home, claiming that he was off on a business meeting to converse with a potential buyer overseas and would be home within a week. It wasn't unusual, actually by now she no longer questioned his business meetings, trusting him enough to believe the stories. She began to regret her blind trust. He had seemed troubled that day but she put it all down to the stress of another meeting abroad. Before leaving he'd kissed her on the forehead and whispered sorry to her. At the time it confused her, it wasn't the first time he'd had such little notice as to leave. Now things became a little clearer.

"That's my fiancé."

"Ah that's the one." He nodded knowingly, let out a smile and leaned forward. "My dearest May, I have some bad news." Her heart raced as she worried for the man she loved; was he is danger? "Your boyfriend-"

"Fiance." She interrupted without a skip of a beat but rather than show any traces anger, he seemed to draw some amusement from the interruption. He nodded again and carried on with matters.

"Your fiancé," he smiled as he emphasised the word, looking directly at the girl sat opposite as he did so. "Seems to have run himself into a little debt. A little debt he was unable to pay back in an extended period of time. Now, rather than pay for his debt he has, how shall I say this? Fled." She gasped at the thought, of her husband fleeing, leaving her here.

"The debt. Your men, they talked about drugs..." She needed to know. She needed some confirmation that this was not the man she was prepared to marry. All she wanted was for this man to realise he had the wrong man and to let her go home. "Brendan would never-" it was his turn to intervene.

"But he did." She shook her head. Adamant she knew the man she lived with for over five years now, well enough to know that he did not have anything to do with drugs. He was a good man. "I know it's hard to accept. I understand. But he did. And I'm sorry he did." Evidently he was not but did provide a good show.

"I would've known." Living with someone for so long, being in their presence for hours a day. Surely she would have noticed. Wouldn't she?

"Of course I would! And anyways this is Brendan. The man that two years ago decided he would never play rugby because it was 'too risky'. The man who spent an extra hour at work each day too 'go everything and check for the any abnormalities. The man who allowed his niece to take pictures of him dressed up as a woman in makeup and heels, from a makeover she'd somehow persuaded him into just because he 'didn't want to hurt her feelings'. No, this is not Brendan."

She drew some strength and used it to speak truthfully to the man.

"I would've known." He smirked.

"Could it be true you were so blinded by love for your boyfriend-"

"-Fiancé."

"Right, right. Could it be true you were so blinded by love for your fiancé hat you ignored the obvious signs?"

"No." She did not believe it to be true. He was wrong. He had to be.

"Then why don't we take a look at this then?" He swivelled the screen around so that she could see the image of her boyfriend. Sat at a poker table. Not gambling as one would think, not that she would have been okay with that. But instead, using the surface to cut up some drugs, she'd seen enough TV programmes to identify that much however May wasn't sure what kind, this was her first encounter with any form of illegal substances.

"No, that... It has to be wrong..." The man closed in on the image of the beanie wearing man. Brendan. He was unmistakable, the hat she'd bought him just three months previously contently sat on his head. Tears trickled from her eyes, caused by the deceit of a man she thought she could trust. The screen was turned to face its owner once again.

"Now unfortunately, that does not play out very well for you my dear." Suddenly she began to feel exceedingly nauseous.

"Me?" She whispered and he nodded in response. "What do you mean?" Her voice no more confident by the second question.

"Well you see, it means you're going to have to pay off his debt."

"The- the men," she motioned to the two stood by her, "didn't give me time to grab my purse but I'm sure if-" He chuckled. This time shaking his head.

"You will not have the sufficient amount of money for your boyfriend's debt." She made no effort to correct him, giving him more pleasure. "You will pay just as everyone else pays these types of debts in my town." She didn't like the tone or smirk that he directing at her. He let a sudden nod that triggered his men into action as they pulled her to her feet in one swift motion.

"What does that mean?" Her voice cracked but she hardly noticed, too caught up on adrenaline and fear. He used his hand to shoo the trio away, only pausing to raise his eyebrow at the men when they didn't obey immediately.

"Where too, Giovanni?" The man shook his head at his own carelessness. He was most definitely the boss.

"Oh yes, check the book to see if there are any free rooms, failing that place her into the first block you come across, they'll make room. They always do." An air of certainty was carried upon the last sentence as he turned in his chair. The men tried to lead her out the room. This time she fought back. She wriggled and struggled. Screaming all the mean time,

"What does all this mean? Answer me! You cannot do this. I have rights!" She didn't see the smile of accomplishment that adorned his face as the sound of his office door shut and the screams of the enraged woman died down. He knew what would come of her. It would not be pleasant- for her.

[A/N:]

A bit different to my usual style and sort of inspired by the craziest thing but I hope you like and continue to read the story.

Warning this story will contain violence, swearing, drug and alcohol abuse. Will later be highered to an M rating, I think...

Contains: Pokeshipping and Contestantshipping (mainly) as well as possible snippets of; Pearlshipping, Advancedshipping, Egoshipping, Indigoshipping and maybe others. (The list will be updated as the story goes on,) Also, the shipping of the actual story will change so please ensure you follow the story.

Hope you will enjoy.