DISCLAIMER: I don't own Victorious, its characters, or the cast members who portray them. Victorious and its components belongs to Dan Schneider and the cast members belong to themselves.

xolys

CHAPTER 1

Jade West remembered the night when her life changed. She remembered when she and Beck had stumbled upon their friends playing cards without them at Tori's house. She remembered when she stormed out and Beck hadn't opened the door like she wished he would. She remembered driving to her father's house that night, much to her disgrace.

She remembered falling asleep on the couch, too upset to even go to her room. She remembered waking groggily to arms under her legs and back, but not resisting them. She remembered a cloth over her mouth and nose. Then she remembered nothing else of that night.

The next time she woke up, Jade found herself in a dark room with one other figure nearby.

"Where am I?" she groaned, attempting to rub her eyes with her hands but finding them chained behind her.

Another person, presumably a boy a few years younger than her, shushed her.

"Don't shush me," she muttered. "Where am I?"

"Breaking," the boy whispered. "Now shut up. You don't want him hearing that we're awake."

Jade grunted and shifted so she sat cross-legged on the ground with her hands still chained behind her back. The chains clinked as she moved and footsteps echoed from upstairs.

"Now you've done it," the boy to her right mumbled and pretended to sleep, snoring softly.

The door to what evidently was a basement had opened and a man walked down the stairs. "Hello, Jade," a familiar voice said.

"Dad?" she whispered.

"Yes, Jade." Her father walked over to her and grabbed her by the arms, lifting her to an upright position and slipping a metal bar between her back and the insides of her still-chained arms at the elbow.

"But why?"

"Because you're pretty, Jade. People would pay big bucks for you."

Jade had let out a low growl at her father. She was not an object that could just be sold.

Jade's father left her chained, standing, to that godforsaken pole for what felt like weeks, blindfolded and only fed a dinner role and an apple each day. Every day, he brought a second man down to the cold room who would violate her for hours on end. The breaker shoved things up inside her and sometimes they hurt like crazy. They ranged in shape from normal sex toys to bizarrely shaped objects to one thing that she assumed was a closed box cutter. Every time she would cry out or fight back, she earned a slap to her face or a whip cracked across her porcelain back.

After only probably two weeks, Jade had stopped fighting when she heard the breaker's voice. The wounds on her back had started to heal. She had stopped calling her father "Dad," but switched to "Master" as the breaker had instructed. She had thanked the breaker after every visit, as he had taught, and she had stopped struggling to escape.

She still cried for Beck when in the dark alone.

A few days later, Jade's father led her out of the basement and up to the bathroom, where he told her to shower and change into another set of clothing, which he already had sitting on the counter for her. He then took her to the garage, where he forced her to lay in the trunk of the car. When he next opened the trunk, they were behind a warehouse almost an hour later. Her father led her in the back door of the warehouse and over to a makeup desk like she had used in Hollywood Arts. Handing her her purse still filled with her makeup and everything except her PearPhone, he had instructed her to do her makeup and hair.

"Yes, Master," Jade muttered and began doing her makeup, careful to cover up the couple bruises she had littering her cheeks. Fifteen minutes later, she had finished making herself feel somewhat beautiful and her father had returned.

"Are you ready, Jade?" her father asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Do I have a choice? Jade wanted to ask, but decided against it. "Yes, Master."

"Good." Jade's father...smiled? "If you want a good master, do exactly as I say on stage. Follow me out and stand to my right. Do what I say and let the men examine you. I let you wear pants for a reason, so they won't inspect there, don't worry."

"Thank you, Master," Jade nodded, making brief eye contact with her father before looking down at the ground again.

From other parts of the room, Jade could hear other girls snickering, calling her "Master's little girl," and "the prized pet." She wanted to cry.

A man who Jade didn't know leaned into the back room where Jade, her father, and probably at least thirty other people waited. "Mr. West, we are ready for you."

"Let's go, Jade," her father began walking out toward the stage.

"Yes, Master," Jade replied and rose, following her father out onto a brightly lit stage. Much to Jade's surprise, almost fifty men and a few women sat at tables in the less lit parts of the warehouse. Jade scanned the faces without lingering on any for too long. She knew that just looking at their faces was overstepping boundaries.

"Hello all," Jade's father began. "I know you all recognize me by now. You know what I can do for you. Today, I have someone really special. This is Jade." He gestured toward her. "She is my daughter."

Murmurs echoed through the warehouse. Jade felt her chest tighten. As much as she hated her father, she never expected this. She looked at her feet.

"Jade is sixteen and not a virgin." More murmurs and at least one downtrodden sigh. "Still, she listens well and sings like a bird."

Jade looked over at her father, who told her to sing. Somewhat timidly, she sang a few lines before being silenced again.

"You may come check her out," Jade's father nodded and at least twenty men and three women approached.

"Kneel for me," one of the men instructed Jade.

"Yes, sir." She knelt and looked down at her knees, just like the breaker had taught her.

"Look to your right," a woman instructed.

"Yes, ma'am," Jade complied. The woman, maybe fifty years old, ran her slightly wrinkled fingers over Jade's smooth cheeks. When the woman told Jade to turn her face the other way, Jade complied yet again.

"Thank you," the woman eventually nodded and returned to her seat.

Five minutes later, the other men and women had finished inspecting Jade and returned to their seats as well. "Let's start the bidding at five thousand."

Jade didn't listen to the bidding. She knew that this was all she could be at this point. She was only an object, albeit an expensive one, to be sold to some stranger.

"Sold for twenty five thousand," Jade heard her father eventually say and slap the podium where he stood. Her father left the stage and Jade rose from her position on the floor, following him in silence. In the back, Jade and her father waited for the man who bought her.

Five minutes later, he arrived holding the cash. The exchange took place and Jade's father handed her belongings over to the man.

"Please, Dad," Jade begged. It truly set in that she was no longer free. She knew calling her father "Dad" was a bad idea, but she hoped it could change his mind and save her from the horrors that could lie behind her new master's front door.

"No, Jade. Go with him. He is your master."

A tear slipped down Jade's cheek when her new master stood up and grabbed ahold of her around her waist.

"Goodbye, Jade." Her father placed one final kiss on the top of her head before the man led her away.

Jade climbed into the back seat of the car, where the windows were completely blacked out. The new master slid into the front seat and started the car. From the darkness of her seat, Jade sobbed as she was whisked away from any chance of returning home to her family and friends.