DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Bartimaeus triology, it's just too awesome to resist writing a story about it. :)

Takes place before the series.

Alexandria

"Please no, don't!" I pleaded to the white coated magician as he dragged me roughly through my apartment doors. "I haven't done anything!"

"Shut your pihole," he muttered gruffly as he pulled me along the sidewalk to a long black limosuine. He gestured towards an egyptian looking boy with intense golden eyes, "My demon, Bartimaeus; you'll know best not to object to my will.

I spat at the magician as he shoved me towards the djinni. He sighed, opening the limo door and gently helping me in. I scooted to the far side and trembled in fear.

Bartimaeus soon seated himself carefully beside me, then said uncertainly, "Lovely weather, isn't it?"

I couldn't help scowling.

I then bit my lip and addressed the mysterious magician as the unseen driver started on his way. "What's going on?" I whispered shakily.

He turned in his seat and smirked at me, "I have some information telling me you are the nasty little wench that stole a very important possession of mine."

His ice blue eyes glinted and he stroked his black, shiny hair.

I felt bewildered, and gaped. "No I didn't," I denied, sticking out my chin, "Where are you taking me?!"

He chuckled coldly, and drawled, "How old are you dear?"

I felt outraged. He had completely ignored my question.

"I'm thi-thirteen..." I whispered, turning back to the window.

For the rest of the drive, I kept silent, until we pulled up to an abandoned storehouse.

Bartimaeus

I sighed, and glanced over to the young girl beside me as the ugly limosuine (I mean, come on, the seats looked like baby barf, and the exterior was caked in mold. Tribberr could have atleast done a better job in upkeep) pulled to a halt.

I immediately stretched out Ptolemy's arms and stepped out of the monstrosity with great exaggeration. I turned and watched as Tribberr, my master, was already standing at the other side, yanking Alexandria from her seat.

I wandered over to him, and he thrust the girl upon me, his eyes glinting harshly. "Take her inside," he commanded, going on ahead.

She stumbled and I let out a wheeze of breath as her back collapsed on me. I shoved her forward a little harder then necessary and her face flushed as she whipped around to face me.

I scratched my head and said, "Come on (pathetic, right? But I couldn't think of anything clever at the moment, I couldn't help feeling sorry for the poor girl) now."

She nodded and obediently walked in front of me up the steps and through the open door into the dimly lit storehouse.

I watched her cringe at the mold and cobwebs lining walls and tiles.

I closed the door abruptly behind me, and heard her shriek as Tribberr shoved her down onto a lone metal mattress. I stood back and watched as she landed in a sitting position.

I knew what Tribberr would have me do if she didn't talk, and silently I hoped she would say something.

He crouched down in front of her. "Now tell me, little commoner, did you steal a prized crystal from my shop? Huh?! Did'ya?!"

He brought his hand harshly on her shoulder.

"No!" She whimpered, flinching.

"Fine, then darling, I'll give you one more chance. Speak up! What did you do with my crystal?!"

"Nothing!" She whimpered, shoving her hands to her face. I felt taken aback.

"Take off your clothes then," the man softly murmured ( Sick one, indeed. He was probably my most hated master. Always nice to me, of course. Damn bastard) .

Her blazing amber eyes widened and she yelped as he yanked at her shirt. She struggled, and he ripped it open easily. She broke free and fell back on the table, her back hitting the surface.

I felt a chill creep up my back. I looked away, Ptolemy's dark face flushing. I listened unwillingly to her whines as the slob lowered himself down and slipped off her pants.

Then he stood, and turned to me as she scrambled up to sit, bringing her knees up to her torso. I flinched as she gave me a pleading look. "Help," she whispered.

I gulped. "Bartimaeus," Tribberr began, "I command you to rape this insolent commoner, that shall be her punishment, since she will not own up."

I turned to her as she screeched a final plee, "I didn't do it! I swear, let me go!"

Tribberr grinned slyly, "When's the last time I got real entertainment anyway? Even if you didn't, oh well. Too bad, so sad." He snapped his fingers, making me jerk. "Well, don't just stand there like a deer, Bartimaeus, get to it."

I took a reluctant step towards her, and she cowered, "Please," she squeaked.

"Listen," I whispered into her ear as I lowered myself onto her, "I'm sorry. Master's orders."

She let out a wail, and I let out a sigh.