A/N: After watching Skyfall last weekend, I found myself so intrigued by Sévérine. Bérénice Marlohe did a wonderful job of bringing so much depth to the character with such subtlety. I really wish she could have been in the movie more, but alas, Skyfall probably would have ended up being 4 hours long instead of 2 and a half. Anyways, this is my attempt at expanding the character of Sévérine and her backstory. I hope you enjoy! Rating will be for M due to adult themes and Spoilers will be present so I suggest you watch the movie before reading!

p.s. Reviews and constructive criticism are highly appreciated :)

disclaimer: (it pains me to say this): but I own nothing that pertains to the 007 franchise...but it would be kinda cool if I did...

"You're scared." Bond said.

Sévérine stared at Bond. She had spoken with this man for merely a few minutes, and yet he was already making assumptions about her. Who did this man think he was exactly? He knew nothing about her.

"Thank you for the drink, Mr. Bond." she said flatly, getting up to leave.

Bond grasped her arm lightly to prevent her from leaving. Sévérine flinched, stealing a quick glance towards her bodyguards as she sat back down. She didn't want to cause a scene.

"You put on a good show," Bond continued. "but ever since we sat down you haven't stopped looking at your bodyguards. Now, three of them is a bit excessive, they're controlling you, they're not protecting you."

Bond gripped Sévérine's wrist a little tighter and turned it upwards. "The tattoo on your wrist is of Macau's sex trade. You belong to one of the houses. What were you twelve? Thirteen?"

Sévérine winced as he said this, perhaps he was a lot more observant than she pegged him for.

Bond observed her reaction, he knew his assumptions were correct so far. "I'm guessing he was your way out. Perhaps you thought you were in love. But that was a long time ago."

Sévérine yanked her arm away from Bond's grip. She refused to be read like an open book.

"You know nothing about it." she said sternly.

Bond backed off a little, realizing that he was upsetting her. "I know when a woman is afraid and pretending not to be."

"How much do you know about fear?" Sévérine challenged back.

James paused before he answered Sévérine. He couldn't help but notice how scared the girl seemed now. "All there is." he said.

"Not like this," Sévérine's mouth trembled. She thought back to how she had gotten herself into this mess in the first place. Even after all these years, she could still remember Silva's burning gaze the moment he had first laid eyes on her. "…not like him."

Silva had intrigued her so much back then. She couldn't help but notice how different he had seemed from all the other men that she had been forced to sleep with before. But she was too young to see him for what he truly was; at the time, Sévérine was just an eighteen year old girl with so much to learn. Silva gave off the appearance of a true gentleman, with his sleek hair and custom tailored suit. He walked the streets of Macau with confidence and grandeur. It was no surprise that he stuck out from the usual mundane crowd when he visited the slums that Sévérine had grown so accustomed to. All the women; Sévérine included, wanted to lay with Silva, in hopes that he would take pity on one of them, and rescue them from the hell that they lived in. Looking back now, she wished she could have caught on to Silva more quickly. After she fell for his charm and was whisked away from that oppressing whore house in Macau, it was only a matter of time before she realized that Silva was indeed different from all the other men she had come to know…he was much, much worse.

That burning gaze of Silva's use to melt Sévérine, fill her with lust, it used to feel so good to be wanted by a man that was so powerful. But soon enough that gaze started to feel different to her, it scorched her, his need for power over her consumed Sévérine in seething flames causing her to crumble slowly from within.

"I can help you." Bond said with confidence.

Sévérine snapped out of her reverie and raised her eyebrow in skepticism, the last time she heard that statement was from Silva himself nine years ago. She had truly believed that Silva would help her back then, how could she not? She was so desperate to escape the sex trade business she would have believed anyone willing to offer a way out.

Look where that led me. She thought bitterly.

"I don't think so." Sévérine replied. She was no longer that naïve 18 year-old girl. Nine long years with Silva had changed her. Nine long years of his torture and mind games had drained all the fight out of her and forced her to see the world as a cynical, inescapable, abyss.

"Let me try." Bond continued.

Sévérine had to admit, if anything this man was persistent. "How?" she asked, curious to know what exactly this man's plan was.

"Bring me to him." He said simply, conveying to her that he would take care of everything else that would occur after that.

She could feel that familiar sense of desperation stirring within her. This man took care of Patrice; a contracted killer, with ease. Maybe he would stand a chance against Silva. "Can you kill him?" she asked.

"Yes." He replied.

Sévérine was taking a great risk in trusting this man. If Bond backed out at the last minute it would without a doubt mean her demise at the hands of Silva. She needed his word. "Will you?" She pressed on with a hint of urgency.

Bond shrugged his shoulders. From Sévérine's subtle reflexes he could tell that her employer was probably just another power-hungry creep who slapped his women around to feel superior, he had dealt with far more worse villains.

"Someone usually dies." he smiled.

Sévérine laughed at this, she could see that Bond had no idea what he was putting himself up against, if he wanted to be arrogant and believe that she was nothing but a weak damsel in distress who didn't know how to defend herself, then so be it.

"Perhaps you can." Sévérine said finally. She leaned her back against her chair and regarded the man in front of her. What would it hurt to let him try? Maybe he really could help her escape from Silva. After all, it was at least worth an attempt.

"When I leave they are going to kill you." Sévérine said, referring to her bodyguards. "If you survive I'm on the Chimera: North Harbor, Bath 7. We cast off in an hour."

Sévérine stood up and shook Bond's hand "Very nice to have met you Mr. Bond." Looking him dead in the eyes,

"Good Luck." She added, meaning it with all her heart.

A/N: Well? What did you think? Chapter two will hopefully be up soon :)