Now isn't this interesting folks, an attractive girl offering herself to the hotbed of debauchery hosted by the Largo's in their mansion of sin. How will she make out? Well let's continue with this tale shall we?

Lottie was nervous … okay that was a gross understatement, she was on the verge of a mental breakdown as she saw her hand reaching for the handle of the giant doors in front of her. Hadn't she just been at her safe (well safer) job at the after-school program? And then what? She was walking with the one and only GraveRobber to the Largo mansion where she was likely going to see her life fucking end? When did my existence become so fucked up? She briefly thought about turning around, chasing after G.R. and begging him for a job because honestly selling drugs seemed better than what she was about to do, but the ear shattering thud of the metal handle against wood quickly ended that delusion. Oh I am so fucked. She shook as she waited for the inevitable opening of the doors, taking deep breaths and willing herself to not look entirely crazy. You can do this Lottie, you really REALLY need to come to an agreement with the Largos. Do it for mom. Do it so your sisters won't have to. Do it –

"Do you have an appointment with the Largos?" The severe blonde asked from the doorway, a gun pointed directly at Lottie.

"Uhhh, not exactly. B-but I-I'm sure Mr. Largo will want to hear what I have to say," She quickly replied, holding her hands up to signal her compliance.

"Is this some kind of scam?" The blonde retorted, cocking the gun.

"Scam? Goodness no, I want to talk business with Mr. Largo if you please."

…

"Come in and wait for me to return," The blonde stated, leading Lottie into the foyer of the mansion.

"Thank you," she replied, watching as the woman hastily walked to an elevator at the end of the hallway and disappeared behind the metal doors.

Lottie let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. What a psycho, pointing a gun at me because I knocked on the door?! She had at least made it into the place, that was hopefully a good sign. Lottie looked around at the entrance and was both surprised and unsurprised by the grandeur she was met with. The foyer was lined with renaissance paintings and opened to reveal a grand oak stairwell. She felt the soft, plush red carpet beneath her feet and guessed it was genuine Moroccan craftsmanship. She let her eyes roam to the grand chandelier, becoming absorbed in the prismatic colours. I'm having a freaking out of body experience right now, I don't even feel real. She felt as if the actual Lottie was floating somewhere above and was watching a stranger standing in a luxurious home. She returned to her present situation as she saw the elevator doors reopen, revealing two new blonde women.

"This way," they called together.

Lottie hurried to enter the elevator and was almost overwhelmed by the weight of silence she found herself contained in. The two women looked directly at the door as the elevator moved up an alarming amount of floors. It was as if she wasn't there at all, and she had to look at her own hands to confirm this was actually happening. She was pleased to note that her hands didn't shake, giving her a false sense of confidence. She was so absorbed in her own fucked up pep talk that she didn't notice the women reaching for her until she felt hands wrap around either of her arms. She snapped her head up in alarm as she was dragged out of the elevator towards a dimly lit room with a large desk situated in the centre. So much for that confidence. She didn't resist the women and walked along with them, yet they refused to loosen their grip. Suddenly, she was pushed towards the desk, causing her to stumble and fall half on top of the structure.

"And what do we have here?" A male voice questioned from above her.

"She claims to have business with you Mr. Largo."

"Does she? Well girl, what do you have to say?"

Lottie slowly pulled herself up, prolonging the moment before she would be faced with the most prominent figure in her known society. She dusted herself off and, bracingly, looking Rotti Largo directly in his eyes. He really was very intimidating.

"Hello Mr. Largo, my name is Lottie Schell and four years ago my mother Sarah Schell underwent heart surgery through Geneco. My family is still paying off the debt, and it should be noted that we have always been prompt with our repayment. Yet, my mother needs another surgery for her kidneys and my family can't afford to be in any more debt than we are. I know you probably receive hundreds of offers like this every day but let me assure you that I would do absolutely anything to repay these debts." At this point Lottie began to move around the desk that divided her from Rotti Largo, lowering herself to her knees in front of the man. "Please Mr. Largo, I don't have any other options. I will do anything."

"Stand up girl and forget this foolishness. What use do I have for a grovelling woman?" Rotti spat, looking at her with disgust.

Lottie knew she needed to act fast. "I can cook, clean, write, read, take notes, help with ideas, work the lab, aid in surgeries, do debt recollecting. I can…" She stalled, letting out a shaky breath, "I can meet any business or personal desires of anyone in the family, can run errands, listen to commands. Please Mr. Largo." She lowered her eyes, waiting for her fate to be determined.

"Father, I'd certainly like to see how-a helpful she can be," a high male voice sounded from behind her, causing her to turn. She hadn't realized that there were others in the room with her and was terrified to see all three Largo children reclining on a set of chairs. The colour drained from her face as her mind raced … she hadn't predicted three other opinions playing a part in her livelihood. Fuck.

Pavi Largo fluidly stood from his perch on a red leather chair, sauntering over to her place on the ground. He bent over a placed a hand under her chin, tilting her head upwards. Pavi smiled at what he saw. Ah me she-a is a beauty that is for sure. He trailed his hand down her throat, stopping to cup one of her full breasts. He was pleased by her lack of resistance accompanied by the daring acceptance he saw in her ice blue eyes. He rubbed his thumb absently over her nipple, bringing it to a peak as he continued his discussion with his father.

"She would-a make an interesting playmate father." He stated, knowing his father rarely denied his children anything they wanted.

"Really Pavi do you need another?" Rotti retorted.

Lottie felt indignant as they openly discussed her as if she was below their level of human intelligence. But she kept her mouth shut. Pavi was giving her the in she needed, if the tightness in his pants and continued ministrations were any indication. Pavi dragged his hand back up her neck and brought his fingers to her mouth, pushing them through her plush lips. She knew what this was about. She began to lick the inserted digits, twirling her tongue around the fingers and periodically sucking. She would do what she had to.

"See father, she-a doesn't even need to be told-a what to do." The smile could be heard in Pavi's statement. He pulled his fingers out of the woman's sensual mouth, already desiring the lips around his engorged manhood. He licked the saliva off his hand and was even more pleased to note she tasted sweet.

"Pavi I really do not believe that her ability to … please you … is a marketable skill." Rotti reiterated, resignedly disgusted by his offspring's display.

"Now father," came the unexpected voice of Luigi Largo, "why don't we see her other skills?"

Pavi was nothing in comparison to his brother. Luigi was the perfect example of a wild card and he was clearly itching for some kind of display. Lottie kept her eyes on the knife he openly handled. She knew how violent he was, how prone to fits of murderous rage. She would be so pissed if she died before even getting a fucking job. The craziest of the Largos approached her, similarly bending to reach her position. Yet, unlike his brother, Luigi roughly grabbed the girl and pulled her to her feet. She tried to prepare herself for the pain she believed was coming, resigning herself to the fact that blood was often needed in a serious exchange. My blood for mom's life, an easy decision really.

"Now bitch what would you do if someone came at one of us? How good of a bodyguard would you be, huh? I can fuck you any time I want so that doesn't mean shit. Will you actually be useful?"

And with the almost yelled statement, Luigi lunged for Pavi. Lottie acted in a second. She rushed in front of the man, shielding him with her body and taking the slice of the knife in her lower stomach. SON OF A BITCH, she thought as the pain ripped through her flesh. Yet she stood her ground, knowing he wouldn't be satisfied with a single cut. She continued to block the body behind her but didn't anticipate that Luigi would change his tactic. He suddenly dodged towards Rotti and Lottie almost smiled. He was making it pretty fucking easy for her. She jumped in front of the elder Largo, taking another slice in the upper arm. She ignored the pain and moved in front of the oncoming fist, her head rocking back with the force of the blow. She was going to have a black eye. Still, she continued to block the man, clearly impressing Rotti.

"That's enough Luigi! Is that anyway to treat a woman?" Rotti cried, glaring at his son.

She was, mercifully, led to the chair Pavi had previously occupied and was quickly bandaged by the blonde women. Her eye had already begun to swell shut, but she knew the trial was not yet over. Amber still hadn't had her say. As if on cue, the only daughter elegantly stood from her chair and walked to stand in front of Lottie. She briefly heard Pavi telling Luigi off for hitting her in the face, something about ruining her overall effect, but Amber's clearing of her throat instantly caused all the attention to be on her.

"She is pretty cute," Amber condescended, "I mean, nowhere near as beautiful as myself but she could come in handy. I could always use a handmaid, someone to run errands that are below me. I could even use her as a companion, get her to accompany me to events, make me look better in comparison."

Oh fantastic Lottie, you've become a fucking lap dog. Probably one of the best paid lapdogs though…

"Daddy, I want her." Amber demanded, looking at her father.

"Well children, if I agree to this can you guarantee that you will share her? I cannot abide anymore fights between the three of you." Rotti stated, finally agreeing to their pleas.

"Yes father," all three said at the same time, leaving the room with satisfied smirks on their faces.

"Well then, Lottie Schell, welcome to the employ of the Largo family. You will act as the personal maid of the household in exchange for the waver of fees for your mother's previous and current surgery needs. You will have full access to the Largo grounds as well as the Largo credit cards to outfit you for any outings. You will listen to any and all orders of the Largo family at any time. If you refuse work or betray any of the family … you and yours will pay the price. Sign here and acknowledge your status as Largo property."

Lottie took the sheet of parchment paper and quill from the aged hands. She looked around for the ink, but quickly caught on … she unwound the bandages from her stomach and dipped into the wound, using her blood to sign her life away. An unbreakable bond of blood, repayable only with blood.

"Good girl, you will find a shower and change of clothes awaiting you in your bedchamber. The Genterns will fix your wounds and you will begin your job immediately."

With that Rotti left his office. Lottie sat alone for a brief moment, replaying the recent events over in her mind. She had done it and there was no going back.

And we come to the end of Chapter 2. Pretty exciting stuff, wouldn't you agree? Anyways, I just wanted to chime in and say reviews are always welcomed! I'd love to hear your opinions (if anyone reads this that is). I swear I won't always write OC fanfics, but I find it hard not to with certain films, books, plays etc. that I'm interested in.