Disclaimer: I'm thankful for all the episodes Dan Schneider had created for us to watch.
This is the second installment of my bizarre fanfic. Nothing graphical in here, just description. Since Cat is the only one conscious, she'd somewhat be the main focus on the front part of the story. If you think that this chapter or story deserves an trigger warning, let me know.
Cat whimpered frantically behind the gag, fighting unavailing against the bonds around her wrists that had her arms bent and fitted against the small of her back. She glanced over to the bald man sitting opposite her, his back leaning against the doors with Jade's head - whose wound was still oozing a tiny stream of blood - lying dangerously close to where his feet were placed. He chuckled loudly, greatly amused by her pity attempt to loosen the binds that held her arms and legs tightly together.
Cat squirmed weakly against the binds over her wrists, wiggling and trying to call out to the unconscious girls who are lying around her. However, the words that came out of her mouth were muffled beyond recognition behind the gag. "It's no use, girl," The man told her nonchalantly, smiling wickedly at the redhead as he continued on, "after we reach the facility, you'd rather be tied up like this more than anything else."
She was very confused by his words. ' What's that suppose to mean? ' She wondered as an apprehensive feeling took over her. Her gut feeling was anxiously sending her a message - telling her to find a way out of this hell or something worse and really unpleasant will happen to all of them. Cat let out a restrained cry of what seemed like pleading, but the hefty bald man disregarded her by giving her a nonchalantly sarcastic shrug.
The van drifted abruptly when it reached its destination, causing an unexpectedly sudden jerk in the back of the van. The bald man thrusted the double doors open from inside, resulting in Cat shutting her eyes tightly as brightness of the sun as its rays pour in. The other two man, the one with short, spiky hair and another one with a dragon tattoo on his collarbone both got out of their respective vehicles' door as well - gathering at the back door of the white van.
"Gary, take care of the red headed one." The former driver of the van ordered to the bald man, who had just hopped out of the vehicle, motioning to a very frighten Cat in the van. "Dave, Melvin, pick one of those two," He gestured to the one with short, spiky haired and then the one with dragon tatto, then to the Vega sisters. He then roughly pull Jade over and tossed her over his right shoulder, his palm resting on the back of her thighs to hold her firmly in place.
Cat struggled against the painfully tight bindings and tried to scream as loudly as she could behind the gag while Gary, the bald man, pulled her towards him by her bonded feet. He had clearly been enjoying her muffled howls of frustration though, as he look on over her with a entertained look plastered across his face. After Cat had somewhat slightly crease her obsoleted screech, the bald man pulled out a blindfold from the clear plastic container beside her.
Gary placed the black cloth over Cat's eyes to prevent her from seeing the path they're about to take, then lifted her up and out of the van, practically dragging the poor redhead across the dirt covered ground to the facility by her bonded arms behind her back. While this was going on Melvin, the one with a dragon tattoo, had fling Trina over his right shoulder and was following closely behind him.
"Francis- uh.. I mean, boss, you better be careful with that girl, she's a feisty one." The one with spiky hair, Dave, smirked to the one with snakebite piercing, after tossing Tori over his left shoulder. "I know," He scoffed, "but this bitch don't stand a chance in fighting against me." Francis called over his shoulder, as he was already halfway towards the said ' facility ' - which was just a really old and abandoned institutional building that were meant for confinement of people who are destitute, disabled, or mentally ill.
The four men led the girls thru a series of twist and turns. They halted in front of a seemingly small room, that gave the first impression of claustrophobic, with barred gate and no convenient window to allow passage to the fading sunlight. Hence, no telling of time and how many days had passed by. The only illumination was granted by a dangling light bulb hanging from the ceiling, leaving an eerie and lurid glow around the room - the place Cat concluded that they will be in for quite some time.
The bald man lifted Cat's blindfold, and hurled her in the room, along with the other men doing the same to the other three girls before shutting the gate. Cat looked at the girls with a helpless glint in her eyes, and her gaze landed on the pale beauty lying sprawled in front of her. ' Jade can untie us! ' She glanced at the girl with beautiful turquoise-streaked hair, and all hopes drowned out. ' If only Jade wakes up though... '
Cat heard a muffled groan, and turned her head to the source of noise. Tori tried to move, but the restrains had successfully creased all effort she make to escape. She acknowledged those rough ropes - those damned things cutting into her flesh as she tried to wiggled her way out of it. The bindings had her wrists pinned her behind her back and her legs firmly together; leaving her bound and unable to rise from the concrete floor that were as cold as ice.
The two of them exchanged helpless glances, unsure of what to do - scratch that, as if they were able to do anything at all. They had no more time to reflect on their current predicament, as two of those men re-entered the room, one with small pen knife in hand, and another with what seemed like a bottle of antiseptic, cotton wools and a roll of white roll gauze.
The former advanced towards Tori, and used the said pen knife to cut thru her bindings, and removed her gag. He then did the same to Trina and Cat, while the latter worked on disinfecting Jade's wound, and wrapping the white cloth bandage around the turquoise streaked hair girl's forehead. After that was done, the duo left the room, leaving the girls in uncomfortable and eerie silence once again.
Tori crawled over to Cat, who had curled herself up to a ball with her knees held closely to her chest, rocking back and forth and chanting " I'm under my bed " to herself repeatedly, with tears running down her cheeks. "Cat?" Tori uttered, tapping on the redhead's left shoulder - but gained no response. "Cat." She tried again. This time, Cat peeped up at her, but went back to her unusual chanting as soon as her mind registered that she was mentally and spiritually away from her comfort zone.
The slender brunette was about to try once more, but was interrupted by a pained cry. "Oww, my head hurts." Trina groaned, rubbing the back of her head furiously. She looked around as her vision slowly cleared, taking in the cold and dark interior of the cell they are in. "Trina, are you alright?" Tori asked, crawling over to her older sister. "Yeah, yeah. Little dizzy, but I'm fine. Why is Cat doing that?" Trina questioned, tilting her head in confusion, looking over at the redhead.
"Maybe because realization, despair and fear sinking in her?" Tori concluded, shrugging her shoulders then glancing at Cat worryingly. "Come on, let's see if we can wake Jade up." The Vega sisters groveled to Jade, who looked ever so tranquil even with the white cloth wrapped around her forehead. Tori shook her, "Jade. Jade! Wake up! Come on, we need your bitterness right now!" her cries were to no avail as Jade did not stir.
Trina continued on for her, "Jade, wake up!" Said girl stirred, and the first thing she noticed was the throbbing headache followed by foggy vision. "Finally. We've been calling you for so long!" Jade ignored Trina's comment, and cleared her vision by shaking her head even though the pounding pain in her head told her otherwise. Before any more exchange of words can be continued, sudden footsteps can be heard from outside the cell they are in, approaching slowly, while the voices are becoming increasingly audible.
"... I don't care if he nearly shocked her to death. I already told him that might happen if he wants to play with electricity." They halted in front of their cell. The girls could hear their uneven breath, while not daring to breathe themselves. After a short while, they unlocked the shooting bolt, resulting in a grinding noise, and swung the barred gate open.
The speaker continued on, "No, I will not give him a refund!" The glint in his eyes changed from frustration to mischievous within seconds as they landed on the four girls in front of him, "Ahh, good. I see that our four new arrivals have woken up." The man was in his late twenties, or early thirties. He wore fancy clothings and aviator shades, with brown hair of a medium length. If one did not know any better, this guy may be some singer from the late '80s.
He smirked at the girls as four guys, who all seemed to fit the profile of bodyguards, entered the cell. "I'm glad to see that all of you are awake. Now, I should probably give you girls a proper welcome." Trina stood up, glaring at him. "Where are we? Why'd you kidnap us?" She would have attacked him immediately, but with those four buff looking men around, she probably won't even get near to the man without getting manhandled.
The man smiled, his facial expression softening, "You are in my art gallery, of sorts. I did not kidnap you personally, but merely brought you from the ones that did." He explained, looking at the girls over the top of his shades, "Those young lads often sell me young women such as yourself, and at very good prices too. The reason why you're here is to give my paying customers as much pleasure and entertainment as they desire. I'm pretty sure your beautiful bodies can handle such a simple task."
Jade stood up, desperately trying to not let her shaky state of mind be evident. "Oh, so you're just going to let anyone who pays enough rape us?" By this time, Cat had crawled over to Tori and was holding onto her as if for dear life. The man chuckled softly, "Rape. It's such an old past time." He took two long strides forwards, and was bearing down on Jade, who's eyes was filled with hatred and was glaring up at him defiantly.
"Ah. No, my dear, sex is not what most of my client wants. Now, don't get me wrong, if anyone wants to ' lay ' one of you - I'm fine with it, as long as he pays me an ample sum of money. After all, you are all quite beautiful young women. But most of my customers are here for art." He smirked, eyes roaming across the room and onto each girl to analyse their reaction. Cat and Tori are fearful of what was going to happen to them, whereas Trina appeared shocked and Jade only raised her pierced eyebrow, with the jewellery gleaming under the dim illumination from the light bulb.
"You see, the human body functions the same way as what a canvas, paper and wall in the world are used as. Simply put some make-up, or body paint, and clothings on the body and it can all transform someone into a beautiful work of art." He elucidated, motioning to Jade's body in front of him as an example. "But here, I demonstrate a different style of art. Pain and torture, instead of paint and clothing. You'd be amazed by the beautiful effects of what burning skin and bleeding flesh can make. It's simply breath-taking."
"You're sick." Trina concluded, while the other three nodded, all of them stared at the man like as if he had just mutated into a monster with two heads. He simply smiled, "Of course I'm sick. What else would I be if I'm not? If I wasn't this sick and twisted, I wouldn't have came up with this idea to make quick and easy cash." He chuckled, letting his gaze fall from Jade, to Trina.
"Truth to be told, I don't care - as long as I can make money and art, of course. So, once more, welcome to my place of art. And I certainly do hope you'll enjoy your stay. Oh, and don't worry, we always try to keep our girls alive for as long as possible." He turned towards the gate, beginning to leave, and ordered over his shoulder to the four men left, "Guys, take them to Jeff, and have him analyse them. I want a full report on our beautiful girls, ok?"
Trina and Jade exchanged glances, silently agreeing on fighting back as two of those men advanced towards them. As one of the men approached Trina, she delivered a shift kick right to his groin. However, she was surprised to find that her foot had connected with something hard instead. "I'm always prepared, especially when it comes to handling feisty young ladies like you." He let out a small laugh, before tossing her over his right shoulder.
Jade, on the other hand, had back away from the man who was approaching her. When she figure out that it was the right moment, she pulled out her black scissors from her right combat boot and was about to jabbed it onto the man's left arm, when he noticed it and grabbed her scissors using his right hand, sending the scissors skidding across the room. Jade looked over in shocked, and the man picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of flour when she had her guards down.
She struggled against the man, but to no avail. She looked up from her position and saw the other two men doing the same to Cat and Tori, while the man carrying Trina had already made his way out the gate.
So, how was it? :) did you enjoyed it? I hope it was enjoyable. If you think any part of the story, (or the story itself) needs a trigger warning, let me know. Hope you enjoyed reading this bizarre story of mine! :)