It's a bit shorter than the last chapters, sorry about that. Let me know what you think!

Chapter Three: In The Body

Surprisingly enough, the house he was leading her to was large, almost looking like a mansion. Bill reached back and grabbed her cuffed wrists, and Mabel heard the car door shut as the driver left her alone.

He didn't yank her forward like she expected, but instead he pulled out a set of keys. Still standing in the driveway of the house, he unlocked the cuffs, one hand still holding her own as he twirled them around her finger. Mabel didn't look up at him.

"I'm sure I won't have to use these again on you, will I?" Bill asked, tugging her from the driveway and to the house. "Welcome home! This is where you'll spend the rest of your days. Isn't it lovely?"

Mabel frowned, but wasn't sure what to say. The more he teased her, the most it made her want to fight against him and show him that she wasn't someone to walk over. He had a firm grip around her wrist, and easily tugged her up the steps of the entrance and inside.

"It's...big." She eventually muttered out, which got a bark of a laugh from Bill.

Shutting the door behind them as they got inside, Mabel didn't miss the sound of a deadbolt sliding into place. She glanced back at the door, finally feeling trapped knowing that she couldn't get past Bill.

"It is big, isn't it?" He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Tell me, Shooting Star, what do you think I'm going to do with you?"

Suddenly her front was pressed against his own, and Mabel placed her hands on his chest to get some kind of feeling of distance between them. He didn't seem to care, or to notice. On her wrists were angry purple bruises, that wrapped around her slim wrists from the handcuffs.

"Whatever you want." Mabel returned easily, starting to push away from him, but she couldn't get far. His grip was like iron. "I don't think you'll listen if I tell you no, will you?"

"How right you are." For someone who could be so cruel, he was exceptionally affectionate, and she could feel his fingers rubbing small circles rub into his hips from his hands. "Don't you wonder why I bought you?"

Mabel eventually sighed and resigned herself to stay there in his arms, not even protesting as he moved and pressed her against the wall, effectively trapping her.

"Because you're a desperately lonely person?" Mabel snapped, words being her only weapon. He frowned a little bit, his touches becoming a little less gentle and a bit more rough.

"You seem to want me to hurt you." Bill sighed, clicking his tongue like a disappointed parent. "I can make your life here a living hell, after all I believe pets should be disciplined."

She outright flinched at that, turning her gaze away from him. Bill looked over over for a moment before he grabbed her chin, making her meet his gaze once seemed to like her looking him in the eyes, even though she just wanted to run and hide.

"Tell you what, Shooting Star. How about an agreement?" Bill asked her, his grip like iron on her chin. She wasn't trying to pull away, but he didn't want to take that chance.

"What kind of agreement?" Careful, she had to be careful during this. There was really no telling what this man was capable of, or what he could do to harm her. She shifted in place on the wall, feeling his free hand still rubbing small circles there.

"Well, I paid ten thousand for you." Bill spoke as though she hadn't been there for the whole thing. "I can see about you paying it off."

She didn't like where this was going already. Mabel squirmed against him, trying to get away and get some space between them. It didn't seem to make him get away, and in fact now he had a rather large smirk on his face.

"Aren't I such a great guy? Here's what it'll be. Every time you do something I like, obey me, I'll knock a dollar off what you owe me. Every time you please me, I'll knock off ten dollars. I'll leave the details up to you." His little offer done, he pulled back and let her have her much needed space.

Mabel shook her head, not wanting to accept any kind of deal. She didn't want to think of pleasing this man, she didn't want to accept the fact that she might be stuck here for anything longer than a couple days.

"I'll give you a little while to think about it then." He smirked, already knowing she wouldn't be able to escape him. He suddenly stepped back and let her sag against the wall, and this time when he reached out for her, he took her hand instead of just trying to drag her down the hall.

She padded behind him, bare feet making almost no sound on the flooring. His home was rather nice, and it showed he had money. Every hallway seemed to be identical to the one they just left, and a couple twists and turns later they were at a rather dull door, which Bill opened with a small amount of effort. She barely had time to notice the fact that there was a deadbolt on the outside of her door.

"This is where you'll stay, though if you don't like it, you're welcome to stay in the cellar." He was joking, though Mabel took him very seriously. It would make a nice place to escape from him when he was being overbearing. Something told her that she would want to get a moment away from him often.

"Thank you." Mabel spoke for what seemed to be the third time the evening, and took another step in the room to look around. It was a rather bleak room, with nothing on the walls and only a small bed in the corner for furniture. She really didn't mind, because Bill seemed like the kind of jerk who would make her sleep in a dog cage if he wanted to.

"Get some sleep, Shooting Star, or I can think of some activities that we can do to spend the night together." Bill just seemed to want to endlessly tease her, and Mabel wanted nothing to do with it. She still had her back to him as he spoke, just wanting to disappear into the floor and never have to worry about anything ever again.

"Sleep sounds nice." Mabel murmured, finally turning around to look at him. "Unless you need something else from me?"

It was a bad idea to ask, but she wanted to be left alone and getting him to leave happy was probably the only way that was going to happen. She let her hands go behind her, trying to subtly massage the pain out of her wrists before it got too painful.

"How about a goodnight kiss?" He teased, though Mabel didn't know that. She wanted to roll her eyes at such a request, but the memory of his slap was too fresh, and she didn't want to add another bruise to her body.

Taking a couple steps forward, Mabel stood on the tips of her toes, placing a very gentle and completely innocent kiss on his cheek. Bill looked down at her in surprise, having not expected her to actually fulfil that strange request.

"Goodnight." Mabel tried to dismiss him, without sounding like she was dismissing him. She just wanted to sleep, to finally rest when it had seemed like weeks since she had seen a real bed.

Bill seemed to realize this, and nodded slowly before he backed out of the room. Mabel heard the deadbolt slide into place on the door, and she was finally alone. She was finally alone in for the first time in weeks. She hadn't even been alone when she had been in the auction house, but now she was alone. Sure, she was locked in, but she was alone.

The bed was more like a cot, but it was better than sleeping on the floor. She curled up underneath the rather thin blanket, yawning as well before she fell asleep, ignoring the shiver that went down her spine. She was too tired to worry about getting attacked while she slept.