Bubbles P.O.V.
"What are you wearing, Beauty?" Thalia blanched as she saw me.
I gave her a confused look and then glanced at the dark blue T-Shirt that was on me.
"A shirt." I said slowly, sitting down at the dining room table and reaching for a cereal box.
"That's master Boomer's shirt." Chloe gaped.
"So?" I pressed, gripping the glass pitcher filled with milk.
"So?!" Char gasped, "Did you two fuck?!"
I choked on my bite of fruity pebbles and started an embarrassing fit of coughing.
"No!" I wheezed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, "This shirt was in the closet in my room."
"Oh." They all sighed, relieved.
I scoffed at the sound, "I thought you were all trying to get me to yesterday."
I shuddered as the memory of BC and Boomer came back to my mind.
Ysandre chuckled, "We changed our minds. Its cute to have a virgin in the house."
"Shut up please." I requested, pushing my bowl away from me, "I'm gonna take a shower."
"Kay!" Chloe giggled, "And if you like to air dry, feel free! Master Boomer's gonna be gone all day!"
"What?" Char pouted.
"He's going to a poker game at his brother's house. You know the one..."
I walked out of the kitchen, their conversation getting quieter and quieter the further I got away.
I found a room with a bathroom in it after a bit of searching and made sure the bedroom and bathroom doors were locked before stripping off Boomer's shirt and my bra and underwear.
Once I'd been in the shower for a good five minutes, I heard the terrifying sound of the door knob jingling.
"Yo, Beauty!" BC's voice met my ears and I paled.
"What? I'm kinda naked..." I trailed off, rinsing the conditioner out of my hair.
"I gathered." She monotoned, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay after..."
I pursed my lips, "After seeing you slutting it up with your master?"
She threw the curtain back and I flushed, "What the heck?!"
She glared at me, "It was just sex, grow up tiny-tits!"
I covered my breasts and she stormed out of the bathroom.
I closed the shower curtain and started muttering angrily to myself.
"Tell me to grow up and then insult me like a five year old. And they're not tiny! They're... decent!"
I drew in a shuddering breath and turned the water off, wrapping myself in a towel and stomping back to my room.
Eight Hours Later
I had spent the rest of the day in my room, not bothering to put on any clothes.
I was furious with BC for seeing me naked, I was furious with the clones for being them, and I was furious with myself for seemingly no reason at all.
Someone knocked on my door and my jaw clenched, "Go away!"
The door was thrown open, despite my protest, and I clutched a giant pillow to my chest to hide everything.
"I'm nude!" I informed Ysandre and BC, "Not that you seem to care, brat!"
BC didn't react and I noticed then that both of them looked oddly pale and tense.
"What's going on?" I asked seriously, holding the pillow harder.
"You need to hide." Ysandre whispered fiercely.
I frowned and threw on a different over-sized T-Shirt from the closet, "Why?"
BC hushed me, "Shut up! He'll be here any minute!"
Once the shirt was on, they both grabbed one of my arms and pulled me out of the door.
"Hey! I need panties-!" I started shrieking and BC clapped a hand over my mouth.
"Shut up!" She repeated, more fiercely this time, "And do not come out no matter what you hear!"
"But-" I started to protest, but they had thrown me in a cramped room and shut the door before I could say anything else.
I fumbled for a light switch and my eyes bugged when I couldn't find one. I was terrified of the dark, but they told me not to leave...
I whimpered and leaned up against a wall, trying to calm myself down.
After I was trapped in their for at least ten minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and I practically fell out of the closet, gasping for breath.
When I didn't hear anything at first, I assumed the coast was clear and the two of them had been paranoid.
And then I heard an enraged shout from the front of the house.
My curiosity and adrenaline pumping, I raced over to the source of the noise.
"... Buttercup is not for sale." I heard Boomer snarl and my veins turned to ice.
"You said any of the girls." A new, deeper and slicker voice droned.
"Except her and-" He cut himself off and I looked around the corner to see him flush.
"And?" The stranger pressed and my breath caught at the sight of him.
He was huge. Not fat- god no. But- tall. And muscular. The phrase juice-head came to my mind with just a glance at him.
"Butch," Boomer began in a pleading tone, "Just take Char, she'd love to go with you."
Charlotte gave a wink at Butch and he recoiled, "No."
You couldn't say he didn't have good taste...
"I either want your Buttercup, or the girl your hiding. No one else. And if you refuse to hand one over, I'll take your mansion, money and just about anything else that has value to you." Butch threatened and my eyes narrowed.
What a jerk.
"I'll go." BC spoke up and I was horrified to realize that Buttercup was her.
"All right then." Butch smirked as BC walked over to his side, pale and terrified.
"Wait!" Someone called out and it took me a few seconds to get that it was me.
I walked around the corner, trying not to look as petrified as I felt.
I approached Butch, my heart slamming against my rib cage as I grabbed BC's hand and yanked her behind me.
"What do you want with BC?" I asked him, keeping my voice level.
"I assume your the girl they're all keeping from me." He chuckled instead of answering.
"Beauty, stay out of this." BC growled and I rolled my eyes.
"I won't, now answer the question Butch!" I snapped, jabbing him in the stomach since I didn't want to have to tip toe to poke his chest.
His dark green eyes turned to flames and I slowly drew away my hand.
"I'll take Beauty." Butch spoke quietly but his words echoed in the large room.
"Excuse me?!" I huffed, crossing my arms and glaring at him.
"No." Boomer growled and I had the feeling this was a lot more serious than I thought, "Buttercup and Beauty will be remaining with me."
Butch sighed and ruffled Boomer's blonde hair, "You were always such a possessive little dick."
I looked at their exchange, puzzled. Either they were related or Boomer had a gay lover in the past that I don't know about.
"I'll take Beauty," Butch repeated, "Now."
His voice was low and angry and it caused me to go rigid all over.
"Take me where?!" I demanded, attempting to use as much venom in my tone as he had.
He looked down at me, "With me. Let's go, whore."
I hissed, "Screw you!"
I spun on my heel and started stomping away, until an arm wrapped around my waist and I was thrown over his shoulder.
"Put me down, jerk!" I squeaked as I slammed my fists against his back.
"Butch, stop!" Boomer shouted as the clones started whining and panicking.
"You said any of the girls!" Butch fired, walking out of the door, "You can keep your precious goth and all take the brat!"
"I am not a brat you pervert!" I screamed as his hand rested on my butt.
He snorted, "Shut up."
"Getting annoyed with me already?" I asked in a sickly sweet voice, "Than put me down!"
He remained silent and I heard the door open and close behind him, a sleek black limo coming into view.
"I'm not going with you!" I yelped as he tossed me into the backseat.
"SHUT UP!" He roared and I meekly pressed myself against the seat.
His anger seemed to leave him in an instant, "From now on, you will not talk unless spoken to. My brother's a fucking idiot for letting you get so rebellious."
I thought back to BC's terrified look when she walked up to him.
"I'm a person and I have rights!" I quipped, crossing my arms.
That cruel smirk came back to his face, "Not anymore. And trust me when I say you'll regret disobeying me."
I pursed my lips and lunged at the opposite door, going for the handle.
"Child locks." He practically sang.
He shut his door and sat in the seat opposite of mine, tapping his knuckles on the window seperating the driver from us.
"I don't believe I like you." I informed Butch as the car started to move.
The smirk never faltered, "You say that now."
I glared at my feet, refusing to even look at him.
"Your going to be fun." He chuckled under his breath and I paled, blinking.
Oh.
He wanted one of Boomer's girls. Boomer is kinda a part of the sex trafficking trade and they are brothers...
I pulled on the end of Boomer's shirt, my face heating up.
This wasn't good.