Title: The Most Dangerous Game

Author: Shelby

Summary: "You have nothing I'm willing to play for," Chuck scoffed. "I think you'll change your mind once you see that I already have the prize worth winning, Nephew," Jack smirked. "Allow me to introduce you to my wife, Blair Bass." Chuck/Blair/Jack

A/N: I'm still working on the review replies. I know how behind I am, but please bear with me. This chapter is mature too and you might feel uncomfortable, but bear with me. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Blair's Flashback/Dream Outfit: http : / / www . polyvore . com /cuz_its_easier_to_be/set?id=17469653

IMPORTANT NOTE: Blair's past will not be revealed in chronological order. So keep that in mind.


Blair blinked her eyes in a hazy fog of red lights. She stumbled along the sidewalk, next to the thinned canal. In her heels she would have stumbled, had it not been for the man she clung to. He held her up with a tight, livid touch. There were people everywhere, some tourists, but most women dressed in skimpy clothing. These creatures of the night stared at her with crooked smiles through dirty glass. The concrete banged loudly from her heavy footsteps. It all felt surreal.

"Blaise, wh-where are we going?" Blair stuttered. Her head was starting to hurt like hell as whatever she took wore off. She didn't even know anymore. She just took anything and everything he gave her.

"We aren't going anywhere. We're in the Red-Light District, Sleeping Beauty," Blaise told her. When she started to drift towards the water, he yanked her back harshly. "Fuck, Blair, get a hold of yourself. I asked for you to not be a worthless piece of shit one night and you can't eve do that," he spat.

She didn't even flinch or tear up at his words. She only giggled at a man they passed. He eyed her up and down with crude eyes. It wasn't surprising, given her ensemble. She wore a gray and black lace corset top, washed-out short-shorts, black fishnets, black Soft Snake pumps, and massive hoop earrings. Her hair was down and she painted her face with too much makeup. Her head turned around and she waved at him. That only lasted a few seconds though, for the man beside her yanked her forward again.

"Blaise, baby, I'm tired," she complained in a whiney, intoxicated voice. Her lips nuzzled against his neck as she leaned her body completely on him. He sighed frustrated and pushed her some. She frowned. "You're mean!"

"Oh shut-up! You're lucky I don't leave your drunken ass on some street corner. Now walk. I told you that we're out of money, thanks to you. Luckily, I've found a place you can earn us some back," he smirked. She didn't understand him, nor did she pay attention. Instead, she just looked up and popped her lips. He rolled his eyes.

Blair snickered and read a sign they passed. "What's De Wallen?" she wondered aloud. When he did not answer her, she nudged him. "Tell me what De Wallen is!" Her voice was loud, but no one where they were seemed to take notice.

"The place we're going to find a one-room cabin for you, but first you'll stand in a window like a princess. Don't you want to be a princess?" Blaise asked. He stroked her cheek as if he adored her. His hazel eyes sparkled with a sinister notion.

"No, I want to be a queen!" she shouted. He chuckled and shook his head. "Can I be a queen in the window instead?" Her arms looped around his neck from the side.

"Queen of the Strumpets," he muttered. She sent him a confused gaze. He shook his head and grinned. "Yes, you'll be a Queen in the window, babe." They then stopped in front of a shady looking building. Her eyes saw women in the windows, some fully naked. She turned her head in curiosity.

"Who are they?" Blair inquired, eyebrows raised. She tried to continue to watch them as he pulled her into the building. There was a man behind a counter inside. He smiled at her with yellow teeth. She scrunched her nose in disgust and turned her face into Blaise's leather jacket.

"Don't worry about it," Blaise told her. He then turned to the man and wrote down on a clipboard. "She wants a window and then a room. You won't get your share until she finishes with her client."

"That shouldn't take long. She's a pretty, little thing isn't she? You reckon she ever done this before?" the man drawled. He puffed his cigarette and stood to get a further look at Blair.

"Blaise, he said I'm little!" she chanted in excitement. Her hands clapped and she bounced up and down a bit. "I knew I was losing weight! Do you think I'm pretty now?" Her eyes looked to him in question. He ignored her and kept in conversation with the man.

"No, she hasn't. I don't want to share her, but I need money. She has addiction issues, don't you?" Blaise teased. His hand smacked her bottom. She giggled and nodded her head.

"Alright then. Look if you want this to go quick, take off some of her clothes. Her knockers ain't too big, but she looks rather pure. Bet she got a nice and clean vag too, eh?" the man winked at Blair.

"Yes, I have it waxed! Have you ever had yours waxed?" Blair pointed to the man behind the counter. He chuckled until he started to cough. She once again found herself disgusted and got behind Blaise. "Let's leave," she whispered.

"You're not going anywhere until you get your ass in the window," Blaise retorted. He then pushed her up the stairs. He took out a key to a room and she saw another door that led to a display window. She wondered what type of clothing they sold there. Then he pushed her towards it. She hit the door and he turned her around.

"Blaise, I wanna sleep. You never let me sleep," she cried. Her ruby lips pouted and she pulled on the lapels of his jacket.

He yelled in frustration and slapped her across the cheek. "You still wanna sleep, bitch?" he barked.

She shook her head no quickly and wiped at her broken flesh. He always wore a ring when he hit her, which seemed to be all the time. But she knew that she deserved it. He told her so.

"Good girl," Blaise smiled proudly. His hand gave her a light pop on the bottom. She jumped some, but only into his arms. His lips attacked her neck with a sloppy kiss.

She grinned, happy that he liked her again. She needed someone to like her. Other than him, no one cared if she was alive or dead. That was how she felt when she was out of it, like now, and even on the rare and painful occasion that she was sober.

He yanked off her top and threw it too the floor. It revealed her silver, leopard pattern bra. His fingertips grabbed the straps, but then he stopped. Instead he just unbuckled her shorts, but didn't take them off either. His hands ruffled up her hair. It covered a bruise in the side of her face. "You wanna throw up first so you feel skinny, honey?" he said when he finished.

Blair looked up as if she was thinking it over. Then she giggled and shook her head. "Umm… no, I don't have my toothbrush, silly!"

"Still that poor little rich girl down deep, ain't you, precious?" he muttered in amusement. It was more so to him than her. Not that she was all that coherent, unless you made her pay attention. And he knew how to do that.

That didn't mean she wasn't perceptive at times though. It was a trait none of his previous women had. Maybe it was why he liked her. She was different. He enjoyed tainting and degrading the class she was born into.

"Rich? You said we don't have anymore money." Blair eyed him in suspicion. He did say that, didn't he? She wasn't good at remembering things, except went she went to sleep. But Blaise said what she dreamed about really didn't happen, but that she made it all up in her head.

"You're right, we don't, but we will in the next hour or so. It depends on how hot you are. You lose that weight I told you to?" Blaise changed the subject quickly. He set her up to do what he wanted. It was a perfect system with Blair, an easy route to take.

"I've lost fifteen pounds, remember?" she stated, matter-of-factly. Her hands covered her not flat, but almost indented stomach. She couldn't remember the last time she ate. And if or when she had then she threw it up not too long afterwards. It was the price of beauty.

"Should have been twenty," he taunted. His eyes looked to hers in disappointment.

She frowned nervously. Her hands rapidly motioned to her upper body. Her voice was frantic. She needed to make him happy. "But you can see my ribs, see? That's good, right?" Her doe brown eyes begged for approval.

His eyes flickered to them and then back to hers. "No, that means I don't have to pay for your fat ass to eat. Don't you want more money for drugs and alcohol? Don't you want to make me happy?" A cruel smile came to his lips.

"Yes," Blair nodded obediently.

"Then are you going to do this for me?" Blaise clarified.

"Do what?" She was lost again. Apparently, whatever she was on hadn't worn off completely. Either that, or one of her headaches was approaching. How she hated those. But at least Blaise always made them go away. He was so good to her.

"Get in that window and make men want you." He pointed to the door she stood in front of. His voice was soft, but had an underlying tone of demand.

Blair was only further confused. Her head sent her random memories. They were all so jumbled up, hopefully the one she'd say next was relevant. "But the last time I talked to that man you had to punish me, remember? I still have the cigarette burns on my back. They won't go away." She went to turn around and show her back to him, but he stopped her.

Blaise pushed her against the door. His hot breath hit her neck as he whispered in her ear. "That's because that man used a bad word," he revealed.

She was bemused when he pulled back to look into her eyes. Her voice was slightly shaky after he had been so close, so physical. "Help is a bad word?" She sounded like a lost child that needed someone to show them the way. And he would. Too bad it wasn't the way she should have gone.

"Yes, because he was using it in a bad way. He wanted to take you away from me, remember?" His voice as sugar coated again. She was too fucked up to ever see through it. That made him beam.

Blair searched her head for a moment before she spoke. Then she snapped her fingers when the thought and words came to her. "Is that why he gave me that card thingy in my wallet?"

"Yes," Blaise answered. It took her a moment, but then she got a look in her eyes and he knew that he had succeeded. He knew enough, from her first drunken ramblings, that there were few major cards to play with when it came to Blair. But the few he had always worked.

"Oh… well then I'm glad you took me away from Carter. He'd only hurt me anyways. He would have cheated on me. I need to stay with you. You wouldn't cheat on me, right, Blaise?" Her voice was hopeful as she leaned against him. She couldn't take it if he didn't want her either. Why did men never want Blair? Why did men never want to wait for Blair? It made her want to cry, but she didn't.

"You know that I could never," he told her. His hand went to his heart as he pretended to speak both truthfully and sympathetically to her.

She nodded and giggled. All of her troubles were gone again. At least, she thought so. "I know, but I like to hear you say it." Her lips placed a quick kiss on his cheek.

Blaise rolled his eyes, but smiled as if what he told her next were the nicest words ever spoken. "That's because your self-esteem is shot."

"I don't like big words right now!" Her arms threw up in the air for dramatics and she stomped her foot. He always did that and she hated it. Blair sighed in frustration.

"Don't worry about it then. Now are you going to get in the window?" He was starting to get very impatient and aggravated. They had to pay the man downstairs by the hour. Whoever came along, better want to pay a pretty penny. God knew she was worth it, but luckily for Blaise, she didn't.

"Do you really want me to?" Blair yawned. Her eyes blinked open and closed sleepily. When he glared though, she stood up straighter. She did not want to make him hit her again.

"Yes!" Blaise yelled. His hand smacked against the wall next to her. She flinched, but only at the noise. She was used to him and his violent fits.

"Okay, then," she sighed. Her eyes fell in a solemn manner. The energy in her was dying again, that, and the real Blair inside of her. But she couldn't think about that.

He flashed a victory grin and went to open the door. "Good, now show them your moves," he instructed. He had moved her into the doorway, when she suddenly whipped around.

"Don't say that! You're not allowed to say that!" Blair screamed. She gave him a violent push. Something inside her had snapped. She was too under the influence to know what it was, but none the less it happened.

And she'd pay for it. Blaise's eyes lit up like fire and his fist flew forward. He punched her across the cheek. She cried and fell to the floor. "Don't you ever talk to me like that, Slut! What the hell has gotten into you?!"

Her tear filled eyes looked up at him as she touched her even worse cut. She shook her head as her body shivered. "I-I don't know. I just don't like those words, okay? I-I'm sorry," Blair trembled.

He scoffed and yanked her up. "Whatever. Get in the fucking window!"

Blair cried out again as she hit glass. When her eyes opened all she remembered was seeing a blur of red. It was a mixture of lights, streets, and people. Men gawked at her and pointed, but she didn't understand. Everything around her seemed to mute. Her hips started to sway when Blaise yelled, but it was more of a subconscious reaction than rather a movement given by her brain. And so she performed her tragic dance of advertisement in the Red-Light District.


"Look Baizen, I found a card in Blair's purse. It said 'If you ever need help, call' and then it gave this number. So tell me why she would need help. And more importantly from you!" Chuck shouted into the phone. Blair was still asleep in the other room, but he had gone into the closet. All of the walls were soundproof so he knew he wouldn't wake her.

"Look, Bass, it was years ago! I don't remember. I saw her in Amsterdam or something. She didn't look too good, but no one there does. Ask her yourself," Carter retorted. He had been no help at all. Mostly because when he had seen Blair back then he was wasted off his ass.

"I can't do that! Why was she in Amsterdam? Where there did you see her? What was she doing?" The dark haired man threw question after question into the phone. He detested the insect he spoke with, but if Carter had answers about Blair then he'd do whatever it took to get that information.

"I don't remember. And does it matter? Look, she never called anyways. I didn't think she would. She was with some guy. He dragged her away and told me if I ever talked to her again he'd kill me. I don't mess with guys like that. They'll do it," the other man replied.

"Yeah, I'm sure the types of guys you hang out with would, but not Blair. Wait… what did the guy look like?" Chuck perked up some. Was it Jack? Had he finally gotten some kind of answer? Sure, it wasn't much, but it was a start.

"Umm… he had green eyes, maybe blue. I think blond hair, but it was dark. He was around his late twenties, hard looking," Cater explained. He didn't want to help Chuck, but of course Bass called with blackmail if he didn't dish.

"Damn it," Chuck cursed. That didn't sound like Jack at all. But if it wasn't him then whom else had Blair been with? What types of men had been around her? What if they had hurt her? No, that wasn't possible. Jack was the worst thing that could happen to her. He convinced himself that.

"Can I go now? That's all I know. I barely recognized her. Didn't even realize whom she was until one of my buddies pointed out something about there being another poor little rich girl at the party," he revealed with a sigh.

Chuck pinched the bridge of his nose and rolled his eyes. "Fine, but if you think of anything else call me. I know you always need money, Baizen. And you know I have it," he muttered. Then he hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. He cursed loudly and punched the door. He only had ended up with more questions. His foot moved to kick a shoe rack in frustration, but an ear-shattering scream made him freeze on the spot. It was loud enough to get through the soundproof doors.

"Blair!" Chuck shouted. He threw open the door and saw her, but she was… asleep. Her body twisted and turned on the bed. She was sweating bullets as she continued to scream and sob. He had never seen anything like it.

He snapped out of his frightened frustration though, and jumped onto the bed. His hands yanked her up into his embrace and he shook her petite body. "Stop it! You're just having a nightmare! Blair, wakeup!" His stomach twisted in knots. It killed him to see her in such distress.

"No! No! No!" Blair sobbed herself out of sleep. Her eyes opened and she saw Chuck. Without thinking, she buried her face into his chest and cried. She clung to him for dear life, so much that her nails dug into his skin, but he did not protest.

"You're okay," Chuck whispered. His voice sounded so safe, lips buried into her curls. She didn't respond, but slowly her cries died down. It was a rare moment, one that they had never had, not even before she left. And that was a bad thing because it made him wonder. What the hell happened to Blair Waldorf?


"Look Baizen, my P.I. said that Chuck just called you! I've seen your number in Blair's purse! She always carries it with her to remind her that if I'm not around she has an outlet to safety! So tell me where that little prick is keeping my wife!" Jack screamed into the phone. He had been searching for Blair ever since he returned to the penthouse and she was gone. He knew Chuck had her. But he couldn't track them down. His nephew had been careful and Jack hated him for it.

"Your wife?! Wait, who are you? Blair Waldorf is your wife? Are you the guy that dragged her away from me all those years ago?" Carter questioned. He was beyond confused and tired. He would have hung up if it weren't for one lunatic's blackmail and the other's death threats.

"No, we've never met. And Blair Bass is my wife. My name is Jack Bass. I'm Chuck's uncle. Now, he has my wife and I want her back. So tell me why he called you and exactly what he said," Jack seethed. He looked into the mirror and saw that he was turning red. His mouth was dry and he felt desperate for a Scotch, but he didn't have time for that.

"Of course! Leave it to the Bass's to… you know what, never mind. Look, Chuck called wanting answers about the card and her past I guess. I told him what I knew, which wasn't much. He bribed me for more information, but unfortunately I don't have any. Now can you please say goodbye so I can go have my number changed?" Carter retorted in irritation.

Jack rolled his eyes, but at the same time clenched his teeth. His nephew not only had Blair, but also was trying to find out about her past. That couldn't happen. He refused to let it happen. "Stay silent and you'll be paid for it. If he calls again, hang up on him," he ordered into the phone.

Cater laughed in a crazed sarcasm. "Oh like I'm answering again for one of you, crazy mother fu-"

The Bass man rolled his eyes and hung-up. He then shoved it in his pocket and got his coat. He had to do something to lure Chuck out of hiding. Why Blair hadn't come back to Jack though, he didn't know. It only meant not good for him, her husband. All he knew now was that when he got her back, Chuck would pay ten times worse than Jack originally planned. He wasn't just going to destroy Chuck Bass. He was going to bury him.


A/N: Anyone feeling a tad bit bad for Carter? I mean two angry Bass men… hehe ;) But let's get serious. Please read this author's note (even if you don't usually) before reviewing. It covers some important things.

1: For this story only, I want a beta. Only, it's not going to be under typical conditions. If you're interested please PM me or, even better, email me. My email can be found on my profile.

2: Remember, Blair's past will not be revealed in chorological order. I know some of you might not like that, but it's how I'm doing it for this story. There is reasoning behind it of course. This flashback/dream was given because it was linked to the card from Carter that Chuck found. I promise all will make sense in the end though.

3: Blair was not a prostitute! I tried to make it clear that she had not done what it looks like she is going to do in the flashback/dream before. Yes, she had slept with the new character Blaise, but she was in a relationship, however twisted of one it was.

4: Hopefully you realized I'm not writing Blair OOC in the flashback/dream. She was obviously not only highly intoxicated, but on a mixture of drugs and on top of that not eating. The Blair you saw did not act like Blair Waldorf because other than physically, she wasn't.

5: For this chapter, I would really like a review! I want to see your thoughts on it since this was a big revealing chapter! I don't usually beg, but please!

On a closing note: Hope you guys have a good Mother's day, especially for those of you who are mothers. Not sure if anyone is, but if you are then I hope you have a wonderful day!