***WARNING*** This chapter has a bit of NSFW content, so read at your own risk ***WARNING***

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The car was a limo, guarded by, what seemed to be, more than 5 or 6 men. One of them placed these annoying metal cuffs around my wrists and neared their hands to my shoulders to shove me in. But, before they could make skin contact, I shot them a glare, making the man hesitate. "I don't have a gun and my knife is in your friend's bloody head 2 blocks over, mate." I growled, my anger being fueled with their stupid looks. "Don't touch me, yeah?"

I slipped into the vehicle before he could respond. As the wheels started, the air filled with a suffocating silence. My hair tickled my shoulders and I started to shift constantly as my eyes narrowed towards my pocket where my phone stood. Then an idea came. Again, I started to move in irritation, clearly agitating the men near me.

"Would you quit moving, bitch?" The man closest to me snapped.

I growled back, "If I could just put my hair up, we wouldn't have this problem?"

The men laughed, "You think we're stupid? We won't let you do that."

"I'll think you're stupid whether you let me or not, luv" I chuckled, making some of them lean forward as to threaten me. "Put a gun to my head or knife or whatever the bloody fuck you want. Just let me put my hair for Omnic's sake."

I moved again and the men looked to each other and nodded. Almost immediately, I felt a cold metal surface pressed up against my temple and a blade against my neck. I chuckled as the released my hands and I pulled a hairband from off my wrist. "You guys treat me with such caution. I feel like a princess."

"Shut the fuck up." The man with blade pressed harder.

I rolled my eyes and took the opportunity of their wandering eyes to cover my small phone with my hands and roll it into the ruffled brunette locks. I tied the ponytail and held out my wrist, smiling with the obvious want to slit all of their throats. "You may proceed luvs."

They growled at me, harshly pulling my hands behind my back to wrap the cuffs around them again. It seemed almost like a day had passed before we finally came to a stop. At the moment I had a certain glorious thought, I beat Amelie to Volskaya's base.

And then another thought came, but then again I came in bloody handcuffs.

The door opened and I hesitated, only to be thrown forward by one of the bastards behind me. The base was definitely surprising to say the least. It was like a small cube, no bigger than a mini mart. I lifted an eyebrow, "You serious?" I turned to the man next to me who just hissed and pushed me forward. "Jeez, you guys are too uptight."

The inside, though, was something I expected a Mafia base look like. A super secretive elevator dead set in the middle of the fucking room. Really damn obvious but, at the same time nobody would think to check this shit hole. The metal doors open and I blinked for a moment, the dinging sound of the elevator making me think for a moment I were back at the Talon base.

I shook the thought away and stood in the middle of the minion group as we seemed to be headed down. An underground base? Pretty fucking cool. Okay, I know what you're thinking. Shouldn't you be freaking the fuck out?! Honestly, we all know I don't handle danger rationally or seriously. This was still a game to me.

When we landed on the floor I braced myself for the opening of the doors and nearly flung myself forward at the sight. The disgusting, pathetic Zarya stood in front of me in this gay ass black suit. "That shit looks better on Amelie..." I mumbled, averting my gaze.

"Ahh... there's my beautiful girl." Her teasing voice made me want to bite her clit off.

I shot my glare towards her, earning an amused chuckle from the pink bastard. "So what?" I growled, "You're going to make me your slut or some shit?"

Zarya stepped forward, petting my chin with her finger. I clenched my jaw as her face neared mine, "Vouldn't you be ever so lucky?" She fucking dared to bring her lips towards me and I turned my head. "Oh? Disobeying me?"

"Disobeying?" I barked, turning back to the rejected asshole. "You aren't my damn master."

Instantly, the remark earned a harsh tug at my ponytail. She lifted my face so it could fully view hers without any turning away, "Now I am."

I spit on her cheek, "Sorry mate but..." I grinned as she wiped my saliva off of her skin, "I already have an owner, yeah?"

Her eyes locked onto mine with pure anger before she snickered and tossed me into the group of men. "Oh, we are going to have a great time."

"Where is the gang, huh?" I said as they pushed me forward, "You said you'd let them go."

Zarya chuckled, "You are still naive as ever, Lena." They led me into the tight corridor where a long stairway leading down stood. There were cells down here, the typical rusty, metal bar ones too. At the end, was the one I had been waiting to see. "Guys!" I screamed, seeing everyone laying on the ground.

Their eyes slowly went up to meet mine and my body froze. They looked awful. They were covered in blood and bruises, their faces were pale and their closes were painted red. My body felt as though it was going to burst. "You bloody bastard!" I screamed, lunging forward towards Zarya. The men held me back but, I still charged with all my force.

"Stop it!" Angela screamed, moving her hands to reveal their chains. "Just... stop."

I was panting, not from exhaustion, but from pure hatred. I was acting like a beast yet, I wished I could lose all of my humanity at that point. "Now I have everyone." Zarya grinned. She grabbed onto my arm and pushed me into the cell. "Starting from this moment, I am your leader. Got it? And Lena..." She grinned, "You'll be playing a different role."

I stepped forward, "You have got to be fucking insane, luv."

"Probably." Zarya let out a laugh, "But, vhat else am I supposed to do? You guys vouldn't go with my plan."

I really hate pink-haired Russian bitches.

Two of the men held me back and attached my limbs to some restraints. "Who the fuck would ever agree to work with some psychotic bitch like you!?"

Someone tapped onto the bastard's shoulder and she made a low groan before returning to our... "conversation." She grinned at me, "I'll be back."

I watched her walk away and I collapsed to the ground, holding onto my cheek. After all that adrenaline, the pain was getting to me. I heard shuffling next to me and felt two warm hands rub my arms. I winced in pain and heard a worried voice in response, "I-I'm sorry!" Hana.

"No.." I opened and eye and smiled at the girl. Of course, she was crying. "It's fine, luv."

She stared at me for a moment before wrapping her arms around my neck. I stood a little surprised and then smiled softly as her tears fell onto my shoulder. "I'm selfish..." Hana cried, "I really wanted you to come!"

I laughed and ran my hands through her blue hair, "I'm here, yeah? If my gang's in trouble, it's the leader's job to get them out right?" My eyes went up to view everyone else in the cell and I widened my eyes at three faces, "Bridgette!? Lucio!? Mei!?"

The Chinese beauty smiled, awkwardly waving her fingers, "Long time no see, huh?"

My heart couldn't take this. It heart so bad. "You guys were supposed... supposed to be out of town. Why..." My voice became desperate as I stared at them, "Why are you in this cell!? What the bloody hell!? You're supposed to be living great lives right now!"

Bridgette chuckled, leaning onto the wall, "I swear your overdramatic reactions never change. We are here because we wanted to help you, Stupid."

That word was there again.

"Fuck." I stood up and walked over to the bars. My body slammed against it, earning gasps from the others behind me.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Angela stood up, placing a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and she stepped back at my frantic expression.

"You are in here because of me!" I hissed, hitting it again. Some of my blood was melted onto the bars now but, I had no intention of stopping. "I told you not to fucking help! And you did it anyway you goddamn idiots!"

"It's not always because of you, you know." McCree hissed as my body hit the metal again. "It's the same reason you came here. For as long as we've known you, you've only done shit that has benefitted you. So did we. We're here because we couldn't live with ourselves if you did this stupid shit by yourself."

I shook my head. "You're just like that damn old man! Always saying you did this shit to help me!" I stopped and wrapped my fingers around the bars, resting my panting head against the metal. "No matter what wound I get, don't you understand that seeing like you this is much more unbearable? And then I can't do anything about it! Are you mocking me!? Did you do this because you know I'm weak!? Why..." I bent down, "Why are you so cruel?"

"You're still saying that shit!?" Mei hissed in the back. "I've been gone three years and you're still saying stupid fucking crap like that! Do you really think we view you as weak? Our leader?"

I shook my head, "You don't get it."

"No." Hana growled, the tears from before are long gone now, "You don't get it. You're always saying crap like friendship and love are just figments of our imagination! If that's true, then why did you come here? The gang is over, we aren't your allies anymore."

I growled and turned around, "Because you idiots got yourself into my shit. Don't you think I'm obligated!?"

"Are you calling us weak then by helping us?" Angela sighed.

I blinked for a moment then shook my head. "No I..." They were confusing me. Frustrating me. "That's not what I meant! You just..." I let out an irritated groan. "...I'm so confused."

What was my problem with them helping me?

I felt weak in that moment but, not because they were offering me help. But because I was unable to help myself. Friendship? I'm not stupid enough to believe all of us shared it but, why do they go to this extent?! I don't want this! I don't want them to suffer like me!

"Looks like everyone has gotten reacquainted, hm?" Zarya chuckled.

I got up, my eyes still a bit dazed as I looked at him. "You said you would let them go. let them the fuck go."

"I never said that." Zarya chuckled, pressing a button that made my chains pull me against the wall with the others. "I said I vouldn't hurt them. And I von't. I'll let them vatch as I hurt you."

The door open and I tried to fight my way through the metal restraints but I was not successful at all. Some of the men entered the cell and I stared at them before glaring at the pink bastard who was nearing me. "So tell me," Zarya grinned, her hands sliding up my sides. "Has that Talon Boss fucked you too?"

I lifted an eyebrow, "And if she has?" I chuckled, leaning my head back on the wall, "Will it anger you, luv?"

Hed eyebrow twitched and I felt her hands stop. "How vould you feel if I fucked you in front of your friends."

"Me?" I let out a laugh, leaning my head out so our faces were barely touching. "You think I'm against sex? Against pleasure? You're a bloody idiot." I looked down to her pants and grinned, "I know your body better than you do, Zarya. You would be at a bit of a disadvantage, yeah?"

Instantly, Zarya's lips captured mine and I let out a shocked moan. I remembered this mouth but for some reason, it felt so disgusting now. Instantly, I slammed my head into hers and she hissed, backing up. You know, it probably would've been better if I had some sort of access to a storage room.

"Vhat the fuck was that!?" Zarya growled.

I laughed, "I'm used to dealing with perverted bosses."

She slammed her body into mine, her knee rubbing against my private. I clenched my jaw. I didn't want her to touch me there. I didn't want her to touch me anywhere. She licked up my neck and I shivered as the others next to me cried out. I grunted, "You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want a reaction champ." That seemed to piss her off.

"How annoying..." Zarya chuckled, her hands slipping down my pants, "As I remembered... Lena vas very sensitive. Just from a mere touch you used to moan my name. Crave my touch and the ecstasy it gave you."

She slipped in a finger and I banged my head against the wall, trying to hold in my voice. It felt gross. I didn't want her hands, not her tongue or lips. In and out, in and out. She just kept pumping her filthy fingers into me and I couldn't do anything but sit there and take it. "Fuck." I whispered, feeling my walls clench around her.

"Say my name, Lena. Moan it." Zarya chuckled, sucking on the thin skin of my neck. I shook my head and felt her pump harder. Faster and deeper. Hwe lips went down and kissed my stomach as she lifted up my shirt. I bit my lip. "Say. It." She growled, leaving more hickeys along my white skin.

Slowly, my lips open and a small whimper came out, "A-Amelie..."

Amelie?

Why did I say her name?

She thrusted her fingers into me one last time before I felt my body twitch at the climax. She kept her fingers inside as I rode it out, moaning softly and felt my body collapse into the restraints that were still keeping my body standing.

"Amelie?" Zarya growled, licking my juices from off of her fingers. "So she's seen this body too? How fucking annoying."

I felt so disgusting.

I closed my eyes and tried to rewrite the whole scene. This time it would be Amelie. Amelie was the one touching me. The thoughts were so strange but, at the moment it was the only thing keeping me from passing out. My eyes were struggling to keep open as I looked towards the asshole as she left.

She pressed the button and my body lifelessly fell to the ground. Why was I acting so weak? I felt so gone. My body's wounds hurt so bad and the feeling of the rest of my juices sliding down my thigh made me want to throw up. All I did was stare at the wall.

Amelie was right.

I couldn't do this.

"No." I shook away the thought. I was self-pitying like some pathetic bitch. "Fuck." I lifted myself up and felt my legs slowly go limp as I tried to stand up. McCree walked over to help me up but I shooed her away.

"Shut up." He rolled his eyes, taking my arm over his shoulder anyway. "I just saw my friend get finger raped. Just let me fucking help you okay?"

I didn't fight back.

The McCree dropped me beside the wall, next to Angela and two others. I felt Angela slowly caress my hair as I stared at the bars. "I'll get you guys out, okay?"

"Just you?" Angela chuckled, "You're strong but... you aren't invincible."

I shook my head. "It's a Boss's job to take care of their boys! The Boss is invincible!"

Jesse laughed, sitting next to me. "Is that what you think of Amelie. That she's invincible?"

I shrugged and closed my eyes, the image of the stupid demon filling my mind. "She can take on anyone. Anything."

"And you think she could do that by herself?" Mei spoke up. "What in hell do you think a Mafia is, Lena? She's strong because she receives help."

"You know... we may not know a lot about that shadowy, depressing mind of yours." Hana spoke softly, smiling. "But, you know the darkness is a little less scary when you share it with someone."

...With someone, huh?

My mind was so empty. In this moment, I wasn't mad or glad for any of this. For once I was listening. And it was starting to make sense. "How stupid..." I chuckled a bit, "You know me better than I do."

Our peace and quiet was interrupted when two minions appeared at the cell door and opened it. "You're being moved." One of them spoke, wrapping their hands around my arm. As they picked me up, I nearly collapsed.

"What are you fucking doing with her?" McCree stepped forward to punch one of the men but, they pressed the button, sending everyone flying to the wall.

I tried to fight but, my body was so numb. "Dammit!" I growled as they shut the cell behind me. "Where the hell do you think you're taking me?"

"Young Boss wants you in a segregated cage. So he can have more... fun." They chuckled, sending shivers down my skin.

They pulled me into another hallway and threw me into this really dark room. When the shut the metal door, all there was, was a black screen. I couldn't see a single thing. And right there... I felt so scared. The darkness this time was visible, it was all around me but I couldn't touch it and I couldn't escape it.

I wanted to cry but, what good would that do?

Fear was something I hadn't felt in so long. And in that moment, it was so overwhelming.

The darkness is less scary when I share it with someone? But... I don't want to pull someone into it. I don't want them to have to suffer and be afraid of it.

At least, though, I understand now.

I had to be strong or else... I thought I could never escape. The fear of that was too much to handle. But, it seems I can never find my way out unless someone can carve me a path. I needed... help. But who? If someone enters this abyss they may lose the way out too.

Perhaps trying to find it would be easier with someone who is already in their own darkness. Someone who is searching for the same path as me. I needed help from that someone.

My fingers shakily went through my hair and I felt the hardness of my cellphone. With my other hand, I took my ponytail down, feeling my locks graze on my shoulders as I fully grabbed onto the device. I let out a hiss seeing the light and then a breath of relief as it cleared some of the darkness.

As I typed in the numbers, I laid on the ground, my knees to my chest as the phone rang. Almost immediately, I heard the line connect. There was no voices, only the two of us breathing. I covered my face as I began to talk, "Amelie... Please... Help me."

She chuckled, and I could feel her grin through the phone,

"It was about damn time, cherie."

Part Two End.

Hey mates, hope you enjoyed the chapter. Remember those Rated M warnings from before? There was a reason they were there, yeah? Hope I didn't gross any of you out, but it does get a bit worse than that in the future so fair warning.

Part Three is coming in 1-2 weeks, so stay tuned!

Until next time!