This is a DARK chapter. Not meant for children. This is high T, maybe even M, depending on what you consider to be rated M.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

WARNINGS: NON GRAPHIC RAPE

Why do you have to sell me to those mean old men?

They cut me up in places,

I don't even understand,

It's normalcy to me, but how will my friends understand?

I'm ten years old,

Runnin' from a million men.

A million men.

-"A Million Men" by Melanie Martinez

Evie was way too young to understand when her mother tossed her to the wolves.

She was five years old when her mother grabbed her by the hand and took her into one of their many guest bedrooms. A tall, thin man was waiting for them.

"You have an hour," Evil Queen said. "Pay up."

The man handed her mother a basket of beauty supplies and creams and make up and such. Obviously, the nicest collection you could get on the Isle.

Her mother exited the room, leaving Evie alone with the man, who approached her with a smile that made her stomach turn.

"Don't be afraid, honey," the man said, kneeling down and grabbing her chin to prevent her from taking a step back. "I won't hurt you."

He touched his lips against her's, and his fingers grazed her thigh, beginning to snake its way under her skirt.

Something felt so wrong about this, but five year old Evie didn't know what it was.

She didn't understand.

She's five years old, and she's sleeping with a man eight times her age, and she wants to know why.

Jay was running. He really had no other choice.

His father had forgotten to pay one of his debts again, and his father was flat out broke, so he decided to pay the men with something else. His only son.

There were three of them, and Jay could tell from the spark in his father's eyes that this wouldn't be the last time this happened.

He'd broken free before they'd gotten what they came for, and his feet hammered against the cobblestones on the ground. He was in a dark alley, and he could see light at the end of the path.

"Gotcha!"

Hands grabbed him from behind and threw him into the dirt. He was being pinned down by three men much older and stronger than him.

"Jay!" A familiar voice shouted, but Jay couldn't place it in his panic.

The person tried to help Jay, but two of the men grabbed the boy and pinned him to the ground. Even one of the men managed to keep Jay on the ground.

"Please!" Jay begged. He wasn't proud of it, but his pride was the least of his worries now.

The man just laughed.

They took turns, and by the end, Jay was sobbing and broken. The men ran away, releasing both Jay and the other boy, but Jay was in too much pain-both emotional and physical- to move.

The boy appeared at his side, and Jay recognized him.

"Go," Jay snapped, wiping away his tears.

"You don't want me to leave," the boy said.

"How would you know?" Jay growled.

The boy smiled, weakly and bitterly.

"Because I know how it feels," Carlos De Vil replied.

Carlos slid into the limousine that would take him and his friends to Aurodan.

"Woo-hoo!" someone hollered, and Carlos glanced out the window to see three middle aged men staring back.

*FLASHBACK*

"No, Mom! Please!" Carlos begged as his mother approached the door. She was too busy counting the cash in her hands to notice his pleas.

She was selling him. Her only child.

"No! No! Stop!" Carlos wailed as the men pinned him to the floor, laughing and whistling as they tore his clothes off. "No!"

"Come on, kid," one of them chuckled. "It won't hurt."

The man lied. It hurt more than anything Carlos had ever felt before, and his heart hurt more than his body if that was even possible.

The men left the room, but they never left Carlos's memory.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

A hand touched his shoulder, and Carlos turned to see Jay staring back. The limo was pulling away from the crowd. The look in Jay's eyes made his message very clear:

We're free.

Carlos was fourteen and running from the men; he could only hope his past never caught up to him.

Mal didn't know how Ben found out, but he did, and she didn't know how to explain any of it.

*FLASHBACK*

Mal screamed as she was thrown into a wall, and hands pressed her shoulders into the bricks at her back.

"Let me go!" she growled, turning her eyes green.

The man smiled with rotten teeth. "Don't even try that, girly."

"My mother is Maleficent. She will kill you!"

"Oh, honey, who do you think sent me?"

Mal's eyes widened. No. Her mother wouldn't.

Hands were everywhere, and she was crying and kicking and scratching, but nothing she did granted her the upper hand.

She didn't surrender, but she didn't win either. The man got what he came for and left.

He left a fractured heart and a bitter little girl behind.

The next week, the man was found beaten to a bloody pulp in a back alleyway. He had no memory of the event, and no one ever found out who did it. Mal wanted to keep it that way.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

"Don't even try, Ben!" she shouted. "You don't know what it's like!"

Ben nodded. "I know I don't. I'm not trying to understand. You don't have to talk about it until you're ready."

Mal's eyes watered at the statement. She didn't tell anyone because she was afraid they would press her to talk about it, and Ben saying she didn't have to talk until she was ready… it meant more to her than words can say.

Mal broke down in her boyfriend's arms.

She was sixteen with a history of rape and violence and a man she would never forget, but with Ben, maybe she could move on.

Hi, guys. This is not the last chapter, but the story will not be a priority now. I will be doing chapters as I get requests or if I have a sudden burst of inspiration when it comes to this story. This could mean months between updates. That does not mean the story is complete or abandoned. It means I'm waiting on requests. Even if I eventually label the story as complete, you can still give me a request and I will likely do it.

Thanks for reading!