Over the next four years, Andrea began to learn more and more about how much Constance had meant to the Head Mistress. And also about how much she was going to pay for not measuring up to her.

For the first few months all she dealt with were daily beatings, some more intense than others. But then the school began to have financial issues, and as Hecketty began meeting with investors, and various businessmen, she noticed them always eyeing Andrea as she entered the room. Willing to do anything to keep her school afloat, and desperate to find a new way of punishing Andrea, she proposed a sort of trade with the men. Money for a night with Andrea, for them to do as they wish to her. This went over better than expected, the men were coming on a weekly bases, and paying more ad more for each night. It was excellent.

For three more years, Andrea was raped, beaten and violated in the worst of ways. Everything and anything was done to her. She was tied up, choked, bound, etc. She grew colder and harder with each passing night.

After the first year she no longer cried.

After the second all she felt was numbness.

And after the third, she had practically become stone, cruel to any person who came near her. Any friends she may have had in the beginning were long gone, unable to deal with her coldness. She gained the nick names 'Ice Queen', 'Broomhead Jr.' and 'Dragon Lady'

The night of her escape was no different then any other night when it started. After her classes she went up to her room to prepare for her regulars. Putting on the outfits they liked, curling her hair, all without a trace of emotion on her face. As she put the finishing touches on her face, she pulled back to gaze at her reflection in the large mirror.

And for the first time in a long time, Andrea felt something. A sort of cracking, and all that she had been holding in over the years came flooding out. Buckling over in tears, and silent cries of pain and loss. Andrea cried. She cried for what seemed like forever, before standing back up.

Gazing at her ruined make up, and rumpled negligée. She had a thought.

I can't do this.

And then another

I can not do this.

And then,

"I can't."

Bolting from the room, Andrea shoved open the door. Unbeknownst to her her first customer was on the other side, she proceeded to bump into him then in a hurry push past him. But he was faster. Grabbing hold of her wrist twisting her around to hold on tighter

"Woah where're you going baby, I've got plans for you tonight. Don't think I'm going to let you leave without getting my money's worth out of you."

The anger in Andrea began to boil up inside of her, red sparks dancing on the tips of her fingers. Finally so much anger was coursing through her veins, that it shot through her fingers pinning the man to the wall. Walking over to him Andrea spat.

"You won't be getting anything from me tonight, you fucking low life bastard."

About to walk away, she turned back and added.

"And I'm not your baby. " Giving him one finale blast from her finger tips, he slumped to the floor unconscious.

Then she ran.

As Andrea ran she was triggering alarms, unbeknownst to her. These silent alarms sent off loud alarms in the headmistresses bedroom, where she had been counting the revenue from the evening customers. Quickly she realized which witch was on the run, dashing for the door and down the staircase she raced after Andrea. Screaming out for her, as she entered the courtyard she saw a flash of dark brown hair whip around the bend and into the trail leading towards the river.

As Andrea burst into the courtyard she felt the heavy rain splash down on her, it was like all the dirt and filth from the academy was being washed away. She knew her only escape was to make it across the giant river and into the next town where she could try and stow away until she could leave the country safely. She kept running faster and faster, heart thumping with the taste of freedom, she didn't even feel the first blow until she was face down in the mud. Confused and in pain Andrea quickly whipped her head around to see Hecketty only a couple hundred yards behind her, fingers pointed to do harm. Hopping back up and running with even more determination that last time, she fled, knowing that if she was caught that would be it. There would be no more beatings, no more men, no more Andrea. She would be killed.

It was this determination that carried Andrea through the countless hits she took that night, that carried her across the river where she managed to move under a rock for safety, that saved her life. It was also her hell bent resolve to make the one person who had brought all this pain on to Andrea pay. Constance Hardbroom.

Andrea awoke very early the next morning and made her way down to the staff room. As she entered she began to make her self a cup of coffee, once done she slumped down in her chair and inhaled deeply.

Looking back on the hate that she had felt for Constance when she first arrived at Cackles and the years before, it confused her why it had been so easy to let most of it go. She no longer wanted to bring harm upon Constance, she wanted to know her, help her. What if it had been the same for her, what if it had been worse? But the moment she met eyes with the strong, powerful Constance she knew she didn't hate her. She felt sorry for her, she looked colder than Andrea had ever been, broken down. Though when they fought Andrea saw the passion the flare, so she knew all Constance needed was some one who knew what she had gone through at Hecketty's hand.

Noticing her mug was empty, she made her way towards the pot to pour another, as she made her way there a figure appeared directly in front of her. Not having enough time to stop her self Andrea collided with the figure. Both of them tumbling to the ground with a thud. Regaining focus, Andrea realized that the person, who was now under neath her, was in fact the very woman that had been taking up her morning thoughts.

"Constance? don't you ever use the door?"

Constance, who was caught completely off guard by the fact that someone had been up earlier than she, slowly began to register the feelings that were coming to her from having Andrea's body wriggling on top of her trying to get off. Face flushing, a warmth flooding between her thighs. Getting freaked out slightly she quickly pulled Andrea off and pushed herself a foot away.

"No Andrea, because no one is normally up at this time, um sorry."

Crap did I just say sorry, ugh. Oh maybe she didn't notice.

Looking back up at Andrea, she noticed her starring right at her, like she was a piece of meat. It was making her uncomfortable and tingly at the same time, feeling a blush creep up along her neck and her cheeks heat up, Constance had never felt so examined before. But it wasn't a bad examination, she began to like being the center of Andrea's gaze, squirming a little at the wetness soaking through her underwear. Then realizing they were still sitting on the ground she quickly sprung up to standing, brushing her dress off, and calling out for Andrea to get up.

"Andrea"

Andrea could see Constance's mouth moving but couldn't make out what was being said. Her mind was too full of things she wanted to do to her. She noticed a change in Constance when she began trying to get off her, squirming a little she felt Constance tense. Looking up she saw a flush a long her cheeks and a lust in her eyes, it shocked her at first, then once she was shoved off she began to really look at her. Taking in her squirming, which confirmed her lust, and the a blush that began to spread down her neck. Wishing Constance didn't wear such conservative clothing, needing to see more of her pale, soft looking skin. Wanting to let it out of the black constraints of Constances clothing, Andrea began to raise and walk toward her. Arms beginning to raise up to grab hold of the collar.

Reacting quickly Constance grabbed Andrea's wrists, halting it's journey towards her body. Big mistake. As soon as she felt Andrea's soft silky skin under her hands, she wanted more. Beginning to tug Andrea even further into her, Constance began to lean in towards Andrea's face. So focussed on Andrea's ruby lips, Constance didn't hear the approaching foot steps of the other staff members. It wasn't until the door swung open that she even knew they were up. Quickly she released Andrea's wrists, turning her back on the door trying to regain her composure.

"Oh Andrea, Constance. You're up early, aren't you?" Miss Cackles greeted.

Quickly reacting, trying to mask the tension in the room, so thick you could slice with a knife. Constance responded

"This is the normal time that I am awake at, I believe Andrea went for a quick jog this morning. Isn't that right Andrea?"

But Andrea just stood there with a blank stare.

She tried to kiss me. She was definitely about to kiss me. Right? I mean she was leaning, and staring. That means she felt the same thing I did. Oh these people have such bad timing.

"Andrea?!"

Snapping out of her refection Andrea responded.

"Huh? What? Sorry were you talking to me. Heh I must of just zoned out there. (awkward laugh)"

"Constance, was just telling us ow you went for a jog, that's why you're up so early." Miss Bat said.

"Oh right, ya I had a nice one. Very calming. Um well I better go wake my guests before the day begins. I am just so excited for the performances tonight."

Andrea quickly rushed out the door, leaving a confused staff in her wake.

"Hmm, well that was odd. Would anyone care for some hot tea? Constance? " Miss Cackles asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Um no thank you, I have something I need to go do. Sorry" She stated as she rushed out the door.

"Did she just apologize?" Questioned a flabbergasted Miss Bat,

"Ya, and not only that. She used the door." Responded MIss Drill.

"Hmm, quite odd." Puzzled Amelia, but quickly turned back to pouring out the tea.