AN: Thank you for all of your lovely words of encouragement on my last chapter and being so patient with me! I don't have much to say about this one thought! I debated on making it longer but I liked the cliff hanger a little too much! I hope you guys like it!

Chapter Eleven: Found Another Victim

Flowey's office was at the end of the long range of hallways. It had clearly been a bedroom at one point but the bed had been replaced with a large desk and swivel chair, the smaller desk in the corner covered with a mixture of paper, money, and product. The mob boss sat with his hands folded, sitting upright in his chair as he waited for the girl to be delivered to him. He'd made the specific request that she be brought in the exact state they found her in and the perverted parts of him hoped that meant without clothes. He could hear faint footsteps echoing in the hallway and knew it was either his guards returning to him or a girl leaving her room. He was hoping for the first option. He had twenty girls total and hoped to have twenty one by the time this conversation was over. He lit a cigarette just as the door creaked open and the two men brought the half naked girl into the room. It wasn't what he'd hoped for exactly but it was better than her being fully clothed. He looked her up and down, admiring her curves and smooth skin. She was definitely his type of girl. The more he looked at her the more he wanted her.. and the more uncomfortable Frisk became. She tried to cover her body the best she could but her arms could only cover so much. She felt weak and vulnerable but she tried not to let it show. Sans wanted her to be brave so she would try her damndest to be. She turned her nose up, keeping her face blank despite the fact that she was trembling. Flowey noticed of course. He always noticed the little details.

"Nice to see you again, my dear," he cooed, flicking an ash into the ashtray next to his files. The whole room had dim lighting and the lamp on the desk illuminated his features in such a sinister way. A chill went down Frisk's spine but she remained quiet, pinching her lips together. He gestured for her to sit and when she didn't, he snapped his fingers and one of the guards lifted her and sat her down in the chair despite the fact that she struggled. Flowey just chuckled and shook his head, taking another long draw on his Newport.

"Being difficult will get you nowhere, darling. Lets not forget I hold the keys to your friends' futures. The more you fight me, the more I can hurt them."

The girl's heart started to race. He'd apparently done all of this just to spite Mettaton in the first place and after the story Sans had told her, she didn't want any further pain to come to her friend or any of the other girls. They went through enough as it was. For the greater good, she would cooperate.

"Lets start with a name," he said, drumming the fingers of his free hand against the wood, giving her another once over. The way he looked at her made her feel so sick. Hopefully this conversation didn't last long because she didn't know how much of him she could handle.

"Frisk," she told him, her voice coming out as soft and shaky instead of confident like she had intended it to. She didn't really care much at this point. He was a creep and so what if he knew he was getting to her. She was stuck here anyway.

"Last name?"

"No last name. Just Frisk."

He put his but out, blowing his last puff of smoke and extended a hand. "Nice to meet you Frisk. I'm Flowey."

Despite her better judgement, she took his hand. It was cold and boney but oddly smooth and soft. Underneath the smell of smoke, he emanated something tropical like mango and coconuts and she started to wonder if it was from lotion or body wash. It overpowered the smell of his cologne and made him less unpleasant somehow. She shook twice then quickly let go, thrusting her hands into her lap.

"Frisk, I want you to know that it's not you that I'm unhappy with. Mettaton knows the rules. He's been here long enough to know. He shouldn't have been hiding you the way he did. Had he talked to me, I'm sure we could have worked out an arrangement sooner. I'm sorry tonight had to go the way it did but he tried my hand. You understand don't you?" He didn't wait for her to answer and continue his little rant. "Now, as much as I'd like to let you stay, if I let you stay for free, I'd have to let the other girls stay for free and I can't have that, now can I?" He folded his hands once more and leaned forward against the desk. "So the way I see it, we have a few options. You're very talented my dear. You have the voice of an angel and with some practice, I'm sure you could get more difficult choreography down. You've already had a taste of what the nights are like here and it wasn't so bad was it? You learn to get used to it."

Flowey opened a drawer and pulled rummaged around inside it for a moment before he produced a packet of papers, sliding it across the table for Frisk to see. "This is a binding contract that all of my girls have signed, stating that you relinquish your services to me in exchange for food, clothing, housing and protection. Now, you and I can work out an agreement right here right now and you can sign this, making you one of my dancers. If you choose this route, I will give you your own apartment upstairs unless you chose to stay with Mettaton, who will train you. He will teach you the dances and the songs and take you to your outfit fittings as well as fill you in on the way things work around here if you haven't already figured it out. However, if you don't choose to go this route and you choose not to be one of my dancers I'm afraid I will have to ask you to vacate the premises and you will be forced back onto the street. You will be banned from the property and will be removed if you are sighted here. These are your options, Frisk."

Her heart sank immediately. Her only options were to engage in this madness or be homeless again? This was going to be the toughest decision she ever had to make. There was no way she'd get this lucky again. Sooner or later someone would come along and take her virginity from her. They would beat her and rape her and steal the light within her heart... or she could starve to death on the street. Her stomach churned and she started crying, placing one hand over her mouth as she stared at the contract with disdain.

Flowey stood up and walked around the table, placing both hands on Frisk's shoulders, slowly massaging them. He leaned in, his lips close to her ear and whispered, "The choice is yours."