Disclaimer: If we owned Willy Wonka, we'd be sitting with him in the Chocolate Room in his factory, listening to the Oompa Loompas dance and sing for us. Sadly, we don't, so here's the fic we made up to compensate for our lack of everything Wonka.

A/N: We're truly sorry that there wasn't much Wonka in the last chapter; however, there is a lot more of him in this chapter! We hope you're liking it so far and don't forget, reviews inspire us to write about Oompa Loompas!

Chapter 3-Sacrifice:

"What are you talking about? I just came in here to get my cousin," Nika said, a confused look on her face.

"You sent this little one in to steal my ideas! And then you came in after her when you saw me grab her!" cried Mr. Wonka, his indigo eyes piercing through her green ones.

"No, I didn't send her in to steal your ideas! I…" Nika tried to explain.

He cut her off.

"So she is a spy for someone else? Aha!" The much taller chocolatier had her poor cousin by the hand and yanked her arm up. Kylie stood on her tiptoes to keep from being lifted completely off the ground.

"No, please let her go, she didn't do anything harmful. Just, please, let her go and we'll leave." Nika pleaded.

"I don't think so," Mr. Wonka frigidly replied, his eyes turning even more emotionless than before. "She trespassed on private property. I think instead of turning her into the police, I'll just keep her here and have her work for me. She'll never get the chance to break-and-enter again," he said, a cold smile working its way onto his face.

"You're hurting her, just let her go for now, at least?" she asked.

"You'll have to speak up, I can't hear you very well," he said, holding a hand up to his ear, as though mocking her.

'Could this really be Mr. Wonka? The man I've always wanted to meet?' Danika thought in surprise and dismay. Kylie was struggling to get free of his grasp, but his purple latex-gloved hand wouldn't budge. 'How could a man who brings such happiness to people be so heartless?'

"You may go, but she stays with me," he said lowering the girl's arm at last.

"She still has her whole life ahead of her. She's just a little girl; can't you just let her go? Please?" Nika begged, her eyes rimming with tears. A feeling of hopelessness was setting into her heart.

"No," was all he said.

"Then, will you take me instead?" she asked, desperate for Kylie's release. It was the only thing she could think of doing, and Nika prayed it would work.

The gloved hand suddenly let go of the little girls arm. Kylie rushed over and grabbed her cousin around the waist, visibly trembling from fear. Nika wrapped her arms around her, doing her best to try and sooth her as best she could.

"What did you say?" he asked, taking a step closer in disbelief.

At the sound of his voice, Kylie whimpered in fear as she shifted around her cousin, hiding behind her in an attempt to get away from the man who had frightened her and held her prisoner.

"I said, will you take me instead?" Nika replied, trying her best not to let her emotions show.

Looking from the woman to the little girl behind her, Mr. Wonka came to a quick conclusion.

"She is free to go, but you stay with me," he said turning his back on the two.

Nika dropped down on her knees in front of Kylie, holding the little girl tightly by the shoulders and looking her deep in the eye, showing how serious the situation was. She swore she could see her cousin's heartbreak at the idea of leaving her behind, but there wasn't really a choice.

"Run home, tell your mom and dad what happened, okay? I love you, Kylie," she said, hugging her cousin and pressing a kiss to her forehead. Kylie hugged her back, then nodded and took off sprinting out the door, through the gate, and down the street.

Standing up, Nika followed Mr. Wonka down the hallway of the factory, her head hanging low, wondering what he was going to do to her.

Kylie raced home as fast as she could, tears streaming down her face. She had to tell her parents what had happened. They had to save Nika from that scary man. Kylie's mind had already begun to spin a web of thoughts about what the man could be doing to her cousin at that very moment.

When she reached her home, her mother and father were thankfully still awake in the living room. She rushed in and started trying to tell them what had happened as fast as she could.

"Whoa, slow down poppet," her father said, placing both hands on her shoulders to try and calm her down. "Now, what happened?"

"Nika's just been taken into his factory!" Kylie exclaimed.

"Who's factory," her mother asked.

"Willy Wonka's! He tried to take me, but she said she would stay instead! We have to go help her!" Kylie said exasperatedly, as if her parents should have known. The two adults glanced at each other with a knowing look.

"Why don't you go to bed sweetie, we'll figure all this out," Geoff replied, patting her on the head.

"But Nika's in trouble, we need to go help her!" Kylie shouted, trying to get them to understand what had happened.

"Just go to bed, we'll fix this, Kylie." Marian ordered, pointing upstairs towards the bedroom.

Kylie stared at her mother, open-mouthed with anger, but obliged, quickly defeated by her parents. Stalking up to her room, Kylie felt renewed tears stream down her cheeks. She knew they didn't believe her. Throwing herself onto her bed she let the tears flow as she looked out her window at the factory she'd dreamt about so often. As her eyes drifted shut, Kylie tried not to think about what could possibly be happening to her beloved older cousin in the hands of the world's most beloved chocolatier.

Nika nervously followed the tall man down numerous corridors, lost in thought. She knew Aunt Marian and Uncle Geoff wouldn't believe Kylie; they had joked so much about being abducted and taken into the factory that her aunt and uncle would just think it as one of their many silly games. Oh, well, she had thought it was at least worth a try. Trying not to cry, Nika looked up at the man in front of her and wondered if this could really be the man who she had looked up to, even fantasized about.

The chocolate maker was tall, but slumped forward a bit, almost like he was trying to hide inside his long plum coat. Eyes she knew were the color and texture of hard amethysts were set in a face that was pale, obviously from the lack of warmth and light from the sun. His chin-length, reddish-brown hair fell over his pale cheeks, casting his face in shadow. His hat sat high on his head, making him at least a foot taller than he actually was, and he held a candy-filled cane with a black and white swirled ball on top for the handgrip. If the circumstances weren't so disturbing, she would have thought him attractive, even handsome. Pushing those thoughts aside, Nika tried to focus on keeping up with him.

After a while he turned back to face her. "This is your room," he said, pointing at a white door with a gold knocker and doorknob.

Pushing it open, she saw a moderately comfortable room with an average sized bed and a window overlooking the town. It was quiet and dark, reflecting how she felt at the moment. Nika then realized that the room smelled of vanilla, her favorite fragrance, and that the whole décor was an off-white color. Everything from the sheets to the furniture fabrics were the same shade, the woods a deep brown. It was simple, yet elegant. Despite what she thought about Mr. Wonka, she had to admit he had good taste in design.

"Are you sure? This is an awfully nice room for someone you're punishing," Nika said, taking a step into the room.

"Would you rather sleep in the basement? That can be arranged," he said, his voice sending shivers up her spine.

"No, I was merely asking…" she started, but was interrupted.

"Do not question me. You will learn that in time," he snapped, his steely indigo gaze piercing into her own.

"Tell me something, please?" When he raised an eyebrow she continued. "I heard so many stories about Mr. Wonka when I was little. What happened to him? How can you be so cold and heartless when you bring so many people such joy through your candy?"

He sighed and looked away for a moment, then looked back into her eyes. If it was possible, the amethyst orbs seemed even colder than they were before.

"Because no one ever brought me joy; why should I treat them kindly?" he asked, staring her down. She just flinched a little at the hurt she could feel through his statement. "Someone will come for you tomorrow or whenever I desire to see you," he said his voice deathly cold. With that he turned and closed the door behind him.

Nika heard the lock turn and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She sat down on her bed and fell into her pillows, unable to hold back her tears any longer. Sobs racked her body as she felt a wave of depression roll over her body with the realization that she may never leave the factory, or see her family ever again. Soon, the warm smell of vanilla began to calm her, and she was reduced to silent tears until she fell asleep.

AN: Well, there's chapter 3! We hope that people like it and will review to tell us what they think of our collective work!