Hours had passed since Buffy and Faith had parted ways. The blonde now sat in their apartment studying her reflection in the mirror tracing her fingers over the several souvenirs the brunette had left on her face from the punch. Buffy flashed back to the restaurant, tears filled in her eyes as her focus moved to a nearby wall clock causing a swarm of bad butterflies to hit the pit of the blonde's stomach. No matter what was said between them that night all she wanted was for her younger sister slayer to return home safe and sound. Pacing the apartment glancing at the clock continuously throughout each hour that passed, Buffy decided to find something to finally numb the pain turning her heel into the kitchen area grabbing a bottle of wine from the small but convenient nearby wine rack not even bothering to grab herself a glass but deciding to drink the dark red fluid straight from the bottle.
She then turned her attention to Faith's closet grabbing one of the dark maroon leather jacket's that caught her eye. She placed the jacket under her nose feeling the tears starting to build again as the warm smell of cinnamon, dark cherry and tobacco filled her nostrils. Her grip became harder of the material as the sound of the clock ticking becoming more deafening for the blonde slayer causing her body to sink to the floor. As she sat on the floor, leaning herself against the closet and eyes glued to the door she eventually allowed herself to cry between gulps of the red liquid as her mind raced thinking about Faith's whereabouts over the last few hours. She went over all the different scenarios in her head in regards to their conversation in the restaurant wishing she had said something...anything different. What if Faith's idea was something they could work on? Why did their evening turn so suddenly? Did Faith take Buffy's last words to her as a goodbye? In time the blonde passed out from exhaustion and the effect of the alcohol, wrapping herself up like a burrito in the brunette's leather jacket.
Meanwhile from Venice to Apulia a region of southern Italy, miles away from where Faith had just started to consider home. The sound of a large group of Italian men could be heard speaking in their native language as the brunette finally woke from what felt like another coma. She winced as her eyes adjusted around the room trying to move before realising her arms and legs were bound to a chair, and the drugs she had previously been injected with were still coursing through her veins. She lifted her head up slowly, her eyes looking for the noise of the men talking amongst themselves trying to make out what they could be discussing but she wasn't having much luck understanding. It possibly wasn't helping that both ears were ringing and her vision still not adjusted fully.
Looking around frantically for an escape panic began to set in for the slayer as there was nothing in sight except a large stack of numerous boxes in the far corner and an empty chair facing her. The voices of the men seemed to creep closer making Faith freak out pulling on the ropes that bounded her, suddenly she stopped in her tracks as a warm male husky breath was heard behind her ear. "Gentile da parte tua unirti a noi amore mio"
She gritted her teeth together before replying back "Let's get one thing straight...I am not your love!" she spat at the mysterious stranger. "And who is us huh? What the fuck was this thing about a test? And where the hell am I?" She would soon regret her unintentional rant as the back of her hair was yanked forcing her gaze to the agitated male now above her.
"Shut your mouth whore...You don't have the right to ask questions...I do...you answer my questions! Is that clear?!" he roared back at the slightly terrified brunette. She simply nodded, scowling at the aggressive male as he sat on the chair across from her pulling out a gun from his back pocket flicking his forefinger over the revolver of the weapon as his eyes barred into Faith. The distorted slayer shuddered at the sight of him. He was dressed in a smart suit and tie with both sleeves rolled up slightly, minimal facial hair portraying only a small goatee and black hair slicked back he uncovered once removing a fedora resting it on the back of the chair before he continued to speak. "You will do well to respect your superior fica!"
Faith bit her bottom lip at hearing the last word unable to keep her emotions at bay. "You ain't my fucking superior...sexisit pig" She had barely finished her sentence before taking a harsh blow to the face being almost being certain her jaw had been broken. She tasted a large amount of blood spitting it towards the aggressive male which didn't help matters as he reached a boiling point with the brunette female grasping at her neck squeezing hard as he moved in closer to her.
"You will do well to keep that smart ass mouth of yours shut...or I'm going to shut it for you cagna! Do you fucking understand?" He pressed harder into her windpipe with his thumb causing her to whimper. "Are we clear slayer?"
She nodded slowly before he released her. "Wait...how do you know I'm..." Before she could stop herself from talking and learning to obey this asshole for as long as she had to he had already decided he was going to teach her a lesson grabbing the back of the defenseless slayers hair yanking hard on each strand, his other hand unzipping his trousers causing Faith to flinch and struggle against his strong grip. "Please...don't..I'm sorry..please don't make me..."
He cut her off instantly " I told you to shut the fuck up! Ti mostrerò cosa succede alle donne che non ascoltano!" he bawled talking down to the brunette. Faith shook her head begging for him to stop as terror began to take over her as he pulled her closer to his hard cock. Tears ran down her face as he lowered his gun to her forehead making her whole body flinch as it clicked, though still trying to fight against the humiliating act but this only caused him to become more agitated pushing his member closer towards her lips, eventually forcing her lips open ramming his cock to the back of her throat causing her to gag. "Ah..si Amore mio!" he gasped in pleasure as the slayer's warm slavia coated around him. He grunted loudly as he thrust hard pounding the back of her throat with each thrust as more tears continued to roll down her cheeks, trying to force her throat to relax against him.
For once her intrusive thoughts came at the right time as she imagined biting down hard on his cock, ripping the ropes that bounded her to the chair before snatching the gun and shooting this motherfucker. She sobbed as she snapped out of her thoughts back to the nightmare she was currently in suddenly feeling her mouth and throat coated in thick cum causing her to retch against him before he finally released her. She spat the liquid onto the floor beside her attempting to catch her breath before the male reached down to her face gripping at her jaw. "You got anything else to say bitch huh?" he shouted so loud it echoed around the large empty room.
Faith shook her head and softly answered "No Sir". He grinned as he adjusted himself before settling back down in the chair taking out a pack of smokes from his suit jacket lighting one while studying the slayer.
"We have been watching you for some time bellissimo..." He paused as he admired her beauty before continuing. "...For the last year, we have observed you Lehane...what you can do and we think you would be a good asset to us. You just need to do what we ask of you...and in return, you will be rewarded handsomely. Though you don't fit the usual profile being femmina..." He licked his bottom lip as his eyes wandered up and down the brunette's body. "...And I have my concerns about you, but we will see if you can prove yourself to us signora" Faith's didn't answer but tilted her head as if wanting more information and as if he knew the Italian took a long drag of his cigarette before he continued to speak. "You could be what we need here ...you have strength and integrity..difficult to find especially in a woman, but here you are. Slayer. The Slayer if I am correct before there were loads of you bitches walking around the earth...you were the main attraction but you don't belong with them Faith. Me and You know that don't we tesoro?" He leaned forward flashing her a smug grin but she still didn't respond to him. "You were never meant to be in that world Faith...you were made for something better..greater..." He stood up with excitement his hands to the air before bringing them to Faith's shoulders. "So tell me chica...you want in?"
Faith softly shook her head about to open her mouth but terrified of the consequences if she did, but was soon prompted to as the mysterious male allowed her to finally speak. "I don't wanna be a part of this...whatever you need me for...you got the wrong girl...stupratore!" Faith spat.
The male gritted his teeth and slapped the brunette across the face. "Come ti permetti puttana! Fica ingrata fottuta!" he grabbed at her throat tight yanking her to the floor with the chair causing the ropes to snap that bounded her before placing one of his black leather boots onto the back of her neck pinning her to the floor. Faith fought back the tears and whimpered as his weight and a large amount of drugs still in her system made her completely helpless. "Stefano! Marco!" he bellowed.
"Si Angelo?" one of the men spoke back.
"Questa cagna non vuole collaborare!" he replied pressing the boot harder against the back of Faith's neck causing her to scream out in pain. The two men summoned by the leader stood beside him looking down at the helpless slayer.
"Boss!" they both muttered in sync awaiting their next orders.
"This bitch needs teaching a lesson or two about manners!" he spoke in a soft tone as his eyes bared into her body.
"Non ha accettato l'offerta?" one of the men asked if the slayer had not accepted the offer Angelo gave her.
Angelo tutted softly and shook his head. "Shame...I liked this one! I thought she was going to make it...unlike the last femmina" he began to trail off as Faith tried to make out their conversation realising the dead woman she saw moments before being taken was, in fact, their last recruit. As Faith became lost in her own thoughts she soon became distracted and missed the last few words from Angelo before feeling another prick at the back of her neck plunging her back into darkness.
The sun was just beginning to rise from outside and back in Venice the blonde slayer was staring blankly at a pot of hot coffee listening to the ticking of the clock echoing around the apartment lost in thoughts of where the brunette could have ended up or who she ended up with. Buffy scoffed and curled her lip slightly as if jealousy took over for a moment as her mind raced thinking of who might have their paws all over her sister slayer. Not that it was any of her business but the blonde became more curious before deciding to take her coffee into the bedroom area staring longly into the closet at the numerous garments hanging before she made the decision to get out of the apartment and look for the missing brunette. Overreacting was something Buffy did a lot of but something wasn't right this time. Her slayer senses were off balance like something had changed overnight something felt uneasy, and for the first time since knowing the brunette Buffy was lost without her.
Back in Apulia in the large warehouse muffled screams could be heard from the inside as Stefano and Marco served the slayer her punishment. Faith screamed into the gag that had recently been placed around her mouth burying her face into the pillows below her as each of the men took it in turns to violate her body. Faith's screams slowly turned to sobs as she felt her insides burning from the sexual act taking place as one of the men penetrating her leaned over her small body pressing his flesh into her own dominating over her as his hips thrust harder fucking the defenseless slayer against her own will. Laughs could be heard from both of the men as they took pleasure from the act as they continued to humiliate the brunette. Eventually, the brunette's body went limp and the last thing she remembered was hearing the muffled noises of the men shouting Angelo's name before the room went blank yet again.
Faith muttered softly to herself as the warm smell of biscottate and hot coffee filled the air. A warm smile appeared on the brunette's face as she felt a warm soft hand caress down her spine and the sound of a familiar voice. "Where are you Faith? Why can't I find you?
Faith blinked a few times as she tried sitting herself up. "B..Buffy?" she replied.
"Please come back.." the voice begged.
Faith reached out to the warm hand of the blonde slayer sat on the edge of the bed smiling back at her. "I can't Buffy..please help me!" Faith cried but the blonde shook her head.
"I can't Faith..I'm sorry..only you can get out of here..you know what you need to do" Buffy spoke softly before planting a soft kiss on Faith's lips. "Come back to me Faith..I'm lost without you..." the blonde slayer's voice trailed away and soon Faith opened her eyes only to realise she was dreaming but could still feel the warm hand still on her back, turning herself towards the figure sat on the bed was Angelo.
"Good Morning il mio amore" he spoke softly causing a shudder down the brunette's spine and her blood to run cold as her mind flashed back to the previous events. She frantically jumped back from him covering her naked body with the feather duvet which she figured must have been placed on her while passed out. Her breathing becoming labored as panic set in, followed shortly by confusion as a tray of breakfast pastries and a large pot of hot coffee organised to perfection was placed on the bed, laying next to the variety of breakfast items was a single red rose. Faith scoffed as she studied the charade that seemed to be taking place in front of her eyes before shaking her head softly. "I'm not hungry..thank you."
Angelo smiled and nodded. "You need to eat mi amore...We need you back to your old self...I have a job for you tonight..and you're going need your strength just in case things get ugly."
Faith blinked and didn't say anything, sat in shock at what she was hearing. The gesture. The fucking rose. This guy was fucking psycho. He moved closer to her with a warm grin. "I have a feeling you have learned your lesson...so I'm willing to give you another chance bellissimo. We have a delivery coming in tonight. All you need to do is pick it up. Simple. Like I told you before...you if do what we ask ...you will be rewarded in return. Once you have proved yourself to us tonight I will treat you!" he smirked as he reached to pat her head like a dog causing the slayer to flinch. "Come now bellissima...no need to be skittish" He smiled pushing the tray closer to her.
"Sir?" Faith bit her tongue as she said the word.
Angelo smiled and answered "Mi Amore?"
She felt as if she was going to be sick in her own mouth looking at him and what he had his men do to her. "Please...can I please have a cigarette ? I'm sorry to ask..."
He cut her off placing a forefinger over her lips. "All good things..." He stood up to leave nodding towards the tray. "Eat love...I will call for you at 9.30.."
With that, he left the room locking the door behind him leaving Faith sat in shock as she stared at the tray of food fighting the urge to eat the numerous mouthwatering breakfast items as she felt famish. "Screw it" she muttered before diving into the pastries and sipping on the warm coffee breathing a sigh of relief.
As time passed the group of men holding the slayer against her will were organising the time of their meet with the client who was scheduled to drop off a large supply of drugs nearby which were later sold by the group known as the Italian Mafia. During her time alone in the large empty room of the warehouse, she was held captive in Faith passed her time resting and dreaming of the blonde slayer she missed, wishing their last conversation had never happened.
"You have to stay strong Faith" the blonde slayer's voice rang in her ear. It's like her sister slayer was right there in the room.
Faith replied to her voice "I'm scared B...I'm so scared..."
Buffy replied softly whispering in the brunette's ear. "I know...but I believe in you..You're gonna get out of here...no matter what they ask of you...you need to stay strong..."
Faith nodded softly reaching her hand up to the older slayer's cheek moving closer to her, suddenly her dream was disturbed by a large knock causing her to bolt up seeing three men stood at the door glaring at her. "Is time Faith...Andiamo!" Faith nodded softly looking towards the only clothes she owned sprawled out on the floor swallowing hard as flashes from the night before came over her of her clothes being ripped off her and being forced down onto the bed. "May I please have some other clothes...not these..please?" she begged. The three men muttered amongst themselves before one of them nodded towards her. "A request will be made for you tesoro but for now you must be leaving!" one of the men informed her before nodding towards her clothes. She gritted her teeth nodding as she quickly got herself dressed feeling the eyes of the three men gawping at her before making her way out of the warehouse with two members of the infamous Mafia unsure what she was about to walk into.
Angelo and Marco stayed behind as the three came closer to the meeting place of the client. Both men with their guns pointed towards Faith in case she made the wrong move but the brunette was not herself, her slayer strength was at a bare minimum and her body felt bruised and tender all over. Angelo nodded towards a large truck pulling in towards a dark alleyway in front of them pressing his gun into Faith's back whispering softly in her ear as he spoke. "Puntuale...Don't let me down bambino" as he spoke he placed what felt like a knife in her hand.
Faith nodded as she nervously made her way towards a shadowed figure standing at the back of the truck. "Serata signorina, ti aspetto" the mysterious male said with a smile as he grabbed a large brown box but before Faith could accept it he threw it to the floor and moved closer to the brunette taking in her scent. "Ma prima un po 'di qualcosa per me" The male grinned at her placing a hand upon one of her breasts pushing himself closer to her causing the brunette to wince as flashes from the previous night came back to her yet again.
"I'm here to collect the package ...and that's all!" she raised her voice slightly. The man ignored her and shook his head pushing his full body weight into her finally pressing her back into a nearby brick wall.
"Vieni puttana non essere un provocatorio" he spat gripping harder at her breast. Faith swallowed hard as more and more flashbacks came to her from the previous night as her body was yet again violated.
"Screw you asshole!" she spat as his hands wandered over her.
"Pensavo che non avresti mai chiesto" he replied as he attempted to pull at her leather pants but Faith was too quick despite her lack of strength and eventually saw red. "Sto per fotterti come la puttana che sei!" he hissed into her ear. "Stop fighting and take it, bitch !"
"How about you take this ?!" the brunette screamed back at him taking the knife she was given plunging it between his legs. As she withdrew it, a flash came to her again and another and before she knew it she was covered in blood and the unknown male was laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Not moving. Not breathing. Faith tried to scream but no sound came out. "No no no...!" she dropped the knife to the floor before hearing the sound of both Angelo and Marco behind her. Angelo pulled her up from the floor as she began to become hysterical.
He pulled her close to him nodding to Marco. "Ordina questo casino!" ordering him to clear up the mess left and to grab the drugs they originally came for while Angelo carried the slayer back to the warehouse and set her down on the bed. "Fede..my Faith!
Faith didn't respond staring down at her bloody hands and clothes tears streaming down her face and simply said: "I will be rewarded in return."