As the morning sun washed over Judge Turpin the following morning, he groaned in agony as his head pounded mercilessly, and his stomach rolled like the sea during a storm. Never had he ever felt this ill after drinking, and he knew it was his own fault for drinking so much liquor. Vowing to never touch a drop of the cursed liquid again, he struggled to sit up in bed, unable to go up any further than getting on his elbows as the room spun wildly around him. Trying hard to focus, he became confused as he begun to notice it was not his bedroom he was in. Where in the world was he? Rubbing his eyes, he concentrated on taking in his surroundings, and finally gathered he was in one of the spare bedrooms - the bedroom Madeline stayed in, to be precise.

But where was Madeline?

"Maddie?" he called out groggily, groaning once more as he fought the urge to vomit. "Madeline," he called out once more, trying again to sit up. Draping his legs across the edge of the bed, he suddenly noticed he was completely naked. Just what happened last night once he got home? The last thing he remembered was leaving the pub he went to with Beadle.

Not caring that he was completely nude, Judge Turpin stumbled out of the room and into his own bedroom to put on his night shirt. He looked around to see if perhaps Madeline had came in here, but still she was nowhere to be found.

"Where is that girl?" he growled, walking back out into the hall and going from room to room, trying to find his missing bride.

"Good morning, my lord," one of the servants greeted Judge Turpin as he walked downstairs. "Would you care for some breakfast?"

"No, peppermint water please," he grumbled, holding tightly onto the banister to keep his balance. "Where is Madeline?"

The servant frowned. "Was she not in her room, sir?"

"If she were, I would not be asking you, now would I?"

"Of course, my lord. I'm so sorry. It's just that I have not yet seen her this morning. I would be happy to ask the rest of the staff to see if they spoke to her, sir."

"Yes, please do. But first, my water," he murmured, and she curtsied before hurrying off.

Judge Turpin thought hard as to where she could possibly be. Going back up the stairs, he once more went into her bedroom, and simply looked around, hoping to find some sort of clue. He went through her desk to make sure there were no notes hiding, and when his search came back fruitless, he decided to look in her closet. Opening the door, he aimlessly looked through her garments, and suddenly noticed a dress was missing. His nausea suddenly getting the better of him, he proceeded to empty his stomach on the floor as the worst thoughts imaginable raced through his head.

Madeline was gone.

With a groggy head and a queasy stomach, Madeline noticed as she awoke that she was lying on a hard surface. Slowly opening her eyes, she blinked a couple of times to get her vision to focus, and frowned when she noticed she was not in her room. In fact, she was on the floor of a room she in no way recognized. Sitting up, she looked around, trying to figure where she was. Why was she on the floor? And why could she not remember how she got here? "What happened last night?" she thought to herself, rubbing her sore neck as she thought hard to figure out what had happened.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and a man and a woman Madeline had never seen before walked in.

"Well it's about time you decided to wake up," the guy commented, roughly lifting her up to her feet. "Sleep well?"

"Who are you?" she asked with a frown, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Oh, now is that any way to greet your friends?" he replied, and glanced over at the woman. "Care to help me?"

"That is the reason I joined you, nitwit," she stated with a smirk, and they suddenly began to work to undress Madeline.

"Stop that right now!" she exclaimed, swatting at their hands and struggling against his grip.

"Relax, we have no intentions of hurting you," he commented, deftly unbuttoning her dress.

"Let me go, right now!"

"Look, would you just quit with your squirming and shouting? This we be a lot easier for everyone if you quit fussing," the woman snapped in an irritated voice. "If this is how she is going to be, then I don't want her."

"Don't be ridiculous, she will be well worth it," the man reassured the woman, and pushed the dress down off of Madeline.

Her hands immediately went to cover herself, but they pulled them away, leaving her in nothing more than her undergarments. "Well what a peach you found!" the woman exclaimed, gazing over the front and back of Madeline.

"See? I told you," he stated smugly.

"That you did," she replied, clearly deep in thought. "I do think we should take a full look, though. Just to make sure she is as ripe as she looks."

"What a swell idea," he agreed, and in one swift motion removed the last bit of clothing separating her nude form from their prying gaze.

"Please...just let me go..." she said through tears, hanging her head in embarrassment.

Forcing her to look at him, he asked, "But don't you remember? I helped you last night. Now it's your turn to help me."

Madeline frowned at his comment, not understanding what he meant, when it suddenly came rushing back to her. "You...and the other guy..."

"That's right, I saved you from him harming you. Now it is only fair that you offer something in return, right?" he commented, his gaze going back to her body.

"I can give you whatever you want...please...just please let me go," she pleaded, tears once more coming to her eyes.

"But I have what I want," he replied simply, and suddenly gave her bottom a squeeze, making her yelp.

"I-I don't understand..."

Signing, the woman explained, "Christ, girl, are you daft? We run a bordello. An adult service for men. Some girls dance, some girls provide relief in various ways. You will be one of those girls."

Finally understanding, Madeline stammered, "I...I can't...I won't...my husband..."

"I wouldn't worry about him, if I were you. I doubt he will want you by the time we are done with you," the woman chuckled, and glanced over at the man. "I think we are done here."

With a nod, he let her go, and the woman pushed her to the ground, the two of them turning around walking back out of the door, leaving her behind in the small bare room.

With trembling hands tears rolling down her cheeks, Madeline began to redress herself. What was about to become of her life? For the first time in quite a while, she found herself wishing she were by her husband's side, safe and sound...