It had been a month since Madeline disappeared, and Judge Turpin was beside himself trying to find her. He had enlisted the help of law enforcement to do a thorough search of the city, and even reached out to surrounding areas, but was unsuccessful in locating her. With each passing day, the guilt and heartache he felt increased, to the point where he was completely consumed with the thought of her. How could he have been so foolish, to push her away so? How could he have treated her so poorly? He had went into their marriage, planning to change how he treated his spouse, yet once again he had failed, and as a result his beatiful wife was missing. Was she still alive? His blood would boil at the thought of her potentially being in the arms of another man. Yet what if she were dead? His stomach churned at the idea of her lying lifeless in the woods, or at the bottom of a body of water. He desperately needed to know what had happened to his sweet Madeline, and feared he would lost his sanity if he did not get answers soon...
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As Beadle walked up to the entrance of the well hidden building, he looked around, making sure there was no one around to see him enter the business. Despite being a single man, he did not want it known he went to this sort of establishment.
"Hello there, my good man," a large man loudly greeted Beadle, giving him a hearty pat on the back. "How can we help you?"
"Well, erm...I am not quite sure..." Beadle stammered, clearly uncomfortable with the situation he had put himself in.
The man chuckled. "First time, eh?" Beadle nodded sheepishly. "That's quite alright, friend, no need to be shy We will take good care of you." Putting an arm around Beadle's shoulders, he asked as he led him further into the building, "So...what are you out for tonight? Are you wanting to just look...or are you wanting to touch as well?"
Beadle grew bright red at this statement. "I...I guess just look for tonight," he replied, and the man led him down a long hallway.
"I can assure you, you will not be disappointed in what you see," the man reassured Beadle, stopping in front of the door at the end of the hall. "Have fun, my good man," he added as he opened the door, and held it open for Beadle to walk in.
As Beadle looked around the room, he found in it a single plush chair in front of a curtain. While simple, the room held an air of elegance.
"Hello there, handsome," a female voice said behind him as a small hand touched his shoulder. With a slight jump, he turned around and found a small blonde haired and very beautiful woman standing there. Smirking, she asked, "Can I get you a drink?"
"Oh, h-hello," he stammered, brought back by her beauty. "How much for a glass of brandy?"
"Since you're a first time visitor, this one is on me," she replied, and winked at him before going behind the bar. "So I understand you're here for a show, yeah?" she asked as she slid the glass over to him.
Beadle nodded as he took a drink of the liquid fire, grimacing as it burned all the way down his throat. "Yes mum," he finally replied, setting the glass down. "I must confess, though...I don't normally do this, so I am rather nervous."
"Why are you nervous? There is no shame in wanting to enjoy a beautiiful woman's body. You just make yourself comfortable, handsome. I have the perfect girl for you," she stated, and took his hand in hers as she led him to the chair. "Sit," she demanded, pushing on his chest and forcing him to sit down. Beadle grinned from ear to ear, his anticipation growing with each second. The blonde disappeared behind the curtain, and he could hear some quiet rustling. Finally, the curtains opened, and there stood a stunning dark-haired girl, a young looking face but the body of a woman. Beadle admired her attire, from the corset which accentuated her lovely bust, down to the stockings and garter belt which sat just below it.
"Hello there," the young beauty said quietly to him as he body swayed, a slight slur to her voice making him wonder if she were under the influence of some liquor.
"Well hello there-" he started to say, but stopped as he started to examine her face more closely. "Surely this isn't..." he thought to himself, but the moment she looked back up at him, and he saw her piercing blue eyes, his jaw dropped as the realization came over him. "Madeline?" he asked in a shocked tone, ashamed for ever looking at her body.
"I don't give my name, handsome," she replied as she twirled around the pole she stood next to, and once more he could hear the slur in her voice. They were clearly giving her something to make her so complacent to their requests of her.
"I can't allow this to go any further," Beadle protested as he stood up and walked over to her, draping his jacket over her shoulders to hide her scandalous clothing.
"Hey, let go of me!" she complained, weakly pulling away from him. "My bosses expect me to give you a full dance."
"You won't need to worry about this anymore, because I am taking you away from this place."
"I can't just leave. Do you have any idea how much trouble I would be in?" she once more protested, still trying to get out of his grip.
"Madeline, look at me," Beadle demanded, firmly holding onto her shoulders and making her face him. She finally stopped moving and looked right into his eyes, her heavy lids confirming she was in fact intoxicated. "Do you not remember a thing? I'm Beadle, and you are married to Judge Turpin. Please, think hard."
The mention of Judge Turpin made a small spark go off in her head. "Judge...Turpin?" she echoed.
"Yes, Joseph Turpin," Beadle repeated.
Madeline was certain she knew the person he spoke of, but her mind was so hazy from everything they forced her to take that she did not have much of a memory at that moment. "I...I want to remember..." she commented, looking back up at him.
"What is the last thing you remember?"
"I remember...waking up in a different location my bosses had me. They looked me over before moving me here," she informed him, remembering how embarrassed she felt as they critiqued her.
"And how did you get to that first place? Think, Madeline, please think hard," Beasle encouraged her, having her sit down and tightening the jacket around her shoulders.
Closing her eyes, Madeline thought hard, focusing on that first day. She went over the conversations they had in her mind, when suddenly her eyes went wide, and she looked up at him with terror. "I...they kidnapped me, Beadle. They drugged me and kidnapped me." With tears forming in her eyes, she added, "Please save me, Beadle. I'm so scared to stay here."
Getting down to her eye level, Beadle reassured her, "I will not let this go on any further. You are coming with me, okay?"
Nodding, Madeline stood up with him, and the two of them made their way out of the room and down the hall. As they neared the entrance, the large man who greeted him suddenly stepped in front of them, blocking their escape. "And where do you think you are going with one of my girls, good man?" he asked in what was still a friendly tone, but his eyes revealed his anger.
"This young woman is the wife of Judge Turpin, and will no longer be under your instruction," Beadle stated in an authoritative tone, and went to walk past him when the man still stopped him. "Sir, if you do not allow me to bring Mrs. Turpin with me, I will have no choice but to get the authorities involved."
The man laughed. "I do not believe a word you say, little rodent," he commented in a growl, and grabbed Beadle by the collar.
Suddenly, the blonde grabbed Madeline by the hair and began to drag her back down the hair. With a yelp, Madeline cried in a pleading tone, "Beadle, please save me! Please!"
"I will not let them keep you! Stay strong, Madeline!" Beadle called back to her as the man forced him outside.
With a punch to both Beadle's gut and mouth, the man tossed him to the ground. "Do not even think about coming back to my establishment, you little cockroach," the man hissed, and spat at Beadle before slamming the door shut.
Beadle lied there for a moment, struggling to regain his breath. Wiping the blood from his face, he shakily got back up to his feet, and knew he had to inform Judge Turpin immediately, or else Madeline might not be there when they returned.