A/N: Sorry this has taken me so long get up, but I recently got addicted to True Blood and had to spend a couple weeks catching up on the series. Now, I am back in the writing business. There isn't much to say about this chapter, except that I will be explaining why Rebekah is able to use her air magic on Katya, and I will be bringing in a few of more of our favorite characters. Hope you all enjoy.

DIMITRI

"Lissa said there's more to the story." Rose asked hesitantly after a few moments of silent reflection.

I was relieved to hear that she didn't hate me and thrilled that she was sitting beside me and holding my hand. It was more than I expected and definitely more than I deserved, but I couldn't help feeling a little sad. Some small part of me needed to be held by the woman I loved and told that everything was going to be okay. I knew that bit was going to take time, though.

"Yes." I answered. "A lot more actually."

"Then why don't we talk a long walk, and you can fill me in." She suggested, pushing herself off the floor. "I need some air right now, anyway."

"Okay." I said, allowing her to pull me up. I didn't think walking would make the rest of the story easier to tell, but I had already put my Roza through enough. If she wanted to walk, then we would walk.

She didn't let go of my hand as we headed out the door, but I could feel there was now a wall between us. I would do everything in my power to knock down that wall, including telling her the rest of this horrible tale. I just hoped she would be willing to help me.

"I suppose the best place to begin the rest of the story is the night you staked me." I began, letting her lead me toward the little park in the center of court. I felt her flinch at the reminder of that night and gave her hand a comforting squeeze. "I washed up a few miles away from the bridge and managed to pull the stake out. It took a few hours. Every move was agony. It was during those hours that I decided I was going to kill you."

I heard her sharp intake of breath and regretted my words. We had never spoken about that night or the events that immediately followed. It was still too raw for both of us. Yet, I couldn't get through the rest of the story about Katya without mentioning it.

"What did you do to her?" Rose asked slowly, stopping to face me. I had been wrong. The mentioning of that night on the bridge hadn't been what upset her. She was worried about what happened to Katya when I decided to leave Russia.

"Don't worry." I told her, running my fingers along her cheek. I did my best to ignore the way she flinched at my touch. I had accepted the fact that it was going to take time for her to get over what I had done, and I imagined there was always going to be a part of her that was afraid of me now. She was still talking to me, though, and that's what mattered. I wasn't going to ruin that by getting upset over something as simple as a little flinch. "I didn't kill her."

"Good." She continued leading me along the trail toward the center of the park.

"I did much worse." I sighed as I remembered the look of fear and panic in Katya's eyes as she realized what I was going to do with her. I felt a twinge in my heart as I remembered the way she begged me to kill her, and I just made her put on those shoes and come with me. How could I have been such a monster? "I sold her to a couple of friends of mine. Friends I knew would get "good use" out of her." I swallowed hard blinking tears from my eyes.

"And by "good use", you mean the same use you got out of her?" Rose questioned.

"No, Roza, these people would've done much worse to her than I did."

KATYA

Rebekah laughed as I laid on my side gasping for breath. She had finally stopped torturing me with her control over the air but was now circling me like a vulture circling its prey.

"You are so pathetic." She said kicking me hard in the stomach. "And believe me, I know pathetic. I pick people up off the streets for a living, after all, but you, you're worse than all of them combined."

I refused to cry as she continued kicking me all over my body. I did my best to curl into a ball and protect the important parts, but it was impossible with the way I was tied. It didn't help that I was still blindfolded and couldn't see where her attacks were coming from.

"I mean, at least the people I pick up off the streets are trying to do to better themselves. You just sit around fighting the inevitable. You bring this upon yourself."

"Go to hell." I gasped after a particularly brutal kick to the back.

The kicks stopped, but I felt pain shooting through my scalp again as I was lifted off the floor. I flinched as her lips brushed against my ear.

"Hasn't anyone told you?" She whispered. "This is hell, and Marcus and I are the devils in charge. Now, I'm going to untie you and we are going to play a little game."

I gulped. I hated Rebekah's games almost as much as I hated Marcus raping me. They were often painful and humiliating for me, and I never won any of them.

She shoved me back to the floor and unknotted the ropes as quickly as she tied them. She then removed my blindfold and gave me one final kick in the back.

"Stand up." She ordered. I did as she said, well aware of the fact that I was still completely naked. I crossed my arms over my chest and bent forward a little. True, she and Marcus had seen everything, but it was never by my choice and I always hated baring it all to them. "Now, that won't do." She chastised swatting my arms. "Stand up straight and drop your arms. I want to see what's mine."

I did as she said fighting the tears of embarrassment. She had already gotten too many tears from me during this session. I'd be damned before I'd let her get any more out of me.

"Good dog." She patted me on the head condescendingly. "Now, this game is called "Rebekah Says." The rules are similar to "Simon Says," but if you screw up," She walked to the closet and pulled out one of Marcus's studded belts. "You will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." I said keeping my eyes trained on the floor.

"Good." She smiled. "Let's start with something simple. Rebekah says get down on your knees." I immediately drop to my knees. I had been beaten with one of Marcus's belts before, and I did not like it. "Good puppy." She laughed. "Rebekah says put your face in the floor and your ass in the air." Again, I did as she said without any hesitation and my obedience was rewarded with another laugh. "I'm sorry, but this position is too perfect. Rebekah says ask me to hit you."

"Please, hit me." I said into the carpet. I was going to get hit either way, but I figured it'd be better if I had done what she asked. I felt the bite of the belt hit me across the ass mere seconds after I asked. I couldn't help the scream that escaped my lips.

"Tut, tut." Rebekah chuckled. "Rebekah didn't tell you to scream." She brought the belt down hard against my ass again, and it took all my willpower not to cry out again. "That's better. Hmm? What do I want you to do next? I know. Rebekah says beg me to let you leave."

I knew no amount of begging was going to convince her to let me leave, but the humiliation of begging was better than being hit with the belt again.

"Please, let me leave, Mistress." I said into the floor. "Please. If you let me go, I'll do anything. Just let me leave please."

"Not very impressive." She said a second before I felt the belt bite into my back this time. Again, I fought to keep the scream in. "Rebekah says try a little harder."

"Please." I said allowing myself to let out the sobs I'd been holding in. "I don't know how much more of this I can take. Just let me leave, and I won't tell anybody about this. I won't tell anybody about vampires or what you did to me. I just want my old life back. Please."

I didn't realize until that moment how desperately I wanted her to let me go. True, I had nowhere to go and nothing to do, but living on the streets and dying of starvation was better than what I was being put through on a daily basis. I just wanted to get away from vampires forever. Was that too much to ask?

I knew this was all part of Rebekah's game, though. There was no way she was going to let me leave. I provided too much entertainment for her and Marcus.

"Better. Now, Rebekah wants to see you crawl, so crawl." I started to crawl, but was stopped by another whack with the belt. I bit my tongue to stop the scream this time. "Rebekah says you must crawl like the worthless piece of dirt that you are. Get down on your stomach."

I dropped to my stomach and started pushing myself forward. The carpet scraped against the old wounds on my stomach and I cringed through the pain.

"Rebekah says turn around and crawl towards me."

I did as she said grateful that no one else was around to witness this humiliation. I crawled to her, but she took a few steps back.

"Rebekah says a little bit farther." I pushed myself closer to her, but she moved back to or three more times before she was satisfied. "Rebekah says lick my feet."

I did praying my humiliation was almost over.

ROSE

Dimitri's words scared and disgusted me. What could possibly be worse than kidnapping and repeatedly raping an innocent young girl? I had always thought perverts like that were the worst kind of scum on the planet. I felt the same way about Strigoi Dimitri, who had paid for his crimes with his life. Dhampir Dimitri was still trying to atone for it, and I couldn't feel anything but acceptance of that. Still, I couldn't imagine anything worse than being raped. What could these "friends" of Strigoi Dimitri possibly be doing to hurt this girl?

"No offense, but what could possibly be worse than what you did to her?" I asked.

Dimitri let out a heavy sigh and pulled me down onto the bench beside him.

"In the world of Strigoi, it can get a lot worse than what I did." He explained squeezing my hand tighter. He hadn't let go of it since I grabbed it back in the gym. I was sure he was terrified that I would run away if he let me go. "I'm not excusing what I did to her but, to put it nicely, that was nothing more than a mild introduction to the life I forced her into."

"Explain." I said.

"Marcus and Rebekah, the ones I sold her to, have a story similar to ours." Dimitri answered. "Only they were both Moroi and both extremely cruel and sadistic. They were head over heels in love. Still are, actually. Marcus chose to become a Strigoi because he wanted to live forever outside of everyone's rules. Rebekah for some reason chose to stay Moroi, but she followed Marcus. They've managed to stay together, despite the fact that he is a Strigoi and she a Moroi."

"But Strigoi aren't capable of love." I protested. "They only know evil and cruelty."

"No." Dimitri shook his head. "They focus their energy on evil and cruelty, but they are capable of love when they want to be."

"See, that's always going to be weird to me." I said. It was hard to accept something outside the realm of what I had been taught. Then again, my experiences with Dimitri when he was a Strigoi did prove they could be different. Yes, Dimitri was cold and cruel, but he had his moments when he could be protective, and even affectionate. I supposed if the feelings were strong enough before the transformation then it was possible they could stay with that Moroi, dhampir, or human long after it has been done.

"It's not important to this story." Dimitri answered. "Just as long as you know they are like you and me. They would die for each other. It doesn't matter that he is a Strigoi by choice and that she is still a Moroi. All that matters is they are in love."

I nodded. "Go on."

"Rebekah eventually got the idea to start a nightclub; one that caters to all supernatural creatures. She originally wanted it to be a place where any supernatural being could go for entertainment, food, blood, or any other indulgence they could think of."

"That doesn't sound too bad." I said. In fact, it was a brilliant idea. Vampires weren't the only supernatural creatures that walked this earth in fear of being discovered by humans. It would've been nice to have a place to go to meet new people who wouldn't care what you were or what you could do. If it wasn't for the fact that this place was run by a sadistic Moroi and her Strigoi lover, I'd suggest Lissa, Christian, Dimitri, and I go there for a night out.

"Honestly, it would have been brilliant if someone of higher moral standing had come up with it." Dimitri explained. "The two turned the idea into something twisted and dark that only attracted the most evil of our kind."

"What do you mean?" I asked slowly unsure if I really wanted to know.

"Rebekah is a master manipulator." Dimitri continued. "She uses her skills to convince homeless teenagers and runaways to work for her in exchange for a place to sleep, and three meals a day."

"Let me guess, that work involves prostituting themselves to the clients."

"Sometimes. It just depends on what the clients want, and what Rebekah and Marcus feel they're suited for. Sometimes they just dance, serve food, or give blood. They even have some male dhampirs they use as bouncers. They are strict rules on hat can and can't be done to one of the workers. If those rules are broken, Marcus personally kills those who break them."

"Okay, that is too weird for words." I said, voicing my confusion. True, it sounded like they were doing a good thing getting these kids off the streets, but making them do potentially dangerous things with the supernatural clients was wrong. Yet, they seemed willing to protect the kids, even if it meant killing their clients.

"Believe me, I know." Dimitri answered squeezing my hand a little tighter. "Even as I Strigoi, I thought they were crazy, but I did indulge…"

"No." I shook my head and pulled my hand away from him. "I'm having a hard enough time processing what happened with Katya. I don't wanna know what you did with other girls."

"I didn't rape them, Roza." He said reaching for me. I pulled away from him. I couldn't help it. Hearing all of this was confusing me even more than I had been before. "If one of their workers does not want a job that involves sex, they are not forced into it, but there are plenty of girls who beg for certain clients. And I was…"

I knew where he was going with that, and I didn't think my brain could handle that much right now. I needed him to finish the story about Katya. We'd discuss the rest later.

"Don't." I said, putting my hands over my ears. "Just finished the story about Katya."

He took a deep breath, and I allowed him to grab my and pull them away from my ears. I even managed not to flinch this time. He slid his hands down my wrists until his fingers were entwined with mine.

"I'm sorry." He whispered rubbing gentle circles into the back of my hands with his thumbs. "I know this is a lot to take in. We'll stick to what happened with Katya for now. I sold her to Marcus and Rebekh telling them that they didn't have to pay by their usual rules with her. She was theirs to do with what they wanted, even if it meant allowing her to be raped repeatedly. I told them I didn't care what happened to her, as long as she was still alive when I returned for her."

I swallowed hard as more bile fought its way into the back of my throat. I kept telling myself that it wasn't my Dimitri that had done and said those things. It was the monster Dimitri, and he had been dead for weeks. This was my Dimitri and he was trying to atone for his mistakes. These things were getting harder and harder to remember, though.

"They paid me me 1,000 American dollars for her." He continued. "Had I not been in such a hurry to find you, I would've demanded more. But I just wanted to get rid of her, so I could go after you. I handed her over to them for the thousand, though, and didn't look back. I have no idea what happened to her after I left."

"And that's why you're risking our relationship." I said as a rush of warm feelings spread through me. "You want to go back for her."

"Yes, I want to go back for her." he answered. "I know it is dangerous, and this isn't the best time, but I owe her that much. It's my fault she is in that mess in the first place. I need to do what I can to get her out of it. I just can't do it alone."

Tears fell from his eyes as he practically pleaded for help. I should've been angry about the fact that he thought he needed to beg for help with this, but I was too stunned by his tears. I had never seen him like this before. Sure, he felt guilty about the things he had done as a Strigoi, and he often cried about those things. This was different, though.

The guilt over this was tearing him up inside. I could see it in his eyes. He needed to save her. Not just because it was the right thing to do, but because it was the only way he could even begin to put this demon to rest.

It was heartbreaking to see him like that. I forced back my own tears and pulled him into my arms. I was going to get him through this.

"You don't have to." I said cradling his head his head against my chest. "We will do it together."

KATYA

"That's enough." Rebekah said, kicking me in the face after what felt like hours of kissing her feet. "I'm bored. Lie down flat on your stomach."

Her tone told me we were done playing her little game, so I did exactly what she said. I put my face in the carpet and closed my eyes, praying she was bore enough to just leave me be. A few seconds later, I felt the belt land hard on my back and had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming through the pain of it. Rebekah chuckled.

"It's alright to scream this time, puppy." She said. "In fact, I want you to left your head, so I can hear those beautiful little screams.

Not wanting to make this any worse than it was already going to be, I did as she said fighting back the tears. I screamed as the belt hit me three more times in quick succession, and Rebekah just laughed. I screamed louder trying to block out the sound of her laughter.

It went on like that for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes. She would hit me and laugh, and I would scream loudly doing my best to block out her laughter. But the louder I screamed the louder she laughed. Eventually, her laughter blocked out the sounds of my screams, and it was all I could hear bouncing around in my head as my back burned with every lash.

"That was fun." She said when it was finally over. I let out a little whimper to let her know just how much fun I had. She chuckled and placed her barefoot on my back. I screamed as it set a fire blazing all over my body. "Of course, it wasn't fun for you, bitch." She sneered. "Your purpose is to entertain me, even if it means pain for you." She dug her heel into a particularly sore part of my back, eliciting another scream from me. "Now, I have to go check on the kids. I'll send Adam down to clean you up when he finishes his duties."

She left the room without even bothering to put me back in the cage. I couldn't really blame her. It's not like I couldn't have moved, even if I wanted to.

A/N: Well, what do you guys think? I had a hard time writing this chapter as it is sort of a filler one. I'm still trying to figure out exactly where I want this story to go. I know they will rescue Katya, but I'm not sure what I wanna do after that. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm all ears.