It took Lottie a moment to understand where she was. My bed is definitely not this comfortable. She turned her head to the left and saw a large window … wait, my shit hole apartment doesn't have windows … it wasn't until she focused on the gardens that the memories of yesterday flashed through her head. Largo Mansion. Head maid. Fucked myself over. Oh, and you totally sucked the leader of the under-ground scene's dick. What the fuck. Lottie put her hands over her eyes, hoping that that would somehow help. At least she had been able to complete her first task, she thought. Amber had done little in the way of thanking her for her services. Instead, she had looked at Lottie with mocking eyes, grabbed the Z, and slammed the door in her face. Hopefully that meant she didn't have any complaints. Instinctually, she looked at her wristband to make sure she hadn't missed any calls from any of the Largos. The device was silent and no lights were flashing so she assumed she was fine for now. Still, she rolled out of the giant bed and dressed in her uniform. Never know when they're going to call me after all. Actually, what time is it even? The wristband seemed to do everything but tell time. Perfect. Whatever, guess I'll do my makeup. Lottie wandered into her washroom and washed her face, priming it for the day. She returned to her vanity and sorted through the makeup products.

"Holy shit these are all high-end," she muttered to herself, turning over items she had only ever seen on the television or in magazines. What a perk. Lottie sat down at the table and planned her look for the day. She relaxed as she set to work on her idea. Lottie had always loved to do makeup, it was a way for her to express herself, her musings, her inner dreams and thoughts. Sometimes she would attempt to draw out images in her head, other times she would be influenced by colour schemes or shapes. Today, she decided to go with a red cat eye and matching red lips. She carefully drew on two exaggerated wings, encompassing her entire eyelid with the red pigment. She was delighted to find a red mascara in the mix of products and applied several coats to ensure a total colour pay off. She then applied an identical red lipstick, rubbing her lips together to even out the product. She finished the look with slight contouring and highlighting. Lottie looked in the mirror and attempted to smile but it came out more like a grimace. Ah well.

Satisfied with her work, Lottie was left to ponder what to do. Can I explore the house? Can I make myself something to eat? Her stomach grumbled to emphasize her hunger. Shit. You can do this Lottie, just walk out of the room and go from there. She stepped towards the exit and, before she could hesitate, opened the door, running out of the room. She looked down either end of the hallway and found herself at an impasse. Boy do I feel like Sarah in the Labyrinth. Well, I know Amber's room is to the left and I didn't see any kitchen-like area there so … Lottie turned her body to the right, beginning her search. Again, she was struck by the luxury of the building. The antique scaffolding, the artworks, the oak floors occasionally broken by finely woven carpets. She also began to notice that there were an outrageous amount of doors as she wound her way through the mansion. How many rooms can one place have? Lottie continued walking, hoping she would somehow find a sign of a kitchen. But it seemed that every turn she took only revealed more mysterious doors. She was beginning to lose faith in her exploration. Everything looks so freaking similar how can I know where anything is? I'll turn down one more hallway and if all I see is doors I'm going back. As if to mock her, the mansion's scenery instantly changed. Her feet slowed and came to a stop as she reached two stair cases; one leading upwards and the other downwards.

"Kitchens are normally on the main floor, aren't they?" Great, she was already talking to herself.

Lottie decided to go with her instincts and quickly descended the stairs. She found herself in an open dining area and wanted to pat herself on the back. I'm so fucking smart. The dinning room, unsurprisingly, was stunning. It looked more like a grand ballroom – the kinds she had seen in the historical images her mother collected – than a place people ate. A large mahogany table was situated in the centre of the room and she quickly counted 20 chairs around the structure. She looked up and admired the high ceilings, finding another chandelier. I can't even fathom how expensive this place is. Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from the back of the room. Curious, she advanced towards the … what the hell was that sound? As she got closer, she noticed a quasi hidden doorway with its door slightly ajar. She slowly pushed on the wood and entered into the kitchen. Hell yes! She beamed as she locked eyes on the fridge and made to dart forwards when she was reminded of what had drawn her to the room … the noise sounded again much louder than before, drawing her attention.

Fuck me.

Lottie's eyes focused on two figures, one laying on a beautiful marble topped kitchen island and the other hunched over the other. One of the figures, as she continued to stare, was a brunette Gentern (she still had enough of her uniform on for Lottie to recognize her position … no pun intended) with her eyes closed and mouth open. The other, to her chagrin, was Pavi. She watched as Pavi skillfully thrust his hips, his cock buried into the Gentern. He had looked up as Lottie had entered the kitchen and smirked as he saw the recent occupant of his fantasies freeze mid-step. Pavi continued his motions, deciding this was an ideal opportunity for Lottie to see what was awaiting her. He ran one of his hands up the torso of the Gentern and began to massager her breast. He ran his other hand downwards, landing on the woman's clit. He began to manipulate the bud, licking his lips as the woman beneath him moaned. He looked back at Lottie and became further aroused at her embarrassment.

"Please excuse me master," She quickly cried, closing the kitchen door.

Pavi almost came. Master, ah that-a girl. He reluctantly returned his focus to the woman beneath him.

Lottie stood braced against the door to the kitchen, breathing heavily. What the hell was that? How was he so … so calm about being caught having sex? Pavi had stared right at her, not giving a single fuck that he was being watched. He seemed to even … enjoy it. Lottie shuddered at the images that refused to leave her mind: his predatory eyes, her gaping mouth, the movement of flesh on flesh. UGH. She leaned back against the door, covering her eyes with her hands. I guess I'll have to get used to shit like this. I'll just wait until they're done and apologize for intruding. She didn't have to wait much longer (ho was she to know that Pavi and the Gentern had been engaged for almost an hour prior to her appearance) as she suddenly found herself lying on the floor, half in the kitchen, her back rest having been pulled from behind her. The Gentern stepped over her form and disappeared, leaving her and Pavi alone.

"I'm really sorry about barging in on your private moment master," Lottie said from the floor.

"Do not-a worry about that." Pavi replied as Lottie picked herself up. "Should I-a make my first command?"

Lottie gulped. "Of course master, anything you desire." She wanted to kick herself for her choice of words.

Pavi chuckled, clearly catching onto her mistake. "I-a am rather satisfied in that department for now, but I-a would greatly enjoy an omelette."

"Absolutely master, one omelette coming up!"

Lottie scurried towards the fridge, pulling out the ingredients required for two omelettes (she was still hungry after all) as per Pavi's instructions. She began cooking, slightly uncomfortable by his presence. So, like the genius she was, she began to blabber.

"How was your sleep last night master?"

"Very good, thank-a you for asking. I-a find it very easy to drift off after a nice fuck." Pavi smiled as he watched Lottie press her lips together, stifling laughter.

"You must never have a bad night then?" Lottie wanted to smack herself in the face. Why the fuck did she think she could joke around with the people responsible for her life?

Pavi let out a shocked, yet appreciative laugh. "You are-a not like the other Genterns. It is-a nice to be able to talk with someone."

"I mean I'm sure the other girls could talk with you if your dick wasn't always in their … holy shit I need to shut the fuck up." She viciously flipped the omelette, cursing her inability to not be a sarcastic bitch.

Pavi laughed harder. "I would-a not act this away around my-a brother or sister."

"I'm sorry master, please forgive my transgression."

"No, no please-a continue I find it very amusing," Pavi stated truthfully. He was beginning to be invested in this woman beyond what her body could offer. "So, tell-a me about yourself."

"Uhhh … that will probably be pretty boring."

"Try-a me."

"Well okay," she shrugged as if to warn him. "I'm a 24 year-old woman who comes from a family of –"

"No, tell me about-a yourself. What do you like? Who-a are you?"

Lottie was genuinely floored. The infamous Pavi Largo, a sex crazed, self-absorbed seeker of passion, was truly asking her to discuss herself as a person.

"I love to sing," she blurted in her bafflement. "I mean, I'm fucking horrible, but I really love to anyways. I really love old music, especially 1960's and 1980's tunes. I also enjoy drawing, being able to imagine something and translate it into an image. Admittedly, I'm not very good at that either. Uh, what else? Books! Love to read, especially historical literature. Oh, and movies! I love to watch movies and gravitate towards cult classics."

Pavi felt himself smile as he listened to the woman explain her interests with a radiant expression. "The Rock Horror Picture Show is-a one of my personal favourites." He almost laughed as her eyes widened with joy.

Lottie quickly launched into a discussion of the film which, in turn, prompted several other related and unrelated discussions. They both went into minute detail about their favourite songs, books, and movies. It had been too long since he had had a meaningful conversation with anyone. He found himself laughing at her attempts to explain the plots to him while she laughed at his attempts at guessing the plots based on title alone.

"What's all this noise?" a booming voice broke through the merriment.

"Good-a afternoon brother," Pavi offered, response laced with annoyance at being interrupted.

"Yeah whatever, what's this bitch doing here?"

Pavi looked at Lottie and saw her shrink into herself, absently rubbing the scar on her arm. He felt an odd sensation in his stomach at her reaction but brushed it aside, why should he care how his brother treated her?

"Sorry master Luigi, I'll leave immediately."

"Make me some coffee first bitch."

"Yes master."

Lottie was disappointed. She had actually been having a really good time with Pavi. She would have never thought he was capable of verbal conversation. Yet, his opinions had been really intriguing. He loved a lot of the same things she did such as musicals, Tim Curry, Drag culture, Victorian literature. He even provided new insight into old topics. She really hoped she'd get the chance to talk to him again. For now, though, she would have to be a subservient bitch and make Luigi his coffee. She finished the task with haste, putting a steaming mug in front of the man.

"Sugar? Cream? Milk?" Lottie asked, unsure of how he took it.

"Black you idiot."

Lottie clenched the fist resting at her side, smiling as she slid the mug forward. I'm getting really sick of his bullshit and it's only the second day. "Of course master, please forgive me."

Luigi abruptly stood up, pushing the coffee off the island. Lottie flinched as the cup shattered and hot liquid splashed up her leg.

"Don't you give me lip cunt," Luigi shrieked, face reddening and hand reaching for his knife. "Do I need to show you a lesson?"

Lottie was momentarily stunned. She felt like she had whiplash from how quickly the situation had changed. How the fuck do I respond? Her eyes flicked toward Pavi, desperation spurring her to seek a second opinion. Yet, Pavi had pulled out a hand mirror and was currently occupied by his own reflection. Lottie's eye twitched. Thanks a lot asshole.

"I'm sorry if I in anyway disrespected you master, that was never my intention," Lottie said, praying her response sounded sincere. She followed this exclamation with a bow and before she could stand erect she felt herself falling backward. I've been on the floor too many times for one morning, she thought as her back slammed against the marble. Her ribs also screamed in agony as she registered the impact of the kick (she assumed it was a kick that had sent her flying), causing her to curl into the fetal position. This apparently was the wrong thing to do. She caught hurried movement in her peripheral and turned her head in time to see a foot swing. "How dare you think you can protect yourself! You weak little shit! I'll show you pain!" Luigi shouted as he repeatedly kicked her body, grunting with the effort of each blow. Lottie bit her tongue to stop herself from screaming and tasted the hot coppery flow of blood as it pooled within her mouth. She watched as the droplets hit the floor, marring the pristine whiteness. I'll probably have to clean that later.

"LUIGI ENOUGH!" A foreign voice commanded.

Lottie, blessedly, felt the blows subside and laughed with relief before passing out.

… … …

For the second time that day Lottie awoke not knowing where she was or how she got there. She did, however, know that she was freezing. She tried to make sense of her surroundings, but her eyes seemed to be rather unfocused. Giving up, she reached her hand out, hoping to either find something to supply her with warmth or get the attention of someone who could help her. Instead, her hand landed upon someone else's. She whipped her head in the direction of the appendage and her already cloudy vision worsened – yeah kind of dizzy I guess.

"Who's there?" She croaked, squinting at the hazy figure cloaked in red.

"Don't worry, you'll feel better soon."

"What?"

"I've just finished your operation, 3 broken rib bones and a fractured fibula not to mention multiple bone bruises."

"Luigi really had a go huh?" Lottie chuckled, slowly registering the total body ache.

"Hm…" was the disapproving response.

Lottie attempted to pull herself up into a sitting position and was grateful to feel two hands reach around her waist and lift. Her head swam with the change in position and she blinked to counteract the sensation.

"Let me help with that," the voice sounded beside her and she felt a pinch in her arm.

The room quickly came into focus and Lottie realized she was stark naked on an operating table. Will I ever be fully clothed? She turned to thank the figure and was startled to see a Repo man. Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. She had heard terrifying legends of the men cloaked in red who could, at anytime, hunt you down and remove your leased organs. Lottie recalled waking a few times in the dead of night, sweat pouring down her body and hands shaking as she reached for her telephone and called to make sure her mother was still safe … that she hadn't been harvested. And now she was face to face with the legal assassin.

"Uh … Thank you for all of your help."

"It wasn't really my doing. We both answer to the Largos after all."

"I-I guess so." Damnit why did he have to keep his mask on? The impersonality of the figure made the scenario even more off-putting.

As if sensing her discomfort, the figure slowly removed his mask. He would never see her again after all, so what was the harm in revealing himself? Nathan Wallace watched with slight amusement as the girl visibly relaxed.

"Better?"

"Much, thank you. Here I was panicking over being face-to- well mask with a Repo man when underneath it all was a kind looking gentleman."

The girl clearly had no idea how much blood was on his literal and figurative hands. "Yes, no need for all this worry … unless of course you have organs that you haven't paid for," he teased.

"Well unless you slipped something inside me while I was under … oh my god can you actually kill me for saying something so double entendre-y?"

Nathan let out a low chuckle. "I'm not in the market for killing people who make fools out of themselves."

"Fair enough. Can you do me another favour though?"

"What?" Nathan asked, instantly on his guard. His years of working for the Largo family had made him weary of favours.

Lottie sensed his discomfort and was quick to dissipate his concerns, "I just need some clothes if that wouldn't be too much trouble."

Nathan suddenly became very aware of the girl before him. "Yes, of course, one moment."

He walked over to a closet at the other end of the room and removed a short, black t-shirt dress. He passed the garment to Lottie and turned to give her some privacy. She threw the garment over her head and instantly felt better. Or well, warmer and less exposed at the very least.

"I'm decent, your eyes are saved," she joked.

Nathan turned around and smiled at the young girl. She looked very innocent in that moment. Her small body was drowning in the t-shirt dress and the body parts visible were covered in black bruises. He repressed a sigh. How had a girl almost the same age as his own daughter ended up in this situation? How many people would the Largo family break?

"The bruises should fade in a couple of days and I've prescribed you some zydrate to help wi –"

"Absolutely not," Lottie interjected, "I will not be consuming any kind of drug if you please."

"It really is better if you take something to help with the pain," Nathan replied rather forcefully.

"No drugs. I can handle the pain."

"I'll have to talk with Rotti about this…"

"Please don't do this to me sir," Lottie pleaded, leaning towards the kind older man. "I've seen too many zydrate junkies … I don't want to become that."

Nathan was unsure of how to proceed. Should he go over her head and ensure she got the drugs she needed to aid in the healing process? Wouldn't that just be looking out for her? And taking in her appearance it was pretty evident that the girl could use some caring for. On the other hand, would it not be better for her in the long run to not be introduced to the highly addictive substance? She reminded him too much of Shilo in that moment. And he knew he would never allow Shilo to touch zydrate.

"Okay. I'll give you the zydrate that I was instructed to administer, that way Rotti will never know you didn't take it. Just make sure to act drugged for the next – he looked at his watch – 4 hours."

"Deal. Really, I hope you can understand how much all of this means to me."

Nathan thought he could.

"I'll inform Rotti of your current state. I'll tell him you're to have bed rest for at least 6 hours." Nathan sincerely hoped Rotti listened to his instructions or else the girl was in for further pain.

"Excellent, some sleep sounds great about now." Lottie watched as the man made to leave the room, suddenly realizing something, "Oh wait, before you go I just have one last request."

"And that would be?"

"What time is it? I've felt really off not knowing the time."

"10:30 a.m."

Lottie visibly sagged at the revelation.

"Does something hurt?" Nathan quickly asked, mistaking her actions as a sign of pain.

"I mean it's easier for me to tell you what doesn't hurt, but that's not it. I really can't believe that the day hasn't even fucking started and I'm already waiting for tomorrow."

Nathan shared her sentiments. He looked at her for a moment more, an expression akin to regret marring his features, and then turned to deliver his information. Neither of them were their own people anymore after all.

I would like to thank all of you who have begun reading my little story, your views and comments are both appreciated and welcomed. I've really enjoyed writing this and am excited to see where the characters take me. I hope everyone will be equally as excited to join me for the ride!