Having freed herself and Babs, Violet had led the two of them into a Break Room and held out a Doctor's jacket to Babs imploring her to put it on and to be quiet.

This seemed challenging for Babs who was clearly experiencing the most stressful day of her life, and couldn't seem to restrain her enthusiasm for the plan.

'It's preposterous, it's unthinkable, it's…exhilarating. Yes! Let's do it!'

Violet extended the disguise to her and begged her to keep her voice down. 'Great, put on this coat, just be quiet!'

'By gum I want to LIVE!' Babs screeched taking the clothes from her.

'Well that's a shame'. The two ladies turned to face the doorway where Count Olaf stood looking fuming and holding a polystyrene cup of water. 'We don't always get what we want.' Crushing the cup in his hand, the water drenched the floor at his feet. Violet froze.

'We're not coming with you. Either of us' she stated, taking one step back away from him. Babs mimicked her movement but with an added frightened laugh. Olaf considered the room for a moment, then looked at Violet, then at Babs, then back at Violet, and finally settled his eyes on Babs.

'Babs, I can only assume this treachery was not of your design. I understand what a corrupting influence Laura can be – '

'My name's not Laura-'

'Therefore I am willing to forgive your little venture. Come, there's party planning to be done.' Faking a smile Olaf extended an arm towards Babs.

'Don't listen to him. Babs, he's trying to trick you.' Suddenly becoming aware of the various doctor's around her Violet turned around to one on a bunkbed behind her and attempted to shake him awake. 'Sir, I need help'

What she didn't realise was simultaneously Olaf took two strides forward and grabbed Babs, taking a sharp tool from his pocket and holding it to her throat before speaking 'Violet.'

Startled by the sound of her real name on his lips she turned and saw Babs in peril. The doctor she had shaken rolled further from her muttering 'I'm on a break!' in an annoyed tone.

Olaf looked victorious. 'Sorry gentlemen, rogue patient, I'll escort her out.' Looking at Violet he spoke clearly 'This is how it's going to work. Babs' only chance of survival revolves around you shutting up, and following me from this room. Clear?'

Still gripping onto the doctors coat, Violet's fists shook with frustration. Olaf pressed the tool into Babs throat and she whimpered. 'Clear?' he emphasized. He knew her nature, and that she would never put herself first. And his eyes shone daring her to do something other than what he'd told her to.

Slowly and reluctantly, she began to walk towards him in defeat. Once in the hallway Olaf pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket and demanded one of his troupe meet him at the children's ward.

Once they arrived the Bald man was already waiting. Olaf handed Babs over to him and began to list things he wanted his other henchpeople to find and bring to him. Violet stared over at the bed that she had most recently escaped, with the bandages ties still lying cut on the pink sheets. As she heard the door shut she turned around to face Count Olaf.

She'd barely made eye-contact with him before his hand collided with the side of her face. The force sent her falling to the side, right into the movable stand that held the tray of tools he had threatened her with earlier. Hitting the floor atop the pile of tools, her vision lined with bright spots and her hand cut from landing on the blade of one of the knives, she panted as she faced the ground while Olaf loomed over her.

'You almost ruined all of my plans. Again.' He sneered. 'But your goody-two-shoes stupid noble nature is your downfall. You couldn't just save yourself, could you? You've caused me so much trouble. I would've had your fortune ages ago if you'd only used the right hand when signing that certificate!' Olaf began to pace in his anger and Violet's vision finally returned enough to focus in on her surroundings. As Olaf continued she gripped the handle of the knife with her bleeding hand.

Olaf snatched up the doctor's coat that Violet had forgotten she'd been holding and had dropped when she'd been struck and shook it. 'And now you're using my own methods against me?' Noticing she was still facing the floor he yelled 'Look at me.' When she didn't comply, he made a move towards her.

Violet turned and held the knife out pointing it upwards towards him. Olaf froze and glared. 'Go on orphan. I'd love to see you use it.'

Shuffling into a sitting position and then rising to her feet, all without lowering the knife, Violet stood across from Olaf. 'You've failed every time. Because as long as you are evil there will always be good people to stop you.' Her hand shook and a few drops of blood dripped to the ground.

'There is no good and bad Violet. Your parents new that.'

'My parents were good people.' Violet responded with conviction.

'Oh? The same parents that left you alone?'

'That wasn't their fault, they-'

'That kept secrets from their children?'

'They were just trying to protect us-'

With each statement he took a step towards her, but Violet held her stance as she responded.

'That same parents that would kill for their own agenda?'

'My parents would never kill anyone-' Violet's eyes filled with tears and hatred. As Olaf opened his mouth to respond the door swung open to reveal the bald man, with the rest of Olaf's henchpeople behind him. In the moment that she glanced to the doorway in surprise, Olaf grabbed her wrist that held onto the knife and slammed it against the wall beside him. Crying out in pain, Violet loosened her grip and Olaf used his other hand to take the knife from her hand and pressed the blade against her neck, pinning her against the wall. Without explaining anything to the stunned troupe, he demanded they set up what he'd instructed them to bring.

As Violet saw that they were attaching thick leather restraints to the bed, she began to struggle. Olaf pressed his finger on the cut on Violet's hand that he had pinned to the wall beside her head, and tears began to fall down Violet's face.

'Shhh' he said in false comfort removing his hand holding the knife from her neck and using his thumb to wipe away the tears on her cheeks. He then addressed the troupe as he said 'bring me something to clean her up a bit with.'

One of the white-faced women went rustling through a cabinet and then brought of a disinfectant sterile wipe and gauze. Taking it from her, Olaf proceeded to wipe up the blood from Violet's hand that hand come from the cut. He did not move from his position while he worked, essentially trapping her against the wall. 'I don't want you to be all bloody…' he said as he pressed the disinfectant wipe none-too-gently over the small wound causing Violet to wince. 'Not yet' he added, smiling at her.

'There. All better.' He said. Then as if to taunt her he raised her hand to his lips and kissed atop the cut slowly and gently whilst never losing contact with Violet's tear-filled eyes.

'Now although you are the ripest orphan, merely a few years away from acquiring the fortune, I find that you've caused me too much trouble. You have been by far the most resourceful, and I can't help but feel you're the route of all my plans failing. So I've decided to keep one of the other two brats. As for you…' Pointing the knife towards her throat once more, he paused, and then ran his thumb over a spot of blood on the handle in a revoltingly affectionate manner.

As if snapped from a trance, her pulled her from the wall and lifted her onto the bed as he and his troupe each began to strap down her down. Olaf looked gleeful and as he placed a mask over her face Violet struggled with all her might to stay awake.

Breath.

I need to find Klaus and Sunny. I need to be here to protect them.

Breath.

I promised.

Breath.

'Now, shh, just relax…and count backwards from ten' Olaf's words loomed over her.

Breath. Breath. Breath.

Violet felt utterly helpless and although she wanted to beg for the lives of her siblings to be left alone, and say all manner of things to the man above her, she asked a question that resided not within the deep thinking cogs of her brain, but only the surface. As the pace of her breaths increased, so did her fear and all she could say was 'What are you gonna do to me?'

As Olaf shhhed her once more, she felt her body relax and her head lull to the side, and as the fading face of Esmè Squalor blurred before her eyes, and the voice of a woman echo the words 'night night' met her ears, she could keep her eyes open no longer.

Olaf watched as the girl before him go limp. 'I'd like to see her escape this' he muttered maniacally as his troupe and Esmè laughed and left the room. Bending over the unconscious and strapped down Violet he placed a hand in her hair and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

'Sweet dreams'

Author's Note:

Just wanted to say thank you to all who take the time to read by first ever ASOUE fic, I love the fandom and this has inspired me to write more! I love reviews and I want to thank my first review as the feedback was so sweet and made me want to put up another chapter right away! Haha Enjoy season 3, I binged it all last night.