Sentences/ words that are boldand in italics, are direct thoughts.
Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
Bold is Onomatopoeia.
"Bold, italic, and speech marks" signify telepathic speech.
Chapter 9! Getting there, this chapter is again, a bridge chapter, solely existing to provide the catalyst for leaving the abbey. Warning- mention, (and slight description), of rape.
She belongs to me, but no one else does.
Chapter 9- Master and Servant
They spent time together often, now sleeping in Kai's room all the time. They were both happier than they remembered ever being, the happiness spreading to the other guys.
They'd have sleepovers, where she'd tell the boys stories of the world outside the one they led in the abbey.
It was hard for them to hear these tales and not want more; not want to escape and live a life out there. In fact, they often spent nights coming up with new ways of getting out.
The boys had actually been using their beyblades to start a tunnel from behind Tala's bed to outside- just in case. They weren't planning to leave until she the money she needed to find her dad and live off of till she found a new job.
This job was getting harder to do, she didn't know whether Voltaire and Boris had noted any changes in the boys (for they had changed) and suspected her, or whether they thought the abbey just really needed a spring clean, but they had been adding more and more rooms for her to clean. Recently she'd been working so hard she could barely make it to the bed before collapsing. Kai had changed her into a t-shirt of his more than once.
When it got to the point that she was unable to finish her chores, she knew she would soon get called in front of Kai's grandfather- her boss.
"You didn't finish, yesterday," he said when that time had come. "Why not?"
"There was so much to do I ran out of time." She replied, looking down at her shoes.
Voltaire reached out and jerked her face up until he could look her in the eyes. "Do not lie! I know there's something going on between you and the Blitzkrieg Boys. Did you think I wouldn't notice you weren't sleeping in your room? There are cameras around and their footage shows you haven't returned to your room for weeks! Who have you been sleeping with? Is it Kai? Tala? No wait, you've been sleeping with all of them instead of doing your job, you little slut! Boris mentioned he saw all the boys coming out of Kai's room the other morning.
"I hired you to clean. You, a girl, out of the goodness of my heart because I knew you wouldn't get a place anywhere else! And this is how you repay me?! You shirk your duties, and you think you can have a little fun on the side! Well if you want fun, whore, I'll show you fun!"
Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened in a scream that was blocked by Voltaire's fleshy hand as he ripped open her blouse.
"Stop squirming, this is my right, I am your master, and you are nothing but my servant!"
Kai, she cried silently trying to block what was happening out. Oh, Kai! As Voltaire plunged into her, she desperately thought of Kai, bringing up all the memories of them together. It didn't work; the pain and humiliation took over until finally he was finished with her.
Slinging her on the ground, he did up his pants and strode out, his cloak billowing behind him, leaving her to huddle in the corner, shocked at what had just happened to her.
Kai headed back to his room after training. Greeting Ian who was just inside the door her looked around. Everyone was here except her. Where was she?
"Hey Tala, where'd she go?"
"Said something about Voltaire wanting to speak with her."
"And she hasn't come back yet?" Kai got a bit worried when Tala shook his head.
"You don't think maybe he hit her coz she didn't finish yesterday, do you?" Bryan too, was worried.
Getting up, they all went to Voltaire's office in search of her. Knocking, but getting no reply, they figured he wasn't in. Trying the door handle they found it unlocked and walked in. In front of the desk they noticed some white material. Picking it up, Kai swore. It was her blouse. Kai looked at the rest of the guys who had also figured it out, then started searching the room.
His eyes fell on something in the far corner. He squinted in the dim light and made out a figure, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them, face buried in them.
He jogged over and sank to his knees in front of her. He lifted her face with a finger under her chin and gave her a reassuring, albeit small, smile. "It's okay. We're here now. We'll look after you."
Kai accepted the shirt Spencer held out for him and helped her slip it on. When she was covered up, he slipped his arms around her and lifted her carefully, wincing at her hiss of pain.
"Don't worry," he whispered to her, "we won't be here much longer. I think it's time to get out."
Went a bit weird there, not exactly something I enjoyed writing about, but I felt I needed something big to happen to make her want to leave.
