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Jessica (Review on Chapter 2): I don't know any of this. It's all speculation and watching Law & Order: SVU, Bones, CSI, NCIS, etc. Oh, and one Frerard fanfiction I read that was really good. The Zoey 101 becomes important as time continues.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Victorious, its characters, or the cast members who portray them. Victorious and its components belongs to Dan Schneider and the cast members belong to themselves.
xolys
CHAPTER 3
Jade must have fallen asleep in the back of the van because the next thing she remembered hearing was the engine shutting off. Jade laid still and listened for a little while, picking out four female voices and the big man's-her master's. She listened for anything else that could give away, but found nothing.
A quiet groan escaped Jade's throat as a pair of bony arms slipped under her body and lifted her up.
"She's so pretty," one of the female voices whispered. "And she looks so healthy."
The girl holding Jade shushed the other. "Quiet, Quinn."
Jade's eyes shot open under the blindfold as she remembered what Lola had said back at the auction:
The oldest of us was Amanda . . . He also had Zoey, Nicole, and Quinn.
This was not good.
"Sorry," Quinn replied.
Amanda carried Jade for maybe a minute before lowering her gently onto a lumpy bed. The blindfold disappeared from Jade's eyes and she looked around.
"Wh-where am I?" Jade whispered and looked around the room. It wasn't much to look at: a simple, metal, king-sized bed took up most of the space and peeling floral wallpaper lined the room's walls. A single window faced the fenced-in backyard surrounded by woods. Within the yard, three rottweilers lay on the grass, each gnawing on what appeared to be massive dog bones. Returning her gaze to the room where she lay, Jade trailed her eyes across the thin faces of the other four girls in the room with her.
"Hi, I'm Amanda," the blonde girl to her left smiled and pushed a stray hair out of Jade's eyes. "You're at your new home now."
Jade shook her head slightly. Amanda. Quinn. This was not good."Lola was here before me, wasn't she?" she asked tentatively.
The four girls dropped their heads. Amanda's lips flattened into a line as the other three bobbed their heads sullenly. "You met her at the auction, didn't you?"
Jade nodded. "Is this master as bad as Lola described?"
Four heads bobbed in affirmation.
"Since you're awake," a blonde girl in the corner piped up, albeit still quietly, "we should all go downstairs and prepare for Master."
"Zoey has a point." Amanda stood. "Quinn, catch our new sister up on her tasks. By the way," she turned to face Jade, "what is your name?"
"Jade."
"Pretty name. Well, Jade," Amanda placed her hand on the newcomer's shoulder, "do exactly what Master says. Anticipate him saying something else. Question nothing. He is far from merciful."
Jade nodded and followed Quinn, an awkward girl with glasses, out of the room and down a flight of stairs to a mudroom toward the rear of the house.
"You're going to be on your knees a lot here," Quinn stated flatly as she reached up into a cabinet. She produced a scrubbing brush, bucket, and dish soap and handed the supplies to Jade. "Your job is to clean floors."
Jade nodded and took the stuff. Without another word, she walked out to the front hall and began cleaning, starting by the door and working her way toward the back of the house.
Two hours later, she had scrubbed the tile and vinyl floors until they shone. From her position on the floor, she looked up at the final girl whose name she didn't know and asked where Master had gone to. Jade wasn't fond of people disappearing and reappearing. It reminded her too much of the breaker.
The girl stopped wiping a fancy dish and shrugged. "I don't know. You should ask Zoey. She's in the kitchen. I'm Nicole, by the way."
Jade thanked her, stood up, and walked into the kitchen, where she found Zoey standing over the stove. "Where's Master?" she asked.
Zoey didn't look over at Jade, but replied anyway while still cooking. "I don't know, but you'd better hope he's just out buying food. After dinner tonight, we're down to bread and apples."
Jade shuddered in memory of her father's basement.
"If you're done with the floors, could you help set the table? If Master's not in the house, he'll be here any moment."
"Of course," Jade nodded, "I'm finished anyway."
Zoey set down the spatula she was using and walked over to a set of cabinets, where she reached up to fetch a plate. Jade noticed that the blonde's raised arms and tight shirt revealed a depressing reality for many whores like herself: starvation and malnutrition. The girl's ribs protruded from her sides and created obvious ripples in the material of her greyed pink shirt.
Jade's stomach dropped. She felt guilty for being so well-treated while Zoey and the other girls suffered so much.
Zoey caught Jade's expression and hummed in a sigh. "Jade, don't feel bad that we are so thin. Feel lucky that you've been well-fed."
Jade sighed audibly and took the single plate that Zoey handed her. "It just makes me feel guilty."
Zoey shook her head and retrieved a cloth napkin and silverware and passed them to Jade. "Don't," Zoey placed her hand on Jade's cheek, "Master has been good to me."
Defeated, Jade nodded and carried the table settings to the dining room where she set them up.
All five girls froze when they heard the garage door open. They then scurried over to the mud room in a flurry of voices to meet Master once he came through the door. Within a short time, Master walked through the door and in under a minute, his shoes had been removed, his jacket had been hung up, and his briefcase had been taken into another room. Jade didn't even want to know what he kept in that briefcase. She put those thoughts on hold when Master walked over.
"Glad to see you're awake, Jade."
"Thank you, Master." Jade chanced looking up briefly and caught his glance. She quickly averted her gaze, but Master caught her looking and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her several inches off the ground.
"Don't you dare look me in the eyes again, whore," he growled. "It's not your place." He threw her to the ground with a thud.
With her eyes trained on the floor, Jade pushed herself to her knees. "Forgive me, Master. It won't happen again."
Master snorted. "It'd better not." He looked over toward the kitchen doorway, where Zoey was barely visible. "Zoey! Bring me dinner!"
"Yes, Master!" Zoey's voice replied before her frail figure appeared in the doorway with a large platter of food. She scurried over to the dining room table, carefully set up the meal, and rushed back toward the kitchen, grabbing Jade's wrist and dragging her along almost roughly.
Jade entered the kitchen to find the other three girls sitting on the floor in silence. "Why aren't you eating?" she asked quietly.
Amanda shushed the newcomer.
"We eat only when Master says we may," Nicole explained. "Sometimes it gets up to a few days."
"That's awful," Jade frowned.
For the next few moments, nobody said anything.
"If we're not eating, why aren't we cleaning?" Jade eventually asked.
"Master doesn't like noise when he's eating," Amanda explained.
"Then why not go upsta-"
"Girls! Come here!" Master barked.
"That's why," Nicole whispered as she rose to her feet and hurried out to the dining room. The five girls lined up along teh wall with their heads down and awaited further commands.
"Amanda, take jade up to my room. Clean her up. You have fifteen minutes."
"Yes, Master," Amanda bowed further and took Jade's hand to lead her up the stiars to the master bedroom.
Jade found that term interesting: Masterbedroom.
"I'm scared," Jade whispered once she and Amanda reached the room and the elder had shut the door.
Amanda led Jade into the bathroom. "Do not speak unless he instructs youto. Do not moan unless invited to. Do not appear to enjoy anything unless told otherwise. Master is sadistic, but do not cry. You don't want to know what happens if you do."
The blonde shuddered.
"What?" Jade asked, half curious and half terrified. Maybe masochism wouldn't serve her well inthis house.
"I would tell you to ask Megan, but she's not with us anymore." Without another word, Amanda helped Jade to undress entirely. She passed a wet washcloth over any dirty or bloody spots and applied cover up to blemishes and scabs. Jade redid her makeup to look neat.
A timer went off downstairs and Amanda practically sprinted to the door carrying Jade's clothes. "The clothing will be in our room. Sit on Master's bed. Good luck." With that, the blonde disappeared.
Jade watched the hands on the clock across the room tick along. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. This was the most painfully long wait ever.
After a seemingly never-ending thirty-six seconds, Master threw open the door, carrying his briefcase again. Jade panicked and her eyes flew wide in fear. Still, she said nothing.
"Good evening Jade," Master smirked and set his briefcase in the corner of the room. "What have you learned so far today?"
Jade sat on the massive bed with her knees hugged to her chest, staring at her master with terrified eyes and saying nothing.
"You may speak, Jadelyn West."
Jade squeaked in horror. She didn't think her name had carried with her. "Master, if I may," she stuttered, "how do you know my full name?"
Master cackled in a way that almost reminded her of Sikowitz. "You poor, stupid whore. You're all over the news on the radio and television even now, months after you disappeared. Someone must think you're really special."
Beck, Jade thought, a spark growing in her cold and broken heart. He had begun to fade from her dreams recently as her hope had dwindled.
"Besides, you're the daughter of the miraculous Mr. West, breaker extraordinaire. I always thought West was just a pseudonym for being the best on the west coast. Guess not."
Jade's lip trembled as she continued thinking of Beck. If only she could apologize to him.
"Anyhow, you little slut," Master spoke, bringing Jade back to the painful reality of her situation, "I think it's time I get what I want."
Jade nodded without a word. She wasn't free. She wasn't with Beck. She belonged to this man and had to acquiesce to his every whim.
Scaring her, Master's palm came down across her cheek. "On your hands and knees, whore."
With her blue eyes glittering in terror, Jade complied. She had never been taken in this way before.
She must have been shaking because Master hit her again, thistime flat across her back with the belt from his pants. "Are you afraid, whore?" he taunted.
Whimpering softly, Jade nodded.
Master's hands appeared on her fair hips and pulled her against his already bare pelvis and hard cock. "You're new at this, aren't you?" he chuckled.
A single tear slipped down Jade's cheek as she nodded.
"All the more fun for me," Master snickered. He looped his belt over Jade's neck and pulled it tight like a dog's leash. With that, he pulled the belt down to the bed and forced Jade's head ungracefully to the pillow.
Jade stayed in the position with her cheek on the pillow and her ass in the air while Master knelt above her and finished undressing. He then trailed his hands along Jade's body, stopping only to squeeze her breasts so hard Jade almost cried out in pain.
Master leaned over Jade's body and held his mouth near her neck. "Since you're new, I'll be nice. I'll apply lubricant. In the future, stretch and lube yourself or deal with the consequences."
Out of the corner of her eye, Jade watched Master slather lube onto his massive cock. Even Beck's wasn't that big.
Without warning, Master lined himself up against Jade and thrust in. Explosions of pain rippled through her body and tears pricked in ehr eyes, but not a sound left her mouth.
For the next (extremely painful) three minutes and twenty-seven seconds-she counted-Jade fought tears as Master physically tore her apart. Eventually, he came into the condom before pulling out and collapsing onto the mattress.
Jade wasn't sure what to do. She settled on kneeling on the bed.
"Do you still want something, whore?" Master eventually growled.
"No, Master," Jade whimpered.
"Then go the fuck back to your room and let me sleep."
Jade didn't need to be asked twice. She quickly climbed off the bed and left the room before scurrying down to the small bedroom, where she found the other four on the bed.
Amanda held her undergarments and an oversized tee shirt. Zoey sat nearby with a bucket full of soapy water and a sponge. Quinn held tissues. Nicole laid on the far side of the bed, unconscious.
As soon as the door was shut behind Jade, Zoey approached and wiped down her legs, where blood had begun to trickle from the first penetration. Once she had finished, Amanda brought over the clothing and Jade slipped into them. Only after she was dressed in what she was given did she look around and notice that the other girls wore the same.
"Come here," Quinn eventually whispered, patting the bed beside her. Amanda made room for the blue-eyed girl to sit and wrapped her arms around her once she did.
"It hurt so badly," Jade whispered, still fighting tears. Jade West did notcry. "I've never been taken like that before." She grabbed a tissue from Quinn's box and blew her nose after dabbing her eyes. "I've never been in that much pain."
Jade almost laughed and the other three conscious girls looked at her with confused expressions.
"I like pain," Jade admitted. "But that was not the good kind."
Amanda nodded. "I'm sorry you went through this on your first night. Right now, though, we should sleep. Master's going to want breakfast at sunrise."
Zoey and Quinn agreed and climbed into bed. Jade ended up protectively situated in the middle of the bed, where she quickly fell asleep out of a mixture of emotional and physical exhaustion.
For the first time in at least a week, she dreamed of Beck.