A/N: This Chapter wasn't in the other version, I skipped out on a lot of what Aerith went through as a Honeybee. Hurry for extras? Warning: Contains Rape/Non-Consensual sex.

Chapter 7

She never wore makeup before. Her mother had told her that she didn't need it. She was naturally beautiful. And Aerith had clung to those words even after she'd been kidnapped. Don Corneo had told her she wasn't complete without makeup, and decided that he would be the first to put some on her. As he spread the lipstick over her lips slowly, he licked his lips. When he was done, he closed his eyes and shuddered, as if he'd gotten some sort of pleasure from it.

"Don't frown." he whispered in her ear. She shivered and looked away from him. "You look beautiful, but that frown ruins it all." His hands rested on her shoulders and for the longest time, Don just stared. His eyes traveled over every inch of her body and his breaths sped up. "Oh, Honeybee… Which one are you?" He let her go and sighed, "Aerith, you're Aerith aren't you? Two months and I still don't remember." He shook his head, "If we were lovers, maybe." They'd had sex, several times already, but Aerith knew that didn't count. To be lovers, both parties needed to consent and she never would. "Speak to me." he ordered.

"How can I help you?" she said automatically.

"So eager to please." He chuckled and walked away, "Haven't you ever wanted to have sex on a desk?"

"No." she shook her head. She couldn't understand where he got his delusions from. He seemed to believe that everyone who worked for him wanted everything he threw their way. "Never."

"Never?" he repeated. He was insane, she decided,because no sane man could be so lost in their imagination like he was. "Come over here." he patted the desk and it took everything she had to keep from crying. She always listened to him, she gave in without a fight. Even though she'd never fought back, she was afraid of what would happen if she did.

He put his hands on her hips and bent her over the desk, "How old are you?" he asked.

"14." she answered.

"Young. They just get younger and younger." he sighed, "You're such a slut." He slapped her butt and shook his head. "Shouldn't you be at home, studying or baking cookies? Why are you here? Why would you choose to become a whore for me?" She didn't answer him, he was playing with her. Last time he'd done so, she'd cried and he'd had sex with her. She wasn't going to fall for that again. She would just ignore him. "I have a something to take care, so our little game will have to end soon."

He pulled down her shorts and slowly forced himself inside her. She bit the inside of her cheek shut her eyes. He liked it when she was verbal, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He thrusted quickly and moaned, "Yes…" he dug his nails into her hips and she hissed in pain, "I know you like it." Her stomach was pressing into the desk with every thrust and she began to find it hard to breath. She gasped for air and he moved faster, "Aerith…" She hated the way he said her name. His tone was filled with lust and hunger. He moved a hand to her breasts and grabbed them roughly. Pain was the only way he'd get a response from her, but today she didn't make a sound, "Sing for me." he ordered, "Don't just lay there." She allowed herself to whimper at his painful thrusts but nothing more. It seemed to satisfy him, because he came soon after.

As usual, he collapsed on top of her. "That was great." he breathed, "I'm sorry I couldn't take my time," She waited for him to get up before pulling her shorts back up. "We'll continue after your shift." he slapped her butt once more before pushing her out of the room. Aerith walked quickly to her room, her shift started in 2 hours.

She headed back to her room and saw Yuffie and Tifa waiting for her. "Is everything ok?" she asked. She closed the door and sat down on the bed.

"Everythings fine." Tifa assured, "We were waiting here when we got the order to stay in our rooms."

"What order?" Don hadn't told her,maybe he'd wanted to catch her outside her room. They tried to talk, to forget what was happening, but all conversations just brought up memories of her life before. In the end, they sat in silence. Yuffie curled up at the foot of her bed and Tifa sat on the floor and closed her eyes.

Time went on and Aerith began to get anxious. She tapped her fingers against the bed frame loudly and tried to distract herself. Eventually, Tifa took her hand and sighed, "Calm down, Aerith." She was trying to be comforting, but her voice was too weak. It just reminded her that Tifa had been punished a long time ago and Don could come for her whenever he felt he needed to.

"Do you think he'll come here?" she asked.

"He has no reason to. You didn't do anything… did you?" Tifa asked. Aerith could only shrug. There were several things she'd done recently that Don wouldn't like. Some of her clients refused to pay the required amount Don probably thought she was stealing money from him. There were also times when she couldn't handle anything. When she would just collapse and cry. Some men liked that, but others wanted her verbal. They wanted her to like it and would storm away angrily when she didn't respond.

"A little kid stole food from the kitchen." Yuffie spoke up suddenly. Aerith looked down at her and frowned. Yuffie looked so… broken. Sure, when they'd first met, Yuffie had looked weak already. But now she looked horrible.

"How do you know?" Tifa asked.

"I saw her." Yuffie shrugged, "She took a carrot and she ate it."

"Why didn't you stop her?" Tifa sighed, "You knew she'd get in trouble."

"Not my problem." Yuffie shrugged and tucked her head back into her arms. Aerith wanted to say something but her mind traveled to Zack. He worked with the kids everyday,maybe he knew the child that had been punished.

They sat for a few minutes more before Tifa stood up, "I think it's over now. I hear people in the halls." she tapped Yuffie's shoulder and walked towards the door, "Try to get some sleep Yuffie." The young girl nodded and rolled off of the bed.

"Bye Aerith." She mumbled before slinking out of the room. Aerith followed her to the door and started to close it behind them when Zack slipped in.

"Aerith!" he smiled.

"What?" she crossed her arms, "I'm going to sleep now." That was the plan at least, she probably wouldn't sleep at all.

"There's this boy… It's his birthday and we got him a cake." Zack said. Aerith's stomach growled at the thought of cake.

"Yeah? Why are you telling me?" He knew that Don had them on a strict diet. It wasn't bad, she actually like it. But they weren't allowed snacks or sweets. It would make them fat and while people did enjoy fat women, Don didn't want any of his girls fat.

Don't you want some?" he asked. When she didn't answer he stepped closer, "It's chocolate! Chocolate can solve any problem." Except for hers. Chocolate was never going to get her back at home with her family. "It'll be fun."

"I'm not allowed to have sweets." she sighed, "You'll just get me in trouble."

"I wasn't trying to." he shook his head quickly, "I'm sorry! I just thought you would want some chocolate. You and Yuffie just seem so sad all the time." He turned away and opened the door, "It'll be there if you change your mind."

"I'm sorry Zack, I really want some but I can't hold anything down right now." He nodded and left the room. She always felt this way after she did anything with Don. He made her feel too disgusting to even try eating. Tifa had tried to help remedy this, but she couldn't. She collapsed on her bed and sighed. She barely slept anymore and she was always hungry, even when she did eat. She wasn't pregnant, she took pills to stop that and she wore condoms with every client. What was wrong with her?

Maybe if she stopped moping so much things would get better. She got out of bed, she was going to have some cake. She walked quickly to the basement and called out to Zack. He appeared immediately and took her hand. "Aerith! You changed your mind?" he asked.

"Sort of. But I don't know if I can eat it" She was having second thoughts already. What if Don found out? One piece of cake wouldn't make her fat but… what he found out? Zack was already cutting the cake and passing pieces out to the children. He placed a small piece in her hand and watched as she ate a small piece.

"How is it?" he asked. It was great,in fact, she wanted to gobbled the entire piece down and lick the frosting from her fingers.

"It's okay." she shrugged and continued to eat. Zack ate his own piece before looking back to her. He watched her for a moment before speaking up.

"Your shift starts soon doesn't it?" he asked, "You should get some sleep, you look tired." She blinked, if he could tell, then her clients would be able to tell too. The last thing she needed was another complaint to be filed against her.

"Thank you for the cake." she nodded and rushed up the steps. She dropped the little bit of cake she had left on the steps and rushed to her room. She rushed inside and yelped when she saw Don sitting on her bed. "Oh… I didn't see you there." she swallowed. Did he know about the cake? Even if he didn't, would he kiss her? Because then he'd taste the chocolate "Is there something I can help you with?"

"There's always something you can help me with." he purred. "But I really wanted to give you some news. I'll be leaving for home tomorrow and staying there for a few weeks." He stood up, "I want you to come along. You may have the rest of the day off to prepare for the trip." He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Once we get to the house, you'll be all mine."

"Yes, sir." she whispered. He let her go and left the room. Aerith walked over to the bed and let herself fall onto it. She was relieved that she wouldn't have to work today,but she was scared at the same time. Don Corneo was violent, she knew that first hand and some of the other girls had even complained about it during dinner. The last thing she needed was to be alone with him…

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I cut chapter seven into parts because people said before that it was too long. And since there will be extra stuff, I thought this was for the best.