Right. So when we left off, Bailey had found herself in a place similar to her dreams. Thanks for reviewing, Elizabeth Fire Ice Heart, queenoftrouble and Bloodylilcorpse.

Zoey woke up soon after I'd taken in everything. She frowned when she saw me. "Bailey? You're here?" She gave a sigh. "I guess it was only a matter of time. Let me guess, he chloroformed you?"

I sighed too. "That was how it happened to you?"

Zoey nodded. "One minute I'm sitting there, reading, the next I'm waking up in this bed and I'm told that I'm not allowed to wear my own clothes any more." She pointed at a wardrobe door in the corner. "There's copies of most things in there. He'll probably make you wear similar stuff to me."

"So...you've been here for over a week?" I whispered. Zoey nodded tearfully. "What did he do?"

"He...um...well..." Zoey choked out, "He...made me lose my..." She didn't need to finish that sentence. "And he makes me play these stupid roles, like a couple of nights ago, he made me wear a stripper costume...and then do a pole dance, and give him a lap dance."

I shuddered. "That sick, twisted little...wait a second. So what is he going to do with both of us?"

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of my nightmares spoke up. "Having a good talk, my beautiful slave girls? It's a good thing you get along, because you're going to do a lot more than talking from now on."

Slowly, the door opened, and I knew I was right. The minute Mal's eyes landed on me, his face lit up in sadistic approval.

"Nice to see you're awake, Bailey." he said. "I see you're more of a fighter than this one." He gestured to Zoey. "The chloroform knocked her out for a few more hours than you."

"I don't care!" I hissed at him. "Just let me and Zoey out of here and let us actually have a life, you total nutjob!"

I knew that was an unfair statement, if, by chance, Mike was still in there and could hear me, but at that moment, I didn't care.

I steamrollered on "Why do you need Zoey, anyway? Isn't it harder to keep control when she's around?"

Mal's smirk only grew. "Only when she's in danger. And I'm not planning to murder her. And besides, you make me stronger, doll face."

He paused. "I've gone through the rules with Zoey. You should remember them from juvie. Now, both of you, get dressed. I don't care what you wear, but I expect it to be the same thing. I expect you out there in ten minutes." And he left us.

I went to the wardrobe, to find two of everything. Well, everything that a slut with no self-respect would wear.

Zoey joined me. "This is the first time he's actually let me choose."

"What about the most modest combined with the least humiliating?" I suggested. "Thing is, the prison stripes cover the most, but the cheerleading ones are actually not that demeaning..."

Zoey tilted her head to one side, considering. "Yeah, but the cheerleading ones barely cover anything. And trust me, having been here for a week, we'll have to actually do some acrobatics if we put them on. I'd pick the most revealing, actually, because if he can look at us, he'll most likely not do too much."

I didn't want to give in to that logic, but I figured I would have to. I looked at everything, and then chose..."What's that leather outfit?"

Zoey heaved a sigh. "It's supposed to be motorbike gear except they're shorts and show a ton of cleavage. But they're the best we can get, probably."

After we got dressed, we faced each other. "This is SO humiliating!" I groaned.

"I know, I know." Zoey said. "But do you know what he'll do if we don't listen?"

I paused. "Not really."

Zoey pulled up the top a tiny bit, and I saw a scar just above her belly-button. It was shaped like an M. "And that was just a warning." she said. "If I ever call him anything but Master, he gets mad. And that's just a minor thing. Trust me, he's got a lot worse than that."

We went out. Zoey pointed out everything in the place to me. It wasn't exactly the Tower of Mal, but for a flat, it was surprisingly menacing.

Zoey led me into the kitchen, where Mal was leaning against the counter, waiting. He didn't even try to hide the perverse way he was staring at us. "Nice." he finally said. "Zoey, breakfast is waiting in the dining room for you. You can go." Zoey shot me an apologetic look, and went to the next room.

"As for you..." Mal's hands landed on my shoulders, squeezing my shoulders painfully. After three years away from him, my tolerance for pain was lower, but it still was a weird turn-on to me, as long as it wasn't too much. "I'll be honest, doll face. I've realized that the whole sex slave thing was a bit too much for you. You're attractive, sure, but just like little Red in there, you're nothing special. I could just find any pretty girl and torture her. But I like your spirit. And I do need a little pleasure at times. However, now that I've taken both of you, I've discovered that I get more fun out of Zoey. You may have a more attractive personality, but I drive Mike completely insane when I talk about what I do to her. So she can do everything I want."

"Why would you need me, then?" I spat. "And why are you making me wear these stupid clothes?"

"You're here for her." Mal answered coolly. "You won't be doing anything to me. However, I've had a lot of time to think about what makes me happy. And what might make me happy is my own live show of two lesbian sluts who can't get enough of each other."

I instantly knew what he was saying, and the words burst out of me. "You freak! I'm straight, and even if I wasn't and had a crush on Zoey, I would never touch her unless she wanted me to! Besides, as Emilie Autumn once said to a rude audience member calling out for girl kisses, 'if I feel like kissing anyone, and I might, it sure as fuck will not be for you'!"

"As she also said, you're in my house now, bitch. Trust me, I have my ways of making you two irresistible to each other." Mal said darkly. "Go join her now. I have bars on the windows and complicated locks on the doors, so there's no way to get out. In an hour, I've got something to give you."

I shot him a death glare, but I didn't argue. I only went in the same direction as Zoey, and found a bowl of cereal there, presumably for me.

But then I looked down at the bowl and did a double take. "What the-!"

"You noticed the milk is green, huh?" Zoey muttered. "I think there's some kind of herb in it. Whatever it is, it makes me really uncomfortable all day." She lowered her voice. "I heard everything he was saying. I'm really really sorry in advance, Bailey, but what else can either of us do?"

"I'm more sorry for you than me." I whispered back. "At least I only have to do things to you, not him."

But to be honest, that didn't make me feel any better.

Yes, while Mal has been holding out to get Bailey back under his power, he's decided that after raping both of them, he got more out of it when it was Zoey (I imagine that he was taunting Mike about taking his girlfriend before Mike himself got the chance). As for what he was talking about...yes, lesbianism is ahead. Stop reading at this chapter if you wish to stay away from that kind of thing. And for those of you who are wondering why Mal says he can make Bailey and Zoey irresistible to each other...well, you'll find out what he's doing.

And in all seriousness, go on YouTube and check out "Emilie Autumn tells off a rude audience member". It's epic! If by any chance Emilie is reading this, *insert supposedly witty song reference here*.