Alrighty guys! Wow, its been awhile since I posted, but I'll be brief

This chapter is not for the faint of heart. This is the chapter which'll tell you why this entire FF is rated M. Non-con.

Aight? Glad we got that clear! Enjoy!

After that night, Elsa was completely frantic with joy as she handed out bottles of wine to each of the performers in honor of my daring trick that surely would bring back a stadium worth of people. I didn't drink, so when Amazon Eve handed me one of the biggest wine bottles I'd ever seen, I set it aside in the shadows hoping no one would notice before I could slip out. The past night involving Edward Mordrake was nearly enough to send me running to the hills, but since I was without money, I wouldn't get very far.

It was when Jimmy emerged from the crowd, a wide cheeky smile on his babyface.

"Congrats." He said with a grin, "Even I could never get Elsa to react that much to something I did."

"Thanks." I replied nonchalantly, longing for the cot waiting for me in my trailer. I didn't care if it was just a piece of fabric between two criss-crossed rods, right about now, it would've felt like the President's bed. Jimmy took my hand in his, gently nudging me towards the main entrance to the big top.

"Woa, there, buck-o." I said with a smirk, "Where are we going?"
"You look tired… I was just going to bring you back to your trailer. Wouldn't want anything attacking you between here and there."

Well… It would be nice to have the company, at least for this short time.

Jimmy and I walked arm-in-arm, chatting about our past lives. He was explaining his ancestry of fellow lobster-hands, how his father had it as well as his grandfather. When he asked me my story, I gave him a boring run-of-the-mill story of a generic family living in a generic house, too disheartened to tell my true tales of woe. He nodded and smiled at my story, occasionally asking questions. It was then that we reached my trailer, and I began to climb up the steps. But for some reason, Jimmy wouldn't let go of my hand. I then realized how rude I was being.

"Oh! Thank you for walking me back…" I sighed with a grin. Jimmy returned the smile, but refused to relinquish my hand from his.

"Is something wrong?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I… it's just…" He whispered before handing me the bottle of wine I'd left behind at the Big Top. How had he gotten that?

"Oh, thanks!" I replied, feigning joy at the dreaded sight of the wine.

"You left it back there." Jimmy said softly, raising his eyebrows at my apparent forgetfulness.

"Yea, I did… to be honest I'm not much of a wine drinker." I confessed as I held the bottle tightly in my fist.
Jimmy smiled shyly, sending butterflies through me, "If you want we could share it…"

I don't know why I agreed, maybe it was his puppy face, maybe it was the fact that the adrenaline rush I'd gotten from Elsa's praise had yet to dwindle even in the slightest, keeping me fully awake. So without too much debating on my part, I allowed him entry, despite the fact that my room was a very small one. Jimmy sat on the chair nearest my cot, using the windowsill next to him to pop the cork from the bottle.

The air immediately smelled sweet and sharp as he carefully plucked a glass from countertop and poured a hefty amount of the deep crimson stuff into the glass. Handing it to me I thanked him before sipping at the beverage. As I knew would happen, the burning sent me into a surprised coughing fit. Jimmy laughed as he took a great gulp from the bottle itself before setting it aside and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Thanks. I still don't like wine." I sputtered, pressing my knuckle against the bottom of my nose. He smiled before laying against the cot.

"Come join me." He sighed, tucking his arms under his head.

"You have your own trail…er."

The world spun suddenly and I had to work to keep my balance. Wow, that drink really was effective. Unless…

Jimmy stood up and wrapped his arms around my ribs and helped me to the edge of my bed.

"You… spiked it…" I whispered, realizing the situation I'd been put in.

"I didn't…" He breathed against my ear before setting me against the cot. The air seemed thicker as my eyes faded in and out of focus.

"If you touch me…" I groaned as my head lolled from side to side.

"You'll like it…" He breathed.

I watched as his hands traced against the front of my leotard, circling my breasts through the tight fabric.

"Please don't…" I breathed, my limbs feeling like they were a thousand pounds now. Jimmys hands lowered past my stomach and I found the strength to kick him in the head suddenly.

"The fuck!" He spat, grabbing my leg while his other hand covered the side of his face I'd struck. I smiled with a satisfied grin moments before my vision died away entirely.

Unfortunately however, I was still very much conscious, at least everything but my sight was. I could still feel and think as I felt Jimmy's lobster hands slide between my legs.

I tried to close my legs, cross them, move them, maybe kick Jimmy again in his smug little face, but all I could do was let out a soft whimper. It was happening again! I thought with despair.

The last thing I heard was the deafening thud of my door being thrown open. Who the hell…?

"Rebeque…?" A soft voice filled the air through my nearly comatose state of being. I nearly had to pry my eyelids apart as the world continued to fade in and out of focus all while my head roared between my ears.

"You need to wake up… you gotta be okay…" A soft male voice echoed now, a voice I couldn't recognize as being Jimmy's. Well at least that was good.

In and out I drifted, hearing whispers flit across my ears like butterfly wings. It seemed like days, but it might've only been hours. Time was meaningless. Finally, I was able to force my eyes open, letting out a groan of surprise when I felt a shock of electricity seem to rush through my head.

"What happened?" I moaned as I sat up slowly. I was in my room and resting on my cot, still in my leotard, and my face still painted. Elsa stood in the doorway, and she didn't look the least bit happy about my current state.

"Get up. You should've been awake hours ago."

My voice was hoarse, "Sorry, ma'am… but I couldn't wake up… I was dru-" I groaned holding my head in my palms, my fingertips easily finding my horns as I yanked them in an attempt to alleviate the pain slightly. It worked. A little bit, anyways.

"I dont want to hear any excuses, girl. You're lucky I'm even allowing you to partake in my show, when its cutting into MY showtime!" She exclaimed with distaste. Before long, I forced myself to sit up. Rage powered my movements, and allowed me to ignore the roaring agony in my head causing my brain to throb. She ranted and raved about how immature I was, and how crucial tonight's show was and that I was letting everyone down by being such a lazy.

"What could you possibly be thinking girl?!"

"Ma'am! If you'll just listen!" I finally yelled, which caused her to be silenced, her thin lips pursed with rage at being told to quiet.

I took a deep breath, but already I could feel my eyes watering. Jimmy was one of the only people who spoke to me, how could he do this?!

What I attempted to explain in a calm tone came out sorrow-filled and enraged as all the fear and pain came bubbling out like a sneeze.

"Jimmy tried to rape me! He spiked my drink! I couldn't move! Don't you even care to look at the histories of who you hire here!?"

Elsa watched me without any comment or reveal of emotion as I vented for that short moment before curling into a ball of shame as I sobbed into my knee.

For a minute or so I sobbed, and it wasn't until after I was finished that Elsa stepped back. And in her German accent, I heard her utter the worst thing I could've been told.

"It is a dog-eat-dog world out here, child. Like flowers we will all be plucked. Do not whine about it when it is your turn."

A snarl became evident in my throat as she slammed the door of my trailer without a second comment.