Author's Notes: What up peeps? So I spent most of the day working on this. Still don't know that I'm totally happy with it but whatever. My best friend and I have been fucking around playing Soul Caliber III all day. It's been interesting. Other than that I haven't been doing shit. It's been fun. Like I said I don't know that I'm totally okay with this one but meh. I knew some stuff needed to be explained/shown and I thought with the way I've been fragmenting Olivia's consciousness. Hope no one minds. Let me know if it's too confusing/what the hell? My puppy and I may be heading to my parents tomorrow but we'll see sort of what we feel like when we get up. So if I head down there I will have more writing time at night. All right I'm off to kick ass in our video games.

Chapter 3:

Livia opened her eyes late the next day. The woman she now knew was named Alex had tried to make her get into the bed and though she'd obeyed while she was there she was refusing to stay in when she left and she'd gone right back to her corner. She was shocked when she looked up and saw a familiar sight. Sitting in the green leather chair where Alex had been earlier in the night was none other than her Mistress. Livia blinked reaching up to rub her eyes for a moment but when she pulled her hands away the woman was still sitting there.

"Livia what are you doing precious?" Jocelyn asked shifting forward in the chair.

She wasn't due back to the states for another week but she'd gotten word of her precious pet and her favorite little maid being taken by the police. It didn't take her long to put two and two together after she'd spoken to her mother and heard the NYPD were looking for her. A few phone calls and bills slipped into proper hands and here she was.

Livia made a happy little noise and moved forward crawling and settling herself at her Mistress' feet. Jocelyn smiled and moved forward drawing her beloved little pet up and onto her lap. She cuddled her close pressing her lips tenderly to her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips before settling back and allowing Livia to lean against her so she could listen to her heartbeat. Livia felt herself lulling off a bit unable to help it. She really hadn't slept since she'd been forced from her Mistress. And now here she was finally back in her arms where she belonged. Could anything be better than this?

Alex pushed open the door quietly not wanting to wake Olivia up if the woman was still sleeping. She hoped she was still in the bed though she'd doubted she would be. She was barely into the room when she stopped dead in her tracks. Olivia was no longer sitting on the floor instead she was settled on the lap of a blonde woman who could only be the woman who had made her this way. She raced over to the pair startling Olivia who looked up at her in shock and threw her arms around the woman clinging to her with all her might.

Jocelyn looked calmly back at the blonde woman standing in front of her and with a small nod of head set Livia gently back on the floor. Livia clung tightly until Jocelyn gently pet her and told her softly to release her. Livia did after a few moments hesitating to let go since she believed that her beloved Mistress would up and disappear on her.

Jocelyn settled back studying the woman in front of her with a small smile before she rose to her feet. Alex watched as she stopped near her studying her for a few moments before she walked past her towards the door. Livia cried out and tried to get to Jocelyn but the woman never looked back.

"Livia?" Mitsuru's soft voice broke through Livia's dream. She jerked and sat up tears still flowing down her face from what she thought would be happy reunion that had turned ugly by the presence of the blonde woman with glasses.

Livia smiled as her friend came close and knelt beside her. They reached out and drew each other close holding onto one another for comfort. "Are you okay Livia?" Mitsuru asked pulling back slightly to look at her in concern.

Livia sighed looking down and shook her head. "No I'm not okay." She said softly. It was the first words she'd spoken since she'd been taken.

"I miss her too you know." Mitsuru said watching Livia's rich brown eyes.

"I didn't say you didn't." Livia pointed out. It had always been a point of contention with them. Before Livia had come along Mitsuru had been Jocelyn's favorite among all the other girls and boys that helped out around the manner. Jocelyn had still taken meticulous care of the redhead when she'd brought Livia home but Livia had gotten most of her attention those first few months. And truthfully looking back on it the brunette didn't know how she would function if she hadn't gotten the affection and attention she needed.

"Do you remember how timid you were?" Mitsuru asked with a smile seeing Livia's mind had wandered and accurately guessing exactly where it had gone.

"I wasn't like you Mitsuru. I wasn't spoiled before I was bought by our Mistress."

Mitsuru frowned and nodded, "I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch a sore spot."

Though the two were friends and would stay close to each other if only to remember the woman they both loved so dearly, there had always been a bit of rivalry that existed between them over Jocelyn's affections. Livia and Mitsuru had come to Jocelyn under completely different circumstances. Mitsuru had belonged to an older man who had sold her to Jocelyn right before he'd died. He had adored the little redhead and had spoiled her rotten. Mitsuru since she was spoiled, had been used to getting attention and Jocelyn finding her to be a charming little spit fire had given in and spoiled her though she didn't hesitate to punish Mitsuru when the little beauty stepped over the line with her.

Livia could distinctly remember her the first few weeks with Jocelyn. The woman easily seeing how tentative and afraid Livia was didn't raise a hand to her in fact she never even raised her voice at her. When business deals would anger or upset her if Livia happened to be in the room with her she would leave quietly and Livia through the wall could hear her louder words. She was grateful for the attention finding that the harshly spoken words and anger really did frighten her. When Jocelyn would come back she would sit and just pet Livia with a soft look on her normally rather hard face.

Mitsuru gently brushed her hands through Livia's soft brown hair. "When do you think they'll let us out of here?" She asked, breaking through Livia's thoughts.

"They won't. They think I'm this person Olivia. They've all called me that." Livia curled into her herself slightly.

"Who is she? Do you know?" Mitsuru asked cocking her head slightly.

"No. I don't have any idea who she is. And frankly I hate that name. It's so plain. It's not special."

"You mean it's not what Mistress called you. She changed your name when you came to her. Just like she changed mine." Mitsuru pointed out with a smile.

Livia nodded, "Did I really look like a Libby?"

Mitsuru giggled and shook her head. "Not at all but it was the only name you would give me and I knew she wouldn't call you that."

"She hated it." Livia agreed. "She said it was too plain for something so pretty and fine."

Mitsuru nodded, "I should get back to my room before the nurses come looking for me. Hang in there okay? I'll try to sneak back in later." She promised.

Livia laid down again in her now familiar corner. It had been late when Mitsuru came to visit her but now the sun was beginning to peak through the thick drawn curtains and she knew she should rest a bit. Plus when she slept she dreamed of Jocelyn. It was a win win situation at least for her at the moment. She wasn't awake for the blue eyed man and the redheaded woman to pry at her and the pretty blonde wasn't coming by until the early evening hours so she truly had no reason to stay awake.

She curled into a ball and allowed her mind to drift like always to thoughts of her Mistress and finally fell into a restless sleep.

After they had removed her from the cell with little Elaine she'd fought hard to get back to her only to be beaten quite badly for the efforts by the large men that had apparently been their guards. An older man with a large portly belly came by and screamed at them when he noticed his property so badly damaged stating that she wouldn't get nearly as much as he could get with her exotic beauty. If only she knew how to behave he wouldn't have had to let this happen. The men who had beaten her didn't look the least bit apologetic for it.

She didn't know what time of day or night it was nor how long she and Elaine were kept in their little room before finally they were both drug out. Because of the bruises and cuts Libby had sustained she was given to an older woman who covered her in make-up trying to hide the bruises as best she could but in the end it had made it worse by looked very caked on. She was tied up and lifted by one of the burly guards that had beaten her. He'd taken great pleasure in running his meaty hands over her body and though she'd struggled it was impossible to get away from him for fear of falling and getting even more hurt.

She was thrown in the center of a large room and the same portly man that had spoken of her injuries and the lack of money he would make off her stood over her talking to a large group of people. She shook with terror not understanding fully what was going on as he jerked her to her feet holding her by her jaw aloft so everyone could see her face. She couldn't see their faces clearly as they stood outside the circle of bright light that was surrounding her and the portly man that held her aloft. Finally he spoke. "Now I know she's not exactly young but she's quite exotic looking and we thought some of you may find some sort of use for her. I'm sure she'd make a lovely bed ornament if trained properly." This got a laugh out of most of the room.

"All that make-up surely obscures her face though." A young man's voice rang out. "What does she look like underneath?"

"Well she's certainly a feisty one so we had to subdue her a few times."

"More like almost beat her half to death." The same young man spoke. "My mistress would like her property to be untouched if she's going to be paying so much for her."

"Surely your Mistress would understand the need for our trainers to be a bit heavy handed." The portly man tried to reason with the young man that had spoken. The man shook his head in return, his dark hair almost as long as Libby's bouncing around his shoulders.

When the bidding began no one spoke immediately until the same young man spoke. "My Mistress will give you your asking price and 10,000 extra for your troubles." He folded his arms, "Though it does seem to me that she's being taken advantage of." He eyed the portly man who's weasel-like features twisted in glee before nodding.

"Of course. I understand completely. Well I think it's safe to say she's sold to Mistress Jocelyn with my blessing." The greedy man's eyes lit up.

Libby had been loaded into a large crate once she'd been purchased but no one bothered to untie her. In fact the guards that had beaten her had taken great pleasure in groping her and fondling her though the young dark haired man that she realized appeared to be either Indian or Native American due to his dark coloring. He was quite handsome and he put a quick stop to her foul treatment. She never saw Jocelyn until she was loaded into the large limo. She felt the car move but heard nothing other than the engine until suddenly the door to the crate was opened. She pushed herself as tight as she could into the corner refusing to come anywhere near the door to be hurt or groped again but no one reached for her. Eventually though she refused to acknowledge it her curiosity got the better of her and she slowly pushed herself out of the crate.

The first thing she noticed was the dark interior of the car and then the light shining down on a tall blonde woman in a business suit. She had a manila folder in her lap and was reading something in it with a highlighter in her well-manicured hand. She glanced up and then smiled when she saw Libby slowly inching her way out of the crate. She didn't say a word though she did slowly cap the highlighter and set the file aside. She folded her hands in her lap and slowly crossed her legs remaining stationary as she was clearly able to see how scared Libby was.

"Hello." She said softly which caused Libby to jump and try to shrink in on herself a task made impossible by the thick ropes and their burning touch that bit into her flesh. She smiled softly, sadly and reached up laying her hand on her ample chest. "I'm Jocelyn. I'm your Mistress now. You don't have to fear me, just respect me and I'll give you the same curtsey. I promise. May I touch you to untie you?" She asked instead of just reaching out to grab her and do as she wished. Libby hesitated clearly not at all happy with the idea of another touching her before she finally nodded.

Jocelyn reached down and ever so gently began to undo the harsh knots. Slowly the rope fell away and she made a soft sound. "Your skin is very delicate. Why they felt the need to let you get rope burn like that I won't ever know."

"They said I deserved it." Libby murmured looking down at her wrists.

Jocelyn lifted her hand and Libby flinched back seeing the movement and expecting to be hit. Jocelyn merely laid a finger on her lips and shook her head. "No talking little one. I don't like it. You may converse with the others but never with me. Do you understand? You can nod your head to answer me."

Libby looked at her wearily and nodded her head though her eyes remained wary. Jocelyn pulled her hand back and nodded. "All right little one. We're going to take you home now and I'm going to put you in the bath to get all the make-up off so we can assess what sort of damage has actually been done to you so I can decide whether I need to call a doctor in for you or not."

Libby nodded watching her still. The woman she noticed and wondered if it was meant to get her used to her touch or not was gently slipping her fingertips around the edges of the rope burn on her wrists. Libby watched her white hands sliding over her olive skin and then glanced up at her. Jocelyn for her part glanced down when Libby looked at her and slowly slid one hand up her arm allowing Libby to pull back if she wished to but Libby never moved. Slowly Jocelyn's white hand crept up and into Libby's soft hair and began to brush through her hair. Without realizing it Libby slid forward slightly laying her head close to Jocelyn's booted feet as Jocelyn continued to tenderly scratch her scalp and stroke the brown locks of hair that were admittedly slightly greasy. Libby knew she shouldn't want the woman to touch her hair when it was like this but she couldn't help it, it was really nice.

"What's her name?" The red-haired Japanese girl asked as she and the one that had spoken for Jocelyn at the auction now known as Tristan spoke as she looked over Libby's frame.

"We'll figure that out later Mitsuru. Can you take her upstairs and bathe her then get her some of my things. I'm a bit taller than her but my shirts and pants should fit. Then bring her downstairs to my office. I'll be doing work until then." Jocelyn commanded as she set her briefcase down in the foyer and moved down the large immaculate foyer towards the third door on the left. She pushed the door open and walked into the study leaving the three alone in the hallway.

The redhead turned to look at Libby and frowned. "Well you heard her. Come one let's go."

Mitsuru knocked softly at Jocelyn's door later on. After helping the woman she now knew as Libby through her bath. She smiled as she looked back at Libby. Dressed in a tank top and a pair of black jogging pants from her Mistress' closet rolled up of course seeing as Jocelyn had quite a few inches on Libby made her look quite cute. Her hair was a rich brown color that matched beautifully up against her olive skin and brown eyes.

Jocelyn smiled when they entered not rising to her feet. "I bet that feels much better to get all the grime and make up off. Come here and kneel down let me look at you." She rose to her feet and came to stand in the middle of the room. Mitsuru watched her closely frowning as she watched Libby slowly move into the room and kneel. Immediately Jocelyn was in front of her gently petting her in the same soothing fashion from the car and lifting her head so she could see the damage her face had inflicted. "Mitsuru what's her name?" She asked never lifting her green eyes from Libby's form.

"Libby Mistress."

"Libby? That's not a name for something so fine." Jocelyn bit her lip taking a few moments to think before she smiled at Libby. "I think we'll call you Livia."

Author's Ending Notes: Let me know what you think like always peeps!