A/N: This goes into the gentler yet at the same time darker aspect of their relationship. This is NOT something I encourage or appreciate and I am having a hard time writing it right. I'm trying to be realistic as possible while still respecting those who have gone through events like this. And yes, I think I broke my resolve that Cat is an unfeeling psychopath (all this means is that there is a slim possibility of it being a kind of, but not, good ending). Crap… Do not mistake this for a good thing because what has happened and is happening is not something I would forgive anyone for doing. I'm starting to think Cat has a thing for blood, or at least Jade's blood… which no… just no… blood fetish are ok… but when compiled with everything else… just no. This is by far the longest chapter of the series I've written and I hope it was partially worth the wait.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Victorious, except for 3 songs via I-Tunes and 1 newly bought CD.

TRIGGER WARNING BEGANS NOW! INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO: DUBIOUS CONSENT/RAPE, BLOOD FETISH/PLAY, and BDSM.

Also… I think I found the CADE theme song for this: Roses by Seether. The lyrics…

Cat POV Jade Dumps Beck

Going to Jade's house wasn't the plan, the plan was to let her stew for a few days until she came crawling back to you. But there was something unsettling for that one moment, when she met your eyes before driving away from school. It bothered you, it shouldn't because Jade is nothing but a piece of entertainment in this otherwise boring world that ultimately belonged to you, but it did. So you went to her instead of waiting for her to come to you. And you're glad you did because she's a mess, a beautiful broken wreck. It's so fascinating that you'll forgive her for hurting her hand. She looks at you with desperation in her eyes; recognition flashes through them and you catch a hint of madness. And it's magnificent. It makes you wonder how much further she could go.

"Jade, come here." You squat down and hold out your hand as if she was a small animal. It's an order not a request, but how you proceed next is all hinging on how she reacts to it. And she does so without hesitation, she crawls toward you paying no need to her bloody hand as it leaves a trail of shining red droplets behind her.

"Good girl," you tell her as you caress her face because no matter how far or how long she runs, she still remembers. Jade closes her eyes and leans into your touch as if it's her only lifeline, as it should be. "Look at me Jade." You want to see it for yourself. Her eyes have always been the weak point in her mask that she wears, and with all the walls she's been putting up it's been getting slowly more difficult to read but tonight they've all been stripped away. In them there is nothing but utter devotion and you smile because that was what you want from her. She smiles back, the one that only you've seen, it's vulnerable and warm. It makes you want to break her into tiny pieces to see if it will remain on her face as you take her apart. But it is also something that you treasure, so for the moment your hand stays and you placate yourself with her blood. She gives you her bleeding hand without prompting.

You turn her around and let her lean against you, you can feel her heart pounding against through her back. You bring her hand back and to your mouth. You lick it and the metallic taste washes over your tongue. Out of the corner of your eye you see that Jade's eyes are closed, a look of pure happiness on her face. You wonder what that would feel like; Jade's emotions were part of what drew you to her. You fed off them like they were drugs. Her happiness, her sadness, her emotional turmoil, her pain, all of it was just so enjoyable and it was even better if you were the cause.

"Up," you tell her. She complies instantly, and with a look she pulls you to your feet easily. It occurs to you how easily she could overpower you if she wanted, and you silently vow never to let that happen. You head towards her bedroom. With satisfaction, you hear her footsteps as she follows you. She pauses only to close the bedroom door behind her and you order to her strip her upper clothing off. You can read the fear and shame in her eyes. A healthy dose of fear is acceptable, but shame is something you can't abide by. You slap her, light enough so it doesn't leave a bruise but sharp enough so that it will sting. You force her onto bed with little resistance but there is resistance there. There is hesitation when you ask her to raise her hands above her head. It doesn't take long to bind her ands and legs, you move quickly because it looks like she's coming back to herself. The madness that had been occupying her eyes was fading and you can tell that she is slowly becoming aware of her predicament.

"Jade, relax." Those two words cause her body to go slack even as her eyes show the beginning of panic. Even as she realizes what's going on, the power you have over her with merely words is intoxicating. A thought occurs to you briefly, if you ordered her to kill her brother would she still do it even if her mind was screaming at her to stop? That would be interesting to try, later. You want to play right now.

"We're going to play a game," you look at your nails pretending to be bored. "I'm going to ask you questions and I want you to answer truthfully. If you don't…"

You lean forward and dig your nails into her arm. You don't do any damage, yet. But it gets the message across because she starts to struggle. You put your hand around her throat and it ceases immediately. You could squeeze hard enough to leave a bruise, to teach a lesson. But you don't because it had the desired effect, not that it matters anyway because Jade is good at hiding things. If you didn't know about the scars on her wrists you would have never been able to discern them from her beautiful skin. Besides the devotion is back, though the mad glint is not, and you can see she hates herself for loving what you do to her. You'll change that soon enough.

"I'm doing this to make you feel better." You think you hear the word 'liar' being muttered. You drag your nails down her exposed chest. "None of that now," you admonish. "Tell me what's wrong." She says nothing; you really didn't want to resort to this because it's not nearly as fun. "Jadey," you drawl as you dig a single finger into her skin, "why don't you tell me what's wrong." The combination of the touch and the variation of her name have the desired effect. It's a pity that she probably won't remember this tomorrow.

"My life." The response is instant.

"What about your life?"

"Beck, Tori, everything." You don't show that you're surprised when you aren't mentioned specifically. She knows better than to lie to you though.

"So many problems," you tell her "let's pick them apart one at a time shall we?"

"Yes."

"Why don't we start with Beck, Jade. What's wrong there?"

"I, I." Even now she's can't quite talk about it. Perhaps she needs some encouragement. You reach down, slipping your hand under her pants. You find what you're looking for. You pinch it and twist it hard and painfully, her hips buck and her face contorts in pain. It's beautiful.

"Now tell me what's wrong with Beck." And she does. Everything from frustration to anger to want to hope. You smile as she spills her soul to you.

"And Tori?" You ask.

"I want to be friends with her," she admits it freely. She so far gone and it's a sign that it's time for reinforcement.

"And why can't you be friends with her?" You ask her.

"Because I belong to someone else." The answer that comes out is automatic, you've drilled it into her head. But her entire body, her eyes, everything about her screams that it's true.

"That's right," you tell her. "Jadey, tell me who do you belong to?"

"You."

"Very good," you tell her. "Give me a list. If I like it I might reward you," her eyes light up. "It starts with 'I belong to you because.'" It's a good reminder.

"I belong to you because," she repeats obediently. And she repeats everything you've ever told her, even some things you haven't. Each sentence is given a reward, until all she can say is your name, over and over and over. She's spent, and surprisingly you are too. You untie her and she curls up next to you in a little ball. "That's a good girl Jade." There is no doubt in your mind she'll leave tomorrow, but where's the fun in this game if she didn't. It may anger you sometimes but it's still fun. Now if only Tori would stop interfering.

A/N: To tell you the truth writing Jade's reactions through Cat's eyes, made me quite thoroughly sick to my stomach. Also, I realized that the last chapter, it's not entirely correct with the series; forgive the time lapse that I apparently did not follow.

I was asked in a review, why I want this to be Cade so badly.

First, I want it to be Cade because there are few stories with an unhappy ending that are not suicides or some kind of death involved. Although that could change as I don't quite know what the ending will be yet, as I have to trudge through the show first. This may or may not have a happy ending… I am unsure of this yet. It could end up with a mediocre ending where a third of you are angry about it, a third are happy, and the remainder of you are just looking at it going wtf… *reads it again*… nope still wtf.

Second, I wanted to explore why some people stay/keep going back to the people that are obviously not taking care of them, abusive, or other such reasons. This one focuses on dependency, and twisted love.

Third, part of the reason is that I want to raise some awareness that while children will be children, we cannot write off the fact that children abusing other people is possible, no matter how young they are. I had a friend that was abused (raped) in elementary school by another kid only a year or two older than her. My sister began to verbally abuse my parents (yes there is such a thing as parental abuse) when she was about 8 years old. It's gotten better since then (and she'd moved out, which helps I suppose) but it caused my father a lot of grief and some depression because he thought he was raising her wrong. He did make mistakes but he never hit her, never said anything that might be considered abusive (although one could argue that on occasion my mother did). He gives thought out answers and as far as controlling our lives he mostly just tries to nudge us in the right direction of being good people and made sure we did our homework before we went out and hung out with friends.