So sorry about what happened! I should triple check from now. I'll update again to make up for it.

When I woke I couldn't help but notice how stiff my back was. Sunlight shone through in rectangles and hit my eyes, I held a hand over eyes.

Moooh

I jumped away from the sound of a…Cow?

"Took you long enough to wake up"

I kept staring at the red cow as I registered Spots voice.

"What is a Cow doing here? Is this some kind of dream?!" I asked, looking around the small compartment we were in.

"I wish. Turns out your friend wasn't so friendly after all" Spot said. He was sitting on the ground, with his knees bent against his chest, staring at the sun rays that came through the wooden boards.

We were in some kind of caged up wagon. There was hay on the floor and the smell of manure filled my nostrils.

"She drugged up the tea" He finally said.

"What?" I asked, crawling on my hands and knees to his side of the wagon.

"You heard me. That stupid tea had something in it. I drank it before you, but I'm bigger so it took longer"

"What?" I asked again. This couldn't happening. This had to be a messed up dream, a really messed up dream.

"Is that your answer for everything?" Spot demanded, the annoyance in his voice was received.

"In this situation yes! I have every right to be as confused as any person. So don't snap at me!" I said, making sure my voice was louder than his had been.

Spot finally decided to bring upon himself to look at me. His eyes glared with irritation,

"If you hadn't gotten in my way none of this would have happened" Spot backfired.

"If you hadn't been breaking the law you wouldn't have bumped into me" I shouted, startling the cow in the background, it mooed again.

"Who takes the garbage out at two in the morning?!" Sport retorted, with more zeal.

"I do!" I answered.

Spot looked like he was about to say something when the large wagon jolted to a stop. It jerked us both back.

I groaned and sat up, rubbing my sore arm.

Spot cursed and held the back of his head.

Two shadows passed over us from each side and moved to the back of the wagon.

The sound of keys jingling and a bolt sliding followed.

The massive wooden door was opened.

In front of us were two men. A blond one with a piece of hay hanging out of his mouth, his face shape was familiar.

The raven haired one spoke first "Good afternoon folks. How about we go for a little walk? You know, stretch out yer legs before you get back in"

Spot and I shared a look, we agreed not to do as they said. That was until he took out a revolver and shot a hole through the wagon floor.

I was thankful when my facade kept and I didn't scream when the blast came.

Spot went first, I decided I should let him handle this, I stayed behind him, cowering as much as I could.

"Come on mover yer feet" The raven haired one said, waving his gun around.

The road was completely deserted and dry. Yellow grass poked at the sides of it, the gray gravel dug itself into my flimsy sole with each step.

"Where are you taking us?" Spot asked.

"Boston" The blond one answered for the first time.

Boston?! I can't go to Boston!

"We are going to walk all the way to Boston?" Spot incredulously asked.

"Don't be daft!" The raven one said. "You're walking to our pals and then getting on a train to Boston"

"And you just think we are willingly going to go with you?" Spot challenged.

"Yes" The blond one answered.

"What makes you think that?" Spot countered.

He was crossing the line.

"This" The raven one waved his gun around once again.

"Of course, How far are we?"

Why can't you stop with the questions Spot!

"Just a mile and then you two will get to meet my dear friends Susan and Gustave"

When the years came and I looked back at my time in Boston, I was going to realize that Susan was more dangerous than the three kidnappers combined.

She was a snake with her tail hidden behind red lipstick and a big hat.

You hear stories of human trafficking but you never really believe them to their extensity until it actually happens to you.

I don't know what was worse having your chest cut open or having a woman's red nails drag themselves over your cheeks so many times it doesn't ever hurt any more.

My cool finger tips touched the wet surface of my cheek, I looked at the blood on my fingertips.

"You think it will scar?" I asked Spot. He wasn't in better condition, he was hunched over stuffing his mouth with stale bread. His black eye wasn't swollen any more, it was just a palette of blue and purple.

"If she keeps doing it" He answered. Taking a sip of the small water they gave us.

I wiped my fingers on my stained dress. The front was already ruined by blood what difference would it make if the skirt was too.

"She probably will and I will have three red scars running down my face to match her ugly lipstick color"

Spot laughed lightly, before reaching over and taking my hand. He looked at my finger nails.

"I told you to stop doing that" He said before throwing my hand back on the table.

"It helps cope"

"No, it makes sure you don't have any finger nails" Spot said, standing to look out the small window.

"I'll stop when we get out of here" I said and stood to go peak at the outside world with him.

"By then you won't have fingers" He said, moving over to give me space.

"Whatever"

The people of Boston walked back and forth beneath us completely oblivious to the horror inside the big house they all envied.

"I never thought my first time inside a mansion was going to be as a slave" Spot said, crossing his arms.

"I never thought I would ever enter a mansion" I replied. Glaring at the people bellow us.

"We should throw rocks at them" Spot said. Scratching at the dirt that held the window in place.

"And what? Get another beating by Gustave because people begin to complain?" I retorted and moved away from the window.

"It was a joke" Spot said. Turning away from the portal to the outside.

"I know and I'm sorry. Tell me another one, I promise I'll laugh this time" I said, plopping myself on the stained mattress on the floor.

"That's not how it works Violet" He said joining me.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked, leaning my head on his shoulder. I was too tired to care about personal space. It shouldn't bother him at this point, we shared a room just a little bit bigger than a large bathroom.

"Shoot" He said.

"I wasn't taking out the trash-"

"I figured" Spot cut me off.

"Will you shut up and listen?" I asked.

He chuckled "Go on"

"I already told you about the night I encountered your friend Toungelicker but the guy who… more or less saved me took me to his apartment, I was too stunned and stupid to do anything about it so I just let him. He was nice enough but he kept calling me his little blue bird. He took me home and I wanted to forget everything so I pushed any thoughts related to that night out of my mind. My Aunt wanted me to stop working so late, so she got my Uncle to go and talk to his sister about giving me a job and board in Manhattan. I obviously got it but on my second night I got a package, it was a blue bird it was painted to mock my injuries, there was also a note that said that he missed me and wanted to see me but I just crumpled it and put it in my pocket. I didn't want anyone to see the bird, so I hid it and waited until everyone was asleep to go get rid of it. So in a way, I was taking out the trash"

Spot stayed silent and sucked this new information in.

All he did was wrap an arm around my shoulders and squeeze.

"Trouble just seems to follow you everywhere"

Boston was such an annoying city. So liberal and ready to leave tradition behind. But the city was nothing compared to his cousin.

"I'm so glad you visited!" His precocious cousin screeched.

"I'm glad I came" He countered, hoping she didn't notice how fake he sounded.

"You are joining me and Gustave for dinner right?" She asked, touching his forearm.

"Of course, wouldan't miss it for the world" He answered, patting her hand.

"Wonderful! I have this great new serving girl, she is so quick! But maybe because she fears me" His cousin said, looking down at her red nails.

"Please tell me she is there because wants to" Quinn Conlon said.

"Oh Quinn, no one wants to work, it's obvious she doesn't want to be there" Susan countered.

"As long as she doesn't get "cholera" and die I won't pry" The mobster said.

"Your one to judge. With all your enemies accidentally falling off their horses"

The mob leader laughed and continued to walk arm and arm with his spoiled cousin.

I realize I don't really go in to their captivity but I will in a couple more chapters.