"Move it, we don't have all day!" Bubbles shuffled her feet as they were led out the back door. The quiet night air was a stark contrast to the horrors going on inside the building they'd just come out of. Before any of them could get their bearings, they were herded into what looked to be a delivery truck. She was shoved inside like a stubborn rug, the door slamming in their faces. No one had bothered to undo their ankle cuffs, so the girls sat against the left side on the floor. Buttercup sighed, bringing her knees to her chest.

"So who do you think the creep is that bought us?"

"Whoever it was is loaded. A billion dollars? How do you even get that?" Blossom scoffed, crossing her legs.

"Who cares? It's dirty money. Honestly it's just the price of our new cage." Buttercup and Bubbles silently agreed. No way did any of their allies have that kind of money. And after the professor died, they'd been left alone. Bubbles frowned, bitterness seeping into her tone.

"It's not like we really had any 'allies' to begin with. Besides Ms. Keene and Robin." She had a point, as painful as it was. The girls had spent the better part of their lives protecting the town. But in the weeks following the Professor's death, the town had begun to turn on them. The girls were treated like plagues, with the town blaming them for the increase in danger. The girls had stopped fighting crime, but were only blamed more when even common criminals began running rampant. Blossom had made the executive decision to stay home, only going out when needed. Bubbles had wanted to keep helping people in small ways, as a minority of the town still appreciated their work. It was that same kindness that had landed them in their current predicament. Bubbles had blamed herself every day for her foolishness, retreating within herself in the months following their kidnapping. Blossom and Buttercup had tried to convince her it wasn't her fault, but Bubbles refused to listen. Nothing could convince her not to take the blame for dragging her poor sisters into her own mess. They had only been trying to save her. It was all her fault.

"Well either way, at least we're together." Blossom and Bubbles nodded. It was the only silver lining to their circumstances. Blossom had fought to keep them together when they were first captured, arguing the many pros to keeping the girls together. And the fit Buttercup and Bubbles had thrown when one of the slave traders tried to separate them from their eldest sister had ended that argument. They were thankful they had been left untouched, but now there was nothing to save them. No arguments would save them, and there was no doubt in their minds that the Antidote X cuffs wouldn't be coming off anytime soon. Blossom sighed, leaning her head on Buttercup's shoulder. Bubbles soon followed suit as Buttercup shifted enough to lean her head on the truck wall. While her sisters finally succumbed to their tiredness, Buttercup kept her steady gaze on the opposite wall. None of them knew how long the ride would be, but she wasn't about to be taken by surprise again.

Boomer grinned as he sat in the passenger seat. The only barrier between him and his prize was a single truck wall. He had yet to tell Brick what he was coming home with. He had been deliberately vague, riling up Butch. Brick had promised pain if he came home with anything less than earth stopping. His eldest brother had not been happy when he heard how much Boomer had spent to acquire his prize. The youngest brother had assured him it was worth it.

They arrived much faster than he thought they would. He paid the driver as he opened the door to leave. Boomer made his way to the back of the truck, standing to the side as the doors were opened. Bubbles was the first to exit, blinking weary eyes as she struggled to adjust to the dark. Boomer's mood only increased when he realized they wouldn't be able to see who he was. Not with those cuffs blocking their powers.

"Sign here please." Boomer signed the necessary paperwork, taking the chain from another man's hands. He tugged, laughing as Bubbles stumbled toward him. The men in charge of delivery nodded at him, turning back toward the truck.

"Always a pleasure doing business with you sir." Boomer nodded in their direction, already heading toward the large estate.

"Pleasure's all mine." He stopped just short of the door, turning to the girls.

"Hold still now." He produced three blindfolds, securing them over his captives' eyes. Buttercup grumbled, but a simple threat to her sisters put a pin in any resistance.

"Now then, shall we meet your new masters?"

Brick tapped his fingers against the banister as he leaned against the stairs. He had been livid when Boomer had named the price of their latest acquisition. Although his idiot brother had assured him it was worth it, he would decide that himself. He stood in the foyer with Butch, who was lazily reclining on the first two steps. Both brothers were eager to see what Boomer would bring through the door.

Just when Butch made a move to stand and see what was taking so long, the doors opened. Boomer entered, a wide smirk on his face. Brick straightened, his blood red eyes immediately going to the three figures behind his brother. They were blindfolded, barefoot, and hardly clothed. There was something strangely familiar about them, but he couldn't put his finger on what. Butch opened his mouth to speak, but Boomer raised a hand, tugging with his other to pull the three forward.

"May I present - the Powerpuff girls."