I know you guys probably thought I'd given up on this story, but I actually just graduated and started my new full time job, so that was a lot of transitioning and adjusting. But now, I can (almost) confidently say I have more time to dedicate to these stories. I'm gonna try to write these until they're finished before I start another one (if you've followed me before you know I have a habit of starting new stories when an idea strikes and kind of bouncing around between all of my in progress ones haha). If you're following blood and rubies, that update should come out sometime this week too (hopefully). I can't promise consistent updates, but I will try to give you guys more chapters more often. But enough about the details, let's hop right on back!

Bubbles shifted, frowning as the cool concrete pressed against her side. She rolled to a sitting position, chains rattling with her movements.

"What the..." Her feet were connected by a medium length chain at her ankles. It was enough room to stand shoulder width apart, so she wouldn't trip. However, it was connected to the wall by a chain that connected to her ankle shackles in the middle. Her wrists were shackled as well, but they were individually connected to links in the wall. She could stand or sit, but wouldn't be able to leave.

"That sick bastard." Bubbles turned her head to the right. Blossom was chained by her legs in a similar fashion, but her arms were free from the wall. They were connected together by handcuffs, no doubt coated in just enough Antidote-X to prevent her from breaking them. Buttercup was also chained, though unlike before she was forced to stand. Buttercup was slumped over as far as she was able, scowling at the bars.

"I know you're here you dick! Let my sisters go!"

"Aww Butterbabe, don't be like that! I'm just giving them what they wanted." Butch pushed off the wall, coming around the corner and into view. He wore an open light green and black button up with dark wash ripped jeans. The cells must have been unlocked already, because he just swung open the door and stepped in. He grabbed Buttercup's chin, grinning like a madman.

"Butch what the hell is this?! Let us go!" He turned to look at Bubbles, whistling at her language.

"Who knew little blue knew how to curse. Boomer will get a kick outta that I'm sure. But don't worry, there's plenty of me to go around." Blossom scoffed, walking to the side as far as she was able.

"Don't get full of yourself just because you've got us chained up. You idiots all know you'd be outmatched if the circumstances were fair." Butch released Buttercup, bending at the waist as he let loose a full body laugh. He walked over to Blossom, grabbing her around the waist. He ignored Buttercup's and Bubble's shouts and protests as he focused on her.

"Since when have my brothers and I ever played fair? It's not our fault you were captured, but we won't pass up such a fine stroke of luck." He could barely contain himself with the way they were all glaring at him, but Buttercup still got him going like no other. But being able to play with all three sisters? He could hardly wait. It was a good idea to move the girls into one big cell.

"I hope you've explained the rules to your sisters Butterbutt, but it's fine if you didn't. I know you don't like sharing me." He wiggled his eyes suggestively, causing Buttercup to turn her head to the side in defiance. No one noticed the slight blush on her face at his words. He pulled three collars from behind his back, forcing each girl to wear one. He replaced the shock collar Bubbles was already wearing with the one he bought. He didn't feel like trying to track down Boomer's remote. He didn't plan on using them unless they got out of hand, and he would be lying if he said he never wanted to see all three sisters in chains and collars.

He moved to Bubbles, crouching down in front of her. She looked at him warily, watching his every move. Those large doe eyes looking at him like that...patience Butch. Patience. He slowly ran his hand down her cheek, watching her reaction. Bubbles shivered, tears starting to gather in her eyes. Butch pulled back immediately, his excitement gone. He sighed, knocking her out. She slumped over in his arms before he laid her back on the floor. He turned to Blossom, trying the same experiment. Blossom resisted immediately, moving to try to bite his hand. He knocked her out too, turning to Buttercup.

"Looks like it's just you and me Butters. I'd say it's a shame...but I expected as much." He unlocked Blossom's and Bubbles's chains, picking up a girl in each arm. Buttercup watched him like a hawk, her brows furrowed.

"Where are you taking them?"

"Back upstairs. I'm not a total creep." Buttercup scoffed, wishing she could cross her arms.

"Yeah, because you're such a gentleman with me." Butch looked at her, really looked at her, for the first time since they'd gotten here.

"I'm a lot of things, Buttercup, but if you ask me to stop I will." Buttercup wasn't sure what the feeling moving through her chest was in response, but she couldn't handle looking at him anymore. Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome.

Brick was stomping down the stairs as Butch was coming out of the kitchen with Blossom and Bubbles in his arms. Brick snatched Blossom without preamble, checking her for injuries. He glared at Butch, who looked the picture of innocence.

"What did you do to them?" Butch looked offended, using his free hand to lay over his chest in feigned hurt.

"I don't know what you mean. They're the ones who were trying to free Buttercup, so I handled it. What took you so long to look for her?" Brick didn't answer, shifting Blossom in his arms to carry her better.

"I don't know what kinky shit you do with Buttercup, but leave my girl out of it."

"Oooh your girl huh? I'm sure Blossom will faint when she hears that." Brick slapped him upside the head, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up you ass. Go tell Boomer you 'found' Bubbles so he can stop freaking out." As if summoned, Boomer appeared at their side, also snatching Bubbles without warning.

"Did you do anything?" Butch threw up his hands, looking to Brick's turned back for help.

"Why does everyone think I did something? I only do things to Butterbutt." He hmphed, moving back into the kitchen. Boomer followed Brick upstairs, letting loose a small sigh of relief. He'd been worried the girls had been able to escape. They'd never get another chance like this.

Blossom felt the soft sheets rustling underneath her. Her bubblegum pink eyes snapped open as she jolted awake. She sighed in relief when she saw she was back in Brick's room, but wanted to scream when she realized he'd tied her to the bed.

"Are you serious right now?! Why does everyone like bondage damnit!" Brick held in the laugh as he stood from his chair, walking over to her.

"Maybe if you would just behave, I wouldn't have to resort to such means. Although...having you like this isn't bad either." She rolled her eyes, too tired to argue. Brick silently sat beside her, producing a bowl of soup seemingly from nowhere. Blossom eyed is suspiciously, refusing to eat. Brick rolled his eyes, eating the soup himself and kissing her, forcing her to eat it.

"Poison's not my style. So stop being a diva and eat."

"Whatever." She ate the rest without complaint, silently acknowledging how good it was.