Disclaimer: Trigger Warning! I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own Elizabeth and the idea for this story.


Down in the basement, the air was cold and damp, and Elizabeth started shivering as she carefully walked down the stairs, hardly able to see where she was putting her feet. She was beginning to hope that she'd make it down with no problems, but as soon as she thought that, she missed a step entirely and found herself falling down the remaining stairs.

When she finally hit the floor, she laid there in pain, groaning, but still thankful for the cartoon logic in this world that kept her from getting seriously hurt.

Suddenly the lights came on, and she saw the Mr. Men standing over her, laughing under their breaths, even Mr. Nosy who seemed so concerned about her when she fell in her world. Hot with embarrassment, the girl glared up at them. She opened her mouth to tell them to shut up, but when she took in her surroundings for the first time, she was left speechless.

All around them were weird looking machines, and for a moment she wondered what they were used for. Then she saw some objects and she recognized them as pleasure toys. The machines were starting to make sense now. She gasped. I'm in their sex dungeon! she realized with horror.

A large cage was pushed off to one side, and in it, she saw a dog's collar hooked up to a chain that hung off the wall. Were they going to keep her in there so that she couldn't run away?

How long have they planned to kidnap me? Her heart beat faster as she looked around the dungeon. Where did they get all this? Surely there was no place in Dillydale that sold this kind of stuff? Maybe they got it from her world. Or another world…

The girl was roughly picked up off the floor and the light green Mr. Man pushed her toward the cage. She sighed softly; this was not what she was hoping would happen if she ever came to Dillydale.

Mr. Small walked over to her, his eyes narrowing. "That ring has to go," he suddenly announced, surprising her.

"But—" she tried to protest, hiding her wedding ring behind her back as she stepped away from him, but Mr. Nosy grabbed her arm and yanked her back to them.

"You're not married anymore," the small Mr. Man told her, crossing his arms. "So there's no point in keeping it."

Elizabeth opened her mouth to try arguing again, but closed it without saying a word when Mr. Nosy squeezed her arm lightly as if warning her to watch her tongue.

"Either take it off yourself or we'll have to cut your finger off." There was a disturbing sparkle in the small man's eyes that frightened her. "It's up to you," he added as he folded his arms behind his back.

For a long moment, she just stared down at her ring, thinking of her husband, once more reminding herself that she'll never see him again. As she reached over to remove it, tears rolled out of her eyes. Pain sliced through her hand when she tried taking it off, but her finger was swollen and she couldn't slip the ring over her knuckles. She cried even harder.

"You gotta be kidding me!"

She looked up at the small man's angry tone and saw him standing in front of her. "Do I need to get a knife?" he threatened with a glance upstairs.

"No!" She tugged harder, twisting it, trying everything she could think of to get it to come off, but it just wouldn't. Finally, she gave up and fell to her knees, gulping from the pain that shot up her leg when she landed on her scraped up knee. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered.

The soft voice made her turn to the light green Mr. Man. She wiped her tear stained face. "Maybe we can use butter or something to slip it off," Mr. Nosy suggested, wearing an uneasy expression. "W-We don't need to cut her finger o-off…"

Mr. Small switched his glare to his best friend. Then he glanced at the girl on the floor. Turning his back on her, he headed toward the stairs, gesturing for Mr. Nosy to follow him. Fear shot through Elizabeth as she watched them leave the basement and enter the kitchen, slamming the door behind them.

She was convinced they were going to get a knife. But suddenly she heard yelling. She didn't move from her spot on the floor, idly playing with her ring, as she tried to make out the muffled voices. She caught a few words: "You", "never", and even "idiot". But she couldn't put them together to know what they were talking about.

The yelling was so distracting that at first she didn't realize that her ring had slipped off until she heard it hit the floor. At the same moment, she heard a smacking sound from upstairs, followed by a loud thump like something heavy fell.

Confused, the girl sat there, reaching for her ring. A moment or two passed and the door at the top of the stairs opened again and the cartoons appeared, walking down to her. She noticed that Mr. Nosy was rubbing his face and she gasped when she saw the bright red mark on his cheek. Suddenly she realized what must have happened.

Sympathy washed over her, surprising her. She knew she shouldn't care about the light green Mr. Man, because only a short time ago he had a gun pointed at her and he's been pushing her around all day. But then she remembered how he stood up to his best friend when the small man wanted to cut her finger off.

Did he regret doing that since it got him yelled at and slapped? She tried looking into his eyes, but he avoided her gaze.

"I see that you managed to remove your ring." Mr. Small's voice distracted her from Mr. Nosy and she turned as he walked over to her. "Give it to me."

The girl looked down at her ring, not wanting to part with it because it was the only thing left she had of her husband. But she knew she was in no position to disobey her ex-boyfriend so she reluctantly handed it over to him.

Without another word to the girl, Mr. Small turned his back to her and walked across the room. "Lock her up," he ordered his best friend as he passed. "And don't forget to put the collar on her," he added, smirking at her.

Mr. Nosy nodded, but Elizabeth saw the uncertainty in his eyes as he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the cage.

Alarm shot through her. "Please!" she begged. "Don't put me in there!" She struggled in his grip, but he was much stronger than she was so it didn't even faze him. Thinking fast, she said," Wait, I'm hungry!"

He stopped and turned to stare at the small man, who paused halfway up the stairs and he didn't look back at them. "Fine, I'll get you something to eat," he promised before vanishing into the kitchen.

His tone confused her. Was that amusement in his voice? She looked at Mr. Nosy, half hoping that he could explain what his friend found so funny. But he just shrugged and shoved her into the cage.

Soon the girl was alone, locked in the cage in the cartoons' dungeon. She glanced around, spotting the collar Mr. Small told his friend to put on her, next to her. Did the light green Mr. Man forget?

Sighing miserably, she sat down and something jabbed into her hip. Reaching into her pocket, she was surprised to pull out her phone. She had completely forgotten that she brought it with her.

But to her disappointment, there was no signal, but as she thought about it, it made sense. Why should her phone work across worlds? It would be so much simpler, but she realized if it did work, she probably would have texted the cartoons when they were here while they were still coming to hang out with her, though she didn't, so now she was truly alone, unable to get in touch with anyone from the real world.

However, she discovered that she could listen to music, and even though that couldn't save her, she felt a little better. Music always helped her. She jumped when she heard the door opening and she hurriedly pressed the pause button, scared that if they knew she had her phone, they'd take it from her.

She stuffed it in her pocket as Mr. Nosy walked over to her. He carried a plate in his hands and she gagged at the sight of the sandwich. "This is the only thing he'll allow you to have," the light green Mr. Man told her sympathetically.

"I'd rather starve than eat liverwurst," she said stubbornly, crossing her arms. She shifted sitting positions and that must have pressed the play button on her phone because suddenly music started playing.

Mr. Nosy's eyes narrowed as he placed the plate on the floor and opened the cage. "Hand it over," he ordered, trying to appear stern, but she noticed the uncertainty shining in his eyes as he reached his hand out.

The girl cursed under her breath. She hated her phone. It always turned on in her pocket and pressed random buttons. Reluctantly, she handed it over to him.

He swiped up and down. "Still listening to Simple Plan, I see," he commented, and she blushed, embarrassed. She remembered when her and the cartoons would stay up late at night, listening to Simple Plan. To her surprise, he smiled kindly, and she locked eyes with him. She thought she saw regret in his gaze. But before she could be sure, Mr. Small suddenly called down to them from upstairs. "Hurry up!"

Mr. Nosy sighed and handed the phone back to her.

"Aren't you going to tell him that I have this?" she asked, confused.

The light green Mr. Man shook his head. "It would just anger him," he muttered, frowning. Then he pushed the plate toward her with his foot. "Try eating that, okay? It's not as bad as you think."

Before the girl could respond, he turned to leave, and she just stared after him, speechless. How did he go from pointing a gun at her to helping her by not revealing that she had her phone to his best friend?


Please review! Thank you!