Disclaimer: Writer not affiliated with Marvel in any way, shape or form, characters and original settings all belong to Marvel Comics. Just wanted to finally give these two a chance, been rooting for them since they met in New X-Men. Now let's all write Craig Kyle and Chris Yost and tell them to give these two a break in the comics, I think we can all agree they both deserve it!

Timeline Notes: M-Day has not happened in this timeline, nor did Laura/X-23 take part in joining the characters of NYX, but her personal timeline before NYX is intact. Claremont's X-Men run and by extension and the events in New X-Men have not involved Laura Kinney at all. Similarly, events that became possible by M-Day such as Civil War, Messiah Complex and Secret Invasion will not have occurred. (Mass mutant rebellion against Registration would have fielded advantage to the Anti-Registration side after all). Julian Keller has left the Xavier Institute approximately one year before the story takes place, but the Hellions Mini and his activity in New Mutants Volume 2 and New X-Men: Academy X have all taken place.

Character Notes: Estimating Julian to be 17 years old at the time of this and Laura to be about 16 years old given Comic timelines move in strange and mysterious ways and characters are suddenly younger and older for no reason. Maintaining Laura's tendency of not using contractions and slang when she talks as seen in New X-Men and X-Force. Also taking my best guess on Laura's personality in this time line and how it would evolve over time.

Note for "M" Label: Contains strong language, strong sexual themes with some graphic description in certain chapters with intermittent violence and some scenes of torture. Not for younger readers of course, but it's the internet and I doubt anyone's taking maturity labels seriously… Not all chapters will contain everything above, so relax, not a wall-to-wall smutfest.

Chapter One: Doll

X-23 or Laura Kinney, whatever she was called it seemed it did not matter, she always found herself being used by someone for their profit. She had been living on the street as a prostitute, but avoiding actual sex acts whenever possible. Zebra Daddy had customers were into self-mutilation and she was well equipped to do so with her claws. She hadn't wanted to live like that, but living on the street was the best way to stay off the Facility's radar and that's all she could think about to make a living, the thought of falling under the influence of the trigger scent one more time made her want to plunge her claws into her skull.

Then she'd been sold by Zebra Daddy for what she was presumed to be a lot of money. Of course she had not known this until she had been taken. She had been captured while walking back to the building she was squatting in when two other mutants caught her in a side alley, one neutralized her powers, and the other put her in so much pain with a single touch she blacked out on the spot.

She didn't know where she woke up, but she had awoken naked and surrounded by four very large men, normally it would have taken less than three seconds to kill them all, but her powers were gone. Even her ability to extend her claws was gone, the muscles controlling them seemed to be frozen and refused her commands. The four men pounded her with metal pipes and her arms and legs were broken by the blows, her ribs were nearly all cracked and her skull was fractured before they stopped. She woke up, the beating had knocked her out and found herself securely strapped down and still naked but healed. A man in the corner who told him her powers were his to give and take away at will and this was the first lesson she would learn, The Club owned her and her powers, they would say when she would have them. He told her he knew about the claws and he just wasn't able to disable mutant powers, he could selectively paralyze parts of a person's body, he stopped her lungs for ten seconds to illustrate his point. The mutant would then take her powers right away again, she was taken and beaten again before she could even lift one fist in resistance. The initial torture went on like that for a while. There was no way to determine how much time passed, too much pain and disorientation from sleep deprivation to even gather how much time had passed since she had been taken. They wanted to make sure she got the message, they would only give her powers back so she could heal, then they would immediately take them away again.

While they were certainly good at breaking down the wills of runaways, Laura had both fortunately and unfortunately spent her youth with the Facility and was no stranger to pain. She was confident she would find the will to resist long enough to escape. If the power-draining mutant lost his attention for the wrong moment, even without her claws she had seventeen different ways to disable him with a first strike, then he would have to either give Laura her powers back or the second would be fatal. However the reality of her abduction was far worse than she had initially gathered.

Laura had been abducted by an organization called The Club she was told and they specialized in offering the services of mutant girls and women. Her initial initiation into her understanding of the Club was what she had been able to pick up when she was given little time to sleep in a tiny cell for new captives with had only a bucket for her to use as a toilet and a few scraps of food and some water to drink. Laura instead forced herself to stay awake rather than rest on the cold floor and listened for whatever information she could gather. Even without her advanced hearing, no one was being exactly quiet about what went on and she learned a few things about The Club's operations.

The enslaved mutants had been abducted specifically because their powers made them useful as sex slaves for very wealthy men. It was a whorehouse with fancy dressing, filled with mutant sex slaves and a few sadistic mutants who got off on controlling the others. The poor mutant girls were used by their clients for whatever fantasy was required, shape shifters made to impersonate whoever a client could not have outside The Club. The second set of mutant types seemed to be those with physical mutations, women with body fur, exotic skin colours, or even types of skin, different body appendages such as tails or wings, termed Exotics. The third kind of mutant abductee, although it seemed most of them were actually working with The Club instead of having been abducted were those called the Inducers. These were the women who had the ability to manipulate one's physical body into feeling pain, pleasure or simply animal lust. From the way they talked or were talked about, it seemed they had rank and privilege well above the other slaves Laura thought about why her abilities had been so prized that she had been abducted, then she'd heard about another girl who healed quickly, apparently Laura was only one of a few mutant healers The Club had managed to kidnap. The girl in question seemed to be used almost exclusively by clients interested in sadomasochistic rituals. The utility of a fast-healing slave seemed simple enough, the girl could be abused brutally for hours and not show a mark for her next client, but the injuries could still be inflicted and the slave would still feel pain.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but t the next stage of Laura's 'training' began, now that her captors were sure she understood that her powers were gone until they gave them back. She was strapped down onto a table quite securely and met two Inducers, the ones who could give people pleasure or pain. One introduced herself as Bliss and told Laura it was best to accept her lessons. If she behaved, obedient slaves only dealt with the Inducers who gave pleasure. The other called herself Pain and warned Laura for each mistake she made, she would be there to teach her the error of her ways and the name was apt, she directly stimulated pain receptors, one touch and she could feel like a spear had impaled her. The conditioning was simple in execution and Laura was able to maintain resistance, but she was concerned, simple torture methods were often the best. It was how she had become a slave to trigger scent. At first, words like obey, pet, slave, submit, serve were repeated over and over when Bliss filled her with pleasure sensations. Then Pain took over, saying words like freedom, free, resist, rebel and disobey were filled with sensations like someone was jabbing knives into every point in her body. Laura was unsure how long the sessions went on, but there were at least ten of them before she was visited by the owner of The Club after a session had ended .

"So, how do you like it here?" The owner called himself King, he was a telepath from what she had managed to hear.

"Not talkative? Well that isn't going to do you know, most of our clients like to hear a few screams out of their pets." King went on as he placed his hand against her face, then began running his hand across her naked body. Laura shuddered, then imagined putting her claws straight through his face, that helped a little.

"Naughty little girl, you think I didn't see that?" Master said mockingly and tapping his right temple, then a massive explosion of pain went off in her head.

"That's what bad little pets get, they get worse every time you disobey. That was a little psychic bomb, believe me, you do not want to make me really angry." King said walking around her and feeling her body some more.

"I normally meet my pets very early in the training process but you're a unique challenge so far. You have strong psychic defences that made it very hard to work past at first but I've managed to make myself my own door into your mind now. I've also installed certain commands in your head now and an actual demonstration of what they are is best to reinforce the point." King told her as he nodded for Pain and Bliss to undo her restraints, he motioned Laura to get off the table, which she did. Laura then saw the man in the corner of the room who had taken away her powers and felt them all returning, even the ability to extend her claws.

Laura was unsure of what the psychic commands were but there was a chance he had not broken past all of her own psychic defences and she was still in control. The disabler would have to be first to ensure survival, then she would have to kill Pain, Bliss and King before any of them could use their abilities against her. Her claws came out and she took a jump towards the drainer aiming to take his head off with the first strike. Laura had already calculated he might react in time and had her left fist aimed so eve if the powers went away, she'd crush his throat with the blow and kill him. Her powers might return immediately and if they did not, they would have a far more difficult time controlling her without him.

Her attempted escape was short-lived as her body betrayed her. She lost all control of her body and fell to the ground, then her right first, claws still extended twisted around and suddenly she had stabbed herself with her own claws. The pain was excruciating and wouldn't stop, as she couldn't force herself to retract her claws and allow herself to heal.

"That was your object lesson on trying to escape. I have placed a command in your subconscious, if you try to harm me, you will become be paralyzed until I decide to release you. You stabbing yourself with your own claws there is just reinforcement, trust my pet, the next time you make a move like that it will be ten times worse. The same goes for harming any of my employees or any of the girls in some foolish attempt to use a hostage to try and escape. Though if a client wants you to whip or be whipped by another girl, it will be made possible. You also have a command to prevent you from killing or harming our clients, but if they give you a directive to do something specific to them because they're masochistic, you will be allowed to do it. If they tell you to smack them with a riding crop or spank them because they like it, you will be allowed and required to do it. You violate the terms of the harm you are allowed to do to one and you will be paralyzed and the clients will be able to give you a private lesson in obedience. Also, since I have to do is have Switch turn your powers on, as long as you're breathing when they're done that will be just the start of your punishment. Don't think you can just hang yourself and be done with it either, you have also bee programmed against committing that as well, plus anything that would harm your appearance. I don't need my pets carving their faces up suddenly in front of their clients, even with your fast-healing skin it would put them off. You will not be getting your abilities for yourself until I am convinced you're a nice and docile pet, we'll just have to turn them on and off when our rougher clients are done working you over for the time being. Wastes time but one can never be too careful when breaking in a new toy." King lectured on in a threatening voice, mixing in a softer, gentler one as he called her a pet and a toy. Laura lay there bleeding out and continued to try and fight her way past the giant wall in her head preventing her from retracting her claws.

King then looked down at her, her claws retracted and she healed as he made sure she was looking straight at him.

"Is that understood?" Laura looked up and nodded, deciding that defiance would not buy her anything at this point. She had been a tool for years before and broken free, she would do so again.

"Good, now get up." Laura reluctantly stood up and kept her head low, deciding that subservience was the best way to stay out of trouble for now.

"Consider yourself fortunate, when I first started The Club my tendency was to install much more direct commands into your brain that would compel you to have sex with someone the second you were told to. However we soon discovered the girls developed unhealthy mental issues as it created too much confusion in their minds after they were done servicing their clients. That and it was just so unoriginal the fucking they did, clients get bored with it too, better to make you a more willing participant." King warned her as he paced around her as she lay curled up on the floor standard breakdown, remind the prisoner they're actually getting off easy.

"These days, we just give you more subtle commands so you do not harm anyone and then I have girls like Bliss and Pain here…" King snapped his fingers and the two girls stood to each side of him and Bliss gave him several touches with her fingers to give him some pleasure pulses of his own.

"…Teach you how to behave like a good little pet. They're very good at what they help make you understand how it works here, good behaviour and obedience gets you pleasure with bed behaviour and disobedience giving you pain. It's very simple and effective. You're also rewarded in this way, it all makes you a much better pet for your client to enjoy. Now remember, if you do your job well tonight, I'll give you a special session with Bliss as a reward, if you upset your client, Pain will get you to herself." King finished, Laura still didn't move, she was trying to keep her mind blank to avoid any more of his psychic attacks.

"Bliss, come here and show… Doll, yes that should work. You'll just be a pretty little Doll that our customers can play with as much as they like and you won't say a thing unless they tell you to. Show Doll to where she's going to be sleeping and clean her up for tonight. Bring Angel Dust along to make sure she doesn't cause any trouble when you're getting her ready. Also have her stay with Angel Dust for the time being, I'd like to make sure she stays nice and docile when our clients aren't having fun with her. I told our young and strapping VIP before I came here I'd have her ready if he waited an extra hour and a half for me to get her ready. Don't forget to have her prepared for the clients we brought her in for either though." King said smirking, and then nodded to Bliss to take her away.

Bliss immediately followed King's instruction and took Laura by one arm and guided her out of the room and down a set of corridors until they reached what she guessed were the regular slave quarters. Bliss took her down the hallway until she picked the sixth door on the right and led her in. Laura was still not in a good position to resist so she continued to go along with her, attacking Bliss was impossible with the psychic block in her head. The room had single beds for two girls and not much else besides a bathroom with no shower, only a toilet and a small sink. It was quarters probably meant for girls like her, new or low-ranked slaves who hadn't 'worked' their way to the top. Her roommate seemed to be the one that Master had called Angel Dust, a blond girl wearing white lingerie that was see-through and hid nothing at all.

"King said to say this one stays with you while she's fully trained and you're to help me get her ready tonight, we need have her ready as quickly as possible for a VIP. Her name is Doll and she's meant for our bondage and S&M clients so we'll need to dress her for the part." Bliss snapped, seeming irritated that she had been relegated to such a task.

"Of course Bliss. I will gladly help." Angel Dust replied in a soft, submissive voice.

"Keep her nice and dopey, she's new and still learning the rules." Bliss said as Angel Dust came over and took Laura by the other arm as they took her back out of the room and back out of the corridor and down the hall.

Angel Dust was not particularly beautiful, but she obviously had a particular talent to please clients. Laura soon discovered what it was, she soon found herself strangely calm and eager to follow directions despite her mental resistance. It seemed Angel Dust had the ability to release pheromones that could affect those around her and had been picked especially to make sure Laura stayed obedient while she was prepared her for her first night as a sex slave. Angel Dust seemed to be in a lower position, new or relatively new and required to obey any order she was given from anyone including other slaves.

"King let you off pretty easy with that little move to stab Switch. When Angel Dust tried to run away she had private sessions with Pain for a week." Bliss nodded to Angel Dust wile leading Laura to the bathhouse for the slaves. Angel Dust held her other arm as they gently but firmly guided her path as she obediently followed her instructions. They arrived soon at what gathered was the common bathhouse for all the slaves, she saw seventeen different girls walking around or bathing.

"Just do what he asks and things will get better Doll. Bliss is so good at keeping us all in order and pleasing King she only has to serve the clients she likes." Angel Dust said as they took her over to an unused bath and indicated she was to get in. Laura did so obediently, glad to finally have a chance to wash off the blood, sweat, dirt and other bodily fluids from having spent who knows how long being beaten and tortured.

All part of the brainwashing process, the other slaves reinforce King's message to make him seem benign when obeyed. Lauraconsidered as Bliss talked about how she'd treat Laura if she did her 'job' well. Angel Dust and Bliss worked to wash her up as urgency was key and she was not to take her time to try and avoid her fate. She allowed it to happen and began mental planning.

This would not be an easy escape, her first six escape plans had already been compromised and her remaining escape options all were focused around non-violent stealth escapes. While she was sure that any exit would require a keycard or key to access and even with one, there were probably guards there as well to make sure no slaves tried such a maneuver. It would likely take several weeks depending upon how much she was forced to service Club clients to effectively prepare a proper escape plan. She would need to know if any of the other slaves could be trusted to any degree or if they were all ready to turn her in for a chance at privileges or rewards. Next would be mentally mapping the slave quarters area, the area where clients were 'entertained' and any other place she could go without arousing undue suspicion. She would then have to locate possible exits in these areas and calculate which would probably lead to a viable escape. Then she would have to calculate a way to 'accidentally' get near a possible exit once she knew her surroundings and how secretive she would have to be around the other slaves. Then there would have be a chance to scout the exit, determine how access was granted and if there was some way for her to slip through if she created an indirect distraction to use to her advantage. No simple task, even if she had her enhanced mutant senses to give her an edge in concealment and being aware of her surroundings. She would have to use her training to use what she had. So far, she had noticed no clocks, again a disorientation method, their captors would tell them whether it was time to sleep, eat, bathe or serve the clients. There were no and the vents were numerous, but far too small to access, even for her slim frame. She imagined there were further surprises in those vents for enterprising shape shifters who had not quite given up one escape.

It was a lot of planning and she was unaware what the long-term effects of Bliss and Pain's conditioning treatment would be like, had Angel Dust been completely broken down over two weeks or ten? If she became mentally or physically addicted to Bliss's abilities along the way, it might not be possible for her to escape at all. While she he had been trained to ignore pain, she was unaware of the finer details of Bliss's abilities and how they could affect her mind in the long term. They would no doubt be more seasons with Bliss and Pain along the way to blot out her instinct to escape. The conditions were far from favourable but the Facility had instilled in her one prime directive, Do Not Fail. Laura would do everything she could to ensure she followed that one directive to escape from The Club.

Angel Dust and Bliss finished cleaning her off after ten minutes of work and told her to get out of the bath. Laura obeyed again and quickly flashed her eyes around to notice tones of voice, body language and demeanors coming from which girls. They were all actual slaves, no hidden wardens among them that Laura's quick observations could determine. It seemed Bliss was part of a very elite class that either had their own set of quarters or were so few in number that it was possible none of them were around in the bathhouse. They led her to a second area that was filled with a half-dozen slaves in various forms of preparation for their service to clients.

Laura was told to sit in a chair and not move and again she complied, best to play the part while she continued to evaluate her surroundings. It was not easy to either summon resistance either, Angel Dust hovered around and was keeping her moderately tranquilized with her pheromones. Angel Dust and Bliss dried her hair and combed it out until it fell into a long, straight waterfall down her back. It had grown to fall to mid-back since she had been captured. Black lipstick and black eye shadow were applied while her eyebrows were plucked and Bliss directed Angel Dust to shave her everywhere below her waist. Laura was almost ready to fight back over that but Angel Dust hit her with a new wave of pheromones that calmed her body and her protest halted. She was then ordered to brush her teeth quite thoroughly and take a set of breath mints, while her brief moments of having a healing factor had prevented her teeth from rotting out, she doubted her breath was very inviting right now. Her nails were painted black as well to coordinate her overall appearance. They also sprayed her with perfume, nothing too noticeable and the scent was unfamiliar without her enhanced senses.

Looking at Laura in the mirror and seeming satisfied, Bliss then told her to stand up and follow her to the extensive wardrobe area for the slaves. A certain section of the clothing section was given over to S&M wear, Bliss quickly evaluated her naked body for size and picked an outfit. While it was hardly what she would call acceptable, it was marginally better than walking around naked. Laura raised no protest, better to play the sheep. A very tight bustier that was held together by black strings in the middle, exposing a good deal of her breasts was her only clothing on top. Black silk stockings and a black thong completed the outfit. Then she saw the bag under where her outfit had hung and Angelface quickly retrieved it.

Laura couldn't help but shudder at what she saw in the bag, Angel Dust seemed to try and offer her a reassuring smile but it did not help. Bliss and Angel Dust produced restraints from the back, black leather cuffs that fixed around her wrists and ankles, with chains that connected each set of leather cuffs together. Then Bliss tightened a black leather collar around her neck with an attached leash for her to be led around like a dog. Laura couldn't help but shudder at knowing what was coming, if the any of the other slaves noticed it, they gave no mention, likely either unspoken sympathy for another fellow slave about to violated for the first time. It was that or they just didn't care or think it was important. Laura did her best to keep her mind empty and not think about what she would have to do, but only that she would escape if she kept herself under control and made good escape plans. Laura then found it hard to not be repulsed completely as Bliss revealed one more bit of clothing, a black leather fetish mask. Laura almost went for Bliss's throat right there but thought better of it, if she could survive being riddled with bullets several hundred times over and Kimura's savage beatings, she would endure this. Angel Dust stood behind her and gathered her hair up into a ponytail to be fit through the hole at the back of the mask to let it out. There was a gap for her mouth and nostrils, so Laura had some idea of why her mouth was not covered up. It was zipped up at the back and made her feel a bit claustrophobic.

"Ah, all set are we Doll? Wonderful job Bliss and Angel Dust, can't forget your part in this, I think I'll have Bliss give you a little treat before you start tonight. I'll definitely have to show my new pet here to our VIP now. While the specialty you've been chosen for is probably not his particular taste, I would be remiss if I did not offer him the first chance to enjoy your charms." Laura heard King's voice, then felt again the creepy touch of his fingers as he touched the top of her breasts that stuck out from the tight bustier.

"Seraphim, take this one and take her just around the corner from the main lounge. Any of the other clients go wandering and ask about her tell them she's already been reserved for the evening and touching her is not permitted without violating Club rules. Bliss, give Angel Dust her treat and make sure the rest of these girls are ready, any of them drag their feet, have Pain give them a quick lesson in why it's important to be timely in preparation. We have a busy night and half of them have already been booked in advance." Laura felt her leash being taken by someone, then a hand taking her by the arm and guiding her somewhere, with warnings here and there to watch her step.

After a couple minutes of walking she was told to stop, felt the leash go slack and then told to not move or talk unless given permission by the unseen slave or guard called Seraphim. Laura did not think she was in any of the main rooms, they would likely be noisier and have a lot more activity to them, but she did hear a noticeable amount of noise from around the corner. It seemed if she was not chosen by this highly important client, she would soon be offered to the rest of them. Laura steeled herself internally for what was to come next.

"Who's this?" A young voice startled her out of waiting, whoever it was, he was barely older than she was, if that. From the proximity of the voice, he was practically in front of her.

"A new acquisition, just arrived recently and we've been training her very hard to have her ready for you. I'm pleased to say she is so far unspoiled in this club. Before that I cannot be certain, we test the girls regularly of course but her mutant power makes it irrelevant. This is Doll, we brought her in to cater to our S&M clients, but I'm sure we can give her over to you for the evening." That was King's voice answering the boy who seemed to be her first potential client. Laura stayed perfectly still, she didn't need a psychic bomb going off in her head before she was violated further.

"What mutant power is that?" The boy asked as Laura forced herself to not think about using her claws, King had to know she was thinking about it.

"She's a very powerful self-healer, if you were to try a little experimentation with S&M or similar activities she'd never show a scar or a bruise the next day. She'll stay perfectly beautiful for you no matter what." Master said, offering her body to use in a way that unnerved her further.

"Seems a shame to bruise this nice little body of hers at all, but the mask, seriously? You wouldn't be trying to pass a horseface around by covering it up would you?" The young voice said accusingly, Laura seethed at being appraised like livestock, but again, kept her focus as to not invite punishment.

"Sir, if when you her to your private suite and are not pleased by what you see when you take off the mask, I assure you, your payment for next month will be discounted by twenty percent." King countered as Laura felt herself pulled forward again with the chain, then felt it slip to another hand.

"Thank you Seraphim, now go finish preparing yourself, your first appointment is in twenty minutes and our client has been waiting for you to have an opening in your schedule all week," Laura heard, the girl who had been keeping her in place was released to prepare herself for her own first service of the night. Laura then felt the chain move to one more hand, but she was not being pulled any further.

"Bold statement, but you haven't disappointed me yet. I gather my room's already prepared with the usual refreshments?" Laura heard, and then felt herself being pulled along, hobbled by the chains.

"Of course sir, additionally, will you need anything to enjoy her specialty? You never did ask for your room to be stocked with more than the basic equipment. However I'm sure I could have some special tools sent up for the evening." Laura heard King calling after her first 'client'.

"I think I'll just enjoy her as she is, her body's much more interesting than her powers are to me. I do not want to be disturbed, understood?" Laura heard her client reply as she was further led along.

"Perfectly, enjoy her sir, you're in for a treat." King called after him, which was the last thing Laura heard before she was pulled off.

The man/boy held the chain firmly, but lightly, pulled her along to a private room, where she was then led to a specific point and felt it go slack.

"Stay there for now." Laura heard, then tensed again for whatever came next.

"That sick fuck thinks I'll get sloppy one of these days and forget to check this room for cameras so he can blackmail me. That's the sad part of this whole thing, he gets great money for selling you, but he gets crazy money when he blackmails the guys who use you when he catches it on tape." The young voice said as Laura heard him get closer again. Why does he have to talk? Just get it over with Laura thought to herself, confident that King couldn't listen in to everything, everywhere at once in the club, or he wouldn't have already placed so many restrictions upon her behaviour. Redundancy of such nature didn't fit him.

"Relax, this is probably going to be the best part of the day, as sad as that probably sounds to you." Laura heard as she felt him touch her, then felt him removing her restraints, first the ankle cuffs, then the wrist cuffs, then finally, the accursed collar.

"Now, let's have this mask off." Laura heard as she heard the zipper at the back pulled and finally breathed a bit of relief, despite what was coming. It was a brief moment's respite from the hot, sweaty, dehumanizing thing.

"Wow…" Laura heard as she looked into the face of what she had correctly suspected was a boy close to her own age, who seemed a bit taken aback and aroused by her appearance.

"They really haven't broken you yet have they? Don't worry I scrambled the surveillance in the room, they won't hear that. I can see it in your eyes, all the other girls here, they're either glazed over when I met their eyes or they're one of the freaks who like this place and like tormenting the girls like you. That's good, I've been waiting for you." The boy said, Laura eyed him suspiciously, noticing him looking into her cleavage for a brief moment.

"You can talk can't you? Or did they decide that using mutes was better for business?" The boy asked, continuing to leer at her, seemingly enjoying the view.

"What does it matter? Just get it over with." Laura finally snapped, then realized she had croaked that out, she had barely spoken a word since she had been taken.

"Relax, I'm not going to touch you again unless you let me. I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help you. My name's Julian Keller and I've been waiting for someone like you since I heard about this place." The boy went in a confident voice as Laura found herself staring face to face with her first client.