The Mysterious Mistress

Author's Note:

Hey guys I'm back with a new story, this time involving Brittany as a slave and Santana as her mistress. I've just posted a small extract of the first chapter just to see how everyone will take to it, so reviews, follows and favourites would be greatly appreciated!

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Every town has a secret that is better to be left a secret than to actually be spoken about. Either that, or every town has something going on that they're all aware of, but never address the issue. For the small town of Lima, Ohio it was the latter. Everyone who lived in Lima knew that the old, abandoned house that was situated next to a dead end was not in fact an old abandoned house, but they all turned a blind eye to it. Not all of them knew exactly what went on behind the locked doors of course, but from the faint screaming and banging that could often be heard late at night, everyone had their suspicions. Some people just believed the house was haunted, others believed that there was some kind of fight club going on, but some people knew the truth, and those who did, did not dare speak about it, because they didn't want to get involved in the web of lies, trouble and torture.

There were only a select few people that lived in Lima that knew exactly what was going on, and one person in particular who was in the know was Santana Lopez. If you asked anyone about Santana Lopez, they probably wouldn't be able to tell you much about her – except from the fact that she's rich, scary and not to be messed with. She was a mysterious woman with an intimidating glare, who moved to Lima four years ago. No one in the small town knew about her arrival until she pulled up in front of the biggest house (more like mansion) in her black range rover. Her arrival was like an event, with everyone in the street peering out their windows to see what the commotion was. They all watched in awe as a small petite Latina woman stepped out from the car. She was wearing a black leather jacket, and tight black jeans which were accessorized with black knee high boots. Her eyes were covered by her sunglasses but her raven colored hair cascaded down her back light a waterfall, stopping just below her bottom.

That was one of the few times that anybody saw Santana Lopez. She very rarely left the house, and when she did it was usually during the dead of the night. There were many incidents during the late of the night, or the early hours of the morning. However, others lived in the house with her and they were often seen going out and running errands throughout the day. They were all friendly enough, most of them stopped to smile at passersby or even go as far as to make conversation with some of them. That usually only happened when they were taking Santana's dog out for a walk. It was her pride and joy, and she loved nothing more than it. Of course, anyone outside of Santana's circle of people didn't know that, which she was glad about because in her opinion, if anyone knew anything about her then there was a chance that they could use that information against her.

Santana liked being mysterious, and she wanted to keep it that way.

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The cool evening wind wisps through the air as Santana steps out of her car, causing her long dark brown hair to obscure her vision. She uses one of her hands to pull her bomber jacket closer to her body, and with her other one she pushes her hair out of her face. It's silent in the street in which she's standing in and so as she makes her way towards the gate of the abandoned house, the sound of her stiletto heels hitting the concrete pavement can be heard. Despite the intimidating exterior, Santana isn't even a little bit nervous as she approaches the door to the house. She knocks forcefully on the door twice, before taking a step back and waiting for it to open.

"Miss Lopez we've been expecting you!" A voice greets just as the door opens. "How are you this evening?"

"I'm doing well, thank you William." Santana replies, reaching out and shaking his hand. "I assume you've set up everything for my visit?"

"Of course!" The man scoffs, opening the door wider. "Come on in."

Santana has lost count of the number of times that she's been in this house, and she's one hundred percent certain that she could make her way around it blindfolded, however she follows William into the house and keeps on his trail, always leaving a few steps between them both. As they walk through the house, she surveys the familiar surroundings with her mocha colored eyes. She's not been here in a few months, but she can tell that nothing's changed. Now that she thinks of it, nothing has ever changed. She's sure that the ugly paintings hanging on the walls, and the moth eaten curtains have been there since day one.

"We've got a good selection just now." William breaks the silence between them as he leads them downstairs and into the basement. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Not really." The brunette answers shortly, not giving much away. "Something new and exciting, something that will challenge me."

Will doesn't reply to the conversation, but instead hums in response as they come to a stop outside a padlocked door. Rummaging in his pockets, William finds the key and unlocks it with a flick of his wrist. Santana eagerly peers through the door as it swings open and is frustrated that she can't see anything due to the complete darkness that surrounds them. She doesn't complain though, she quietly follows William through the door, closing it behind them. The sound of the door closing disturbs what's lying in the darkness, and Santana hears the familiar sounds of scrambling and scratching coming from the concrete floor.

"EVERYONE UP!" William's voice bellows through the darkness. "WE HAVE A SPECIAL VISITOR."

Before anything else can be said, William flicks the light switch on and the whole room illuminates. Despite the light being dim, Santana has to blink a few times to adjust to the lighting, but when she does, her eyes grow hungry with what she sees. In the basement there are around twenty girls standing tall, all looking straight at her. She's used to being in situations like this, so it doesn't intimidate her at all, and even if it did, the cuffs around their ankles and wrists would put her to ease as there's no way that any of them would be able to break out of them or come anywhere near her.

Her eyes scan around the room quickly, surveying her surroundings. There are so many women for her to choose from, but that doesn't necessarily mean that she'll find someone for her today. If there's one thing that the brunette is known for, it's for being incredibly picky when it comes to things like this. She's built a reputation in this business and although she is incredibly respected by everyone, many sellers dread the day that Santana Lopez will visit them because of her high standards.

Santana spots a short red-headed girl in the crowd, and her eyes lock with the strangers emerald green ones. Her hair flows over her shoulders and down her back, sitting against her pale white skin. Even though her hair could do with being brushed and she could be doing with getting fed a bit more, the girl's beauty is clear to Santana. They hold the stare for three seconds before Santana breaks away and looks at William instead. She's sure that she's seen that woman on her last visit, and although she is beautiful, Santana knows that when someone is here for longer than six months then they are bad news. There's no way she's going to willingly allow a troublesome girl to work and live with her, that would just be stupid.

"Get them to sit." Santana speaks directly to William. "I want to walk around."

As it's so quiet, some of the girls that are closer to the pair do what they're told as soon as the words leave Santana's mouth, and the rest follow soon after. Santana's not stupid, she knows for a fact that everyone here knows who she is and why she is here. She's sure they've all probably been warned to be on their best behaviour too, and if they're not then they will be punished soon after it. However, she doesn't care. She's not too bothered what happens to any of the girls here because they are simply here to please her, and any other buyer for that matter. Once she's satisfied that everyone is seated on the ground, Santana takes a step forward, keeping her head held high. Every girl that she walks by, cowers into themselves and it makes Santana smirk in satisfaction. She loves having that effect on people. She loves being in control, and letting everyone know that she has the power and that she's in charge. She honestly doesn't think there's a better feeling.

It takes Santana fifteen minutes to look through most of the girls, and so far she's incredibly disappointed. There's no girl that she's seen that has made an impression on her at all, which angers her slightly because when she had called William to arrange a day to visit, he had promised that he had a good selection of girls. She's aware that the man in thought is following closely behind her, and just as she turns to give him a piece of her mind, she freezes when she notices something out of the corner of her eye. In the corner of the room farthest away from her, she sees a blonde girl cowering away in the corner. Without thinking about it for a second, she automatically makes her way over to her, ignoring whatever William is trying to say to her. She's too fixated on the girl to listen to him right now.

When she comes to a stop in front of her, Santana inhales sharply because the girl opposite her has the bluest eyes she has ever seen. She's so mesmerized by them that she doesn't care that the girl is looking directly at her, even though it's known as an act of defiance and that if any other girl had done that then they would have been punished for it. Santana's lost count of how many times she's punished her girls for smaller things, so she doesn't know why she can't bring herself to do it to this girl right now. Maybe it's because she can see the sheer look of terror on the young woman's face, or that it's because she can see that her body is already covered in scars and bruises – a clear sign that she's gotten into a lot of trouble before. Santana knows that she needs to stay away from her, but she can't.

"Miss Lopez." William's voice brings her out of her thoughts. "I don't think this girl would be right for you."

"I think I'll be the judge of that William." Santana replies sharply, slightly irritated that the curly haired man has grabbed her attention. "I want to be left alone with her for ten minutes."

"Santana, that's really not a good idea." William warns, the worry clear in his voice. "She's got a history of being violent, I don't think it wou-|

"I know what I'm doing." Santana insists, cutting him off. "Ten minutes is all I ask, if anything bad happens then I will take full responsibility. Okay?"

"Okay."