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The long pleading screams of the young boy echoed around the dark room, the only light coming from a dim red lamp in the corner, it gave the room a creepier edge. Not that it needed it; it was already a room of nightmares, the bare stone walls kept the screams in, and curious people out. Just like it was designed to do.

The large men spaced out, each balding, intimidating muscled and most were bald. Their spacing out left way for the small stone faced female to see the anguish she had help cause. Her expression not faltering as she watched her fiancé pull more teeth from the kid's mouth. To his followers, she was the perfect girlfriend, she stayed silent when they needed her to be, she never spoke out against their violent ways, and most of all, and her young pretty face gave them a sharp edge in how to trap the people they needed to trap. This young boy had fallen for said trap, laying drinks on her all night and dancing closely, before thinking he had got lucky, instead he had got very unlucky.

Alianna May Fuller sat quietly, watching but saying nothing as the men around her tortured the young kid she had been forced to lure in here not half hour before. The guilt that rocked her body was uncontrollable, but she had learnt a long time ago not to cry. Crying for the victims just made it worse for her, so she stayed blank, ignoring the screams and the pleading looks the young boy sent out as the men she knew so well pulled more teeth from his mouth, or cut slowly into his young pale body. She would cry for him later, when she was alone she would let herself feel the pain he had gone through, the anguish his family would feel when they reported him missing, and the grief that would haunt them when his body was discovered, and it would be, publicly and loudly in warning to other people who tried crossing the gang she had carelessly got trapped in.

Her eyes fell onto each of the big intimidating strong men around her, wincing at the sneering pleasure so blatantly present in each set of cold eyes, before focusing on one, the man who had lied his way into her heart, who had trapped her so deeply that she had nowhere left to turn. He grinned sickly as another blow to the young kids head ended his screams, his life. How a person could be so sick as to take pleasure in killing someone she had no idea. But this man loved every bit of it, he basked in the power of it all, loved the way he scared people and owned people. But she was sure, no matter how many times he proclaimed it, she was sure he didn't love her. She was just a possession to him, his toy who he picked up when he wanted and dropped when he didn't. But even when he dropped her she was his, trapped in his homes, his life, she no longer had anywhere else to turn. If she ran, then the next kid on the table in front of her would be her brother, and she couldn't have that. She couldn't risk his life just for her freedom, so she stayed, she suffered the torturing nightmares of victims she had been forced to lure and watch die. She suffered the agitated drunken blows from her man, the sneering looks from his followers and the sympathetic glances from the females who worked around him, but she never once complained, or spoke out against any of it. Her brother's life was too important to her, too fragile, he was just a kid he hadn't even left high school yet. No, she would stay for as long as needed, just to ensure the safety of the one man in her life who had never hurt her, Brady couldn't be brought into this life, knowing he was safe back home in La Push kept her going.

Devon washed his hands clean, not clean enough she thought, she remembered each person she had seen this man hurt. Remembered each young kid he made her lure in from the dance floor of his sickening strip club that buzzed on the other side of the stone wall. She would try her best to help them, she tried so hard to whisper to them to leave and go home, but Devon's right hand man Richie had gotten wind of her and told her very seriously and very lowly that if he heard it again, then her father wouldn't only be wifeless but daughterless too. Her skin crawled as she watched her fiancé wash his arms, careful not to splatter blood or water on to his crisp designer suit, or his gold Rolex that hung from his wrist, careful not to let his appearance of high end, clean cut business man slip.

"Come on baby, I need a drink to celebrate" Devon reached his hand out to hers, pulling her from her place on the white leather couch.

His touch no longer felt nice to her, it was cold and unwanted. She kept her face plain to the people around her, not letting her inner turmoil slip through her piercing blue eyes as her black heels clicked the across the stone floor as he led her out of the red room into the club, the music pounded in her ears but she kept her face blank, mysterious, she wouldn't let anyone see what she was feeling. Devon turned, watching her body move as she walked to their table, her figure hugging dress pleasing him, it was the main reason he had chosen her all those years ago, nearly 3 years to be exact, her figure. She had always looked after herself, gone to the gym 5 days a week, ate the right foods, but now she found herself wishing she hadn't, if she hadn't let her body become so toned and slender, he wouldn't have taken such an eye to her.

"You did well tonight Ally, here" Devon handed her a glass of Champagne, and she clinked her glass to his and downed it, her eyes watching his as he twinkled with pleasure at his life. The drink was the only thing that would see her through her night with him and from the look in his eyes it would be a long night.

She turned, watching in pity at the drugged girls dancing around on tacky metal poles in front of her, they were so young, the youngest was barely 17, not that it matter to a man like Devon, as long as she brought in the money it was a mere bypass of information. Alianna couldn't understand how the girls could do it to themselves, sell their bodies for money. But when she thought about it too much she realised she basically does the same thing, she gives Devon what he wants', he buys her expensive things for it. But she hadn't wanted this life, it had begun as a normal relationship, Devon was a normal guy, no suits or flash cars were ever around on one of their dates. It was simple, diners, the movies, picnics. Lies. As soon as she fell for him he took her into his big home, showed her exactly what he was like. Made sure she knew that he knew exactly where Brady was, and what would happen to him if she ever left. She reminded herself of this, each time her niggling voice told her she was nothing more than a whore and she reminded herself that she was here for one reason. Her brother and father, to keep them safe.

But never once had she thought about the day she would need the safety for herself.

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