No Good In This World

If anyone would have told Brielle that she would go into a club by herself, she would have laughed because she'd think it was a joke. Brielle didn't go to those sort of places, that's where bad things happen to people. It's where people are given drugs and are taken, taken like her best friend Kelsy. To never been seen or heard from again unless someone went digging into what was happening.

Now, having done one of the things that Brielle was scared to ever do by herslef. The very thing that terrified her, happaned. She had just went into the club, it wasn't busy because it had just opened. Most patrons would probably be in later after they got out of work or had dinner at home or something. Anyways, Brielle walked up towards the bar and had began to ask the bar tenders if they'd seem her friend, but they all said the same thing. No. Even with the picture on her phone, people were saying no.

It sucked, the short black dress that she wore was to tight and the heels she had on were killing her. Brielle was pretty sure she'd need to soak her feet for at least an hour in hot water to stop them from hurting so much later. Maybe she'll talk Kelsy into having a movie night with her as payback for making her do all of this searching for her friend.

As it would seem, searching for her friend in the place that she had disappeared turned out to be a bad idea. For it would seem that she had attracted the wrong kind of attention to herself because one moment she was heading towards the bathroom, and the next she felt a sharp pain in her neck before things turned to black.

By the time Brielle woke up, she was standing in the middle of the room. Her wrists supporting her by being chained to the ceiling. A small hiss escaped from Brielle as she stood up straight, her fingers getting tingly as she felt the blood starting to circulate better. "What happened?" She mumbled quietly to herself as she looked around warily, but she couldn't really make out anything because it was so dark.

(Don't worry about length~)

It wasn't very often that Marco found himself going down to the cells where people were kept before they were sold off. They were mostly filled with women but the occasional man was contained as well. As he moved, the workers were quick to move out of the way when they noticed his presence. Marco was not a man that liked to have to give obvious orders - he wasn't to be kept waiting in any circumstance at all. That included something as simple as someone taking a second too long to move out of his way. Most of the workers here had witnessed Marco's rampages. They did not want to be the focus of his rage any day of the week.

Marco hummed to himself, deciding that he wanted to see the new meat. Usually they were all the same, little whores that had no idea what they had gotten themselves into. Already used and abused, it was rare to come across anyone that was truly worth a price to Marco. Too often, Marco turned away from the people that were about to be sold because they bored him. At least the slave in his room at the moment already knew how to please him - what to expect from him.

When one of the men called out to him, Marco couldn't help but roll his eyes as he turned toward the man. He tilted his head to the side, scowling. "What is so important that you need my attention? Better be worth it."

The man cowered before nodding toward an opening to a room in the far corner of the room. It was completely dark, out of the way. "There's a girl in there. Thought you may... like to assess her, sir."

Marco raised an eyebrow before turning and heading in the direction the man had motioned, all without saying a word. He started a low whistle as he stepped into the room, reaching out to flick the light one. Marco's gaze hardened as he started to walk around her. "Girl. Tell me, what would you give to be kept from the horrors outside? Hm?"

@ castle.
The sudden sound of a whistle filled Brielle's ears and her head perked up a little. Someone was coming. Maybe they could help her out of this strange mess that she had gotten herself into? A small dash of hope swelled inside of Brielle's chest. She didn't know what was going on, all she knew was that something weird had pricked her neck and then she woke up here. With her hands cuffed to the ceiling.

As the man's tall muscular frame appeared through the doorframe, Brielle could feel her lips shifting down into a frown. Then, a small hiss sort of found escaped from her as she quickly closed her eyes because of the sudden onslaught of light from the light's being switched on. Her head giving a light throb as she felt a head ache coming on.

The man's words were the first things that registered in her mind as she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze focused on the cement floor as she was circled like a prey animal. "What?" Was the first thing that Brielle asked as she looked at the man in confusion. She had no idea what he was talking about. "I don't understand what you're talking about." She told him quietly as she tugged on her wrist restraints as she tried to step away from the man that was in front of her.

"I haven't done anything to deserve this sort of treatment." Brielle's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the man. "Let me out of here, oI haven't done anything to be caged up like an animal like this."

Marco tsk'd under his breathe, shaking his head as he continued to walk around her. The short, black dress she wore was a mystery to Marco. He didn't understand why she was wearing it - even from here, he could tell it wasn't something that she typically wore. SHe was uncomfortable with her circumstances, Marco wasn't the least bit surprised about it, but he wondered when the last time she wore something so revealing was. Had she ever?

"You showed up on Moretti territory wearing a little number like that, darlin'. That's all you need to have done for you to land here. Should have never walked through that door if you didn't want to wind up here," Marco answered lowly. He shrugged his shoulders because to him, it was a very normal situation. She was the naive one here, if she thought things were going to just be as smooth as she had hoped.

Marco tilted his head to the side, coming to a stop in front of her. "Tell me something. What brought you here in the first place?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. He reached forward, placing his forefinger beneath her chin. When she didn't immediately tilt her head up, he let out a low growl before sliding his hand around to the back of her head. Wrapping his fingers in her hair, Marco yanked her head backward before leaning forward, his breath hitting her lips as he spoke.

"Do not make me ask you again, girl. You won't like what happens if I have to repeat myself."

@ castle.
Shaking with fear, Brielle did everything in her power to not faint. She knew she was a frail girl, but now wasn't the time to be dramatic. She needed to be tough, she needed to find her friend. She couldn't let this guy intimidate her, not now not ever. She was a strong woman, even if she was incredibly sheltered.

A squeak escaped from Brielle as she felt the man's hand gripping the back of her head. Her bright green eyes shooting open as she looked him in the eyes. A shiver ran down her back as she felt his breath wash over her face. Sending goosebumps up and down her body from being so close to a guy for the first time.

"I-I'm only looking for my friend." Brielle squeaked out as she stared up at the man. "Her name's Kelsy Von, she told me she was coming here with her boyfriend, who also disappeared. Please, I don't have a clue of what's going on, I just want to find my friend." Her tone quieted as she blurted out everything to this stranger, this terrifying man. All Brielle wanted to do was find her friend, not be locked up in some dungeon and being harassed by some scary guy.

"Kelsey Von?" Marco echoed, his face scrunching as he tried to put a face to the name. It was impossible for him to - he never bothered to learn the slaves' names. They would be gone by the end of the week that they were taken; only to be replaced by another round. It seemed like people were always foolish enough to either show up and leave themselves vulnerable or end up owing Marco and he always ended up cashing in on those deals. He tsk'd, shaking his head. "Sorry, don't think I know her,."

"Or.. maybe I do. What does she look like?" Marco asked, knowing he would have no chance at knowing the girl's boyfriend. He had never been interested in boys; they served no purpose in his home. Marco seemed to listen intently to Brielle's description of her best friend, a sick little smirk settling on his features. He still had no clue who the girl was talking about but he could always pretend to. It was just another reason to tease her.

"Oooh. That's Kelsey?" Marco purred, a slight frown growing on his features. "I'm afraid that she'd on the auction block for tonight, sweetheart. There's nothing that I can do for you.. or her," he added, tilting his head to the side. "Unless..." he trailed off, leaning closer to her. "Unless perhaps you chose to do something for me? That might make me want to work hard for you to get your friend back? Hm? What do you think, girl?"

@ castle.
It might be a naive thought, but the look on the man's face and the tone that he was giving her, was giving her home. Like maybe, just maybe, she could find her friend and get her back home safely. Get both of them back home safely. Then, they could act like this little mess had never happaned and they could all be happy like it used to be.

Then, it was like a switch went off and Brielle's lips slowly sank from their neutral perch. She gulped as she listened to the back. Pulling her head back ever so slightly as she listened. A bad feeling forming in the pit of her stomach at the possibilities that were forming in her mind.

"W-what are you talking about?" Brielle asked, skepticism in her tone as she looked at the man warily. She didn't know if she could trust this man and his word. Afterall, she was chained up because of him, was it his fault? Maybe one of the security guys just did this because it helps get rid of alcohol or something? She wasn't sure.

Marco let out a dry laugh at Brielle's hesitation. To him, it was easy enough to figure out. He had no idea who this Kelsey was and frankly, he had no interest at all in trying to help Brielle find this woman. It didn't matter to him because he was almost sure that he wasn't even going to see Brielle after tonight. He held back a laugh as he studied her for a moment, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. He ran his fingers through her hair before stepping away from her.

"I don't know if I can help you.. but I can try," Marco said, nodding toward her. "I can try but I need you to do something for me, don't you understand? Wouldn't you do anything to help your friend out? Don't you want to go home with her?" Marco asked, pulling her closer to him. He smirked when he felt her tense, sure that she could feel his arousal.

"If you don't want to do anything to help yourself and your friend out, you don't have to. It's acceptable if you don't.." Marco trailed off, shrugging. "But you better think fast. The auction doesn't stop for anyone, sweetheart. No one but me."

@ castle.
Tensing at the close contact, Brielle's eyes widen as she stared up into the man's eyes. Her mouth hanging open in surprise as she listened to him. Not sure what she's supposed to do or say at the moment. The words that escaped from his lips filled her mind and turned tables in her mind. Telling her how this was a dream, how she should turn around. While also saying that this might be the only chance she could save her friend.

With cheeks turning a bright pink color, Brielle closed her mouth and gulped. "W-what do you need me to do?" She asked quietly, her bright green eyes flicking away from his as she tried to not show how embarrassed she was at how close he was and by what was poking her.

Marco had not been expecting for Brielle to even want to try and help herself out. He had fully expected her to turn all bashful and blushy and that would just be another thing that he had to add to the list of things that the auctioneer would have to call out. After all, some men liked to destroy the innocent women who really had no idea what they were doing. They liked to take the innocence and completely turn it upside down.

He hummed, leaning up to undo the cuffs on Brielle's wrists. Marco took a step back, leaving plenty of room for the girl to do as she wanted. She could turn to him and get on her pretty little knees or she could try to run. The thought was laughable to him but he knew that some girls were foolish enough to even try it.

"You tell me, princess. What do you think I want from you? Hm?"

@ castle.
When the man in front of her leaned forward to undo the cuffs that were on her wrists, Brielle instinctively clenched her eyes closed and pulled away from the man a bit. Too scared to feel him even closer to her. To scared to know what it was like to be pressed against him.

Then, once her wrists were free, Brielle instantly dropped her arms and flexed her hands. They were pink and sore from supporting her for so long. "Ow..." She mumbled quietly and started to rub her wrists, taking turns to make sure she rubbed the circulation back into both of them.

Once her hands weren't hurting anymore, or were at least a dull pain. Brielle looked back up towards the man. Her lips set in a deep frown as she studied the man that was in front of her. "Umm..." Brielle mumbled quietly, not sure what to say to the man's question. "Interior decorating ideas for this place?" She asked, still to innocent to figure out what he was hinting at.