Bad luck for a good girl.

Tabby stood in front of a run-down, all-too-familiar strip joint, clutching a well-read letter in her pale, clawed hands. She had just received the letter today, about her transfer from two modelling agencies. She had been bought so suddenly, she really didn't know what to expect.1

It was funny, her boss hadn't said anything about being bought and sold before... and this certainly wasn't a modelling agency. She knew this joint well, it was the place where he friend-well, ex-friend, Irving worked as a prostitute. Tabby hadn't looked him in the eye, let alone talked to him since he betrayed her by stabbing her. The experience had left her scarred, both both physically and mentally. On her stomach there was now a faded scar, and her emotions were now so overwhelming that they caused her eyes to change colour depending on how she was feeling. Right now they were a sickly green, showing her nervousness about the fact that whomever had bought her now owned her in every aspect possible, and resided within the strip joint 'Angels and Demons'. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Tabby slipped in the front doors as silently and inconspicuously as possible. If Irving was there, she didn't want him to see her and know that she was now an employee too.2

Cautiously she edged around the sides of the room, heading away from the crowd of rowdy punters enjoying the 'show' and towards the 'employees only' area. When she got to the door, a wide, surly looking man blocked her way.3

"sorry, employees only, kiddo." he growled. Trembling even more, and not looking up form the floor, Tabby pushed the letter into his hand. He scanned his eyes over it, processing the information, then broke into a perverted, knowing grin. "so, you're Chris' new one? well then, go on through!" He stepped aside and watched he with a sneer on his face as she stumbled down the dingy hall. "It's the first door on yer left when you turn the corner!" The bouncer turned away fro Tabby and spoke roughly into his walkie-talkie:4

"Hey Chris, the newbie's here." 5

Tabby shivered. She had a really bad feeling about this.6

Finally Tabby arrived at what she presumed to be 'Chris's' room. Shaking violently, she knocked three times and then waited for a reply. It came sooner than she'd expected.7

"Enter" the voice called. Tabby took a breath and did as she was told. The light from the hallway shone in into the dimly-lit room and in the moment that the door was wide open she saw a slightly worn carpet and a handsome young man sitting behind a desk, writing furiously. She began to calm down. Maybe she was just getting worked up for nothing?8

As soon as the door shut and the man looked up she knew she was wrong. Nothing good would come of this, she just knew it.9

"hello there. You must be...Tabby, right? My newest purchase? My my, you are a pretty one aren't you? Max wasn't lying when he said you were like a goddess..." 10

As Tabby shuffled forwards into the room, Chris circled her, like a lion 11

to his prey. She blushed, and tensed up considerably.12

"I'm sorry sir, but you refer to me in a very strange fashion, as one would for and item which they own. I would prefer it if you did not.. if you would refrain from...that is..." she began to stutter as he took her chin in his hand and tilted it from side to side. When she silenced herself he smirked.13

"Well spoken, aren't you? No matter, I suppose I'll just have to bring to down off your high horse there, won't I?" and with that his pressed his lips against hers forcefully, thrusting his tongue forward into her mouth. Surprise, Tabby at once pushed him away and stumbled over to the other side of the room, maybe the worst decision she would make all night. Chris just grinned.14

"what, playing hard to get? don't p*ss around with me honey, I know what I want and you're here to give it to me, nothing more, nothing less." he sneered. 15

"Wh-what are you talking about? I am a model by profession, not...not a-"16

"Prostitute? Oh, don't worry, I don't think of you as one of them. You won't be getting paid for screwing me. I already payed your boss a LOT of money for you, so I'm not about to spend any more. You'll just get a place to stay and a...minimal amount of food. I want you close so I can get you out and play with you whenever it pleases me. So you'll have to move out of your place with Irving and his b*tch." he said, locking the door and moving closer to Tabby, who had managed to back herself into a corner and was cowering there, a horrified look on her face and tears forming in her eyes.17

"Irving? You know Irving? But, how?" she was distracted from her future with her captor with the mention of Irving's name.18

"Know him? honey, I've bunnyed him, hurt him and all the rest! I'm his pimp, you should know that! You come in here to see him often enough. From the first time I saw you I've though you were a nice piece of meat. But I couldn't get to you because of that bunny, Irving and the wench, Eshel. But I understand you've had a little falling-out am I correct? So now there's no-one to refuse me your body, I thought I'd seize my chance." He laughed, finally arriving at Tabby's trembling form. He moved up against her, pinning her body to the wall with his own. She screamed, and Chris smiled evilly, her pain bringing him great pleasure.19

Almost tenderly he pulled her loose-fitting dress down over her struggling shoulders and placed his lips on her neck. Looking down, he spied a faint bite mark on her left shoulder. His eyes widened in surprise.20

"what's this? Someone else's already taken you? Oh, and a demon, no less. How...interesting" he mused.21

"Wh-what do you know of demon affairs?" she spat with as much bravery as she could muster. 22

"mmm....more than you'd think, my little half-breed. Now, how about I make my own mark?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the smooth, unmarked skin on her right shoulder. "Here should do just fine." 23

Without warning, he lunged down and bit down into the flesh on her shoulder, causing her to gasp in pain. He lifted his head, blood dripping form his lips and smiled. Leaning forward, he whispered:24

"now, let's get down to business, shall we?", into her ear, and then ripped her dress form her body. standing near-naked before him, she screeched and struggled furiously, scratching and making as much noise as possible. She had made the mistake of staying quiet before. In the end he was forced to put his mouth over hers and bite her tongue to silence her, and hold her arms above her head against the wall to protect himself. When Tabby's attempts to get away lessened, he immediately raped her. All though it, Tabby tried her very best to thik of anyhting but what he was doing to her, how he was violating her.25

After what seemed hours to her, but was only about 3 minutes in reality, Chris let Tabby slump to the floor, naked and bleeding, her innocence stolen away from her her again. She was completely silent as Chris retreated from her to answer a knock at the door. He opened it an inch to see who it was. 26

"Oh, Irving. What is it now?" he demanded in a husky tone. Tabby started, staring at the door hopefully, but not daring to utter a single syllable.27

"Uh-er, well Chris, we could really use your help out here. It's just, it's getting a Little rowdy, and Judith said..." He stammered, unaware that Tabby was sitting only metres away from him.28

"Well, I'm with a lady friend at the moment, Irving. I'll ask her if she minds me going, shall I?" Irving nodded a response, and Chris shut the door, walking back over to his victim. "so, little kit, you can call for his help if you like. go on, do it." He sneered, looking down on her broken soul. Just remember that if you do, I could just as easily 'forget' to be around to protect him. This joint can get pretty dangerous."29

Tabby knew at that moment that all was lost. As much as she felt hurt by Irving, she could never wish anything ill-meaning upon him. In resignation, she shook her head. Chris was satisfied. He kissed he one last time, roughly, on the lips, a promise of a swift return, and then left her locked in his office alone. 30

AS soon as Tabby was sure that he was gone she broke down, a wave of nausea swept over her. She crawled towards his en-suite bathroom, sobbing and wailing, and then threw up violently into the toilet. Shaking, she stood up and studied herself in the mirror. There was a trickle of blood running down her legs and her shoulder was bleeding profusely. Tenderly, she pressed a was of toilet paper against it. 31

The scar was going to last forever.32