Benson Bailey's Story

When no one moved to unlock the van door, Gabrielle snarled and slammed her fist hard against it, trying to bust it open or something. She had witnessed someone else doing that very thing, but they were also a lot more muscular than she was, which was probably why it wasn’t working. She didn’t want to charge it because it would explode and hurt her, but staying as their captive wasn’t an option either. Growling, she slammed her shoulder into the door before grabbing a hold of the wrist that was cuffed and leaning back, trying to break the chain,

“I’m Gabrielle LeBeau, daughter of Remy LeBeau, otherwise known as Gambit! You are all going to pay for this! Let me out!!!!!” She tugged harder on her wrist feeling the chain finally breaking. Flopping backwards thanks to the amount of pressure she had been exerting, she panted a minute before sneaking towards the driver’s seat, determined to hotwire the van and break out of the garage. She was so over playing.

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“Bailey here.”

A male voice answered the phone as soon as he heard it ringing. His voice was calm and very seductive and smooth; it obvious that he was used to having people eating out of the palm of his hand. Since only a few had his number and not one that went to one of his patsies, Benson immediately knew that his target had been acquired. That made him extremely happy. Now, he just needed to have them bring her to one of his current locations and then he would transport her to where he planned on keeping her.

"I've got what you want." Li said into the phone, "You can come get it in a day, the slums at midnight." Li said to the man, "Don't be late and have my money." The woman was clearly making sure she was the one in control. She didn't want to be double-crossed, or left to be arrested after the deal was done. She didn't know this man.

She couldn't exactly trust him just yet.

Gabrille in the meantime would find that she couldn't quite reach the front seat. There wasn't enough distance from the van's sliding door to the front, the chain on the cuffs wasn't long enough to get Gabby where she needed to be to make her escape.

"I've got what you want." Li said into the phone, "You can come get it in a day, the slums at midnight." Li said to the man, "Don't be late and have my money." The woman was clearly making sure she was the one in control. She didn't want to be double-crossed, or left to be arrested after the deal was done. She didn't know this man.

She couldn't exactly trust him just yet.

Gabrille in the meantime would find that she couldn't quite reach the front seat. There wasn't enough distance from the van's sliding door to the front, the chain on the cuffs wasn't long enough to get Gabby where she needed to be to make her escape.

It took Gabrielle a few minutes to realize that she hadn’t broken the chain completely. Snarling, she jerked harder onto the cuff, stretching out her other arm as far as she could reach. She squeezed her fingers together, trying to wiggle free from the cuff despite knowing it was too tight for her to do that. As she stretched, she glanced around for something to use and finally spotted a small piece of metal. Shoving it into the key hole, she scrunched her nose up, trying to get the damn thing unlocked.

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“Good. I’ll be there with your money. You please me at how fast you managed to get what I required. Try to keep from doing anything lasting to her. See you in a day at Midnight.” Benson hung the phone up and grinned widely. His plan was coming together and Bryson, who usually failed him, actually did something right. He slid his cell into his pocket and just smirked while thinking about everything he was going to do to her.

"Let's move her." Li told the men, all of them standing up. "Move her where?" One of them asked, "The slums." Li answered, gesturing the men over to the van just as the cuffs Gabby had around her wrist would unlock due to her makeshift lockpicking.

Gabby had to hope she was fast enough to hotwire the vehicle, which she probably wasn't. Li and her hired thugs didn't exactly have to trek very far to get to the van. When they reached it one of the men pulled open a sliding door, Li opening the passenger side at nearly the same time.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" The thug asked Gabby, as if he was actually expecting an answer. Not that it would matter to him or Li.

When the cuff finally unlocked, she grinned and rubbed her wrist before turning around to get to the front of the van in order to hotwire it. She was probably about halfway between the seats when the sliding door and passenger side door opened simultaneously. Blinking, she started to say something before darting forward to the driver’s side door. She ignored the question and yanked open the door, sliding down to the ground,

“Bailing!” She shouted before rushing towards the garage door, hoping she could get to it before the grabbed a hold of her. She seriously sucked at escaping and knew unless she managed to get free or somehow got someone’s attention, there was a chance she would disappear forever. Her phone had been dropped back where she was snatched along with the necklace that would have led them directly to her location,

“Just lemme alone!”

Li didn't take too much damage dealing with the dog, but the scratches, bite marks and torn clothing were reminders that things could have gotten much worse if she wasn't as prepared as she was. Barely prepared. It wasn't every day an attack dog was on top of you. When her men got Gabby into the van they drove off, Gabby was the prize. She needed to be kept away from cops for now.

"Come on!" The final hired thug called out to Li as he approached on her bike, the woman petting the sleeping attack dog on the head before standing. She scooped up her revolver before quickly moving to climb on the motorcycle. As it drove away, Li couldn't help but make eye contact with Vanessa.

It wouldn't last long, police officers would push Vanessa back down to the ground in order to detain her until they knew who was who. "Leon's down! Where's the shooter?" A police officer asked, "Gone, I think. We're calling it in, getting a search going." Another responded, "Someone help Leon, make sure he's okay."

The police were probably going to have the scene locked down, but that also meant more police on that side of town. For Li that was a bad thing, probably bad for Thanos too. Li had to work with it, the woman slipped her cellphone from her jacket and dialed in the last number she used before.

"Triple it." She would say if someone answered, "And meet me in the slums now."

He was nearby, just biding him time by exploring the location and making sure that he had everything mapped out just in case something occurred, like the police showed up or something. He had heard the sirens, but paid them little attention, because he didn’t want to seem suspicious. But, when the phone rang and he glanced down at the number, he stepped into a secure location before answering it on the second ring. He knew something had gone wrong if he was being contacted a full day before their meeting time.

“Bailey.”

The female on the other end didn’t seem too pleased, but one really couldn’t tell through the phone. He just grunted when told to triple what he was going to be paying them and he was glad he had moved closer since she wanted him to meet her immediately. He knitted his brows a little and clenched his jaw, debating on whether or not the girl was worth paying three times as much as he had originally offered. Finally deciding she was, Benson sighed heavily.

“Done. I will see you shortly.” He responded before hanging up the phone, making his way to the nearest branch of his bank to pull the rest of what was needed from his account. Once he got what was necessary, he slid into his black vehicle, the windows tinted to make sure no one would be able to see inside. Pulling away from the curb, he drove immediately to the slums, the back of the car already prepared for his package.

Benson pulled up to a group of shacks, his nose turning up at them almost immediately. It wasn’t that he thought he was too good for this type of location… it’s that he knew he was too good for the slums. However, it was the perfect spot to pick up his package and as long as they got there quickly, he wouldn’t mind pausing at the dump. If they took too long, he was most definitely not going to give her the triple amount. Also, if his prize was too damage, she wasn’t going to be getting anything except a bullet in the face.

“Wonder what could have possibly happened to make her want to triple the amount. How hard is it to handle a teenager?” He mused to no one in particular, wondering if perhaps his mercenary wasn’t as skilled as he had been led to believe.

Benson ran his fingers through his brown hair, pushing the front strands out of his silver eyes for the nineteenth time. He was currently wearing a skin-tight black sleeveless shirt beneath a black unzipped hooded jacket. The sleeves and pockets of the jacket were crimson red and the bottom trip was red and black. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, counting down the minutes. He glanced at his cell phone, wondering if she would call him again with a more specific location, but figured if she spotted the car, it would be obvious that he was the man who had contacted her with the job.

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Gabrielle groaned, her eyes slowly flickering open though at first everything was extremely fuzzy. Waiting until she could focus properly, the sixteen year old realized she was back in the van. Rolling onto her side, she hissed and shifted to get weight off whatever was hurting at that moment. Her body hurt more than it had previously and she knew that everything that had happened until this moment had caught up to her. She didn’t see Li in the van, but made no attempt to move toward the door or even say anything. The fact that she had gotten choked out freaked her out and it was about that moment that she came to the conclusion that she had been playing with fire the entire time she had been kidnapped. Deciding she didn’t want to get hurt anymore or shot, the teen just remained crumpled on the floor of the van, suddenly afraid that she really wouldn’t ever get home again.

Even if she managed to get out of the vehicle, there was no way she would be able to run and it was going too fast for her to not get hurt even more. If by chance she did manage to flee when it stopped, who was to say Li wasn’t following them and if she was, Gabby knew the mercenary would just shoot her. The scuffle went badly and the only thing she managed to do was piss off the female even more. In fact, she wasn’t even sure if they were going to turn her over to whoever wanted her. What if they were just taking her to some remote area to kill? Frowning, she chewed on her bottom lip, wishing she had managed to keep a hold of the necklace so she could be tracked.

Gabrielle heard Li’s voice once the van stopped and was glad she hadn’t tried to make a break for it. Instead she remained exactly where she had been placed, not moving a muscle until the door opened and two of the thugs pulled her out of the van, making her stand up. Wincing, she shifted her weight off her injured ankle and knew this was going to suck, especially since they were making her walk to wherever it was they were going. Watching the smoke bellowing up towards the sky, she wondered what that was about, but opted to keep silent. Her eyes narrowed slightly towards Li after hearing her comment, but she didn’t say a word. It didn’t take a genius to realize just how deep in trouble she was and perhaps if she would have realized it earlier, she might have been able to escape at some point when they least expected it. Now, she was just screwed.

“Shoot me where?” Gabby questioned softly, her curiosity getting the best of her.

As she limped along with the thugs, Gabby went over the past events and realized that she could have been killed at any given point. Luckily for her, whatever was being offered to the mercenary for her life was important enough to keep from using a bullet on the teenager. Frowning at the thought, she rubbed her forehead and kept moving, though she slowed down her pace quite a bit, but it was mostly because of how much she was hurting. She moved a hand to her ribs, holding them as she continued to hobble, it obvious by anyone looking that she had gotten the crap beat out of her several times.

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Benson heard his text message tone go off and he glanced down at his phone, scrolling over to his messenger. Glancing at the message, he shifted his attention towards the sky, noting the white smoke. Putting the car into drive, he pulled away from the curb and drove towards where he assumed the smoke was coming from. He had to pay attention not only towards the sky, but towards the road as well, because he figured running over the mercenary and his package would be bad business. Finally spotting them, he pulled up beside them and put the car into drive. Stepping out, he grabbed the envelope with the money before opening up the back door. He peered first at Li and then Gabrielle and then back towards Li again.

“The amount requested is in the envelope. I’ll take her from here.” He held out the envelope and stepped forward to take Gabby from the thugs, but he waited for Li’s release first.

"Sorry about her. She was beat up when we got her, and she's been putting some strain on herself trying to run." Li told the man, reaching out to take the envelope from him. As her men moved up with Gabby, she raised a hand to stop them. The woman opened the enevelope, glancing at the money for a second.

"Okay." She said, the men pushing Gabby towards Benson. "She's all yours to do with as you wish. Nice doing business with you." Li said to Benson, "Hopefully she's less of a troublemaker for you than she was for me. But, she's a stubborn little one. And loud. And she has a potty mouth." Li informed Benson before turning to walk away.

Snorting, Gabrielle rolled her eyes at Li’s comments even though they were pretty spot on. She did notice the mercenary didn’t mention how she didn’t hold back beating on her. Keeping her mouth closed mostly because she knew the female might change her mind and shoot her and the unknown male, Gabby glanced at the envelope, trying to see how much she was apparently worth. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see how much money had been stuffed into the envelope, but something told her it was a plethora.

Benson shook his head a little, once again looking at Gabrielle. He grinned when told that she was stubborn and a potty mouth. He grabbed a hold of the brunette’s arm, jerking her over to his location. When she tried to resist and cried out in pain, Bailey smirked coldly. He practically threw her onto the ground, pinning her down with his foot planted on her back. When feeling her trying to wiggle free, he shoved his foot down even harder, grinding it down on her spine, making her stop moving.

“Her appearance is fine, I like a challenge. Nice doing business with you as well.” Benson called out after Li, watching her and the thugs turning to walk away. Grabbing a hold of Gabrielle by her hair, he jerked her up and shoved her inside of the backseat. Seat belting her in, he grabbed a piece of duct tape, slapping it over her face to keep her from saying anything and threw a hood over her head to keep her from seeing where he was taking her. He grabbed the shackles that were hooked into the car and cuffed her hands and feet, making it impossible for her to do anything,

“You are the perfect package.” Benson grinned, listening to her muffled screams and shut the door before climbing to the driver’s seat and driving away.

He had spent the last few days scoping out different places outside of Wing City to take Gabrielle, because he had a feeling that her older sister would come looking for her. Not only that, he knew that Gabby had a bodyguard who might come looking for her, so the idea was to go far enough away that they would never find her. With that thought in his head, he branched out and found something that he knew no one would ever think about looking at. He drove in silence, well aside from her muffled screams and mutterings through the duct tape that was still over her mouth. It wasn’t long before he reached the edge of The Dark Woods. He knew he couldn’t drive the vehicle much further, so he pulled it off to the side and turned off the ignition. Moving around to the backseat, he slammed his fist hard into Gabrielle’s head, knocking her out. Taking the time to undo the shackles, he hefted the teen’s body over his shoulder and placed her down nearby.

He moved to the trunk and opened it up, grabbing out the gas can. It didn’t take him long to douse the car in the liquid both inside and out. Tossing the can inside, he picked up Gabrielle again and tossed a lighter into the vehicle, moving into the woods as it caught fire. It took him a while to navigate the trails, but it wasn’t long until he came upon the place he was going to be keeping his prize for just a while. He had planned on eventually moving them elsewhere, probably off of Terra, but that couldn’t happen until she was conditioned how he needed her to be. Moving through what headstones he could see, Benson was careful to keep from tripping over the underbrush and ivy, not wanting to fall and chance cracking her head or even his head on one of the invisible stones. He finally made it to one of the stone mausoleum, its location on the very edge of the graveyard, almost out of sight thanks to all of the ivy and briar thorns growing all over it.

“Home sweet home.” He muttered and stepped through the door, shoving the cement-like slab back closed. He had made several trips to this very place to prepare for what he wanted to do to Gabrielle and so there were a lot of lanterns and other things to create light in addition to shackles and chains and other torture-type tools. He had medical equipment and a generator as well as a small refrigerator that had food and water in it. He wasn’t planning on being in this location long, but that would all depend on the girl in his arms. Placing her down in a corner, he shackled her up by her wrists and took a seat, waiting for her to wake up. He figured that he had covered his tracks up enough that his sister, her bodyguard, and even the head of the security of Gambit’s or the security detail at Gambit’s would ever find her.

Gabrielle slid open her lavender eyes, groaning a little as she tried to remember what had just happened. At some point in time, she had been traded off or sold, she wasn’t sure which, to some schmuck who had after driving quite a while, slammed a fist into the side of her face. Once again knocked out and disoriented, she found herself in what appeared to be a mausoleum. Worse than that, she was shackled against one of the walls and knew no matter how loud she screamed, no one would hear her. No, she needed to figure out a way to get free before it was too late. The male who had bought her wasn’t around, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t nearby. Pulling on the shackles holding her wrists in place, she winced as it rubbed her wrists raw. Tugging free wasn’t an option it seemed.

“FUCKER, LET ME GO!” She didn’t bother mincing words and snarled when the male stepped back into the mausoleum. After taking in his appearance, she realized she didn’t know who he was, which bothered her immensely. Why would some stranger have a mercenary kidnap her? It just didn’t make any sense to her. She could tell her injuries had been bandaged up, which was a nice gesture, but didn’t quite make up for her current location. Growling at the brunette, she spit at him before going back to tucking on her shackles. She didn’t flinch when he walked over to her and she braced herself to be punched again since that seemed to be him MO. When he just grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks hard instead, she kicked at him, but he had been prepared for that, so she didn’t hit anything but air.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you. That’s okay, pretty soon you’ll be docile and obedient to me.” The male grinned and shoved her head back against the wall, his fingers digging into her cheek bones hard enough to make her cry out. Laughing, he stepped away and took a seat, studying her closely.

“You are mistaken. I’m obedient to no one, not even my father.” Gabrielle spit at his feet, her purple eyes narrowing angrily.

“Oh yes, Remy LeBeau. I can see why you’re not obedient to him because he’s nothing more than a piece of shit. Wonder how he’ll feel when he finds out what happened to you. No one has even missed you yet, Gabrielle. Does that make you feel worthless? Not even your sister has noticed you’re gone. By the time they pull their heads out of their asses, we’ll be off this wretched planet and they’ll never find you.” Benson grinned and watched the expressions changing on his captive’s face.

“You’re lying. You’re going to pay for this.” Gabby tried to sound confident, but she was beginning to doubt anyone had noticed. Even if they did, they would trace the necklace and cell phone back to where it had been dropped before she had even gotten grabbed by Li.

“I don’t think so, my beautiful prize.” Benson walked back over to her, shoving her head backwards again.

“…Just let me go. Why do you even want me in the first place? What could I have possibly done to you?” Gabrielle frowned, trying to jerk away from him.

“You didn’t do anything. I happened to see you one day and knew I needed to have you. See, I am a collector of sorts, but none of my other toys have pleased me and I’m hoping you change that.” Benson went in for a kiss, shouting out when she bit down hard on his tongue. Jerking back his head, he slammed a fist hard into her gut before stepping back. “You must think I won’t hurt you because I called you beautiful. You are sorely mistaken. I have no qualms with cutting you or breaking bones, so keep that in mind.” Benson narrowed his eyes and nodded towards the different devices used to torture.

Gabrielle coughed and gasped for air when he hit her, her body not enjoying the abuse, especially after what had happened the other day. She sighed, keeping her mouth closed for the moment. When he walked over towards the slab that his stuff was currently located on. Noting the chair was close to her, she stretched out her body and managed to pull it closer to her. Moving a leg back, she suddenly brought it forward, sending the chair flying through the air with enough force to knock him forward when it nailed him in the back. She wasn’t quite sure what the point of that was other than it making her feel a little better.

“Last warning, let me go.” She wasn’t quite sure what she was going to do since she couldn’t change the shackles without blowing off her hands, but maybe if she got him to mess up, she could improvise.

Growling, he turned around and walked over to her. Unshackling her, he grabbed a hold of the chains, keeping the cuffs on her wrists. Dragging her over to a bucket full of water, he slammed her head down inside of it, holding her down while she thrashed around. Jerking her back just before she passed out, Benson threw her down on the ground, his foot pressing down on her left wrist, grinding the cuff into her flesh. He leaned down and snarled in her face.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to make demands, girl.” Benson attached another shackle/cuff duo to her ankles after cutting the tendon of the other ankle to match the one that had already been injured and attached the chain to the wall before putting one around her neck, the chain hooking into a metal collar, making sure she wouldn’t be able to get very far. She would be allowed to sit down and stand and even lay, but not very far from the wall. Slamming her backwards against the wall, he once again dug his foot on her wrist before walking over to his tools. Grabbing a sledgehammer, he ignored her pleas and slammed it down on her left wrist shattering the bones in the process. As she screamed out in pain, he grabbed the hood that had been around her head and shoved it into her mouth.

“You will learn to do as I say without question. You will not act up at all because if you do, I will continue to hurt you. If I can’t condition you, I will just kill you and send you back to Gambit’s in tiny pieces. Understand?” Benson glared at her, waiting for her to nod her head, turning after she finally did.

After he walked out and closed the slab behind him, Gabby glanced down at her wrist and back at her ankle and realized this was way worse than being with Li. Curling up, Gabrielle sobbed, albeit it muffled. He was right, no one was going to be able to find her and even if they did, there was no telling what kind of shape she would be in or if she would even be in one piece. She could hear him outside talking on the phone, but had no idea who he was talking to. Shifting a little, she managed to find a slightly comfortable position, though the pain radiating from her wrist and ankle made it difficult to actually be at ease.

Hours later, Benson walked back into the Mausoleum and grabbed a hold of her broken wrist, jerking it back into place before wrapping it to keep it from healing weird. He didn’t want a deformed slave after all. He ignored her whimpering and after getting it wrapped, let her tuck it back beside her before kneeling beside her with a bottle of water and a sandwich. As she shakily took the water, he ran his fingers through her hair, soothingly. Sitting back a little to give her some space, Benson studied her silently for a few minutes.

“Well, that was a rough few hours, right? Are we ready to move forward and accept our fate or do you need more time to think?” Benson kept his voice calm, almost as if he had come upon her after the deed.

“Go.Fuck.Yourself.” Gabrielle hissed out her words, snarfing down the sandwich and the water before snapping angry eyes towards him. As if he was reading her mind, Benson grabbed the plate and bottle before she had the chance to charge either one of them. He had definitely done his homework. She was prepared for anything, but when he suddenly grabbed her and removed the chains, but kept her shackled, the teen had no idea what he was about to do. When he slammed her down on a nearby slab and attached the cuffs to chains that were around it, she suddenly found herself on her back.

“Well, it appears you’re just as stubborn as rumors stated. That’s okay, I’ve got time to have a bit of fun with you. Well, I think it’s fun, but I doubt you’ll agree.” Benson grinned and took the hood out of her mouth and covered her face with it. Before she had a chance to say a word, which she probably had quite a few that she wanted to fire off, he began to pour water over her face. Laughing when she started to panic and gag, he continued to pour water, watching in amusement as she thrashed around. Not wanting her to drown, he stopped and unshackled her, dragging her back to where a cot had been set up. Putting her down, he removed the hood and smoothed back her hair. He draped a blanket over her before moving away, sitting down in a chair across from her.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Gabrielle. I would love nothing more than to take you somewhere nice and let you sleep in a real bed. How about it?” Benson smiled at the shaking form, hoping that he was already breaking her.

Coughing and gasping for air, still shuddering, Gabrielle ignored him for the moment while she got a hold of herself. Her body hurt so much, but there was no way she was going to let this bastard win. Shifting herself, she moved off the cot and snapped her head over towards him, her purple eyes starting to glow with red specks throughout the iris. Grabbing a hold of the cot, she started to charge it, but unfortunately, he was quicker than her. When it was suddenly ripped away from her, she growled and slid back against the wall, moving into the corner,

“I’ll NEVER bend to your will, you bastard!” She prepared to be hit, but when he simply attached the chains back to the shackles and collar before leaving, she blinked.

“The hard way then.” He simply shook his head and stepped out of the mausoleum.

Leaving her alone for an entire day, Benson finally returned and after stepping into the mausoleum, closed the slab behind him. He noted that she was curled up in the corner on top of a mat that he had laid down for her. Moving first to where his medical equipment was, he pulled out a syringe and filled it with a liquid, capping it after it had the desired amount in it. Shaking his head, he moved to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water and dropped it and a sandwich down beside her head. Kicking her hard in the ribs to wake her up, he sat down across from her, a cold smirk plastered across his face,

“Ready to succumb to me yet, Gabrielle?” He kept his voice calm and almost cheerful, as if he was just holding a normal conversation.

Wincing and sitting up with a yelp, Gabby held her side until the pain ceased. Glaring over at him, she ate the sandwich and drank the bottle of water. The second the container was empty, he snatched it out of her hand, not wanting her to charge it and throw it at him. She narrowed her eyes and just shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. She really didn’t want to make things worse than they already were, but the teenager wasn’t about to roll over for him. When he suddenly stood up, she found herself moving away from him, her body tensing up in preparation for whatever he was about to do.

“You know, I don’t like hurting you, but I will to get what I desire.” Benson snapped out a hand and grabbed a hold of her wrist, stretching out her arm. He removed the lid to the syringe and shoved it into her vein, injecting it all into her body. Dropping her arm, he shook his head and tossed the needle into a container. He watched her for a moment before sitting back down again.

“GAH! What the fuck did you just put in me?!” Gabrielle stared down at her arm, her breathing growing rapid. It didn’t take her long before she felt an intense rush, which gave way to a state of euphoria. Groaning, she closed her eyes and just allowed the sensation to take over, not really having any other choice at the moment. She also felt extremely drowsy and she ended up passing out again, but not before getting an answer to her question.

“Heroin.” Benson wasn’t sure if she heard him before she fell asleep, but it didn’t matter. He planned on injecting her often to get her addicted before making her go through the withdrawals. By that time, she will be beginning for it and that will be when he finally breaks her.

Benson came in as often as necessary to keep her from coming down from the euphoria high, knowing that she was getting hooked on it without even wanting to. He loved how she begged for him to stop and knew she was getting closer to being broken. It wouldn’t be long until he stopped injecting her in order to make her go through massive withdrawals. That, he figured, would be enough to shatter what will she had left and soon she’d be begging for him to give her more and that would be exactly when she would become his.

Walking into the mausoleum, Benson watched her sleeping, his fingers sliding through his brunette hair. She was like a docile creature at the moment and he had started leaving out food and water for her without worrying about her charging it and throwing it at him. The only thing he didn’t give her back was the cot. Instead, she slept on a mat on the floor and she didn’t seem to want to do anything to lose it because if that happened, she’d be sleeping on the cement and with her injuries, she needed what little padding she was given, especially since he made sure she remained hurt constantly.

Due to her nature, it didn’t take her long to get addicted and he knew walking in and seeing her that today would be the day to withdrawal the heroin from her. Sitting down across from her, Benson watched as she slowly woke up. From the look she gave him, it was obvious that he was waiting for her to inject her and when he didn’t move, the teen just looked at him in confusion. He grinned and crossed both of his arms against his chest.

“So, my dear. I think I’m going to take the heroin away from you.”

“…Good, you fucker. I never wanted it anyways. How about you let me go…?” Her voice was soft and she wasn’t as fiery as she had been when first captured.

“No can do.” Benson just grinned and leaned back, watching her. “Your last dose was four hours ago, so in like two hours, you will be going through withdrawals. I suspect they will be extremely uncomfortable for you, because not only did I keep you drugged up since the first injection, I have injected you with extremely large amounts.” Benson grinned even more.

“…you’re going to pay for this…” Gabby curled up on the mat, fear beginning to take over her anger.

"Don't think so." Benson moved over and grabbed her by the hair, shoving her onto her back before covering her head with a hood again. She started to panic, realizing what was going on, but he had knelt down upon her, pinning her down. Grabbing a bucket of water, he poured it over her face, watching coldly as she began to panic even more, gasping and struggling to breathe. He kept pouring the water until the bucket was empty. Removing the cloth and letting her roll over to gasp for air and cough up water, Benson smirked and sat back down again.

"Give yourself to me and this will all end."

Gabby didn't say a word and instead just shook her head, coughing up water. She was quickly losing the battle and knew it wouldn't be much longer until her body and mind completely gave up. Whimpering softly, Gabrielle closed her eyes and shivered uncontrollably, her temperature starting to spike. She also felt the craving for the heroin coming on like an intense need and whined a little bit louder, refusing to give in to the cravings and withdrawal symptoms.

When she was at the peak of the withdrawal, Benson found ways to cause her agony, since she was more sensitive to pain at that moment. He beat on her and cut shallowly on her body, knowing that the tiny cuts would heal without any scars. It hurt her and that was all that mattered at that time. He also water boarded her quite often, each time taking it just a little bit further, though never enough to actually kill her. Once or twice she did stop breathing, but he brought her back immediately. Just when she was getting over the agony and was beginning to feel normal, which took a few days, he injected her with an even higher dose of heroin, knowing that the withdrawal would be worse the next time.

“You ready to be mine?” Benson leaned back after injecting her again, determined to keep her high as a kite.

Gabrielle shook her head while trying to fight through the drug, but it was a battle she was losing rather quickly. The moment he had his back turned, she grabbed the tray that he had left beside her with leftover food. It was more difficult to do, but somehow she managed to charge the object and as soon as it was bright red, Gabby chucked it at him. Unfortunately, her aim was off since she was actually seeing two of him and it instead exploded nearby him. The force was enough to knock him off his feet though, but it only served to piss him off.

“That’s a no…” she managed to get out before he was suddenly in front of her.

“You.Bitch.” Benson tugged out the shrapnel that had lodged into his butt. Unfortunately, it didn’t do a lot of damage and didn’t hit anything important. Benson grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up as far as the shackles would let him before she slammed her hard against the wall, knocking her out. Dropping her back down, he walked off to fix himself up, but not before injecting her yet again. As he walked out, he briefly spoke to someone outside of the mausoleum before making his way to the car that was waiting. The other person walked inside and sat down with a twisted grin.

“This should be fun.” Bryson grinned even more, twirling a dagger in his hand. He had been instructed by his boss what he could and could not do and he intended to toe that line, especially since by babysitting her, he was missing out on asses and tits and that did not please the blonde, but he knew better than to disobey Benson.

Five days passed with her continuing to be injected by Bryson while Benson spent time recovering from the shrapnel. Bryson was allowed to drug her up and torture her, but he was told no doing anything to her that would mar her flesh nor was he allowed to do anything sexual to him. So, for five days, he remained sexually frustrated, especially since he was so used to fucking hot bitches all hours of the day and night. Still, he didn’t touch her other than to almost drown her and keep her drugged up. When Benson finally appeared, Bryson quickly left and made his way to the nearest whorehouse to fuck them all. Benson, one alone with Gabrielle, checked to make sure nothing had been done before rolling her onto her back and shoving a tube down her throat, smirking when she fluttered her unfocused eyes open.

“For what you did to me, I think I’m going to torture you a bit more than normal. You see those two canisters on the side of the tray? One leads to water and the other is acid. You can pick which one I end up giving you, so pick wise. Here’s a hint, I am left handed.” Benson smirked and watched as she tried to figure out what was going on, panic settling in almost immediately.

Gabrielle gagged on the tube, trying to get free enough to get it out, but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to. Finally, she nodded towards the left bottle, hoping that she was correct. When he flipped the switch and the liquid moved down the tube towards her tube that was connected, she started to panic even more, afraid what it actually was. When the sensation of water trickled down her throat, she was relieved until she started to gag on the liquid. He laughed and ripped it out of her throat, allowing her to roll over to cough it out of her. Groaning, she curled back up, shivering and trying to figure out how she got into this mess in the first place. Unfortunately, her mind was muddled and she really had no idea what was going on anymore.

“..Please… please let me go…” Her voice was cracked and she was on the verge of completely breaking. Her eyes were constantly red from crying and puffy and she had long sense given up the hope of ever seeing her family again. Hell, she would gladly take a verbal berating from Jegun at the moment if it meant she would never have to be almost drowned again.

“I’ll stop as soon as you stop being so stubborn and realize that I’m all you have.” Benson crossed his arms against his chest before glancing down at his watch. “Let’s see, for the past five days, well, six days, we’ve been injecting you with a great deal of heroin. Enough that when I take it away, you’re going to really feel it this time. So, let’s see what happens.” He grinned widely at the look of terror that crossed her face.

As she came down from her high, Gabrielle ended up crouched over in the corner, throwing up into the trashcan. It was difficult to throw up while crying, but somehow the sixteen-year-old managed. In fact, she ended up puking so much that Benson wound up sending Bryson to the hospital to steal some iv tubing and bags of fluid so that she didn’t end up getting dehydrated. While she vomited, he inserted the iv needle into her arm and hooked up the tubing to the first bag, letting the specialized fluid flow into her blood stream. For a few minutes, he thought she might stop breathing, but somehow she managed to plow through it, though her breathing ended up being slow and labored for quite a while.

“So, Gabrielle.” Benson started, pausing until she shifted her gaze over towards him, not vomiting at that moment. “Have we learned a lesson yet?”

“…fuck OFF.” Gabrielle snarled, panting heavily before starting to throw up again. Her back arched in the process and she couldn’t help but groan. She had no idea how long it had been since she last had any heroin because she was in a constant state of deliriousness when she wasn’t overly drowsy. However, the drowsy sensation was leaving her and her body felt empty and no matter how much she tried to ignore it, she was already craving the drug. At first, she was able to push away the desire, especially since she was throwing up non-stop and extremely achy and nauseous, but now it was coming back hardcore.

“Rrrr… I want…” Gabrielle bit on her bottom lip, refusing to voice what her body was desiring.

“You want what?” Benson grinned, knowing exactly what she wanted.

“Nnn… nothing!” She snarled, spitting at Benson’s feet.

Grinning, Benson held out a needle already prepped with heroin, knowing that she would give in sooner or later. Waving it back it front in front of her face, he watched with glee as she followed it, no matter where he put it. He put it back down on a table beside him and knelt down in front of her, cupping her chin with his hand, squeezing hard enough to make her cry out in pain. His eyes narrowed and he pulled her forward until she was on her hands and knees in front of her.

“You are making this incredibly and unnecessarily difficult for you, Gabrielle.” Benson released her face and stepped back.

Whimpering, Gabrielle attempted to curl up only to have him force her into the kneeling position once again. Her entire body ached and she wanted to do nothing at that moment other than either get high or just die. She felt terrible and it was obvious that her body was not appreciating the lack of drugs in its system. The fact that she had never taken drugs before and really didn’t drink, this sensation was frightening to the teenager. She didn’t know what to do and since he kept her shackled up at all times, she knew she would never be able to escape. Not unless she lured him into a sense of falseness where he would let her be free, but that wasn’t likely. It didn’t help that her body was betraying her and the only thing she could think of was how high and free she felt while on the drug.

“Please… please give me more.” Gabrielle whined, staring up at him.

“More what?” Benson asked with a smirk, knowing he had her hook, line, and sinker.

“More of the heroin… please. I need it.” She whimpered, licking her dry lips.

“Hmm. What will you do for me if I give you more, Gabrielle?” He grinned even wider, looking at her like his prey.

“…anything you want. Please, I need it. Please.” She begged, scooting forward as far as she could in order to paw at him.

“Hmm. I don’t know. You’ve been pretty disobedient thus far. You have cost me a great deal of money and caused me to go to the hospital.” Benson tisked, stepping away from her, enjoying the looks crossing her face.

“P-please! I’ll do whatever you want! I… I’m sorry…! I… please!” She reached towards him, her body trembling in the process. She was quickly losing the battle.

“No.” Benson backhanded her across the face, his eyes narrowing towards her. “You don’t deserve it.”

Crumpling down, Gabrielle started to cry before grabbing the trashcan and throwing up again. After finishing her next round of dry heaves, she glanced back at Benson and was vaguely aware of her swelling cheek from where he hit her. She groaned and curled back up, growing exhausted once again. Benson grinned at her and walked over to her, dropping onto a knee in order to run his fingers through her hair.

“Ready to submit to me?” He asked softly, almost soothingly while running his fingers through her hair.

“…will you give me more if I do…?” she asked cautiously as he lulled her into a state of comfort.

“Yes.” He smiled, knowing he had almost broken her.

“…I submit to you then…” She whispered, unsure what that meant, but knowing it was said just to get more heroin.

“Good girl.” He kept sliding his fingers through her hair, watching as she drifted off to sleep, too exhausted to remain awake. Standing back up, he moved over to the table and started getting things together, knowing she wouldn’t remain asleep long. He had no intentions of giving her more heroin and knew this was going to be extremely rough on her, but it was one more way he had to control her.

She woke, unsure just how long it had been since she fell asleep. Her body felt terrible and the craving was still there, intense as hell. Groaning as she slid open her lavender eyes, Gabrielle looked around for Benson, spotting him sitting in the same place as always. He had a smug look upon his face and she ignored the urge to punch him in his haughty mouth. Instead, she just sat up, noting she was not chained up any longer. Shaking her head, the brunette ran a few fingers through her messy hair before swallowing hard, her throat extremely dry.

“…you said I could have more if I submitted to you… and I did…” She whined, crawling towards him slowly.

“Did I? Are you positive?” Benson grinned, watching her closely.

“Y-yes… you did!” She shouted, not understanding why he wasn’t doing like he said he would.

“I don’t believe I did. Can’t have you drugged up and pregnant, now can I? Better break you of the nasty habit now, Gabrielle.” Benson’s expression widened and he started to laugh at the look of disbelief on her face.

“WHAT?! YOU FUCKER!” Gabrielle snarled and lunged at Benson, ramming herself into him hard enough to know him and the chair over. Before she had a chance to do anything further, he had grabbed her by the throat and thanks to being so weak from the drug, there wasn’t much she could do. He wasn’t squeezing hard enough to choke her, but she got the point extremely quickly.

“Please… please give it to me. I’ll do anything for you, please just give it to me.” She begged, desperation taking over her common sense.

“No and you’re going to do anything I ask regardless because if you don’t, I’m going to make you regret it. Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you some eventually.” He dropped her back down to the ground, shoving a trashcan beside her.

Curling up, she started to cry, hating how shitty she felt at the moment and hating even more than he had her exactly where he wanted her. The chance that he might give her more despite what he said was enough to make her obedient, but the urge to flee was still prevalent in her mind. Grabbing the trashcan, she leaned over it, starting to throw up as her body continued to go into withdrawals. She was trapped between wanting the drug and wanting to go home to the bar and back to normalcy.

She had long sense lost track of time, her mind trapped between the need to have more of the drug he was keeping from her and the desire to get free and be far away from Benson’s sadistic mannerisms. Curling up into a tight ball, Gabrielle was grateful that the sick feeling was finally disappearing. Now she was just left with an empty sensation and depression. He hadn’t bothered her in a few days, though he remained around enough to make sure she ate and drank water, but other than that, there was no interaction between the two. He hadn’t shackled her back yet and her injuries had almost healed up, which was a blessing.

“Well, Gabrielle. I think it’s nearing time that we up and leave this planet, what do you say?” Benson walked over to where she was at and cupped her cheeks, squeezing the bones roughly while jerking her head up to look at him.

“…Why do you want to leave Terra?” She questioned, trying to keep from showing any enthusiasm at the prospect of being able to escape while they were heading to the Wing City port.

“Because my dear, even though it’s been two months, eventually someone will come looking for you and I just can’t have that. No, moving you off this wretched planet is the only way I can ensure that you’ll be mine forever.” Benson released her cheeks and pushed her down against the ground.

“…Oh…” Gabrielle slid towards the wall, curling herself up in a ball. She hadn’t even realized it had been that long since she was snatched by Li.

“Then, when you’re old enough, I am going to completely own you in all manners of the word.” Moving over to some equipment, he grabbed a knife and a small portable tattoo gun along with everything else that happened to go with. Kneeling down in front of her, he roughly flipped her onto her back and pinned her down with his knees tightly pressed against her right arm. With the knife, he carved in two large B’s into her upper right arm, taking the time to make sure both were the same size and very noticeable. Ignoring the screaming, he made sure she couldn’t move at all. Then, grabbing the tattoo gun, he put Property of just above the two B’s and drew an intricate lock and key just below the two letters.

“There, that’s better.” After finished, he moved backwards and put the cream on it before covering both areas up, nodding in satisfaction. “Now everyone will know you belong to me.” Benson grinned and moved back away from her.

“…or anyone else that has two B’s in their name… you dick…” She spat out, beginning to get her fiery attitude back.

Benson mused for a few minutes before dropping back down on top of her, pinning her arm again. He had put the B’s so that they were diagonal with each other, so, after removing the covering from them, he grabbed the knife and finished carving his whole name in, ignoring her thrashing and screaming. Once he had carved his entire name, he covered up the area again, ignoring that she had passed out due to the pain.

“You should be careful what you say, Gabrielle.” He slid to his feet and moved away to clean up his equipment. There was blood beneath her body from cutting into her flesh, but he really didn’t care. It was almost time for them to leave Terra and then no one would ever find her and she would be his forever.

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It took him quite a while, but Benson had found another way to get Gabrielle to cooperate with him so that he could take her into Wing City and to the SpacePort. Instead of hopping her up on heroin again, something she constantly begged for, he decided instead to brainwash her. It was a tedious task, one that he spent far too much time on, but the end product was very much worth it. He was left with an individual that was at his beck-in-call, one that didn’t remember anything of her past, and more importantly, one that was completely devoted to him only. It pleased him that he managed to break through her stubbornness, something that seemed impossible when she was first brought to him, but he somehow managed to do it. She didn’t do anything without his permission and the identity she used to have was now completely replaced with what he wanted her to be like.

“Hmmm, I think you’re finally ready to leave this place and go with me to another planet. Won’t that be fun?” Benson asked her, his fingers sliding through her brunette hair while she remained curled up at his feet.

“Yes, I want that because you want it.” Gabrielle responded softly, her body remaining absolutely still because he had told her to remain like that until he said otherwise.

Nodding in satisfaction, he slid to his feet and stepped over her, moving over to his bag of fun things. It took a minute or six of digging around to find what he wanted and after locating it, he grinned wide. Grabbing a silver collar with a lock on the back as well as a heart shape lock on the front to dress it up a little, he headed back over to Gabby, sitting down in his chair once again.

“Sit up.” Benson ordered and as soon as Gabrielle did as instructed, he slid the collar on over her neck, locking it around her throat. Swallowing the key, he patted her head before raising back up again.

“Get up and go shower and put on the clothing I have set out for you. We’re leaving today.” He ordered and sat back down. He had already showered and had his clothing in the trunk of the car that was waiting for him. Bryson had been giving specific instructions and had remained outside with the vehicle despite not wanting to.

Gabrielle nodded and slid to her feet, making her way to the back of the crypt where Benson had created a bathroom. She quickly took a shower, making sure to wash every inch of her body from head to toe before drying off and pulling on what he had selected for her. She was soon wearing a pair of dress pants, a red and black dress blouse, and black high-heel shoes. Beneath the outfit was a pair of undergarments and she made sure to fix her hair the way he liked it – a sophisticated up do as if she was a professional officer worker or something. Making her way back out to him, she walked with him outside and slid into the car while he sat beside her. Bryson drove the two out of the Dark Woods and into Wing City. It took quite a while, but they were soon at the Wing City Spaceport, walking through the crowd to find a ship that was taking civilians off of Terra.

Norrington was quite frankly bored out of his mind. And that meant his mind was wandering. Oh sure he already knew most of the ways out of the building by memory. If the feds caught wind of the shit they were pulling today it could be a disaster that could tear the building apart. Well, depending on Kyle. That fucker was a liability. The slave trade business was not one Norrington liked, not because of it being impractical or unprofitable, but because of how obvious it was. In comparison money laundering, robbery and murder were safe. Less loose ends. Less evidence.

Bo was on point outside watching the building with the trigger to call the entire operation off. It was a big step up of responsibility for the kit, and Norrington felt like she could handle it. Of course, it left him inside in civilian clothes completely unarmed and waiting for the truck to arrive. In a casual blue t-shirt and denim pants he sat waiting with ears up and alert as he occasionally took stock of his surroundings.

Benson steered her through the crowd, his eyes constantly roving to ensure that everything went as planned. There seemed to be a strange buzz throughout the port, but he knew it had nothing to do with what he was about to do. It surprised him that no one had come poking around for Gabby, but then on the other hand, they had been hidden in the graveyard for quite a long time. He figured that by now, everyone would just assume she was dead. The two of them passed the entrance that would take them into the Spaceport itself and he glanced towards a strange looking feline before shaking his head and guiding her inside.

“Come now, pet. We need to find a ship to take us off this wretched planet. Stay close to me and you will get a present when we land elsewhere.” Benson smiled and draped his arm around her waist, hugging her tightly against him.

Gabrielle remained tight against his body, her lavender eyes downcast towards the ground. She knew better than to misbehave and despite there being something familiar about the feline they passed on the way inside, she just pushed it out of her mind. As they walked, she sensed something else familiar or perhaps someone else familiar, but couldn’t figure out who or why. Her fingers remained flexed at her side and it wasn’t long before she had even forgotten what she had been focusing upon previously. She glanced around at the different people, wondering where they were heading before she peered briefly towards a male cat that was wearing a blue shirt and denim pants. Did animals wear clothing now? Confused, she started to ask Benson, but decided to keep her question to herself.