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      Published: 2018-01-24 Updated: 2018-03-30 Chapters: 3/? Words: 16709
****** Ha·bit·u·a·tion ******
by SynriLynn
Summary
     Sold to sex traffickers at a young age by her own father, Lucy is
     sent to into a foster home before being placed into a normal high
     school where she struggles to conform to what a normal life should be
     for a 16-year-old girl. Can some of Magnolia high's students help the
     blonde to adjust and show her what it means to be a normal teenager?
     Modern day AU. TRIGGER WARNINGS INSIDE!
***** Chapter 1 *****
Hello everyone! This is an idea I had for a new story. I wrote the first
chapter and figured I would post it and see how it went. If it gets a pretty
good response, I will continue this into a full blown multi-chapter story. If
you like it, go ahead and leave a review and let me know that you would like to
read more!
WARNING: Rated MA for Explicit Graphic Depictions of Violence, Graphic
Depiction of Rape/Non-Consensual Sex, Graphic Sex, Graphic Physical and Mental
Abuse, Mental Instability, Hints and Implications Toward Underage Non-
Consensual Sex, and Human Sex Trafficking of Minors. Please read at your own
discretion.
I do not own Fairy Tail; All major characters depicted in this fan-created
fiction story belong to Hiro Mashima.
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                                    SUMMARY
Sold to sex traffickers at a young age by her own father, Lucy is sent to into
a foster home before being placed into a normal high school where she struggles
to conform to what a normal life should be for a 16-year-old girl. Can some of
 Magnolia high's students help the blonde to adjust and show her what it means
       to be a normal teenager? Modern day AU. TRIGGER WARNINGS INSIDE!
===============================================================================
Fresh unshed tears welled up into the blonde girl's honey brown eyes as the
young child no older than twelve wandered the overly crowded mall that her
father had all but forced her to come to with him. The usually passive and cold
male had been all too eager to drag what he would consider his bratty daughter
along with him.
At the time, the child didn't understand why her usually bitter and distant
father had decided to take her out. Ever since her mother passed away, the male
had completely shunned her while throwing himself into his work, the young girl
had been certain the blonde haired man had forgotten he even had a daughter.
After all, sometimes days would go by without the man even checking on her to
see if she was okay.
The once strong and capable male she looked up to had turned into a shell of
his former self, closing himself off from the only remaining family that either
of them had left.
And it hurt.
It was almost as if the blonde had lost two parents the day her mother had
passed away instead of just one. If the girl was asked, she would say just
that. Her father hardly spoke to her unless it was to berate the blonde on
something she'd done wrong.
Eventually, his angry bellows had stopped altogether, leaving the blonde alone.
It was almost as if she didn't exist anymore.
The blonde girl stamped down her need to cry at the situation she was currently
in, after all, she was twelve now, She wasn't a little kid anymore and she was
positive she could easily find the main office by herself. If she was able to
do that, maybe security would be able to reach her father on his cell phone to
let him know where she was.
The blonde knew that even though he had been distant from her for the past two
years, her father would never leave her alone in a huge mall all by herself on
purpose, after all, he and her mother had been the ones to tell her that if she
was ever to become separated from either of them she should seek out help from
someone of authority, whether it be the owner, police or security.
The blonde could only hope that she hadn't angered her father by becoming lost,
while he was usually a patient man, that didn't mean that he had time to wait
around without getting somewhat agitated.
Lucy didn't get out of the house often, only when her mother took her with her
grocery shopping for the house. And she had only been to the mall once before
when she was maybe eight years old and always stayed by her mother's side. She
had never been lost before.
Lucy didn't recall wandering away too far from her father's hulking form, after
all, he was hard to miss in a crowd, especially when he put off a very
intimidating air around his presence. So how did she get lost in the first
place?
One minute her father was beside her, and the next he was gone.
The blonde wiped the tears that pooled at the corner of her eyes before they
could roll down her now pink cheeks. There was no need for her to cry, all she
had to do was find the security office, and that shouldn't be that hard, at
least the twelve-year-old hoped.
Lucy looked around, the blonde found it odd that none of the multitudes of
people had stopped to see if she needed help. They all seemed way to busy as
they buzzed by her without even chancing a small glance at the blonde who stood
glued to the floor while she tried to make sense of where to go.
She could only guess that it had a lot to do with her appearance. For being
only twelve years of age, the blonde was blessed as an early bloomer, giving
her the appearance of that of a well endowed preteen.
Through her tear induced blurred vision, Lucy didn't take notice of the one
adult that had seemingly started to follow her as she wandered the large
building while she searched for any indications on where the main office would
be.
It wasn't until the blonde turned to look back and see if maybe she missed any
sort of sign, did she notice the man. He walked up to slowly, an intimidating
presence seeming to follow the well-dressed gentleman.
For some reason, the young girl felt like she needed to run far away from this
male, but the thought slipped from her mind as fast as it had appeared when the
male stopped in front of her, his hand held out in front of him in a friendly
gesture.
"Hello, dear. You wouldn't happen to be Lucy, would you?" The blonde hesitated
before placing her hand on his, light her parents had taught her.
The older gentleman had a distinct long white beard that stopped just above the
waist of his tailored black suit. The most noticeable and odd feature of the
strange man was his eye patch that made his stand out in the crowd. Not many
people wore eye patches, at least that Lucy could recall.
Though he smiled at her, the blonde couldn't help but feel the gesture was
forced.
Who was this old guy?
"Yes, I am. How do you know my name?" The blonde retracted her palm from his
significantly larger hand. The loss of contact let the white haired man move
from his crouched position to stand at his full height once again.
"I am from the mall security. Your father has been looking for you. I've been
instructed to bring you back to him as soon as possible." A wave of relief
crash into the blonde's body while a genuine smile slipped across her small
face at the man's words.
Her father didn't forget about her, after all!
"Please allow me to show you the way back, Lucy, dear." The blonde bobbed her
head up and down enthusiastically in a show of understanding. The young girl
was sure relief was evident on her face as she followed the suited man without
another word, she didn't need any more convincing than that.
Lucy took in her surroundings, making sure not to get separated from the male
much like she did with her father. Crowds of people filed through the mall's
open floor plan, leaving hardly any room for error. If the blonde was so much
as to look away from the suited man, she might just lose him within the chaos
of the crowd, so the blonde kept her eyes trained on his back.
She couldn't afford to look away for even a second, that's probably how she got
in this situation in the first place.
Laughter and bits and pieces of difference conversations met her ears while she
waded through the crowd, the blonde only stopping when the male in front of her
did so.
The blonde came to stand just a little in front of him to get a better view of
where he had taken her. The blonde had been too busy looking at the door that
she didn't notice that the man had started to reach within his suit pocket.
"Okay Lucy, your father should be right beyond that door." The blonde looked at
the door with confusion, above the frame, it clearly said 'Exit'.
Surely this was some type of mistake, shouldn't it say Security or office? Why
would she need to leave the building?
But the blonde didn't have a second more to ponder on her confusion before the
door was pushed open and she was forced into the alleyway, a wet cloth came
around to cover her mouth just when she was about to let out a terrified
scream.
A muscular arm wrapped around her body, while the other kept the cloth over her
mouth firmly in place. The force of his hand on her face caused the blonde to
wince, surely he wasn't trying to break her nose as well?
The young girl tried to breathe, but from the force of his hand weighing down
on her face and the smell of chloroform as it choked the small blonde, she
wasn't getting enough oxygen.
She struggled against the man's hold while her eyes darted wildly around the
alley, taking note of another man snickering while the girl kicked the man
holding her, the action allowed her to free one of her hands.
She let her nails embed themselves deep within the flesh of the old man's hand
that was covering her mouth, causing an infuriated grunt ripe from the male's
mouth.
"The little brat too much for you to handle, Hade?" The cackle from the long
blonde haired male that had been standing against the wall of the alley had the
young girl whimpering from the volume of the annoying laugh.
The preteen's vision started to fade in and out while her ears started to
muffle all of the sounds around her until she could barely make out any words
her two kidnappers were saying.
"Silence Zancrow! Is the car close by?" The blonde felt her eyes droop while
she fought hard to breath against the soaked rag that was held against her
face. Her attacks wear becoming weaker and weaker by the second as the fight
all but left her body while sleep threatened to take hold of her consciousness.
"Right over there, boss man. Don't forget to give that bastard his dirty money
before we leave." Lucy opened her eyes just in time to see the long
haired young man gesture towards another part of the alley.
The blonde could barely make out the blurred form of a brown suit that she
knew.
"Fa…ther.."
That was all the blonde could whisper, though the word was muffled by the
soaked rag.
Then Lucy's world went black as she finally felt the effects of both the lack
of oxygen and chloroform take hold of her.
If the blonde had been able to hold out just a moment longer she would have
seen how the head of the Heartfilia household moved closer, but only when he
was sure the blonde in the older white haired male's arms had gone unconscious.
He didn't need the troublesome girl seeing him, that would only cause him
problems in the future.
Well if she had a future, that was.
Zancrow took the limp girl from Hades' arms while the older man turned towards
the blonde haired male in the brown suit before taking out a wad of cash from
his pocket.
"Just take her away. I can't stand to look at her face anymore. Do as you wish
with her, just keep my name out of anything to do with her." The stern blonde
accepted the cash from the older man. Not one regret on his passive face.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Heartfilia." The eye patched man all but
sneered at the blonde.
Precht may have been in this business by choice, but he would never understand
how a father was able to offer up his own daughter to the type of men that he
just did.
Sure the white haired man abducted many children himself, and bought other
children abducted from others if he felt that they looked like they would catch
him quite a few dollars of his own, but having a father release his own
daughter was still the purest evil he would see on his end of the business
trade.
After all, he didn't deal with the children, he just collected then dropped
them off. Even the white haired man didn't know what fate would have in store
for the children after he had finished dropping them off at the drop-off point,
nor did he care.
So many willing parents ready to sell their own flesh and blood just for a few
thousand dollars. It was disgraceful, but it's not like the old man could
judge.
Human nature was very cruel, indeed.
The old man turned to walk toward the car that his younger partner had already
deposited the twelve-year-old girl in. Precht glanced at Jude one last look
over hisshoulder, before he himself climbed into the car.
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When the blonde finally came to, she was bound and gagged in what she could
only assume was a vehicle.
A small whimper slipped from the blonde, her head was pounding while the feel
of her body bouncing as if she was in a car made her feel nauseous.
Lucy moved to sit up but found herself hitting her head from the fact movement,
letting her know that she was in a small confined space.
Anxiety slipped into her heart when she realized that not only was she
blindfolded, but she was gagged while her arms tied behind her back.
The blonde took in shallow breaths while she bounced as if the car had hit a
big pothole. Fear gripped her heart when she let out what she could only call a
pathetic sob around the gag that had been forced into her mouth.
The young girl pulled at her wrists, trying to loosen the knot that was digging
into her back.
What happened?
How did she get her?
The blonde felt tears pool in her eyes causing the liquid quickly dampened the
blindfold that was tied securely around her head when the memory of the old man
that had masqueraded as a security personnel.
He had pushed her into an alley and gagged her.
Was she being kidnapped?
The blonde gasped around her gag when she remembered the blurred vision of what
she thought was her father just when she was about to fall unconscious.
Did he try to save her from these evil men?
Is he okay?
The blonde couldn't help but cry for her father. Hoping that no harm had come
to him and he was able to call the police.
Hopefully law enforcement would be able to find her quickly so she could return
back home.
The blonde winced when her head was forcefully slammed against whatever she was
laying on when another bump caused her body to involuntarily jerk up then down
again.
Lucy tried to suck in another breath while the anxiety clawed its way into her
throat, making her feel like she was choking from the little oxygen she was
about to get from both her mouth and nose.
She was claustrophobic.
The feeling of being trapped almost too much for the child to bare as she
rolled from her back into her side before rubbing her mouth against the rough
carpeted ground in an attempt to remove the gag from her mouth.
If only she could just somehow breathe.
Without realizing it, the blonde started to scream when panic started to take
over and her involuntary fear started to shrink in around her.
She couldn't breathe..
Her throat felt dry and numb when it felt like her airway had decided to close
off on its own. Her body was on fire as she tried not to imagine her lungs
aflame from the neglect of precious air.
Lucy let out more, much louder whimpers and shrieks while using her bound
ankles to kick up on the roof of the trunk in hopes that whoever was taking her
wherever would hear her and help her.
Her wish was granted when the car come to a sudden halt causing her body to
jerk while slamming into another hard surface. Her back pressed into another
carpeted surface.
She was certain she was stuffed in a trunk now.
The blonde tried to take a deep breath when she felt cool air hit her skin when
the trunk latch popped open with a rusty groan. Even though she was
blindfolded, Lucy knew that someone was staring down at her.
The young girl let out another muffled scream, in hopes that whoever was above
her would have mercy and remove the gage so she could replenish her lungs
with much needed air.
However, luck was not in her favor, when she felt a hard force collide with her
cheek. The blonde let out a muffled scream when the burning sensation of being
slapped hit her nerves. Her tears cascaded down her face in renewed vigor when
the person that hit her cackled.
The blonde could feel every hair on her head being ripped from her scalp as the
man made a point to pull harder than needed to drag her body up before her face
was slammed into the musky smelling carpet of the trunk.
"Shut the fuck up you little brat. We paid good money for you, so be a good
girl and keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut." Honey brown eyes widened
beneath the blindfold when the stranger's words slowly registered in her mind.
Paid?
The blonde tired to voice her question but was silenced when another hard slap
was felt across her already stinging cheek. The pain from the man's forceful
hits had made the blonde forget all about her suffocating fit.
"It would do you well to learn to shut up now before we hand you over. If not,
you're never gonna make us any money." The blonde let out a silent sob while
her body violently shook. She didn't understand what the man meant.
"I guess now we know why your ol' man decided to sell your ass. You don't
listen worth shit you fuckin' brat!" The blonde felt another slap, this time to
the other cheek before she could feel the force of the trunk being shut with a
loud bang.
The blonde was stunned into silence.
Her father… He wasn't there to save her..
He let them take her..
The blonde's body shook violently. Her own father, the only remaining family
member that she had left- He didn't want her..
Her would rather sell her off to the highest bidder than deal with her anymore?
Was she really that horrible of a daughter?
What had she done to deserve this fate?
The twelve-year-old girl found herself curling in on herself the best that she
could in the small space that she had.
This pain- It was too intense for her. She felt betrayed- by her own father no
less. Wasn't a father supposed to protect his daughter from these types of
people that had her now?
Then why?
If that was a father's job, then why was this happening to her now? Why had she
been handed over to two complete strangers to be treated with such cruelty?
The preteen's still learning mind hurt from both the physical and mental
anguish of the situation.
Lucy could help herself from the thought before it rushed through her mind like
a tidal wave. She wanted her mother back.
If Layla Heatifilia was still alive none of this ever would have happened.
Her mother cared about what happened to Lucy, she would have never let this
happen to her own daughter.
Her own flesh and blood.
Lucy couldn't help but wonder how long her father had this planned?
How many times did she wake up and eat breakfast at a silent table with him
with that awful man having his plan in the works without her even knowing?
Days?
Weeks?
Months?
A year?
Tears ran freely down the twelve-year old's face before exhaustion or anguish
finally made the girl succumb to the darkness while she wept in her sleep.
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"Wake up, little shit." Lucy was violently shaken from her slumber, her eyes
opening only when she felt her young body collide onto a rock hard surface
before the blindfold was ripped from her red-rimmed eyed.
The blonde blinked when harsh rays of light blinded the blonde after being
stuck in the darkness for so long. She rapidly opened and closed her chocolate
orbs, trying to adjust to the harsh brightness.
Next, her gag was forcefully removed, much to the relief of the young girl.
She could finally breathe again.
When Lucy was finally able to make out more than just random blurs of color,
she looked around. The blonde's eyes scanned over the large expanse of the room
before falling her two captives while they spoke.
"Alright, I've done my part. See ya 'round, Madam Ultear." Lucy's eyes looked
back to the male who had slapped her around while she was still in the trunk.
His long blonde hair was unkempt as it fell down his back in large tuffs.
"Well done. Let Hades know that his payment is being transferred as we speak."
Lucy's eyes widened when her eyes landed on an older woman with long black hair
pulled back from her face. Her eyes were downcast toward the cell phone in her
hands.
Lucy zoned in on the older woman's face, noticing at how much make up the woman
wore. The cosmetic products were thick upon every inch of her face. Though even
with all the dramatic makeup, Lucy could tell that if she hadn't been wearing
any, she would still be gorgeous.
The blonde male only cackled while waving his hand over his shoulder as he
walked out the front door. The blonde followed him out before the door slammed
back into its original closed position. The door had too many locks for a
normal house.
"Hello, little girl. From this day forward, you will call me Madam." Lucy
shrunk back from the older woman who was dressed in what looked to be a velvet
robe. The blonde shook when the woman leaned back away from her, a frown
evident on the woman's face.
"Girl, what is your name?" Lucy eyed the woman, hesitating while she wondered
if telling this woman her name would be a wise decision. However, before Lucy
could think any more on the subject, the older woman had reached out and
slapped her across the face. The sting causing the blonde to let out a small
shriek of surprise as the pain shot through her body.
"You will do well to answer when your madam speaks to you, brat! Do not make me
wait for an answer." Lucy coward in fear when the woman's voice rose to a high
pitched yell.
"Lu.. Lola. My name is Lola." The blonde felt a tear slip past her closed
eyelids in fear of being struck once again if the ebony haired woman knew that
she was lying about her real name. She had been smacked around so much today
already.
"Lola. I see. Well, from this day on your name will be Ashley. Forget the name
Lola, wipe it from your mind completely. Do you understand me?" Lucy could only
shake her head in a silent nod.
It didn't even matter that she had given the woman a fake name.
Lucy watched the woman turn her back to her while walking into another room,
most likely expecting the blonde to follow. Her suspicions rang true when the
ebony haired woman's voice drifted through the room
"Now, rise to your feet Ashley. It's time for you to get to work."
Silent tears fell down her wide brown eyes while she tried to stand on her weak
legs while wobbling to follow after the older woman. Her head was pounding and
her stomach churned within her body as hunger started to set in.
She hadn't eaten since breakfast time. But it looked like she shouldn't expect
food anytime soon.
***** Chapter Two *****
 WARNING:   Please do not read if you are disturbed by the following themes;
Mentions of Child Nudity, Implied Sexual Acts with a Child, Sexual Acts
Preformed by a Child, Torture of Children, Exploitation of Children, Non-
Consensual Sex and/or Sex Acts Involving Children
This chapter was extremely hard for me to type out. This will probably be the
only chapter like this in the story. I feel it needed to happen to convey the
type of relationships and situations Lucy had within the brothel life. These
experiences will stay with her even when she makes it out, so I needed a
foundation to start with. I'm very sorry if this disturbs some readers, it
disturbed me as well. I have warnings in place for a reason, the last thing I
want to do if bring on bad memories if this is something someone has
experienced or has had a similar situation happen to them.
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Chapter 2
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One year and three months later
"Ashley, get the hell over here you little slut." The now platinum blonde young
girl scrambled to her feet when the lengthy ebony haired woman made an
appearance at the top of the staircase in her usual silky velvet dress and
robes.
When the young girl was first brought to the makeshift brothel in god knows
where, Lucy's golden locks had been bleached a stark pale blonde- almost white
as all the golden hues were stripped from her hair.
The blonde could only guess it would be a new look to go with her new identity,
after all, they needed to make her look somewhat different just in case someone
was to notice she was the once young daughter of the Heartfilia household.
"Coming Madam!" The honey brown eyed ascended the stairs in such a rush to keep
from incurring the wrath of the older woman that she tripped, sending her to
her knee right on the sharp corner of the wooden step.
Lucy winced when she felt a pain in her knee as her leg scrapped against the
old dilapidating wood of the set of steps leading up to the main part of the
house.
Fear filtered across the young girl's face when the ebony haired lady all but
growled at the clumsy platinum haired child. Lucy really didn't want to be
beaten around today.
Even though no one else knew it- it was her thirteenth Birthday.
"I swear, for being the most requested whore, you have to be the most graceless
little shit here. Pick yourself up, you have a client waiting." The blonde
visibly paled at the mention of yet another client for her today. This would be
her 14th and it most certainly wasn't even well into the evening yet.
The young girl picked herself up, ignoring her still throbbing core while her
thighs quaked from her earlier client's abuse.
Her injury all but a memory as she slowly walked up the remaining stairs to
reach the top only to be grabbed on the upper arm by the ebony haired woman
with more force than needed for the small girl.
"You will be a good little tramp for this client. You do whatever he wants, is
that understood?" The platinum blonde child nodded her head in silence.
However, the silent gesture was not good enough confirmation for the onyx-
haired Madam.
Before the little girl knew it she was forced to the ground by a powerful
backhand to her cheek. The malice in the older woman's eyes had the terrified
child shrinking in on herself.
"I.. I understand, Madam. I will be on my best behavior." The small blonde
whimpered out while she held her now stinging cheek.
Birthday or not, Lucy just wanted this day to be over. It would seem that it
really wouldn't matter if it was the day of her birth.
It was just another day to earn her keep at the madam's whore house.
Just another day of slutting herself out, as some of the other girls would call
it.
"That's better. If I so much as hear that your performance was anything less
than excellent I will personally see to your punishment." The platinum blonde
felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead while ice shot through her spine
when she remembered the last punishment she had endured at the hand of the
brothel's strict madam.
"Yes, madam." The terrified brown eyed girl limped beside the older woman who
took her into the room all the servicing girls called the changing room.
The child watched as the Madam pulled out a too small pink corset with matching
crotchless panties.
The blonde was ordered to strip from her oversized male t-shirt before the
ebony haired woman moved to strap the too tight corset over the front the naked
girl's chest. The older woman moved behind the smaller female to lace up the
lingerie before making the child put on the panties herself. Lucy grimaced at
the skimpy fabric of the work uniform that barely covered her still developing
body.
The platinum-haired girl was barely able to keep from tripping when the long-
haired Madam grabbed her upper arm and forced her to walk with her outside of
the room and up the stairs to the second story. Lucy winced when she felt her
foot slip from one of the steps while trying to keep up with her Madam's fast
pace.
"If you weren't such a good source of income, I would have sold your clumsy ass
already." The older woman sneered at the frail young girl.
It was true; Lucy was the most requested girl. With her porcelain skin, big
honey-hued doe eyes, blonde hair and her beyond-her-years voluptuous feminine
features- the little girl was no doubt a gold mine when it came to the sick
pedophiles that slinked themselves into the illegal brothel to sink themselves
into the little girl.
"Remember what I told you, Ashley." The little blonde shook from the underlying
threat in the Madam's voice before they came to stand outside of the door that
the girl knew currently accommodated her next client.
The little girl steeled her body, stopping her almost involuntary quivering
while she ignored the soreness in between her small thighs.
"Yes, Madam. I will be a good girl." The blonde swallowed the lump that had
formed in her throat while the older woman put on a fake sickly sweet smile
before swinging the door open to reveal the huge brute of a man that was
waiting inside the room.
The small blonde inwardly cringed at the brawny male. She had hoped, for her
sake that her next client would be smaller than the mammoth sized male placed
in front of her.
She probably wouldn't be able to make it out of the room on her own after he's
finished with her.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. As you requested, this is our sweet little
whore, Ashley. I hope she is to your liking." And with that, the older woman
walked out and shut the door, leaving the small blonde alone with the beefy
brute in the room, behind closed doors.
No matter how many times Lucy had been put in this situation before, the
platinum blonde couldn't help the bile and anxiety from rising to her throat,
especially when it was a new client she had never serviced before.
She didn't know how this first encounter was going to go, he might be the type
of man that liked to smack her around before taking her or he might be the type
that liked to tie her to the bed. The little blonde didn't know what awaited
her with this huge behemoth of a male before her.
 WARNING:   Please do not read the following text if you are disturbed by the
following themes; Mentions of Child Nudity, Implied Sexual Acts with a Child,
Sexual Acts Preformed by a Child, Torture of Children, Exploitation of
Children, Non-Consensual Sex and/or Sex Acts Involving Children
"Come here, sweetheart." The large man beckoned the still trembling blonde,
though she didn't want to, her body obeyed. Her tight bodice cutting into her
delicate skin as the boning pressed harder on her sides when she sat on the
man's thigh, where he had motioned for her.
The blonde remained silent, she knew better than to speak before she was spoken
to. Some men didn't want to hear her talk, only her screams while she lay
beneath them.
Some liked for her to beg for more, and others liked for her to beg them to
stop. That request was always easily satisfied
She always wanted them to stop.
"You may call me daddy, sweetheart. I won't hurt you, I just want to satisfy
one of my darkest wishes. You'll let daddy do that, won't you?" The blonde felt
the man's large calloused hands moved from her arm and down to stroke her
exposed thigh.
"Ye.. Yes, daddy. You may do what you want with me." The little blonde shook
when the stubble of his slow-growing beard and the hairs of his mustache moved
against her while the humidity of his breath clung to the skin of her neck when
he whispered into her ear.
"What a good little girl you are, Ashley." The platinum blonde felt her legs
being spread apart by the pedophile's large hands while the little girl tried
to take inconspicuous deep calming breaths.
She should be used to these types of touches by now, but she didn't think she
would ever get used to the feeling of anxiety squeezing against her heart.
"Thank you, daddy." The blonde let her honey-hued eyes follow the huge man's
fingers as they trailed up her premature body before resting on the straps that
cling to her shoulders. The small girl released a whimper when his hands moved
once again to her back to pull at the strings that held her corset in place.
Lucy couldn't help but wonder why her own father had subjected her to a life of
sexual servitude at the hands of strangers.
All these strangers always told her how much of a good girl she was for them.
Was she not a good girl for him?
The blonde was brought out of her thoughts when she felt her corset loosen from
her small form, the girl took in a deeper breath, thankful to have the too
small clothes off her body, as twisted as it sounded.
The Madam always had her in smaller clothes because not only did they
accentuate her more developed body, but it saved her money on buying larger
clothes for her since all of the other girls were smaller than the blonde even
though they were all close in age.
The preteen shivered when cool air met her still developing bare breasts,
surprise leaving the girl in a form of a whimper.
She felt sick. Lucy didn't want this.
She would be a good girl for him if her father would just take her away from
this place. She didn't want to do such dirty things to complete strangers
anymore.
She felt filthy.
"Ashley, sweetheart. You are so beautiful. Please, tell Daddy you love him."
The girl shivered at the males panting needy request.
So he was one of those men.The type that needed unhealthy love from a child.
"I..I love you, daddy." The blonde let her big honey colored orbs move from the
ground and up to the male's eyes, they were gazed over while his hands slipped
from her back to cup her still budding perky breasts. The girl let out a gasp
of surprise at the sudden contact of his callus hands while his fingers teased
the small buds.
Bile rose in the young girl's mouth when she felt her body reacting to the
large brute's contact involuntarily.
She hated this.
The blonde child couldn't understand why it felt so good, even though she felt
ill from the older men's touches.
Lucy was always a mix of confusion at the feelings she acknowledged with her
clients.
The blonde was sheltered all her life leading up to her 'kidnapping'. She never
knew the pleasures a man could have with a woman or for that matter, the type
of twisted unwanted pleasure a man could cause within a little girl.
The blonde never learned anything so provocative, it wasn't until her first
client at the brothel did she learn of the relations between a male and a
female.
Lucy closed her eyes while the huge male moved her onto her back before he
pressed her into the bed. It was time for the sick man now lingering above her
to have his way with her.
"You're going to make daddy feel good, right sweetheart?" His deep groan had
the girl shivering.
"If that's what you want, daddy. Just.. Please be gentle." The small blonde let
the last sentence flow from her lips like a rehearsed hymn. Sometimes the
request went answered and others she had received punishment for the innocent
line.
"I don't think I can do that sweetie." The blonde clenched her eyes when the
male placed a kiss on her now exposed tummy, rousing the butterflies' living
there-Well that's what she liked to call it anyways.
The small girl let her mind wander while she tried to block out the
ministrations of the male above her. She didn't want to feel him touching her
body, the blonde would much rather retreat into her mind.
She would speak if spoken to, she would do what is told of her, but other than
that, the little girl had shrunk into herself.
The vague feeling of something firm and lengthy pressing against her small
thigh had the blonde release a gasp at the size of the man.
A small whimper left the girl before she let her mind wander to better days and
sweeter memories, just as the man removed her undergarments.
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The small blonde had been correct in assuming that she wouldn't be able to move
when the brute of a man had been finished with her.
Her poor core was weeping while the pain of his engorged member had her
practically screaming in agony, much to the older man's delight it had seemed.
Lucy whimpered while she covered herself with the soiled sheets that had
previously been on the bed. She was not allowed to leave the room until the
Madam came to retrieve her after dealing with the now satisfied client.
The blonde wiped at her throbbing genitalia, wincing when a burning sensation
was felt. She ran the sheet across her swollen slit, hoping to remove the
remnants of the male that had been so intimately inside her.
She could feel the warning signed of bruises forming under the porcelain skin
of both her thighs and arms where the man had gripped her body mercilessly to
hold her in place.
The door swung open with a loud bang as the wood met the wall. A smirk adorned
the older woman's eyes before flashing to the crumpled blonde still on the bed.
"Looks like you earned yourself another regular, Ashley." The black haired
woman cackled at the broken blonde while she moved further into the room to
lift the little girl from the bed, sheets and all.
The child was thankful that the usual foul mood of the older woman had all but
vanished enough for her to assist her back into the basement.
Because Lucy knew for a fact she wouldn't be able to walk for at least the rest
of the day.
The walk back to the basement was uncomfortable; every step the raven-haired
woman took made the blonde wince from the abuse to her now swollen young
womanhood.
Once back in the basement, the Madam deposited the blonde child onto her cot
rather roughly before gazing at the now weeping girl.
"That was your last client request for the day. You are excused from line up
for the rest of the evening. Rest well because tomorrow you have double the
amount of bookings." The older women regarded the other girls with a sneer
before walking up the stairs to shut and lock the door from the outside,
leaving the young girls to themselves.
"Are you okay, Ashley?" Brown orbs moved from staring at the floor to regard
the concerned gaze of the pink haired girl staring back at her. Lucy didn't
know what the girl's real name was, but then again, neither did she.
Madam Ultear had found the pinkette wandering the streets and brought her to
the brothel and named her, herself.
"I'm fine, Meredy. The man was just a lot bigger than I'm used to." The blonde
recognized the sympathy in the girl's emerald eyes.
All the girls all were subject to the same abuse, but Lucy received the worst
of it. Her doll-like features made her more desirable to the sick twisted men
who used them to fulfill their disgusting desires.
"I'm sorry. I can get you some water if you want." The blonde thanked the pink
haired girl before pulling out her spiral notebook from under her sheets.
The girls were never allowed to have journals, but that didn't stop them from
sneaking them from the Madam's office when they had the chance. If any of them
were ever caught with the bound pages they would be punished for sure.
The platinum blonde preteen flipped through the dirty pages wondering if she
should describe her encounter with the well-endowed male while it was still
fresh in her mind, though the thought slipped from her mind as fast as it came
when the emerald-eyed girl returned with a dirty glass of water.
"Thank you, Mer."The girl gulped the liquid contents down, scrunching her nose
at the gritty texture of the dirt that had been mixed in.
What she would give for a clear clean glass of water.
The blonde put the glass down beside her cot before picking up her notebook
again. Without thinking the girl flipped to the very first page to read the
scribbled writing.
April X779
A nice girl named Meredy found a couple of journals today. I was told if I get
caught with it I am going to be in so much trouble. Even so, I can't help but
feel excited that I can write in something again. I have only been here for I
think 3 days. Nothing too horrible has happened to me yet, but all the girls
tell me it will soon.
May X779
Today I cried a lot. Madam had a doctor come into the basement to 'check' us
out. I've never been so scared in my life. I screamed and screamed and hoped
someone would help me but all of the girls, even Meredy, just watched as I was
tied down and something was shoved up in me. It was so painful. I had no idea
what was happening. The doctor hit me a lot. He told me I wasn't being a good
girl so he stuck me with a needle then I don't remember anything.
Lucy felt hot tears well up in her eyes before skipping to yet another entry.
June X779
Today I learned what a penis is. I don't really know how I feel about it. It
looked kind of gross, and when I said that out loud I got hit in the face by
the man who showed it to me. I don't understand honestly. It looked nasty. He
tried to get me to open my mouth but I bit him on his hand. He didn't like that
so he grabbed me by my hair. I screamed and screamed until Madam came into the
room. I thought she was going to make the man leave but she hit me really hard
and told me to listen to him. I cried while she grabbed my face and forced me
to put the man's penis in my mouth.
I threw up and all I remember was being thrown into a wall before blacking out.
The blonde shook her head while trying to wipe away the now flowing salty
liquid from her face. She had been so naïve. So innocent then.
July X779
Today they held me down against my will and drugged me with something. I felt
so tired and strange after. I remember seeing a man above me while pain seemed
to cover my whole body. My eyes were so heavy and I felt like I was floating,
but even so, I just seem to remember being in a lot of pain. I think I might
have blacked out because when I woke up my legs and stuff was covered in blood
and it hurt to move. I cried there not understanding anything until someone
came and got me and made me take a cold bath.
Lucy remembered this entry. It was the loss of her innocence.
At that time, Lucy had no clue what had been happening to her. Now, of course,
she was no stranger to the pains of intercourse. She knew what to expect and
she didn't have to be drugged to get through a session anymore. That might be
why men request her more often now.
August X779
I got beaten again today. Some of the men like to be really mean to me. I
opened my mouth as wide as I could, why didn't he understand that? I tried the
best that I could to put it all the way in my mouth but he was too big, licking
was all I was able to do. One guy threw me on the ground and started to shove
it into my mouth. I started crying because I wasn't able to breathe. I think he
liked it though because it didn't take him too long to finish. I threw up
after.
The blonde sniffled. Her abuse looked so horrific on paper.
September X779
Today was checkup day. I must not have done too well because as soon as I peed
a stick that they gave me, they rushed me into another room where they stuck
something inside me. I think they were torturing me because it felt even worst
then having a penis inside me. They taped my mouth so I wouldn't scream. I
guess they knew I was loud so they thought ahead. When I got too loud they just
stuck me with a needle in my arm until I didn't feel anything.
This entry hurt the most. It wasn't until Meredy had gone through the same
thing a few months later did the platinum blonde haired girl understand what
they did to her. Had she really been so sheltered from the world that she
didn't even know what a pregnancy test was?
October X779
After checkup day I wasn't supposed to have any visitors, but I guess it wasn't
that bad because I still serviced 8 men today. It hurt so much that madam stuck
me with a needle to drug me just so I could get done with 8. She wanted me to
do more, but at least Meredy was able to talk her into using her instead. I
cried because she's too sweet for me to even write about. I'm still bleeding
really bad. I hope it stops soon.
November X779
I can't feel my feet, it's so cold that I think if I fall asleep I might not
wake up again. Today I was forced to shove a penis up inside my butt. It hurt
so bad that I couldn't stop crying. I bled a lot, I thought that I might die
from that. I hurt so bad and my body feels so tired. I hope I can stay awake a
little longer.
Lucy remembered this entry. The madam didn't have heat in the basement and all
had to use as blankets were old dirty thin sheets. How cruel of Madam Ultear to
just let them freeze. The only heat they got during the winter was when they
were up in the house servicing men.
December X779
Madam Ultear told me that I am the favorite girl of her clients today. I don't
know if I like the sound of that. I want to be left alone but I think now I am
going to end up with more men than the other girls. It's not fair. Why me?
Lucy sniffled while she blinked her eyes, deciding that was enough of that, the
blonde flipped to the back where there were still ink free pages before she set
to writing about her day.
July X780
It's my birthday today. I'm 13 now.. and today, I took the biggest dick I have
ever seen. It hurt so much that Madam had to carry me back to the basement. I
want to go home.
The blonde felt the pen slip from her hands while fresh tears slipped onto the
page she had been looking at. Tears flowed while a whimper left the young
girl's lips.
Why had she been fated to such a cruel life?
The blonde's body throbbed while her womanhood pulsed from the abuse it had
endured while she moved to lay on her cot before returning the notebook to its
original hiding place.
Reading her old handwriting had the blonde crying in her arms while she lay on
her stomach.
None of the other girls moved to console her, after all, there was nothing they
could do. They had all been in the blonde's place at one point in time and they
couldn't offer any words of encouragement because things don't get better. They
keep going through a constant whirlwind of never-ending pain, depression, and
loneliness.
Here, things do not get better. They either stay the same or get worse.
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Three years later. March X783.
Long golden blonde hair that faded into pale ended tips pooled on the bed
beneath the now panting young teen. Over the course of three years, Madam
Ultear had stopped bleaching the girl's hair seeing it as an unnecessary
expense.
The negligence of keeping the blonde's identity a secret had worked out in the
Madam's favor for Lucy's natural golden hued locks proved to be an even bigger
turn on for the pedophiles that bedded her.
The teen let out a small breath, that was her last appointment of the day and
she was completely drained.
"Thank you, gorgeous. I will see you again in a few weeks." The blonde let out
a small whimper, just like her currently client liked her to. This particular
man liked the blonde to remain submissive and fearful until he left from her
presence. She should know, after all- he's been coming to her at least twice a
month almost religiously since she was brought to the brothel four years ago.
The blonde waited anxiously for the slender male to button up his brown slacks
before turning to give her a kiss on the cheek. The girl inwardly gagged at the
man's breath. The humid air was tainted with the smoky smell of cigars.
Lucy let out a visible heavy sigh of relief once the door finally closed behind
the haphazardly dressed man as he left the room. The blonde kicked her legs
over the bed before pushing her body up to stretch the somewhat sore muscles of
her back.
The young woman didn't even try to cover her body when the door swung open not
even a minute after the male had left. The blonde took in the stoic face of her
madam standing in the doorway.
She was obviously there to escort the honey-eyed girl to the basement once
again. The blonde almost rolled her eyes. She knew the way to the dingy
dungeon. She didn't need a chaperon 40 times a day, it's not like she had
anywhere to run to.
"Well done, Ashley. Another satisfied client. You have one more before the day
is through. Move into the room next door." The blonde looked at the long ebony
haired woman as she gestured to the room on the left. The teen gave the woman a
perplexed look, the client that just left should have been her last appointment
of the day.
"Madam, please forgive me, but I thought I was already done." The blonde
flinched away when the woman's hard glare was pinned on her naked form.
"Do not question me, little whore!" Lucy braced herself for the backhand she
knew was coming, she just hadn't expected the additional slap on the ass to get
her moving. The blonde wasn't even able to pick up her 'uniform' before being
rushed to stand in front of the door of the room on the left.
Hopefully, her new client liked a sticky, naked girl instead of a freshly
cleaned sexily dressed one. A small grin slipped on the blonde's face at the
thought.
The blonde still holding her pained cheek opened the door to the room before
stepping inside and shutting the wood back into place
The honey-eyed teen took in the sight of the man leaning against the wall, His
light blue eyes down cast, just like they always were when she would enter the
room. His rusty brown hair was slicked back away from his face while he
remained motionless against the white paint of the wall.
Lucy silently walked over to the bed before moving to lift the heavy comforter
from its original place to wrap the weighty fabric around her naked frame, just
like he had instructed her to do time and time again.
The long blonde haired teen had never really understood what this man wanted
when he would visit he, especially since he never even touched her. Most of the
men that came to her were for their sick and twisted desires to torture or
defile a child.
This man, however, didn't want that. He only liked to converse with her.
Something the madam told her she was never allowed to do with a client.
But after seeing the man at least one time a week for almost 3 months now, and
sitting in silence together, she finally started to relent to some of his
questions.
The questions weren't anything horrible or perverted. He never inquired about
if she had a real name, and never did he ask her how she ended up in the
brothel in the first place. Most of the time, he just asked her questions about
how she felt that day.
He wanted to know if she was happy, or if she ever dreamed of a different life.
A better life.
He was different. Lucy had never been touched by this man, even though the
first couple of times she had tried to coax him into bed with her, because
that's all she knew.
She was taught from a young age to bed the man, let him do what he wants with
you, be what he desires, scream if that's what they want, call them master,
daddy or whatever ridiculous name they wanted to be called.
Her purpose was to fulfill the desires of the men that came to her. If she
didn't she would be reprimanded, shamed and even hazed by not only the Madam,
but some of the other girls as well.
Just because she was the most desired whore, didn't mean she was the Madam's
favorite, after all. Most of the time, Lucy's punishments were far more severe
than any other the other girls.
But this man?
He wanted nothing to do with her body. He even made her cover up every single
time they were in the room together.
"When is the last time you wore normal clothes that were your own?" The
question was odd, but the young teen answered it regardless.
It didn't seem like a harmful question.
"I think almost four years ago." The blonde whispered. If the Madam heard them
talking, she would no doubt suspect something was suspicious, which it did seem
that way when a man comes to an illegal underage brothel and doesn't want to
fuck the children.
The blonde winced at the thought, how is that wrong? It seems like that would
be normal.
Then again, the blonde really wasn't sure if she knew if she could dictate what
would be considered normal.
Even before she was kidnapped and brought to the brothel, her father was hardly
a father. She didn't have the picture-perfect family, even when her mother was
still alive.
But at least her mom loved her- at least she had cared about what happened to
her.
"Do you know how long it has been since I first started to visit you?" Honey
eyes blinked when the man's voice bounced off the white of the walls.
What an odd question.
"About 3 months, I think." The blonde always left her answers short and sweet
and never asked the male any questions, no matter how much she may have wanted
to.
She had never been allowed to ask any of her clients questions and even though
this was an extremely peculiar client, she wouldn't risk being punished no
matter how much she wanted to sate her need for answers from the large built
man in front of her.
"Do you remember what I told you the first time I was here?" The blonde thought
back to the first time she had met the man still leaning against the wall. She
had tried so hard to please him, but all he wanted from her was to sit on the
bed and cover her body.
The young teen had been so anxious about leaving the rusty colored haired man
unfulfilled when it was his time to leave that she had practically begged the
male to let her service him.
The thought made the blonde shudder, she must have looked like some crazed sex
fiend the way she had pleaded. Lucy would like to think that it wasn't entirely
her fault. She had been groomed since the very first day she arrived here to
please a man and she didn't want to be penalized by the Madam for not
fulfilling her duties.
Lucy let her mind think back to the first day of his arrival. He had promised
her that he wouldn't touch her and that all he wanted from her was
conversations, but she had to keep them from her Madam at all costs. In
exchange for her cooperation, he would bring her food and let her enjoy her
time away from the basement in peace.
She had eagerly obeyed the blue-eyed man, after all- if that was his request,
she couldn't deny him and she got something out of it as well.
The man had brought her so many tasty candies and yummy sweets over the course
of his appointments that she had actually hoped he would start coming to the
brothel more often.
"Yes. I remember." The blonde looked at the man once again before wrapping the
blanket around her still naked body tighter.
"You haven't told anyone about our conversations, have you, kiddo?" The blonde
quickly shook her head from side to side. She didn't know this man but for only
an hour every week, but she didn't want to make him mad at her.
He was the only client that didn't abuse or use her in some way.
"Good girl. Now, I need you to listen to me very carefully, kiddo. This is very
important." The blonde shrunk back at the authoritative tenor of the male's
voice. She knew that whatever he was about to say was going to be bad. She knew
that tone. It either meant she was in trouble or about to get abused.
But regardless the blonde bobbed her head up and down, a silent indication that
she was listening.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I am here today instead of my usual appointment
time. Well, the reason for that is because I wanted to let you know that my
team and I finally got the approval we needed to raid this place." The blonde
girl didn't have a clue what the blue-eyed man was talking about.
As if seeing the confusion on her face, the rusty-haired male let out a booming
laugh.
"In just one more minute, my team will be busting through the front door. You
and the other kiddos will be free from this life of servitude, Ashley." The
naked blonde haired girl felt tears descending down her face when not even a
second later the sounds of a loud bang and yelling met her ears.
The young teen could only stare dumbfounded at the grinning face of the burnt
orange-haired man in front of her.
"Happy freedom day, Ashley." The blonde sniffled when the male moved to pat her
on the head, the teen jumped slightly at first contact he ever initiated with
her.
"L..Lucy. My real name is Lucy." The blonde looked up at the rusty-haired male
with a watery smile. This was too good to be true. Lucy couldn't help but think
that she was dreaming.
"Well nice to meet you, Lucy. You can call me Detective Clive. It's because of
you that we were able to gather up all the evidence we needed to shut this
place down once and for all." The male grinned down at the now red-rimmed puffy
eyed blonde as she openly sobbed while gripping the blanket around her body for
dear life.
"I guess I should go lend them a hand. You stay put for now, either I or
someone else will come get you here shortly once everyone else has been taken
care of." The blonde only nodded her head slowly while she watched her savior
exit the room.
Male cusses and feminine screams filled the air as multiple pedophiles and the
Madam of the brothel were subdued then arrested.
Shortly after the chaos had calmed down, true to Detective Clive's words, Lucy
and the girls were round up to be taken to hospitals to be screened for the
next phase of being placed into facilities or foster care systems across the
continent.
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The blonde haired girl firmly grasped the fabric between her legs while she sat
in the office chair across from the strangers sitting in front of her.
After Detective Clive rescued her from the brothel, she was separated from the
other girls of the house, including Meredy. Each young teen was sent to
different cities and put into various rehabilitation programs throughout Fiore.
Lucy was sent to a town called Magnolia to be placed in a rehabilitation center
for abused and neglected children where she began counseling and interviews
with authorities about her time in the brothel.
Most days in the rehab center the blonde chose to remain unresponsive. She
desperately wanted to rid herself of the memories of that horrid house, but all
the personnel wanted to do was keep ripping apart the remaining parts of her
abused psyche. They wanted to delve deeper and deeper into her exploitation and
reveal the true horrors of her time within the Madam's clutches.
It wasn't until one month after her rescue she finally relented and told the
personnel everything they wanted to know. The blonde had put on the face of the
girl that had spent four years in the brothel, she reconnected with the young
girl who had lost her innocence too early and played the part of the victim
when she recounted all the pain and suffering she went through at such a tender
age.
She reluctantly handed over the dirty notebook she had managed to grab when the
time came for her to leave the house she had called home for four years of her
childhood, or what remained of it.
The staff made copies of every single page to store away within the blonde's
steadily growing evaluation folder file before giving back the only thing that
was without a doubt hers.
The memories written within that faded and torn notebook were repulsing, but
they were the only thing she had left to remember her innocence by. When she
reread over the first few entries she felt like she had somehow obtained a
piece of herself that was stolen away. She could imagine herself as the naive
little blonde who didn't understand what was going on around her.
Now she just felt…
Empty.
It was a month later that the facility staff started to discuss the prospects
of the blonde living in a foster care facility for potential adoption once her
mental evaluation along with her physical evaluation had been completed.
Her file had been stamped and approved and shortly after the teen had been
shipped off to Magnolia's foster care facility for adoptable children.
There she received homeschooling with a variety of other kids all varying in
ages. While it most certainly wasn't the ideal family she had had in mind
growing up, it was a hell of a lot better than being beaten and stuck in a
basement with hardly any light and no clean water to drink. At least at the
foster home she had a bed and all the clean water she could drink.
That was enough for her.
Another had month passed and the blonde's profile was surprisingly matched with
a family looking to adopt a daughter. She was older than most of the other kids
in the facility, especially with her sixteenth birthday being only one month
away, but she was exactly what this family was looking for to add to their
already blended family.
The blonde let her eyes move up to slowly gaze at the family that wanted to
give her a new place to call home.
"What do you say, Lucy?" The blonde looked over all of the members.
They had all seen her file, they were all informed of what she had endured over
the last four years, and yet they all regarded her with nothing but hopeful
happiness that she would agree to their kind offer of adoption.
Living with new strangers once again frightened the blonde, but she knew if she
stayed in the foster care facility, she would eventually age out and be sent on
her own into the world, with no family and no guidance.
That thought frightened her even more.
The blonde didn't have to trust them immediately, but she could at least give
them a chance, she owed them that much for being kind enough to want to take
her in.
"Okay." The blonde watched as the family light up, excited to be receiving a
new child into their blended mix.
June X783
Today, I was adopted.
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To the people who wanted me to continue this, thank you so much for the
encouragement. I bet y'all are wondering who adopted her, huh!? Truth be told,
I still haven't decided on which family I want to adopt her yet. I think I
might have a few thoughts on who would be best suited, though. If you have any
ideas feel free to leave a review!
The next chapters will focus on Lucy transitioning into a 'normal' family type
of setting. Since technically this is in the middle of summer, (I'm in America
so I plan on using traditional American school years) She will get to spend
time with her new family and get introduced to her new sibling/s friends. Will
she be able to adapt?
If you want to see the continuation of this story, leave me reviews! It helps
me write and inspires me! :)
***** Chapter 3 *****
Before I run off on my mini family reunion, I thought I would update this one.
Let me know your thoughts. :D
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                                   Chapter 3
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The ride back to her new home had been uncomfortable for the blonde. She sat in
relative silence while the two adults tried to make small talk by asking
questions about herself. Though, when Lucy wasn't able to answer simple things
like what her favorite food was or what she liked to do in her free time, the
two adults finally gave up to let the rumbling of the engine fill the awkward
silence as they drove down the paved road.
Apprehensive chocolate orbs darted from one place to the other when the vehicle
stopped and Lucy was able to exit the spacious SUV belonging to her new
adoptive parents. The blonde's jaw slightly unhinged when she took in the
overwhelmingly large residence that was situated in front of her.
Lucy openly gawked at the large structure. Never did she ever consider herself
living in a house this spacious again.
Then again, she didn't think she would get adopted either since her older age
made her less desirable to prospecting adopting families.
A feather-light brush against her arm caused the astounded blonde to jump from
the gentle contact. The teen twisted around, bringing her arm up to cover her
face in an involuntary attempt to shield herself out of habit; only to be met
with apologetic cerulean crystal eyes.
The diffident woman removed her hand before putting it behind her back, a
simple gesture to show the girl that she didn't mean any harm by the movement.
The older female tilted her head to the side, causing her long pale sky colored
hair to bounce back and forth in its place tied in a bun high on her scalp.
"I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to startle you." The blonde timidly glanced
away embarrassed by her involuntary reaction, only to have her eyes dart back
toward the vehicle when the SUV door slammed and booming laughter startled not
only the teen, but also the pale haired woman that had been trying to console
her.
"What are you two doing just standing there? We have to introduce Lucy to the
rest of our weird family!" The long blonde haired teen shied away from the
over-exuberant man before he was able to get too close to her.
While Lucy found it nice that he was so enthusiastic about having her around,
she couldn't help the small flashbacks of other men that had also been
delighted by her company for other reasons in the not so distant past. The
blonde haired girl knew in her current state she was not yet stable enough to
trust, no matter how nice the pair before her seemed to be.
It was to be expected from someone coming out of a situation such as hers,
after all.
While her sexual abuse was almost always dealt by the male gender, most her
physiological and emotional abuse was inflicted by a woman. A woman so evil,
that she alone had caused most- if not more- of her traumatic life-altering
experiences for Lucy.
The blonde shuddered at the thought.
While she kept telling herself that she didn't need to trust these people- her
new adoptive family, and that she needed to stay guarded at all costs, Lucy
couldn't keep the lost and confused little girl that had been ripped from her
at such a young age from screaming out at the chance to take hold of the
opportunity to be part of an actual family again.
The small and innocent child within the blonde wanted parental figures in her
life, she wanted to have a chance at a normal childhood, no matter how fleeting
the moment might be for her already more adult-like personality and physical
appearance.
The little girl she used to be longed so much for the comfort of an actual
family that Lucy practically ached for loving parental figures, even if they
were not of her own blood.
The blonde girl let out a fearful squeak when the unruly redheaded man closed
in on her, causing the teen to shrink in closer to her new adoptive mother
while the older woman put her hand out to stop the laughing male before he
could get to close to the apprehensive girl.
"Igneel, would you give the girl some room to breathe! This is a lot for Lucy
to take in. Let her go at her own pace!" The look on the heavy built male made
the blonde almost crack a smile. The goofy grin that seemed to never leave his
face dropped to be replaced by puppy dog eyes and a fake pout. It was comical,
to say the least.
"Okay. In that case, I'll just go make sure the heathen didn't destroy the
house while we were gone." The dejected male practically drug his slumped over
form to the door, causing Lucy to watch in mild amusement while she wondered
just who this heathen was that he spoke of.
"Lucy, how are you feeling dear?" dark honey brown eyes moved from the entryway
of the house where the redhead had disappeared, back to the woman standing
beside her.
The blonde took the moment to take in her features. Though her face was
obviously weathered by time with small fine lines across her face, Lucy still
thought she was still was breathtaking. Her stunning crystal eyes pierced into
what felt like the girl's very soul while older woman's smile shifted into a
worried line the longer the blonde took to speak.
"Just drained, honestly." The teen left it at that. This morning when she woke
up, she would have never believed she would be adopted.
The blonde didn't have much to her name, so packing had been relatively easy,
but emotionally she felt like she was on a roller coaster.
Which had the teen wonder, why did they adopt her in the first place? The
foster facility had plenty of children to choose from, they were allowed to
view their potential adopted child's files, so why would they choose someone as
screwed up as her?
The brown-eyed girl jumped once again when the door to the home was flung open
to reveal a long white haired teen just a little older than Lucy. Lucy observed
as the girl's sapphire eyes lit up when they landed on the older woman beside
her.
"Grandeeney! Igneel said you two had a surprise for everyone!~" The white-
haired beauty's eyes glanced from the pale haired woman beside her to hone in
on the confused blonde. A high pitched squeal left the teen before she ran back
inside, slamming the door shut. Lucy could hear indistinct yelling and
footsteps as if multiple people were running around inside the house.
"Oh, dear. It looks like we've been found out. I swear, none of the men in this
family can keep secrets." Lucy looked back to the woman as she let out a
defeated sigh, her smile back on her face causing the skin beside her blue eyes
to crinkle just a bit.
"Was that one of my new siblings?" The blonde deadpanned while she listened to
what sounded like screaming before a loud thump sounded from somewhere inside
the large house. Lucy felt a sweat drop form on her forehead.
"They're over enough that they might as well be. We are a very large
intertwined family. We always have teenagers- and boneheaded men that still act
like teenagers, for that matter- running around the house, but no, we didn't
adopt all of them. You could say that she's more like your cousin."
Grandeeney's smile faltered when another yell was heard from the house along
with a crash while a string of colorful male curses was heard.
"I see. Do I even want to know what's going on in there?" The blonde shrunk
away from the noises coming from the seemingly chaotic household. The blonde
hadn't even been in the house yet and Lucy was finding herself wondering if she
would be able to stand all of the eccentric commotions.
"I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to, it's always a mystery." The pale
haired woman giggled while bringing a hand up to cover her mouth.
Grandeeney knew that their blended mix of both parental figures and children
was a little overwhelming, but all the kids were as sweet as could be. They
might all be a little over exuberant, but that's what made their life fun.
"Would you like to go in, Lucy? If Mirajane is here, then that means that you
have a special visitor." The blonde looked up at the pale-haired woman, her
heart thumping at an alarming rate at the mention of a 'special visitor'. As
far as the blonde knew, no one was to know who she was. She was not Lucy
Heartfilia anymore, and she wasn't Ashley of the Brothel. She had a new
identity, this was a fresh start for her and no one should know of her life
from her former household or of her brothel alias.
The blonde felt a tight squeeze on her heart as a pained thought slipped into
her mind.
Was this all just a setup? Was she lured into yet another brothel by the false
hopes of a family?
The blonde felt like she was going to be sick. Her body shook violently while
her head spun from the shock of being tricked out of the system so easily. Was
it that easy to adopt children? Could child abusers really take kids out of the
system that easily?
Lucy felt her heart throbbed painfully against her ribcage while bile rose up
into her throat, before she registered what she was doing- the blonde was
kneeling on the lawn while the contents of her stomach emptied themselves onto
the freshly manicured grass.
"Lucy! Are you okay!?" The blonde tried to bat away the hands of the older
woman.
She would not be taken back to another house to live under another evil woman
and service vile men.
She refused.
The blonde let out an alarmed shriek when Grandeeney wrapped her arms around
the blonde's middle, terrified the woman was going to haul her inside the house
against her will.
"Lucy, it's okay! Please, calm down!" The blonde didn't listen, she wouldn't
listen to her sugar-coated word poison. She would run, all she needed to do was
get out the pale haired woman's arms. It wouldn't be too hard, she was younger-
frail and weak from malnutrition, but still younger and she could work her way
from Grandeeney's grasp.
"What the hell is going on out here? I heard screamin'." The blonde stilled in
the older woman's arms while her wide tear-filled honey brown eyes glanced to
the voice that came from the entrance of the household.
Through unshed tears, the long blonde haired teen could make out a blurred
vision of rusty brown hair as the figure of a man came to kneel beside her on
the cool ground. Lucy could still feel her heart slapping relentlessly against
her ribcage while she watched a whole crowd of both young and old form from out
of the house to watch her frantic meltdown.
"Hey there, kiddo. Nice to see you made it into the family." Lucy didn't know
if she should cry from the anxiety or laugh from relief when Detective Clive
moved to help both she and Grandeeney up from the lawn.
So, she did neither- instead Lucy felt a calming darkness wash over her while
her body went lax as she fell back down to the cold hard unforgiving Earth. Her
heart still tried to keep up with the frantic pace it had set for its self
while the blonde felt her heavy eyelids close as multiple adults called out her
name in panicked concern.
"All I said was that she had a special visitor. I'm such a fool." Grandeeney
slumped down further into the couch, her legs underneath her body while she
used her arms as a cushion for her head on the armrest. Of all the things she
could have said, she said something that triggered her new daughter. What a
terrible mother she was.
"It's not your fault, Grandeeney. Lucy's fragile, anything could set her off.
We don't know what will bring on bad memories for her. It will take a little
while for her to adjust and trust people again." The pale haired woman felt
tears stream down her face while the rusty-haired male pat her head.
When Gildarts had mentioned he knew of a girl that needed a loving and caring
home, both she and Igneel had jumped at the idea of allowing another lost child
a place in their home and a second chance at a having better childhood.
But now?
Grandeeney was terrified she wouldn't be able to do right by the blonde haired
teen, and not because she didn't want to- no, the exact opposite in fact. The
pale haired woman was so worried that in her attempts to help the still healing
and obviously traumatized young teen, she would end up setting her off. She
didn't know what was going to bring on another anxiety attack like that. She
couldn't even fathom what was going on in the blonde's head when she had said
those words to her.
Probably something horrific, she was sure.
"I just want to help her. I'm so scared I am going to fail her." Cerulean eyes
glistened while unshed tears blurred her vision, strong tattooed arms moved to
wrap around the weeping woman in an attempt to comfort her.
"We will do everything we can to make Lucy feel safe here. She has a huge
family now with a lot of uncles, aunts, cousins, brothers, and sisters-
whatever she wants to call us. We may not all be blood, in fact- most of us
really aren't, but that doesn't mean we aren't a family. We love each other and
are there for each other when we need it and that's what truly makes us a
family." Grandeeney moved one of her hands to grip at Igneel's forearm while he
comforted his distressed wife, neither of them paying attention to the various
other adults still in the room.
"Yeah, don't go worryin' so much, Grandeeney, we all know if anyone is capable
of raisin' a troubled lil' brat, it's your ass." The pale haired woman sent a
playful glare across the room to the long dark brunette haired male with the
foul mouth.
"Though I don't particularly care for his crass way of saying it, Metalicana is
right." Azure blue met ruby red orbs while Skiadrum sighed from his spot in the
recliner, the ebony haired male made a point to send his actual blood-related
brother a pointed glance.
"We will all have talks with our children tonight, fret not Grandeeney. Lucy
will feel welcome in any of our homes, just like all the other children." The
pale haired woman moved her eyes from the two dark-haired brothers that were
currently giving each other a stare down, both their wives rolling their eyes
at their respective husband to look at the white haired male sitting on the
other love seat with his wife, who nodded with a small smile.
"Thank you, Weiss. Thank you, all." Grandeeney moved to wipe away her tears
while her husband kept his arms firmly clamped around her. Her eyes moved from
the front door, hearing all the kids outside moving around the house to the
backyard then glanced at the stairs leading up to the second story.
After Lucy had passed out, Igneel had picked up the exhausted child and carried
her to one of the empty rooms they used as a guest bed, which would eventually
become Lucy's permanent room. The rest of the adults had been able to set the
other children from following the two adoptive parents of the blonde as they
went to settle her into what would be her new room.
The pale blue-haired woman sighed. Lucy would wake up in an unfamiliar place,
but she wouldn't wake up alone.
The woman moved to stand before tossing a look back to the rather large group.
They had all been friends throughout their teen years and school life, she knew
these people and trusted them just like a family should.
"I'm going to go wait for Lucy to wake up, it shouldn't be long now."
Grandeeney made it to the staircase before two separate hands belonging to two
different men grabbed her arm. The blue-eyed woman turned to look at both her
husband and Gildarts. It was probably wise for the detective to be there when
the blonde woke up, anyway. Giving a small silent nod, they ascended up the
steps together.
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"Did you get a good look at her? Natsu, your new sister is a total hottie!" The
pink haired teen growled while lunging at the teasing blonde, Sting had been
getting on his nerves all day today and this was just the icing on the cake. He
hadn't been able to get a good glance at the blonde girl before his dad had
carried her into the house.
Natsu and Wendy had both tried to follow their adoptive parents, but were
stopped by everyone else's.
"Oi, shut the fuck up light bulb. You didn't see her either." Natsu snickered
when the long ebony haired boy smacked Sting on the back, causing said male to
growl from the force of the blow.
"To be fair, none of us really got a good glimpse at her except for Mira when
she went outside to check on Grandeeney." The younger white-haired girl spoke
up to the group, causing all eyes to land on the longer snowy haired teen. A
deep smirk slipped across the gossip of the group at the chance to dish out all
the details to anyone who would listen.
"She really is gorgeous. She has long golden hair that fades into pale blonde
down her back, big brown eyes, cherry pink lips. Nice body, too" Mira winked
and giggled while she confirmed to all of the other curious teens, they all
wondered what the new addition to their mismatched family would be like.
It had been a complete surprise for all of them, they had no idea that
Grandeeney and Igneel had decided to adopt another kid, it made both Natsu and
Wendy more excited than the rest.
Natsu because he got another sister and friend to protect, and Wendy because
she got a big sister she can still spend time with when everyone else goes back
home with their respective parents.
"Hey hey hey, don't be talking 'bout her like that." Natsu yelled up to the sky
while throwing a random punch which just so happened to deck Gajeel.
"A real man doesn't care about what a woman looks like, anyway!" Elfman joined
the improv fight while landing a hit on Sting in the process, thus pulling the
more than willing blonde into the fray.
"Oi, Rogue. Put the damn book down and help a buddy out, will ya'? The blonde
haired teen yelled at the boy currently sitting under the tree, who waved him
off with a flick of his wrist before turning to the next page in the novel he
was currently reading.
"Let me finish this chapter, and then I'll think about helping you." The ebony
haired teen smirked while not even giving the blonde a glance, however, a loud
annoying laugh did get the red-eyed teen's attention enough for the boy to let
out an irritated sigh.
"You know damn well Ryos ain't puttin' that book down anytime soon, light bulb.
You're on your own just like the rest of us." Gajeel's odd cackle was cut off
when a blur of blue knocked him off his feet.
"Nuhh uhh, only you and Sting are alone here, Gajeel! I have Natsu's back." The
small blue haired preteen smiled as she danced around the long ebony haired
male's body, sidetracking him. Even the girls had been pulled in now.
"Okay, enough all of you, break it up. Break it up!" Groans echoed throughout
the now dog pile of teens as everyone tried to remove themselves from the
tangled mess they had got themselves in while Skiadrum and Kyla broke up the
bunch of children, only to notice that theirs was not in the large pile of
teenage angst.
"Rogue?" The russet-haired woman called, looking for her son amongst the now
sprawled out bunch while her husband removed the blonde haired male teen from
the pile, a smirk on his face at the rowdiness of the youth.
"Over here, mom." The ebony haired teen stood from his spot before dusting off
his backside, making sure no dirt clung to his clothes. He noticed that all of
the other parents had filed out of the house and started nabbing up their
respective teens.
"Time to head on home, Rogue. We have things to talk about." The ebony haired
teenager just nodded his head while his father came to stand before him.
"Oi, Uncle Skia, Aunt Kyla, can I come over?" Sting popped his head out from
behind the brunette woman, a large smirk on his face. Rogue just shook his head
when his father gave a shrug of his shoulders.
"Gotta ask your mom and dad first."The blonde haired teen groaned while letting
them know he would catch up with them later, knowing well enough that his
father wasn't going to just let him run off when he had promised to help him
with yard work earlier that day. The dark-haired family watched the blonde run
back into the fray to find his own parents before setting off toward their own
home.
The walk took no more than 5 minutes seeing as they lived right down the
street. The band of merry adults had moved into a cu-de-sac long ago when they
first started to get married and come into the world as adults after finishing
out their teenage years in high school. They had always stayed close, even when
growing up as kids, so it made sense for them to all live by one another.
Grandeeney was adamant on getting a large enough house so they could all live
together, but her dream had been easily tossed aside as most of the men agreed
that it would be best for the individual families to have privacy of their own.
Well, that and prices for large multi-family homes were outrageous in Magnolia.
It's not like it mattered, everyone was always gathered at each other's homes
always, and it got even worse when they started having kids or adopting.
The ebony haired teen took off his shoes at the entryway before making his way
to the table, where he placed his book while his mom and dad followed him.
"Sit down, Rogue. We need to have a chat about the new girl." Kyla sat the
table, patting the space next to her. Crimson irises observed as his father sat
on the other side without a word, an indication that he should do as he was
told.
"What new girl?" The male teenage sat in the vacant seat, confusion slipping
across his usual passive face. Rogue knew that there had been commotion earlier
in Natsu and Wendy's front yard, but he hadn't got up to investigate since he
was too engrossed with the new book he had purchased yesterday.
"Kid, you really need to start paying attention to your surroundings." The
ebony haired man deadpanned, a tanned hand coming to rest on his temple while
his wife stared wide eyed at their oblivious perplexed son.
Did he really not have a clue what was going on?
"Stop staring at me like that! It's a really good book, okay?" The teen moved
to stand up out of embarrassment but a pale feminine hand moved to grip at his
wrist, keeping him firmly in place.
"Okay, I get it. Sit back down, this is important." Crimson eyes narrowed in on
his mother face, taking in the fine lines that formed between her brows. Seeing
how important it was to both his mother and father, Rogue sat back down in his
chair.
Wide chocolate and deep onyx eyes gazed at the serene blonde currently situated
under a thick comforter. After all of the others had left, Igneel allowed the
two kids to peek in at their newest sibling. However, their quick glance slowly
morphed into stares of fascination as they watched the golden locked teen
sleep.
"Wow. She's so pretty! Just like Mira." The wide eyed bluenette giggled while
Grandeeney pushed the two out of the room, worried that so many people crowded
in the room would frighten the poor girl if or when she woke up.
"Yeah, I guess so." The salmon haired teen turned his while a rosy blush dusted
his cheeks. When it came to Snowy haired beauties, there was only one girl that
would slip into the forthright of his mind, and that was Mira's younger sister-
Lisanna. Thought Natsu definitely couldn't deny that the blonde now dubbed as
his nested younger sister was quite the looker as well.
A groan found its way out of the older teen's mouth while he walked with the
long haired girl, catching her attention. The thought of all the potential
fights he would have to get in to protect the long blonde haired girl at school
from perverts both excited and frustrated him at the same time.
While Natsu loved a good brawl, he just couldn't afford being suspended from
school this coming year. Especially since Principle Makarov threatened to hold
him back because his grades were positively terrible as is. Having a sister,
especially a pretty one, going to the same school as him would seriously put
him in the hot seat in the principal's office almost daily, just like Elfman.
That guy was a beast when it came to defending his sisters' honor, and he had
three! Two blood related- Mira and Lisanna and one related to his adopted
father Gildarts- Cana.
"I'm so screwed this year!" Natsu held his head with balled up fists, a mop of
unkempt crimson hair peaked out of the door of Lucy's room when the teen's
obnoxious wail penetrated the walls.
"What's all the yellin' about, kid?" A grin plastered on his face causing the
skin next to his eyes to wrinkle.
"Just tryin' to figure how I'm going to survive sophomore year." The salmon
haired teen ignored the giggle from the 12 year old girl while his father
reached over to ruffle his already messed up mop of pink locks.
"You still got a month left of summer vacation, kiddo. No reason to worry about
that now. I need you two to come with me down stairs. There are some things we
need to talk about before Lucy wakes up." Both of the youths looked from one
another to their dad before following the tattooed male down the stairs.
Silence fell between them while they made their way to the kitchen table, it
was only once they were all seated did Igneel finally decide to speak.
"Like a lot of the kids that have been adopted around here, Lucy has gone
through a difficult time. However, Lucy's situation is.. Special. I wanted to
let you two know now that it might take her more time to warm up to everyone.
She might be scared, shy and unable to trust, just know that this is all normal
for a girl coming out of her type of situation." Bright green eyes regarded the
youths, when it was clear that neither of them had any questions or need to
voice their thoughts he continued.
"I know you two will treat her like family, but I am just asking you to be
patient and kind. It's probably been a real long time since she's had someone
to trust. Wendy, you can go ahead and go. I need to talk to Natsu for a
second." The blue haired girl smiled while she nodded her head, leaving her
older brother and father before skipping back up the stairs to her room, ideas
of how to make her new sister feel comfortable forming in her brain.
Natsu and Igneel watched the 12 year old as she bounced up the stairs until she
was completely out of sight.
"Look, Natsu. I'm telling you this now- man to man, and I am sure that all the
other kiddos are getting the same lecture one way or any other, but since you
are her brother you need to know exactly what is going on, because I won't be
around her as much as you will." The pink haired teen gulped, the usual playful
glint that light up his father's emerald eyes were replaced by resolve. Igneel
had the boy's full attention now, Natsu nodded his understanding- knowing that
his father was about to drop the bomb that the couldn't when Wendy was still in
the room.
"You know the type of work Gildarts does for the station, right?" Igneel
watched and waited for the salmon haired male to confirm what he had said.
"Uh, yeah. He is an undercover detective, right? Sometimes spies on people for
months before collecting the data and evidence the rest of the force needs
before an operation can be set up, yeah?" Igneel hummed his approval.
"You're correct. Well, Gildarts happened to meet Lucy during one of his
undercover investigations. Lucy is a victim of a human-trafficking
organization." Natsu looked back at his father. The male was one to make jokes
and pull pranks, but the salmon haired youth could tell by the hardness in the
man's emerald green eyes that there was no joke to his words. What he said was
the cold hard truth.
"I..I.. I honestly don't know what I should say.." The teen rubbed the back of
his head. In all honestly, Natsu didn't really know what it meant to be a
trafficking victim. Sure he's heard of human-trafficking, especially since his
father and most of his uncles and aunts were part of criminal justice and the
police force, and they even covered it in school just a bit, but he was a
teenager. Most of them didn't care to think or even believe that something like
that could happen to them.
Igneel watched the confusion on his son's face morph into uncertain sadness and
guilt. Of course, Igneel wasn't expecting the 16 year old to completely
understand what it meant to be a trafficking victim, but he knew Natsu was
resourceful. If he wanted to know something he would ask or find out on his
own.
"It's okay, Natsu. All I'm asking of you is to watch over her, and make sure no
one tries to take advantage of her. She was only Wendy's age when she was first
introduced into trafficking. I'm not so sure if she knows how she should act in
the outside world, and we are concerned that could make her a target for
bullies or people that try to use her naivety against her." The red-haired man
moved to stand up, figuring that if the pink haired boy had any questions he
would ask.
"I understand, dad. I'll protect her." The grin returned to the tattooed man's
face while he reached his large palm up to smack the teen on the back. A
bellowing laugh filling the silent kitchen.
"I never doubted you wouldn't" Natsu let his own grin mirror his father's. It
would seem that the teen had a few things to look up before his new sister
decided to finally wake up.
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