Bad Girl

Memory

'I need you to hold it together while we get inside, then we can chat.' you whisper not wanting to scare Emma. The Baroness doesn't respond in fact she even attempts to let go of you thinking that you are rejecting her. You tighten your hold on her not letting her go and Victoria looks up at you a shudder of warmth runs through her body realising you will protect her. There are a few mascara tracks from her tears you tug down the sleeve of your t-shirt from the jacket and carefully wipe them from her face. Reaching up she gently catches your wrist holding your gaze her bright blue eyes shine with tears. She keeps your wrist in her hand, you slowly open your hand pressing it against her cheek. Your eyes flicker down to her painted ruby-red lips, and she notices this. Her breath catches in her throat emphasising her prominent collar bones, you look at her beautiful slender throat.

The knock on the car window shakes you both from the moment as John peers in at you. You didn't realise the car had stopped or John had got out, you then see the top of the brunette curls as Emma tries to peer in. You quickly separate from the Baroness and she looks down her heart sinking at the loss of contact. You open the car door and smile. 'Hi sweety, that was a cool ride in a fancy car huh?' you try to keep the mood upbeat. The other car door slams as Victoria exits at the other side of the vehicle, her eyes are puffy as she storms past you all heading up the stairs of Hellman Hall. 'John, tell yn she can go.' she speaks coldly as if you aren't there. Emma peers after her. 'Auntie Yn, isn't that?' you glance after the Baroness with a sigh then focus on Emma. 'Okay chicken, I need to have a chat with my...friend. Would you be able to do me a favour and look after John? He's a bit silly sometimes so I need someone responsible to look after him.' Emma smiles and nods happy to babysit. John glowers at you, you give him an apologetic look as you head after your girl. 'I think we should play makeovers!' Emma beams up at the scowling adult she has been placed in charge of.

You have a rough idea of the layout of Hellman Hall from before the place is always so cold and lonely unless there is a party or a ball. This is a fact known by everyone who has ever stepped foot in the place. You head up to Victoria's study the door is ajar trembling she opens a bottle of liquor tipping it into a glass. Her shaking causes her to spill a few drops and in a blind rage, she throws the bottle at the fireplace. It breaks and the fire momentarily lights up the whole room. Taking her glass she walks to her desk sitting down with her head in her hands. 'Hey.' you speak softly leaning against the door jam. Victoria looks up refusing to let more tears fall she is humiliated, and the camera she once loved now tormented her. 'I told John to tell you to leave. Incompetent. As always.' she tries to sound in control but you can see the tremor in her hand as she lifts the glass to her lips taking a small sip. 'Mm, I heard I was standing right there.' you point out. 'Congratulations, you are as incompetent as my valet. Here is to you.' she raises her glass toasting you.

You roll your eyes. 'Yes, everyone is useless but you, you are perfect. I wonder if you'd still have the arrogance to speak to people like that if I hadn't reinstated your title. Remember? The one I signed over to you?' you are trying to make a point that you don't deserve to be spoken to so badly. This doesn't translate. The Baroness goes chalk white, have you changed your mind? Are you going to reverse it all? Take your title back, or worse send her back to jail?

'Take the old whore back to her cell and make sure she goes to the shower block. The smell is starting to get to me.' he says with disgust. The Baroness's eyes sting with tears of pain and embarrassment, he takes her back to the main wing. 'Pin the posh bitch down and don't let her move, I don't want to fuck up my handy work do I?' she smiles nastily and the Baroness screams through her gag trying to get free from them. They pin her down roughly on the shower floor she's naked and defenseless.'Victoria!' she is slumped in a cubicle the water around her ice cold and tainted with blood. You quickly turn the tap off and kneel down. She is curled against the wall, she's been crying and she's in shock but she is conscious. The Baroness nods slowly and you shift the blanket to see her stomach, it's bloody and mixed with black ink. "Whore" is tattooed onto her stomach. You don't speak and that itself is enough for her, she looks away in shame. Barb wheels herself into the room across her lap is a tub of butter and a wooden sweeping brush which she hands to the younger woman from earlier. 'Fuck her with it.' The Baroness squeals in horror and no matter what she does she can not break free, she uses every ounce of fight in her body but it's not enough. She pounds on the cell door pleading to be freed.

Coming back to reality Victoria has gone chalk white she looks at you and you see the genuine terror and uneven breathing. You immediately connect the dots. The Baroness quickly gets up striding to the bathroom and slamming the door shut. You hear her vomit as fear consumes her. 'Victoria.' you enter not caring that she is sick you take her in your arms holding her and rubbing her back. When she's done she begins shaking her head. 'No. No. No. That is not what I meant. Let's talk.' you grab her a glass of water to rinse her mouth and close the toilet seat flushing the vomit away. You watch her, she is in a high-level state of fright. You step closer to her resting one hand supportively on her upper bicep and the other gently on her upper back as you soothe her. She looks up at the mirror seeing you watching her in the reflection.