Fix Me (Doctor Who Fanfiction)

Prologue ― My Prison

5 VOTES FOR CHAPTER 1!!!

Hey hey readers! If you are new to my Doctor Who fanfictions, welcome! And if you are reading this because you read "The Doctor's Mistress", thanks for sticking around - I really appreciate it! :D

I started writing this when I was almost done posting TDM, because TDM made me realize how much I love writing Doctor Who fanfictions! There is so much freedom and possibilities that you don't get with many other stories.

I don't own anything but Ariella Jacob - aka AJ - and some other small characters.

Hope you enjoy! Comment telling me what you think :)

And warning if you haven't watched the 5th season, this is full of spoilers!

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PROLOGUE

MY PRISON

"See you tonight, Ariella," Leonardo said with his thick Italian accent and a large grin.

Ariella Jacob. That was me.

"Yes, master," I answered monotone as he left the room, slamming the bedroom door.

I sat down on the bed and closed my eye. "Yes, master" was all I was allowed to say since I've been here. When I was only 16 years old, I was kidnapped by my at the time boyfriend, then sold into human trafficking for drug money.

If you are wondering what human trafficking is, it's the foulest, disgusting and horrible thing that can happen to a young woman. In my opinion, worse than death. Girls like me are abducted and sold, but only after they've gathered enough information about us. They find out about your family first so that if you ever try to escape, they kill them and it's your fault, so you end up staying to not put your love ones in harm’s way. Luckily for me, I didn't have any family whatsoever. No close friends either...

After they've got you, you become... an object that they own. They bring you to America and rant you out to men - perverted and desperate men - who have their way with you and you have no choice but to let them as a gun is never far away.

I only suffered from that once. In my first week, a group of men arrived in the secret hideout, choose their girls - including me - and brought us to some sort of sick party... After that, Leonardo, the boss, the slim ball, behind the whole immoral operation, claimed me as his own. He brought me to his home, this huge manor in what I believe is California. But though the house was huge, I've never seen more than the bedroom. He kept me locked in here for hours until he came back.

I had it so much easier than the other girls with not family to worry about and having the same man rape me again and again instead of hundreds. Yup, I had it easy.

I had become numb inside. I didn't feel anything anymore. My face was permanently expressionless and the pain and suffering had faded away in the four years that I’ve been here. I had no hope of being saved or of escaping and with Leonardo's men watching over me 24/7 through a camera, suicide was impossible. My depressing life continued.

When my "master" was gone, I had become used to falling into some sort of trance. With nothing to do, stuck behind these four walls, I would meditate, sitting on his bed until one of his guys, Robert, would bring me my only meal in the day and force me to eat it to avoid me starving myself.

That was my daily routine. Meditation, dinner, rape.

But everything changed one day when Leonardo brought me to the annual human trafficker party...

5 VOTES FOR CHAPTER 1!!!