[h2][color=66ff66]Melanie[/color][/h2]
	The young girl held ransom lay in the fetal position on the ratty old bed she was put in. It had been one day, and the club owner's daughter had been dragged through hell. She was unable to do much more than cry and remember all the shit that had hit the fan in the past few hours. She was a virgin before tonight...
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After being kidnapped from the club, Melanie had been brought to Torchwick's palace and told she is now just a... a [i]possession[/i] of Torchwick's. The guards had barely taken her into the room they called hers, 231, before nobody in the room had clothes on. Torchwick had put a special chastity belt on Melanie, to prevent unwarranted... 'use of his property'. But it only covered her frontal opening, and the guards who brought her in, and a few White Fang guards, and a few other guys who happened to wander by, all took every inch they could get out of her. After almost two hours of repeated... 'use', Torchwick finally arrived. Maybe he planned for it to be the way it was, but he was nicer than his guards. Yeah, he still pulled her hair a bit, forced her head movement during... 'oral presentations', and was rough from the moment he was aroused, but it wasn't as bad as the men before him. Maybe Melanie had just become numb to it, after dozens of men before Torchwick in the past hour or two.
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	After this last memory round and a few minutes of crying, Melanie finally fell asleep. She didn't know why. Maybe it was just out of pure exhaustion. Melanie had horrible dreams, but slept soundly well into the day. The sun hitting her face finally woke her up. She looked around the room. She saw a dresser, and in it were a few outfits. Maid's outfit, "nurse's" outfit, and a nice sun dress. It looked pretty. She decided to at least be hopeful that things wouldn't get worse than they were and put on the sun dress. Only to notice how opaque it was. You could almost see completely through it. With a little ingenuity, Melanie put together an outfit that used items from each of the provided ones that was as modest as possible and looked cute. [color=66ff66][i]Well, I can at least look decent.[/i][/color] 
	Deciding to face her fear head on, Melanie walked out of the room to the entry room Torchwick had a throne in. She met no guards on the way. The throne room had a few guards. A few she knew a little too personally. Deciding to throw everyone off, Melanie smiled and greeted Torchwick cheerfully. Torchwick looked confused to see her, and more so that she seems happy. [color=66ff66]"Hello there, Mr. Torchwick. Is there anything I can do for you? I couldn't find too decent of a dress, so I kinda improvised. I hope you like it."[/color] Melanie winked at Torchwick and bowed once she finished. Torchwick and his guards were speechless. The ruling dictator finally reigned in his mind and responded. [color=ff0000]"Oh, wow. I wasn't expecting this. I usually leave some sexy dresses for the... 'collateral' I have. Your positive attitude and willingness to serve are refreshing. If you would make some food for the two of us, that would be splendid. I'll be back shortly to dine with you. Can't wait to see you."[/color] Torchwick called Melanie's playful bluff. With no cards left to pull out of her sleeves, Melanie nodded and made her way to the kitchen.