*Warning. May be triggering to some.

Bo was feeling better than she had in a long time, having put both Dyson and Lauren drama far behind her, she was ready to play the field again. Looking in the mirror she saw her flawless reflection and adjusted her bra, showing just the right amount of cleavage that made both sexes drool. "Almost ready to go Bo Bo?""Yeah, just a sec Kenz!". She added the finishing touches to her outfit, her favourite leather jacket over her skin tight sparkly black dress, and knee high black leather boots. She looked hot as hell. It was friday night, and Kenzi had easily convinced the succubus to party at the Dahl, with many, many shots of tequila and more then likely indulge in a drunken hookup too.

Coughing up blood, a petite blonde stumbled up a flight of stairs and pushed her way out the back door to freedom. She inhaled the the cool evening air, as if testing to see if this was real. She had been abducted off the streets five days ago, and had been imprisoned in a damp, hellish basement where she survived daily torture of all forms. She managed to escape the clutches of her captors by pretending to be dead. She had cut her arm to draw enough blood to make a decent sized pool, and added the finishing touches by dabbing some blood on the corners of her mouth, and laying next to the pool as if she had coughed up all the blood. A very convincing performance indeed. Her captor had gone over to her and too stupid to check her pulse undid the chains to dispose of the body. That's when he got a call, he became agitated by whoever had called so he went into the living room to take it, leaving the basement door at the top of the stairs conveniently wide open. Not missing her only opportunity to flee, the blonde summoned every ounce of strength she had left and ran for her life. She had no idea where she was, but she knew she had to put as much distance between that house and her as possible.

Stopping to catch her breath, she ripped off the pedant she had been forced to wear in disgust and threw it to the ground. She had spent her 18th birthday in that hell. Happy fucking birthday she thought. All of a sudden she became all to aware that she was practically naked, only wearing her underwear. Blushing, she looked around the dimly lit streets, and thankfully saw no one.

A new feeling washed over her entire body, at first it felt warm and tingly. Then she felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off her chest and could feel a strength that hadn't been there moments ago. For a short moment, her eyes flashed yellow and her pupils went vertical and thin. Her vision jumped from normal to thermal then back again. Just keep running, she thought. As she was struggling to continue running, her mind drifted back to when she was taken.

Walking under the bridge in the slums of Toronto, johns were calling out to her, "wooo baby". "break me off a piece of that!". As disgusted as she was by the comments, it came with the job. She was a prostitute. The blonde was trapped in a less than healthy relationship with a drug dealing pimp and for the last 2 years, it's all she had known. After running away at 15, Spike had been the first pimp to snatch up the gorgeous blonde. She got food, shelter, and a means of survival. All significant steps up from the conditions she lived in when she first started running away.

Taking her usual spot under the far side the bridge, she tried to fake some confidence. Truth was, she loathed herself. She was a stunner. She had a petite frame, porcelain skins, ice blue eyes, long straight light blonde hair, and facial structure models would kill for, but years of verbal abuse had firmly planted the idea in her head that she was worthless, and disgusting. A black BMW pulled up to her out of the darkness. She looked over at her pimp, for approval, and then walked over. Completely stoic she spat out,"What do you want?". The girl liked to get straight to the point, and get it over with as soon as possible. "Hey now darling, we just want to talk with your pretty little self". Uneasily, she looked over the front seats and saw two other large men, dressed in dark clothing in the back seat of the car. All three men began to get out, and she immediately backed away and dug through her purse frantically for her pepper spray. She looked around for Spike, but the street all of a sudden seemed too empty. The largest man saw her head turned as an opportunity to pounce and took advantage by running up behind her and roughly shoved a cloth soaked in chloroform in her face. Everything went black, and her next memory was waking up chain, bruised, without her clothes and a hooded man on top of her.

Snapping out of the flashback, she felt her extensive injuries finally catching up with her. Adrenaline had worn off, and she was now in a world of hurt. There was a deep gash on her abdomen which was still bleeding, the cut she had made on her forearm, as well as deep slashes that covered her entire back. She had countless bruises all over her body from the beatings she received when she was "bad" and coupled with being starved for days it completely prevented her from pushing forward.

Defeated, she collapsed in the nearest alley, not caring at all what might happened to her. After all, it couldn't be worse then what she just went through. She closed her eyes and succumb to the dark blanket of unconsciousness.

After pre-party shots at their crack shack, Bo and Kenzi were feeling light and giggly. "Soo, me and my hangover tomorrow ask that you try and be quiet when you rock some fae's world tonight, kay?" chirped Kenzi. Bo laughed and gave her best friend a playful shove. They walked arm in arm to the entrance of the Dahl when the succubus was struck with a feeling that made her stomach churn. Something was wrong. "Hey Kenz, i'll catch up with you and meet you at the bar okay? Order me some shots". "Sure thing Bo Bo, i'll see if I can spot some hotties for yeah while i'm at it". Bo smiled, "and that is why I love you so much".

The feeling in her gut was drawing her towards the back of the Dahl. Turning towards the alley, she began walking, cautiously. Slowing her steps, she tried to listen to see if anyone was there. When Bo got to entrance of the alley, she saw a small form hunched over on the ground, in a pool of dark liquid. "Oh shit". Bo ran towards the lump, and was shocked to see it was a small blonde girl, in terrible condition. Covered in dried blood, bruises and still oozing cuts, the girl looked so fragile, and she was almost too afraid to pick her up. Semi-conscious, the blonde's eyes cracked open, and she tried as hard as she could get up and move away from Bo, but her body betrayed her and collapsed back down. "Shhh, hey it's okay. Look, i'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to help you okay?".Weakly, the blonde barely nodded in agreement before the blackness took over and she fell completely limp again. Bo picked her up in her arms, surprised by how light she was.

Running back to the Dahl, she literally kicked the door down. Everyone quieted the conversations they were having, and turned towards her. "Trick, she needs help! Wheres Lauren!?".Panic was evident in Bo's voice. She could feel the girl fading…fast. "Asylum has just been invoked. Everyone please leave!". Everyone being anyone that wasn't Dyson, Hale, Kenzi or Lauren. Compliantly his patrons left the bar, understanding the urgency of the situation. Lauren looked up from the drink she had been nursing, "Bo! Bring her into the back". She quickly got up from her place at the end of the bar and grabbed her bag. Trick stepped out from behind the bar, "Take her into my office, i'll fetch you supplies". Hurrying away, Trick went into a separate door leading to his lair under the Way station. Concerned deep brown eyes met the doctors, "Lauren, I think she's fae". Dyson didn't even need to sniff the air to respond, her scent was that strong, "She is. I smell feral, and something else… I don't recognize it". "Thanks Dyson". Lauren led Bo into Trick's office. "Here, Bo put her down on the couch".

Kenzi turned to look at Hale, "Shit, should we go help?". "Na, lil momma. It would be better if we stay out of the way and let the doc take care of her. She knows what she's doing". "But she looks like she's been hit by a friggin truck…". "I know Kenz, but theres nothing we can do". The siren put a comforting arm around his fellow sidekick. Wanting to calm her nerves, Kenzi reached over the bar for the bottle of tequila and announced, "Drinks are on Trick tonight".

Bo winced when as she tried to set the girl down as gently as possible. She must be in so much pain. Lauren immediately went into doctor mode, throwing a blanket over the girl's limp body, taking a mental note of the extensive bruising on her thighs, and began frantically rummaging through her bag for her mini medical kit. Trick entered his office with his arms full of clean towels and a larger version of Lauren's kit. "Thanks Trick, just set them on the table". Feeling awkward because he wasn't sure what he could do, he asked "Is there anything else you'll need Lauren?". "No, we're good Trick". With that, he exited the office closing the door behind him. Regaining consciousness, the blonde girl squinted to take in her surroundings. It was a minute before her blurry eyes adjusted to the light and with her vision back came the realization she wasn't alone in the room. She tried to get up and make a break for it, but Bo grabbed her by the waist and held her back. She struggled to fight Bo off her, "NO! DON'T TOUCH ME! NO! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" the girl began sobbing softly, and eventually lost the last bit of fight she had left. "Shh, it's okay. no one is going to hurt you. My doctor friend is going to take care of you, okay?". The girl fell back against the couch. Her ice blue eyes searched Bo's and found nothing but truth and concern. "Whats your name anyway?" Playing the role of a good patient, she fully layed down. The girl quietly answered, "Jade". "Jade. Thats a really pretty name. I'm Bo and this is Lauren. She's a doctor". Lauren knelt beside the couch to begin her examination, and the girl flinched violently. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. I just need to suture this wound on your abdomen and clean your other cuts". The girl swallowed hard, and looked away, "Fine". She closed her eyes and braced herself.