WARNING: There are mentions of rape, torture, and murder. There are many sex scenes, and vulgar language. Do NOT read if you have trauma or cannot bear those types of things. Continue at your own risk.


"I thought you didn't want to own me." I said, distaste coating my tongue. I couldn't even feel the gash on my shoulder anymore. Bancroft looked at me for a second. He's amused by all of this.

"Here." He said, snapping at the corner behind me. I cocked my head, wondering who the hell he thought he was, ordering me around like a dog. but he wasn't talking to me. I heard soft footsteps from behind me, and turned to see a girl in a sheer dress walk past me, her head low. She obediently stopped in front of him. "Clean his wounds. We can't have him getting an infection, now can we?" Bancroft said, grinning at me. The girl nodded and turned around, approaching me.

"I don't need my wound cleaned." I said, jerking my shoulder away from the girl when she reached for it. She had long blonde hair that hung nearly to her waist. Her eyes were icy blue and swam with resentment and fear.

"Please," she whispered, "I must."

"Listen to the whore, Kovacs, and you'll be greatly rewarded." Bancroft said. At the word "whore", the girl tensed and anger replaced the fear in her eyes. I looked at Bancroft for a few more seconds before looking at the girl again.

"Alright, then." I said, allowing the girl to guide me out of the room and down the hall. She turned and strode into the nearest room, stopping at a small, round stool. She waited quietly as I sat, then proceeded to get to work. She walked around me and began to unbutton my shirt, not looking at me the entire time. Once she had the first few buttons undone, she pushed the jacket and shirt over my shoulders. She went behind me and tenderly peeled the shirt away from the skin before dabbing it with a piece of cloth. "Look," I hesitated, looking over my shoulder, "I really don't need you to do this." I said, beginning to pull my shirt back on.

Her hand grabbed mine in defiance. "I know you're an en-" she choked on the word and swallowed thickly before continuing- "an envoy, but please let me do my job." She pleaded, her eyes cloudy. I stared at her for a few moment, confused at what just happened.

"Fine." I said, turning around to let her finish. She continued in silence, her delicate fingers moving quick. After a few minutes, she pushed the cloth back over my shoulders and backed away, tucking her head and hiding her arms behind her back. I stood up and turned around, looking at the girl as I buttoned my shirt back up. "Thanks," I said slowly. "Kovacs."

"I know." She said softly, not looking up. Her entire body was visible through the dress she was wearing, and I could tell she didn't like it. I could see some severe discoloration around her waist. I approached her, hesitating only when I saw her tense and take a small step back.

"Worked for Bancroft long?" I asked, stopping half a foot away from her.

A small nod. "Since I was a child."

I nodded, looking down my nose at her. "And he did...this...to you?" I asked, gesturing to her body. She nodded again. I knew Bancroft was a screwed up fuck, but I didn't think he'd do this to someone to young. She couldn't be over eighteen. Maybe younger. "How old are you?"

She cleared her throat. "Twent-twenty five."

"The truth." I said.

She looked up quickly before darting her eyes back down. "Nineteen." She said in a small voice.

"So, it's legal." I said, looking up and scoffing. I didn't see an bruising on her neck, but that doesn't mean it's not there. I reached out, ignoring her flinch, and grabbed her neck gently, wiping my thumb along the side. The makeup smeared off, revealing a nasty, purple and black bruise. "It doesn't even look like he let it heal before he did it again." I mumbled, letting go of her neck.

"He didn't." She answered.

"What's your name?" I asked, backing away slowly.

"Makenna." She said.

I rolled the name around on my tongue and deduced that I liked it. "Makenna." I said. "Hmm, nice." I shot her a small smile. Her eyes widened and she quickly looked at the ground. "Listen, Makenna, I don't care what Bancroft has said, or told you, no one deserves to be used like that." I said, looking at her neck. She looked me in the eyes, hers full of surprise. "Remember that." I said, backing away from the timid servant. I winked once before heading out of the room and back towards Bancroft.

"Ah, back so quickly, eh?" He said, chuckling softly. "Did she not suit your needs?"

"Oh, no, she's fine. I'm just not in the mood to fuck her right now. She's a little sore." I said, venom lacing the last sentence. Bancroft smirked, his eyes drifting past me.

"Here." He said again, this time, not moving his hand. Makenna walked past me and stopped in front of Bancroft. "Turn around." He said, twirling his finger around. She complied, turning around to face me. We locked eyes, hers full of fear, but the moment he put his hand on her neck, it switched to anger. "Sore?" He asked, gently running his hand over her neck. "Are you sore, my dear?" He whispered. Makenna shook her head no. "Good." He muttered, jerking his arm and gripping her throat tightly. She struggled to breathe.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

Bancroft buried his face in her hair, taking a deep breath. "Ah, Kovacs, Kovacs, tsk, tsk, tsk. Why would you pass up my gift?" He briefly let his grip slack, allowing her to take a deep breath before choking her again. His hand slid down her body, gripping her dress and raising it up, he slid his hand over her thigh. "Spread." He ordered, but she refused. "Ah, now this is what I really like about this one. She's defiant." He hissed. His fingers latched onto her thigh, in the same spot that the bruises were, and he squeezed. Tightly. I could see the pain in her eyes, but she didn't make a sound. Tough, I thought. But she gave in and spread her legs.

"Enough." I said.

Bancroft stopped, his hand inches from her center. "And why would I do that, hmm?" He asked, a grin spreading across his face.

"You tell me to stay away from Miriam, but you'll fuck a girl right in front of me? What kind of backwards logic is that?" I snapped, anger forming in the pit of my stomach.

"Well, what can I say? She's stunning. I mean, look at her. Perfect body-" he let go of her throat and slipped his hand into the slit in her dress, massaging her breasts- "you'd know if you'd have taken her, but, I guess I'll have my way with her tonight." His hand went back to her throat and the other slowly inched towards her center.

"Fine." I said. "I'll take her. I could probably use the company." I said. "But take your hands off, I don't want sloppy seconds." Bancroft chuckled, but proceeded to let go of Makenna. He shoved her forward and into me. I caught her with one arm and continued to look at Bancroft while she coughed violently.

"Have fun, and we'll continue our conversation later." He winked once before leaving the room.

"Come on." I said, guiding her towards the door. "Why do you let him do that?"

"What can I do to stop it?" She asked hoarsely.

"Run. You're young, you can make a life on the ground." I said, pulling my arm from around her waist.

"And go where? There's no where that's safe from Bancroft." She spat, waving her hand. "The most I can do is shut up and let him have his way."

"Even if it means pain?" I asked, climbing into the air car behind her.

"I'll be in a lot more if I don't." She said, sitting next to me. "It's better to let them have their way."

"Them?" I asked, looking sideways at her. She didn't respond. "You mean, Bancroft isn't the only one?" I asked, ducking to look her in the face.

"Both of them." She said quietly.

"Miriam hurts you as well?" I asked.

"No, but she forces me. And, well, yes. She has laid a hand on me, but not anything like him." She snapped. I could feel the hatred pouring off of her.

We rode in silence the rest of the way to The Raven. I don't know why I'm helping her, but she just seemed too innocent and young for what is being done to her.