It had been months since that fateful day Lucy was captured by the infamous vagabond Jesse J. Adler. Now settled in at the CrabHouse, it was only a few months before she had to say goodbye to her first friend, Blondie. Another two years went by before she was finally told she was to be moved to the Buckcherry located smack dab in the middle of Jesse's hideout. A place where the girls were exclusive to him and his gang and the main attraction of the party town as well as the alcohol that flooded the streets of drunken men almost every night. But soon... very soon was the Day of the Dead, a tradition had sprung up on this day for Jesse's huge g
"You think the Boss will like this one?" asked another one eagerly as he came out of the bushes.
"I think he'll do more then like her" replied the man holding Jane.
He spun her around and blindfolded her with one of his smelly scarfs. He picked her up and the other man grabbed her horse, who wasn't very happy about being man-handled. Jane could hear Ana rearing and whinning in a panic. Her heart was racing with excitement as she thought 'Is this really happening? I'm actually going to meet Jesse J.!' She could feel another man pull her up on his horse into his saddle with him and she was snapped out of her thoughts.
"Now you be a good gir
Skippy ran in front of him, going back into the hall and pointing into the corner where the two men were arguing, the one still having his pistol in her neck.
Jesse shoved past her through the doorway, as he entered the room two of his men followed swiftly behind him as he parted the crowd like a sea. Suddenly she saw one of the men thrown into the air against the wall; a gunshot told what happened next. The room was quiet. Curiosity got the best of her and she snuck around the crowd to see the drunk man originally holding Blondie, Jesse standing casually in front of him where the previous man had been. She could see Blondie was much more be
The night was easier then she thought it'd be, most definitely not as bad as her previous night with Mr. Adler. She woke up alone in the bed of one of the rooms she'd visited that night.
"There you are!" Blondie gasped swinging the door open. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" she said picking up clothes off the floor and throwing them up on the bed.
Lucy moaned and rolled over disturbed by the light that flooded into the room, "five more minutes' mom " then proceeded to eep as Blondie jumped onto the bed next to her. Giving up on sleeping she looked up at Blondie, "I take it you need something? Though I know my company is to die
Unlike the rest of the house, dull and simple, the dressing room was glamorous, unlike anything anyone had ever seen in their day in age. Racks upon racks of fancy dresses, lingerie, accessories, feathers, glitter all over the floor, rows of lit up makeup stations covered with enough makeup to last all the girls here nine lifetimes. There were girls fluttering about getting ready, dolled up for the night.
"Well this is it," Blondie said casually waving her hand as if introducing the room. Noticing the speechless look on Lucy's face, she didn't wait for an answer. "Ok so, go ahead and find a dress, I'm going to go help with Squeak. Meet me a
A few days passed and Lucy was still just hanging around the brothel like a visitor, skipping through the halls attempting not to get lost. She made her way through the golden halls as the sun poked its setting head through the windows in another gorgeous sunset. Lucy turned the corner into her room and, sitting on the bed next to hers was the crying girl. Her clothes ripped, eyes bloodshot, staring off into nothing like the soul had been ripped right out of her leaving just a vessel of a body.
Stopping short, she found herself not giggling at the sight like she thought she would. She cautiously walked over to her, before rubbing her back. S
It had been a long, three day ride out to Mexico, especially with a bag over your head, though it was much better with no dirt in your mouth. Again Lucy could feel the horses stop and the rider lift her up, though this time they carried her into a house, she could hear a door shut and lock behind her. Finally the bag was ripped off her head. She and another girl next to her sat tied in the foyer of a big busy brothel known as the CrabHouse.
The two girls were stripped of their clothing and put into simple white patched up dresses.
"Blondie!" one of the men started yelling in the bowels of the house, "Blondie! Get that sweet ass over here!"