<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/033/2/9/Insane_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Nionette Carter<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment 2B (Home of Nionette, Gabriel), the halls<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Gabriel, Peter (NPC), Anyone<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>:7(ish) A.M.<br/><hr/><br/><em>"Wait! Daddy! Stop! Please stop! You're hurting me!"</em>The tiny voice in the back of her mind plagued her as Nionette lay there on the mattress, deeply asleep as Gabriel came in and satisfied his needs with the accursed drug that they both had become hooked on. Her lips moved soundlessly now and then in response to the memories flooding her mind, but for now she made no sound. The memory<em>"I love you too, Daddy."</em>The quiver of pain in that young voice, the memory of laying there after the hours of being subjected to her father's inappropriate desires and fighting between the pains left behind by his much larger body and the knowledge that this was what was supposed to happen because they loved each other. Conditioned to accept the pain in the name of her unconditional love for her father, young Sascha hadn't had a clue what the truth of what was happening to her was.<br/><br/>The dream gave way, fading as the memory of a heavy body on top of her filtered slightly through her thoughts. A moment later, it was replaced with blessed inky blackness that lingered, wrapping itself around her like a soft, comfortable blanket. As it wrapped her up in its depths, Nionette fell still in her sleep, and as Gabriel sank the slender metal needle in to his vein, a light shine of sweat began to break out across her scalp and along her hair line, kept inconspicuous only by the fact that her hair was still wet from her shower.<em>"STAY OUT OF MY ROOM! I FUCKING HATE YOU YOU STUPID BITCH!"</em>Nette's voice again, older this time and raging with the anger only a girl in her early teens could manage, rang through her mind followed by the sound of shattering glass as the memory of hurling her mother's favorite vase from the table on the hallway at the far wall near the stairwell came back to her.<br/><br/>Her brows furrowing, Nette let out an uneven breath as she lay there but didn't move in an obvious enough sense to draw Gabriel's attention to her. Her fingers were trembling under the blanket, but no more than was normal, given the fact that she was always malnourished and just a little bit too thin. Her breathing still uneven, she rolled on to her stomach, the blanket falling away from her back and revealing the bruises and welts all over her shoulders and back. A tiny whimper left her in her sleep but she didn't make a sound otherwise, and Gabriel was too caught up in his current need to notice as her mind took her through more memories.<em>"Sascha, you will get your act together and you will do it <strong>now</strong> or I will have no choice but to send you to an all girl’s school."</em>Her mother's voice was angry but more worried than anything, and the worry reflected in her dark eyes as she tried to convince her daughter that shaping up and flying right was the way to go.<em>"You can't make me go anywhere!"</em>Sascha spat back spitefully.<em>"I can and I will. Don't push me! You've already gotten yourself in to too much trouble! You're going to end up pregnant at this rate and I won't let that happen!"</em>A brief pause as the two stared at each other before Sascha's quiet voice filtered through her memory, dripping with venom.<em>"Don't be mad at me just because you fucked so bad Daddy wouldn't stick around!"</em><br/><br/>The memory of her mother's palm impacting with her cheek was real enough to make Nionette whimper out loud, a look of pain and consternation on her face as she pressed her tingling cheek in to the mattress she lay upon. Gabriel shoved the board hiding his pleasure-bringing tools back in to place before he stood and left the room, humming. Nionette didn't stir.<em>"That's it. I'm going to go sign you up for the academy. You'll do better there. Maybe they can instill some respect in you."</em>The older woman's voice was laced with hurt and Sascha could see the tears in her eyes. Good. Someone else needed to hurt the way she was hurting. Deep down she knew it was her own fault her father had left. Her fault that he hadn't stuck around... she didn't love him well enough, obviously, or he would have stayed. As her mother turned to leave the room, the teenage girl made her way up the stairs and back to her bedroom, tears sliding down her own cheeks once she was out of sight of her mother. Her hand trembled on the banister as she climbed, and she slammed the door shut behind her, locking it and moving to fall face-first on to her bed.<br/><br/>Nionette groaned aloud, rolling over again as she trembled head to toe, a sheen of sweat having broken out over her entire body. Pain pulsed through her from the bruises and welts but still she didn't wake, kept trapped within the confines of her memories by her own exhaustion. A whimper sounded in the back of her throat, a bit louder than before.<em>"Where you headed sweetheart?"</em>The gruff trucker's voice called down from the cab as he looked over her small frame in the moonlight and the light of the occasional passing car.<em>"As far from here as possible."</em>She could see the way his eyes raked over the swells of her breasts in the thin tank top she wore.<em>"Well then... hop on up. I gotta stop for sleep soon, but you're welcome to ride along."</em>She climbed in to the cab, settled in to the seat next to him, and they made the trip to the nearest truck stop with only the sound of the truck's engine and the radio to fill the silence between them.<br/><br/>Nionette gasped and cried out softly in her sleep, still not loud enough to draw much attention to her as she lay there in the bedroom alone, her legs twitching now and then.<em>"Yeah, that's good little slut. Take my dick!"</em>The trucker pounded himself in to her as Sascha buried her face in the pillow she'd pulled down from the bed built in to the closed off area at the back of his truck's cab. His hand came down hard on her upturned backside and she squealed, making him laugh as he showed her small body no mercy, causing a mixture of pleasure and pain to course through her as he used and abused her small form for his pleasure. By the time he was done, her pussy was sore and her backside was a bright cherry red. Her scalp ached from him pulling on her hair, but they were both exhausted and he let her fall asleep on top of him, his cock still buried inside of her as they lay in the bunk of his cab. The next morning they woke and he made use of her one more time, blowing his load in her mouth when he was satisfied. From there, they set off from the truck stop and were on the road again, Sascha sleeping in the back while he drove.<br/><br/>Growing more and more agitated, Nionette's face was a mask of pain and fear, terrified cries ripped from her lips as she lay there, kicking and squirming, the blankets torn from her slender body and fully revealing the bruises and welts marring her skin.<em>"No! No, please! I don't want this!"</em>The sound of two male voices laughing at her as she was shoved back against a brick wall sent shivers of fear through Sascha's body as she struggled with them, trying to push them away. One of the officers brought his night stick up, catching her in the gut and knocking the wind out of her while his partner made quick work of her pants, beginning to tug them down over her hips. She coughed and sputtered, trying to cry out for help, but the same night stick that had struck her was wedged between her teeth, effectively gagging her as her panties were pulled down, exposing her holes as she was forced to face the wall. The press of a cock was felt against her puckered ass hole when suddenly a third voice filled the alley way, drowning out her whimpers and pained cries and the men's laughs.<br/><br/>"No... no, no... don't!" Nette panted in her sleep, cries leaving her still as she clawed at the mattress she lay upon.<em>"Hey Assholes! Get off of her you fucking pigs!"</em>All at once, Nionette was released and the alley was filled with the sounds of a struggle. Looking up just in time to see a young man squaring off with her would be rapists, she brought a hand up to touch the bruise rapidly forming on her jaw. In awe, she watched as he finally won the fight and slid something in to the men's hands before sending them on their way. A moment later and he was offering her a hand and a friendly smile.<em>"Hey, are you okay?"</em>he asked in a soft tone, and though she still trembled, Sascha let him help her to her feet where she righted her clothes while he turned his head to give her some privacy.<em>"Y-yeah... I think so..."</em>she sniffled.<br/><br/><em>"Nette! Hey, Nette! Wake up!"</em>her rescuer's lips didn't match his words and Sascha stared at him in confusion. Who was Nette?<br/><br/>Waking suddenly, Nette let out a loud gasp, her eyes flying open as she stared down at a confused, frightened face hovering above her. "Nette? You awake now?" Peter's young face was smudged with dirt, as it usually was. The boy was only 13... one of the youngest members of the row, living there with his father instead of going in to the system.<br/><br/>"Whu...?" Nette got out, trying to surface from her sleep.<br/><br/>"You were having a nightmare again. Should I go get Gabe? I think I saw him earlier..."<br/><br/>"No!" Nette gasped quickly. "I mean... no. No, I'm fine." She forced herself to sit, looking down at her shaking hands and feeling the way her body seemed to fluctuate rapidly between hot and cold. No... Gabe was the last person she needed to see right then. As the withdrawals hit her hard, she closed her eyes and brought a hand to her forehead, rubbing at it slightly. "I'll be fine Peter... go find your dad. He's probably looking for you."<br/><br/>"Well... okay... if you're sure..." Peter didn't sound convinced as he looked at her doubtfully, taking in the bruises all over her.<br/><br/>"I'm sure. Go on."<br/><br/>When Peter left the room, Nette reached for the broken basket holding her clothes in the corner. After a moment, she produced a long sleeved turtleneck and jeans, ignoring the heat of summer around her. She needed a fix... she needed to make the memories go away. She needed to find Kale. Pulling out a small wad of bills, she shoved them in to her pocket and shoved her feet in to a pair of beaten up converse shoes as she left her room, attempting to see past the throbbing in her temples that made the room keep tilting wildly from one side to the other.<br/><br/>Little did she know she was headed in exactly the same direction Gabriel had. Folding her arms to hide the shaking in her hands, she brought one hand up and chewed on her thumb nail as she walked, intent on getting to where Kale usually did business.