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Chapter 4- ✰ Funds Bigger Than Her Ego ✰

"𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲...𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗢𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱."

Tags: Brothels, coercion, manipulation

~Your body buzzed violently. Angry bees seemed to shake under your skin, in your head. Blinking hurt. What had happened last night? Panic fell heavy into your chest. You were laying in the biggest bed you had ever seen, covered in warm, red sheets. This place was obviously not your bedroom.

Ambessa.

Oh god she had you in Piltover. She just took you?! You had to find a way back to the undercity. Was escaping her even possible? If you could make a plan, you could get out. Stumbling out the bed, you threw the curtains open. It didn't register at first. How do I get back to the Undercity? Then it hit you.

Oh my gosh. Oh no.

A horrific realization that felt bitter on your tongue came to you. You weren't in Piltover. The grey, industrial buildings that surrounded you spiked your anxiety. You examined the walls of the room, the floor, the decor.

You were in Noxus. Her home.

How?! How did she get you here that fast? It winded you to think how long you may have been passed out for. Correction, drugged and knocked unconscious by a seven foot, perverted psycho.

"Miss."

You whipped around in horror. Shrieking, you stumbled backwards and grabbed a lamp from the nightstand. The man stood unmoving, eyes closely watching your antics. His eyebrows raised as you lifted the lamp in some sort of pathetic self defense. Fear was stricken all over your face. You examined the man. He was just as intimidating as everything else in this place. He was surprisingly much taller than Ambessa. Nothing seemed to be bigger than Ambessa. His broad body covered in armor. His large, brown beard and mustache hiding his face. He held a large, menacing sword that only added to your fear. Your throat held a lump in it.

"Food is ready for you. Follow me."

Your stomach growled in response, but you weren't sure. He could leading you to a gruesome, slow death. Maybe you were the food. Maybe Ambessa would chop you up and serve you to all her rich friends and acquaintances. Rictus looked at your terrified face, slightly amused. You finally got the courage to speak.

"Where is Ambessa?"

Rictus cleared his throat. "Ms Medarda is currently away. She will return tonight."

You glared at him. "So she kidnapped me and now she doesn't even have decency to speak to me?" You were furious. How dare she?

Rictus' eyes stayed on you. He swallowed. "Ms Medarda has buisness to attend to. You will have enough time to speak to her."

You snarled. "I don't want yo talk to her, I want to kill her!" You whipped around, holding your head in your hands. This was the worst. It couldn't get any worse than this. Your head shot up in horror as you turned back towards Rictus. "Don't tell her I said that."

Rictus gave you a stale nod. "You have permission to visit the dining area. Please come."

He still stood there, unmoving. Even he seemed over this bullshit. At least she wasn't here, so you could eat somewhat in peace. Your body was still very much on edge. Ambessa wasn't the type of person for your to let your guard down around, even if she wasn't present.

"Alright." You looked up at him, eyes worried.

He nodded, heading towards the door. You meakly followed behind him. This place was severely massive. You had never seen anything like it. Even Piltover didn't seem this grand. Noxus made topside look like the Undercity. The ceilings seemed to go for miles. Red flags hung on different walls.

This place seemed to have everything. Giant, golden chandeliers, grand staircases at every turn, double doors leading into more giant rooms. Candles and lamps lighting up different corners of the room, a large animal print rug, and heavy furniture. There were many statues watching over the place. Gold and red scattered across palace, reflecting the royalty of the Medardas. The place felt warm at least. Still, It was large and bold, reflecting Ambessa and her personality. Everything around screamed royalty. You couldn't even imagine this place in your dreams. She was like...rich rich.

You frowned. This is what being a selfish warlord got you. Oh you hated her so bad. She embodied everything you despised. You sighed, angry and defeated. The two of you entered the dining room, which was of course like the rest of her house. A giant table spread through a large portion of the room, chairs surrounding it.

Rictus lead you to a spot, some sort of salad waiting for you. Your eyes twinkled at the sight. All it was was a simple salad, yet it's the best you've seen a meal look. It came with a side of chicken and a piece of bread. You quickly sat down, turning back to Rictus. "Thank you. Who should I thank for this meal?"

He looked at you. "You can thank Ms Medarda."

Your smile dropped. What a joke. You rolled your eyes. "No I mean like who made this, not who used their tons upon tons of money to pay someone else to make it."

Rictus stayed silent.

"Ugh fine. Tell her servants or her cooks or her personal chefs, thank you."

Rictus turned around, leaving you alone in the dining room. You scoffed. Thank her for what? She didn't do shit around this place. Some servant probably wiped her ass for her. Picking up your fork, you decided on taking what she gave you.

God, how did the lettuce even taste better? The bowl infront of you was empty before you could even think about what was happening. Nothing had fulfilled you like that. The chicken and bread satisfied just as well as the salad. Another luxury that added to the wound. Topside life really was that good. You couldn't say that you were angry at Ambessa for giving you this. That would be a lie. You had expected to be thrown into a dingy cell with barely any water. Instead, you had access to all of her luxuries. Well, almost all of her luxuries. You were kidnapped for God's sake. Getting too comfortable would be a big mistake. You figured you could leave after eating, as no one was really there to watch or guide you. You couldn't locate anywhere to put your dishes. It felt wrong to just leave your mess there, but she did have hundreds of servants. You figured someone would have to deal with it. It still felt incredibly wrong. Gosh you had no clue of the ways of the wealthy. With one last worried look at your dishes, you wandered out of the dining room.

You flinched as your eyes came in contact with Rictus. You two just looked at eachother.

He soon lead you back to your chambers without a word exchanged. Slumping in the bed seemed like the only option. Every drawer and closet had already been examined.

Worry weighed heavy on you. Every question possible seemed to pass through your mind. Ambessa was such an enigma. No decision of hers seemed to make sense. What was all of this for? You were a stripper and from the undercity. Everything seemed so wrong. Your worried thoughts dissapeared as you fell into slumber.

Soft knocks awoke you. "Come in." You shot up from the bed, completely forgetting your situation. The sight of Rictus eased your anxiety.

"Food is ready miss. Follow me."

Having dinner here sounded amazing. The softness of the blankets left your body as you headed towards him. Walking down the hall once more, you entered the dining room. Your eyes widened in horror. There was Ambessa, seated at the head of the table. Coincidentally, your plate was now moved two seats away from her. You couldn't move. Your captor sat, calm as could be, eating in your prison. Rictus' absence went unnoticed. Your body stayed in place, eyes focusing on her. A groan followed the sound of her fork hitting the plate.

"Are you going to sit? Or are you going to just watch me?"

You slowly approached your seat, her following eyes making you increasingly more uneasy. She went back to her plate after a long staring contest. You could only stare awkwardly at your plate. Hunger had since left you. Your mind wandered, soon to be snapped back to the sound of her footsteps coming to you. You panted, feeling her from behind.

"You haven't eaten a thing little lamb."

"Why am I here?"

"We'll talk once you finish your supper."

You felt like a child being reprimanded. A scowl crossed your face. You could hear a chuckle, her footsteps moving out of the dining room. Everything always felt so on edge. You didn't want to eat, you wanted to go home. Still you gave in.

You found her in her bedroom, resting on her bed. The air in the room was sucked up once you realized what she was wearing. An extremely, like very, see-through nightgown. Everything was on display to you. You tried your best to keep your eyes off breasts or her curls between her legs on display to the world.

"So you've met Rictus. Oh and you wanted to speak?"

She was ridiculous. It's like asking why you were kidnapped was an odd and annoying question.

"Why am I here?"

Ambessa's head tilted down, her eyes staying on yours. You couldnt stay focused on her, the anxiety of her almost nakedness still there. You should look in her eyes, show some sort of dominance. You just couldn't. She never seemed to get nervous or anxious and that annoyed you. Her body layed easily, legs resting apart. Her thick thighs, her muscular biceps, her heavy breasts, her chocolate skin, her strong hands-

"I payed for my time with you." Amusement crossed her face as anger crossed yours.

"This is ridiculous. I want to go home." Her huffed out laugh only angered you more.

"Go on home. Find your way back to the brothel and Malik. Im sure he'll be pleased to see you, knowing you left with me."

Malik. Would he know you were kidnapped? He would have to know, right? She had spoken to him. That was the only way she could have known his name. God only knows what she told him, what deal they made. Defeat weighed heavy on you. Staying here seemed to be the only option as of right now. You had to find out information, information on what she wanted, why she was doing this. You weren't sure if you wanted to know.

Down the hall, away from her, worry and sadness overcame you. The blankets hid your body, head buried beneath them. You could feel your throat tighten, and you were crying. Why was she doing this? You didn't want to know how far this would go, how far she would go. Your sobs turned into sniffes, then silence as you fell into slumber.

Whistling and halfway skipping, Malik drifted down the brothel hallway.

"Babette!"

Babette glanced at Malik in the doorway. She tried her best to keep a neutral face.

"They done yet?"

"Yeah they left a while ago. Um like Ambessa left first then she went home I think. They didn't leave together."

Malik grunted. "What's gotten up your ass?" He studied her face. Something was off. She was lying. "You sure she went home?"

Babette swallowed, keeping her gaze averted.

"Alright what's up?" Babette didn't respond, the ruffle of her papers filling the silence. "Where is she? What happened to them?"

"Malik I- I really can't say." Maliks head shook with frustration.

"Babette. Spit it out!" His hands came slamming down onto her desk, papers flying into every direction. She had to tell him. Malik wasn't the type to just let it go. He would want to know where his favorite went. She rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"Ms Medarda...took her."

"The hell do you mean took her? Like they just left together?"

Babette didn't want to tell him more. She felt trapped between a rock and a hard place. Owning this brothel would actually be the death of her.

"She took her. She went into the room... awake and she didn't come out that way."

Babette waited on Malik's explosion, but it never came. "I'm gonna call Cain."

"What are you going to do?"

Worry clawed at Babette. "We're taking a trip to topside. This bitch crossed the wrong man."

She quietly drifted towards you, watching your sleeping body. Snuggled in the thick blanket, your tear streaked face pulled at her heart. She brushed your hair out of your face, drifting her knuckles down your cheeks. You were so beautiful. Soon. Soon you would be content. Soon you would be greedy for her warmth and attention. Soon you would be begging her to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you. A kiss planted softly on your temple.

"Soon little lamb."~