Chapter 2

I was picked up in one of the men's arms as they walked up the stairs and through a dark hallway. I felt so tired and sleepy, my eyes barely stayed open but I forced them to.

It would be too dangerous to sleep around these people.

I laid my head down at the indifferent mans shoulder as he took me through hall after hall turning through so many wide doors that I lost count after 13. It was a while later that the man put me down on my feet in front of a woman who was dressed like a maid.

She assessed me from head to toe and nodded at the men, who turned around and left quietly. I watched them walk away and as they shut the doors behind themselves, I turned to the lady in front of me.

She shocked me by bowing her head.

"Welcome to the nest, future donna."

I stared at her in confusion as she raised her head and held out her hand.

"I'm Sally and I am going to be responsible for your grooming."

I shook my head in response. My mother was the one who would groom me, not a random lady I met after being taken... my parents were probably already looking for me, they were going to find me really soon... so... so... there was no need for this woman to groom me.

"You aren't my mom."

She sighed before crouching down to be face to face with me as my started to fill.

"Yes, I'm not your mom Donna but it would benefit you if you forget about the life you've led up till now."

I shook my head again, taking a fearful step back and fisting my shaking hands by my sides,  my actions brought a frown to her forehead.

"I've been ordered by the boss to raise you in the most stern and strict environment possible, you must respect your husband and the boss. Any form of disrespect will be dealt with harshly, so for your own good, I suggest you quietly follow every instruction given to you."

I swallowed in fear, husband? I was only 8 years old, I didn't need to be married... and I wasn't old enough either... who would walk me down the aisle? My dad wasn't here.

"Now then, please follow me."

She held out her hand and I placed my own shaking one in hers. Fearing that the tall men in black would return and take me back to the cage. She led me out of the room and up another pair of stairs before making a few turns until we were greeted by a large white door.

She pressed a card attached to her dress against the small screen on the wall and door slid open. The light inside made me flinch and close my eyes. It was completely different here than back there, whereas that area was darker and gloomier, this was brighter and better and much much larger.

We stood in the middle of what looked like a throne room, but I knew from disney movies and the lack of a throne, that it wasn't one. Their were a few men who were standing around the room with guns in hand. They stood still like statues, only their eyes moved and followed our movements as I looked around and made eye contact with all of them.

Before turning my head abruptly as the sound of another door opening greeted my ears.

"Donna."

The woman beside me bowed, as another woman stepped through the doors. She was dressed in a gown that fell till her ankles, her black hair was up in a loose bun and a few strands fell around her face like a frame. A small smile was at her lips and it made her look nicer than everyone else around me.

"Sally."

She greeted the woman beside me before smiling at me warmly. I continued to stare at her blankly in confusion, her smile faltered at that before she sighed and knelt down before me.

"May I have a word with her, alone?"

The woman named sally was about to protest but with a pointed look from the Donna she nodded her head.

"Of course Donna."

The Donna held out her hand and I took it without hesitation. She smiled at me reassuringly and led me away from everyone else. It was after climbing another staircase that she opened a massive door and let me go inside first.

It was a bedroom, with off white walls and cream colored furniture. A huge bed lay in the middle and she gestured for me to sit on it. I did, with a little help from her. I couldn't help that I was tiny, my dad loved calling me pipsqueak. Always forgetting that my mother would be following him around the house after that and making him do all the chores since I always pretended to cry when he did that.

Mum knew I wasn't crying for real and so did dad and he even tried to protest several times but mum would just scold him and tell him to scrub the floors till they were sparkly. All the while, I would sit back and watch them with clear amusement.

Thinking about them made me sad, Was I never going to see them again?

I looked up to see the woman sitting down on a couch with her head in her hands.

"I'm so sorry about this child, but I'm completely helpless and can't do anything to help you escape."

I stared at her in shock and for the first time since I got here, felt the tears run down my cheeks.

"Will I ever see them again?"

She looked up at me as I hiccuped and tears filled her eyes as well. She looked like she was about to say something but thought better of it and just shook her head.

"W-Why am I here?"

I asked as the woman wiped her eyes before walking over to me and kneeling in front of me while taking a gentle hold of my hands between both of hers.

"I was brought here under similar conditions, they picked me up randomly one day and when i woke up, I was here ready to be wedded off to the future boss. I was a teen at that time and threw a fit trying to fight all the people off and tell them to take me home. But it made everything worse, I was forcefully married to their boss because he picked me out of all the other girls. But he was a monster, he was merciless, he killed without complaint and he never thought about the consequences. Somehow, he is still alive and because of his experience with me, I'm guessing he asked his men to pick up children so they would have already settled into the lifestyle till she turned eighteen."

I stared at her silently and sniffled as my tears fell down on our joined hands. She let go of my hands and cupped my face to wiped them away.

"I wish I could help you get out of here but there's no one who can help us, and if you get caught, he'll throw you to his men."

I swallowed before leaning into her arms as she hugged me and whispered comforting words while I whimpered silently.

"What happens when I turn 18?"

"You get married."

I froze before sighing and wrapping my arms around her.

"Is there no way for me to get out?"

She shook her head.

"None at all, but as long as you're here. I'll take it upon myself to train you, so you won't have to go through everything that they'll put you through otherwise."

I nodded my head and melted into her arms as she gently ran her fingers through my hair and held me tight, as if silently promising to protect me from whatever she went through.

"What are you supposed to train me for?"

"How to be a proper Donna, though I can assure you that Severus isn't going to be even half as bad as his father."

I sighed in relief before looking up curiously.

"Who's Severus?"

I asked in confusion.

She was about to answer but the door opened and the messy boy made an appearance. I pulled back from the Donna to glare at him and he stopped in his steps before closing the door behind himself.

"Him."

The donna answered and smiled at the boy before gesturing him closer, my glare turns to an angry pout as he stands a few feet away from us.

"I don't like him."

I mumbled to the Donna, who giggled in response.

"Looks like you're already on the bad side of your wife, Sevvy."

The boy frowned in return before turning to me and sighing.

"Its not my fault, she was the only one awake."

He responded, making me even more confused and angry than before.

"How old are you Sevvy?"

"Severus."

He corrects as I hide my evil smile in the Donna's shoulder, I could use that against him. Maybe, if I annoyed him enough, they wouldn't marry me to him and let me go.

"sevvy"

I giggle in response as his nose crinkled.

"I'm twelve."

He answered, frowning at me as I glared at him.

"I don't like him."

I muttered out loud, voicing my thoughts and letting them be known.

"Do I have to marry him?"

He looked to his mother in response, a clueless look settling on his face as she sighed and let me go.

"For now, that is what has been decided."

The Donna answered my question in his stead.

"If the order changes, then we'll get to know."

I nodded quietly as they both got serious looks on their faces and glared at the ceiling in silence.