Here we go. I again would like to apologize for how long Pity Party took. What did you guys think of it? Was it good, was it bad? I wanna know!

And I think you guys will be happy to know I already have a bunch of future chapters written out so besides a few of them, updates won't take long. And One of these chapters I just happen to have already finished is the smut. You're welcome.

Jk the smut scene is really bad so don't expect much. Besides I have no experience whatsoever so meh...

Anyways, onto the story!

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It's been two days since my disastrous birthday party.

I still can't believe I freaked out the way that I did. It wasn't completely over the top considering how fucked up my life is, but damn! That was the craziest thing I had ever done in my life.

I spent the next two days just mulling over it and feeling weird. Johnny tried to call me and talk to me, but I wouldn't answer any of his calls.

He was probably confused, but I would just tell him at school that I didn't want to be around him anymore. If he had that effect on me, I wasn't so sure the relationship was good for me.

So I was breaking it off. I was done. So done.

I didn't actually want to get up and go to school today though. Maybe I should ditch. Or at least just wait a while before I actually drag myself out of bed and go.

Sighing, I decide on the second choice and snuggle into my bed. It was completely bare of any stuffed animals and wasn't as warm and cuddly as usual. All of them had been destroyed and I really miss them. What would I do without my teddies? They made me feel safe at night when I was all alone.

I needed something, I couldn't handle the night on my own.

Perhaps I could go buy some new ones today before I go to school. The mall would be open and I could just try to at least buy a few. I really didn't want to spend another night all alone without my teddies to keep me safe.

( can we just take the time to appreciate how adorable this is)

After laying down and just doing nothing for a few minutes, I got up and checked the time on my phone.

It was still an hour and a half before school would start so if I hurried, I could make it on time. I got out of bed and got ready to leave.

I changed into a fuzzy white spaghetti strap crop top with pink hearts and a matching skirt under a cropped pink leather jacket. My shoes were white platform heels with pink ruffle socks. I decided to dye my hair again to get rid of the awful memory of my birthday. Now, the left side was blonde instead of bluish-purple.

Once I had deemed myself okay to leave the house, I made my departure and made my way to the mall. Maybe I should buy a car already. This freaking twenty minute walk has me all fucked up right now.

I really should make an effort to work out more, but let's be honest, I won't.

I almost collapsed from exhaustion when I finally got to the mall. My legs were killing me, but I still dragged my feet inside and made a beeline for the children's toy store on the second floor. Thankfully, there was an escalator so I could give my legs a small break. When I spotted the store, I was happy to see that they had just recently began opening up so not many people would be here.

With a small amount of pep in my step, I waltzed inside and smiled when I saw all of the new toys.

Sadly though, I couldn't buy whole entire store and apparently, stealing is illegal.

I've got this whole place memorized and easily found the section with all of the stuffed animals and dolls and such. They were all so cute! Why can't I just have all of them?

I picked out five of them which included a giant dark brown teddy bear bigger than me, a little white bunny with a light pink bow, one panda plushie, a tiger that was about half my size, and a stuffed dog. All of them together was almost fifty dollars but it was totally worth it.

A big smile was latched onto my face as I exit the store, waving goodbye to Stella, the cashier. Since I've spent a lot of time in that store, I knew almost all of the employees.

My stomach growled lightly and reminded me that I hadn't eaten breakfast yet. I looked around and smiled when I saw the Cinnabon on the other side of the mall.

Yay! Cinnamon rolls for breakfast!

I power walked over there, trying my best not to fall over with my heels and the three bags of stuffed animals in my hands. Somehow, I managed to not tumble to the floor as I approached the Cinnabon.

There was a small line so I would have to wait. I shifted one of the bags to my other hand and grabbed my phone out of my pocket, turning it on.

School starts at 8:15 and it is 7:45. I had time to grab a bite and then head over to hell.

The person in front of me stepped up and I moved along with them, sliding my phone back into my jacket pocket.

Only three more people than I can get my food and leave. I waited about five minutes before I finally stepped up to the counter. The guy was probably two or three years older than me and looked like he would rather be checking a dictionary for spelling errors than be here.

"Hello. Welcome to Cinnabon, may I take your order." He said in the most monotone ever.

I cleared my throat slightly. "Can I just have one cinnamon bun, please?" I ask.

He sighs and rolls his eyes, taking the five dollar bill I held out. He gave me my change and a receipt. I walked off to the side so the next person could order and waited for my cinnamon bun.

Once he couldn't see me, I rolled my own eyes and glared at the side of his head. He didn't have to be such a bitch about the whole thing. So what if you're having a bad day? You probably didn't tear your house apart because of how upset you were.

I cringed slightly as I remembered the events of yesterday. What on Earth was wrong with me?

Was I insane? All of that pent up frustration just completely flowed from me like some sort of waterfall. I'd never considered myself normal but I lost my fucking mind!

That was definitely not normal.

"Ma'm? Ma'm?!"

I snapped out of my trance and looked up to see the guy with attitude holding the bag with my order in it. He was glaring at me and I snatched the bag out of his hand.

I did not need his bullshit right now.

With a humph, I turned and walked away, plopping down in one of the tables in the food center. Angrily, I took my cinnamon bun out of the bag and took a bite out of it.

Holy hell, I always forget how good these things are.

The service may have been bad, but the quality more than makes up for it.

It's too bad I only bought one because I finished it in just a few bites. A sad frown on my face, I threw away my trash and checked my phone.

Only 7:52. I still have time to get to school and not be late if I hurry.

I began speed walking away towards the parking lot to avoid the rush of people. Most of the time, adults came at this time since there were no teenagers around. It was always crowded so the parking lot was usually empty and much faster.

It was a short walk that took about two minutes before I reached the second floor parking lot. All I had to do was walk down the stairs and then school was only fifteen minutes away.

Maybe after school, I would look more into finally getting my license and a car. But for now, I would have to rely on my feet to get from point A to point B.

Sighing, I better adjusted the bags so the weight was evenly divided.

The low hum of a car starting reached my ears, but I shook it off. Someone was probably about to leave or they just showed up. Nothing to be concerned about.

Despite knowing I was fine, I felt a chill run down my spine. I just had a bad feeling.

I heard the sound of a car again and turned to see a white van pulling out of a parking spot.

The bad feeling in my stomach got even worse. I wasn't really one for stereotypes, but I really didn't feel like being in an empty parking lot with just some random white van.

I added a burst of speed to my step and the car's engine got louder. Like it was getting faster.

My eyes widened and my feet started to pick up even more speed. This was really, really creepy.

It was than that the engine roared and when I turned, I saw that it was speeding and heading directly for me.

Teddy Bears be damned! I dropped everything in my hands and started sprinting.

The car chased me as I made a dash for the stairs. I heard the car door open and my heart stopped when I heard feet hitting the floor. Feet that were definitely not mine.

"Hurry up and grab her!" A voice shouted and several pairs of footsteps came towards me.

They were much faster than me and caught up to me in only a matter of seconds. One of them grabbed my arms and pushed me down to the floor. I scrambled to shove them off of me and tried to run, but I didn't get very far when they yanked me back by my hair.

"Let go of me!" I shouted, tears stinging my eyes. They pinned my arms behind my back and forced me to my knees so I couldn't try to run again.

One of them clamped a hand over my mouth as the car pulled up right next to us. My muffled yells rang in my ears as I tried to squirm away from their grip. A man stepped out all dressed in black except for a red beanie which covered his hair.

The second his piercing red eyes met mine, all of my screams died in my throat. A chill traveled through my bones as he slowly approached me, some sort of wet wipe in his hands. My eyes widened and I whimpered as I leaned away from him.

With the speed of light, the hand over my mouth was replaced by the wipe and I felt my eyelids start to grow heavy. (dirtysoul)

I tried my best to not succumb to these awful men, but I couldn't fight it off for long. I slumped over in an unconscious heap, those cold ruby red eyes the last thing I saw before complete darkness.

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What happened?

That was the first thought I had once my eyes opened. There was a vigorous pounding in my head and I winced, bringing up my hand to cradle my throbbing head.

Except I couldn't because my arms were held back.

My eyes widened as I turned my head from side to side frantically.

Where on earth am I?!

I wanted to scream, but then I realized that there was tape over my mouth.

Memories flashed through my mind as I remembered being attacked in the parking lot and knocked out by a group of men. One particular image of unblinking, glowing red eyes made my already, through the roof fear skyrocket even more.

I got freaking kidnapped! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!

What am I gonna do? I'm going to get killed by some gang bangers because I was a total idiot and decided it was a good idea to leave through the parking lot which was empty instead of the front of the mall where there were lots of people and potential witnesses.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

It was then that I heard the click of a lock and looked up to see the heavy metal door in front of me slowly creaking open. A man stood on the other side with an evil smile.

"Hey, hot stuff, the boss wants to see you." He said as he leaned forward. He began to undo the chains binding my hands behind me and yanked me to my feet harshly. The previous chains were replaced handcuffs as the man tugged me out of whatever room I had just been in and out into a hallway.

I made an effort to memorize the turns and hallways so that if I got a chance to run at any time, I would know where I was going.

A muffled yelp escaped my lips when I felt a hand travel down to my ass. I whipped around and saw some guy who was probably in his late teens looking all smug as he high-fived the guy walking right next to him. I sent him a glare and mentally cursed him since I couldn't scream and shout profanities at him with this tape over my mouth.

The same thing happened at least twenty more times before we finally came to a stop in front of a pitch black door with weird symbols on it. They were red, white, and black and all small, circular shaped things with patterns on them.

The man knocked twice and after a few seconds, he entered, dragging me after him. I stumbled into the room as the door shut loudly behind him.

I stared at the black chair behind the desk at the other side of the room. It was facing away from us and the man beside me cleared his throat.

Slowly, the chair turned and horror consumed me as I saw those cold, red eyes again.

I wanted to scream and run away, but I was paralyzed in fear. All I could see were his eyes because the rest of his face was covered by a black ski mask.

"Hey, Blurryface. Brought you the new girl like you asked." The man said, nudging me forward harshly. I nearly fell over in my heels, but steadied myself. I didn't want this guy, whoever he was, to see me look weak.

I had to show him that he didn't intimidate me.

Even though it was a total lie. Just looking into his eyes made me want to roll into a ball and sit in a corner and cry about all of life's problems.

I stood up straighter and hardened my expression, glaring at him.

"Great work, thanks. I've been wanting to speak with this one." His deep voice made me flinch. It was almost unrealistic how low-pitched it was.

"I can see why. She's gonna make us lots of money." The man commented and I whipped around to stare at him.

What did he mean make them lots of money?

"Definitely. You wouldn't believe the amount of bids that have already been placed on her and she's only been here for three hours. We're gonna have to set her price way higher than the others." The masked man spoke.

I was getting angrier by the second. What the hell were they talking about?! People are placing bids on me? I have a higher price than the others?

The red-eyed man seemed to have read my mind which I didn't doubt with his soul piercing gaze.

"Hello, Melanie. My name is Blurryface and this is your new home." He said with a smug smile as he rose from his seat only to sit on the corner of his desk.

I shifted uncomfortably. How did he know my name?

"I can see you're a bit confused. Well, I'll just give you a quick review. You see, this is my business. I makes lots of money of off lots of girls by selling them off to men. And you, my friend, have become a customer favorite."

It was than that the man ripped the piece of tape off of my mouth and I screamed in pain. I clamped my hand over my mouth to muffle it, but it was too late. You could already hear my shriek of agony.

Once I got myself back together, I narrowed my eyes at both the man behind me and the Satan wannabe in front of me.

"I am not your friend." I spat bitterly, glaring at him. I tried to ignore the rest of what he said because I could already feel the stinging of tears in my eyes. He was going to sell me to some guy to pleasure him?!

Is this a nightmare? Because I definitely don't like it. Not one bit.

He gave a soft chuckle and I immediately lost all the fake nerve I had built up. "You don't have to be, I have no sort of emotional attachment to you. All you are is a product, a product that's making me rich." That stupid smirk! I just wanted to tear his face apart!

His cocky grin widened as I didn't say anything. "I do suggest, however, that you do not make me angry. I'm a very powerful man with lots of connections. If I want you dead, all I have to do is snap my fingers, and boom! A bullet in your head." He explained simply and I flinched when he shouted 'boom'.

"Anyways, I usually don't speak to the products seeing as how they are not worthy of my attention, but because you have already become a customer favorite, I've made an exception for you."

Was I supposed to be happy about that?

I rose a brow and he got off the desk, striding over to me and the man. "I can already tell you're gonna be a little harder to crack than the others." He commented, stroking his chin as if in thought. "You might just want to give up now. I will break you. I've never failed to make even the bravest of souls cower in fear at simply the thought of me."

Chills ran down my spine and I gulped nervously. My poker face was wavering and my bottom lip was starting to tremble. He noticed this and smiled before looking up to meet the eyes of the man.

"Take her back to her cell." He ordered simply, walking back over to his desk and sitting down.

The man nodded and tugged me after him, back out into the hallway.

Paying extra attention really payed off because I knew some of the turns and stuff. All I had to do was find a window and I could get the hell out of here.

My eyes searched around anxiously for anything that seemed to lead to some sort of exit or escape. Finally, I saw it. It took a minute or two but I found it.

A window. As we passed one corner, I saw it out of the corner of my eye. If I could manage to get away from this guy, I was free. There was no one else nearby at the moment, all I needed to do was get him away from me.

I formulated a plan as quick as possible and before I could overthink it, I slammed my elbow into the guys stomach with brutal force. He doubled over, groaning in pain and I didn't waste a second with snatching my hands away from his and sprinting back down to where I had seen the window.

He yelled out and I heard footsteps starting to come towards the scene. I increased my speed and almost bashed into the wall with how sharp my turn was.

Just when I was about to try to reach up and climb through the window, I heard footsteps only a few feet away from me. I turned my head and my eyes widened in fear as I saw Blurryface with five other men beside him, including the one I'd just escaped. He was still holding his stomach in pain, but now he stood up a little bit straighter.

I turned back to the window and was about to reach for it before they could grab me, but it was too late. My opportunity was lost as they snatched me away and threw me to the floor. Tears started flowing before I could stop them as they held me down.

"Only one minute and 26 seconds. I believe that is a new record." Blurryface said in a mocking tone as he walked over to us. I glared at him through my tears and he only smirked.

"I'm somewhat impressed. Gavin is one of my best crew members and is actually my best friend." He said with a sigh as he turned towards the man who had previously had me in chains.

"This little girl in pigtails did enough damage to distract you and almost escape?" He asked in disbelief. Gavin's face turned red and he looked down in embarrassment.

"What a shame..." Blurryface muttered as he reached into his pocket.

"Wait, wait, wait..." Gavin's eyes widened as Blurryface cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.

He didn't even get the chance to scream before the bullet pierced through his skull.

I watched in horror as Blurryface didn't even flinch. He simply placed his gun back into his pocket and turned towards me, no expression on his face whatsoever. My lip curled in disgust as I glared at him.

"Put her in the special cell. She's on punishment for a week." He began walking back to wherever his office was.

Did he not care that he had just killed his own supposed best friend?

"What is wrong with you? Don't you have any sort of heart at all?" I shout and he falters slightly in his step.

He turned his head towards me and smirks. "Nice try. But I stopped caring what people think a long time ago."

And with that, he left as the guards brought me to my feet and started walking me towards my cell.

Angry tears rolled down my cheeks as I frowned and glared at nothing in particular.

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Guys I know it's short and kinda bad but I didn't think it needed to be dragged on anyway. Maybe it's crappy but I can fix it later.

Keep an eye out for the next chapter because it's already written and just needs a title.

Suggestions are welcome and well appreciated. The only rule is that it has to be a Panic! At the Disco, Melanie Martinez, Twenty Øne Piløts, or Fall Out Boy song and it CANNOT BE MILK & COOKIES!

I'm sorry, I love the song too but that's the only song by Melanie that is completely denied. Any other song is accepted as long as it fits the plot for the next story which I will decide if it does.