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Time passed. Snow fell outside Paulina’s prison, melted, and revealed green grass, flowers, and a fresh, springy smell in the air outside. The fireplace was put into retirement, the clothes given to Paulina to wear were more revealing, and things within the house remained relatively consistent. Beatings, rape, foreign language, and mind games were a part of life that, although she hated to admit it, Paulina had become accustomed to. It wasn’t enjoyable by any means, but it was the new norm.

“Wake up, Paulina.” The girl opened her eyes to a tall, thin, bespectacled man, only a few years older than herself, standing over her bed. “Paulina,” he repeated when she closed her eyes and stretched.

“I’m getting up, Mikey. Jesus, give me a minute.” Another thing had changed with the weather: Paulina was no longer so quiet and reserved as she had been upon first arriving in Hell. She’d learned that, to survive, she’d need to let her voice be heard and assert herself, to a degree. If she got too brave, she’d be punished.

“I don’t have to give you shit. Come on, you actually have to do stuff today, you lazy sack of shit.” Mikey looked around at the room, slightly messed with scattered clothes and assorted objects, a disgusted look on his face. “And you need to tidy this room when you get back. It’s filthy, swine.”

“Don’t call me that,” Paulina mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the side of her face. She tried, and failed, to stifle a yawn, stretching one arm over her head. Suddenly, she was yanked up by the hair, her tresses clutched in Mikey’s fist.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Well, I’m awake now,” Paulina spat bitterly, swatting him away. He let go, pushing her towards her closet.

“Just get dressed.”

“There’s nothing in here,” Paulina said, opening the closet door and stepping aside to show that it was bare.

“Gerard!” Mikey yelled, storming out of the room. “You said you put clothes for today in the bitch’s closet!”

“Oh, go fuck yourself,” Paulina murmured through another yawn once Mikey was gone. She sat back on the bed, massaging her scalp sourly. “Come here, Algernon,” she cooed when she spotted her rabbit hopping close to the bed.

Within seconds, the two brothers were reentering the room, and Algernon hopped away in fright. Even he had learned early on to scram when any of the men were around.

“Don’t call my sweet little slut a bitch, Mikey,” Gerard cooed, grabbing Paulina’s face so that her lips puckered out. He quickly pecked her lips with his own, letting go when she squirmed out of his grip and standing up. “How are you this morning, ma chérie?”

“I’ve certainly been better,” Paulina said dryly, glaring at the dark-haired man standing before her with a large, sadistic grin.

“You see how much she complains?” Mikey said, throwing open the doors of the empty closet. “Anyway, you didn’t put clothes in here, and you told me you had.”

“Top shelf, all the way to the left.” Gerard said, not taking his eyes off of Paulina. He ran a gentle finger down the bridge of her nose, which wrinkled in disgust.

“Always making things difficult, aren’t you, Gerard?” Mikey muttered sourly, reaching as high as he could to get to the clothes sitting on the shelf.

“That’s what I’m here for, mon petit frère.” Gerard sat down beside Paulina on the bed, forcing her to turn her back to him and pulling her against his chest. He stroked her hair and moved it away, kissing the back of her neck slowly.

“Gerard, let the girl dress,” Mikey said lazily. Paulina pushed the older man away, huffing and standing up to join Mikey at the closet. He handed her some clothes that he’d pulled out and pushed her. “Hurry up. You still need to eat and practice before you leave.”

“Just let me skip practice,” Paulina said, facing the wall so that her back was to the two brothers, beginning to change. She pulled her pajama top over her head, dropping it on the floor at her feet and pulling on the bra and white, v-neck shirt that Mikey had given her. “It’s not like it really matters.”

“You know, some people value having some semblance of culture about them,” Mikey reprimanded, rolling his eyes and taking a seat beside Gerard on the bed. “Talent is also valued in this world, but at the rate you’re going, let’s just concentrate on the culture part, for now.” Gerard chuckled.

“Oh, bite me,” Paulina said, shedding her pajama bottoms and stepping into a pair of shorts. She felt sharp, little teeth sink into the flesh of her left hip. She jumped, nearly kneeing Gerard in the face, his wicked grin widening as he retreated back to the bed. “Ow! The fuck is wrong with you, you little freak…” she murmured, rubbing her injured side.

“Was that a question?” Mikey asked warningly.

“No,” Paulina spat, pulling the shorts up and trying to button them. She pulled and yanked, but no amount of force would bring the flaps together, at least not comfortably. “They’re…too tight,” she said, furrowing her brow.

“God damn--another pair of shorts, Paulina?” Mikey asked in an exasperated tone, standing and walking to the closet to rifle around to see if there were any clothes he’d missed. It had been nearly six months since Paulina’s arrival, and in that time, she’d managed to fill out her figure some. How, she wasn’t certain. “Stop gaining weight, fatty,”

She sighed, just as frustrated as Mikey, as she was always blamed for everything that went wrong. “Maybe I would if you’d all stop making me eat so damn much,” she huffed, pushing the shorts back down her legs, nearly taking the lace underwear down as well in her anger. Mikey barked out laughter from inside the closet.

“We feed you child-sized portions three times a day. If this is the first time you’re eating a normal diet, then it’s no wonder you’re fattening up.”

“I am not fat!”

“Stay here, Gerard,” Mikey said, not acknowledging that Paulina had spoken. “I’ve got to go look for a size four, because Ms. Piggy here seems to be tipping the scales. Goodbye, sweet size-two,” he added nastily, walking out and leaving a very angry Paulina alone with Gerard.

“I’m not fat,” she repeated in a low, stubborn murmur. She snapped around to look at Gerard, giving him a good, long glare when he opened his mouth to speak.

“You know, Paulina, it’s good that you’ve been gaining weight. I’ve noticed that I enjoy making love to you more with a bit more of you to grab.”

“Oh, don’t call it that,” she sighed, walking over to where Al was quivering in corner, coaxing him closer with an outstretched hand and softly murmured words.

“Would prefer I be more blunt? I like having more of you to grab when I fuck your sweet--”

“Maybe call it what it is,” Paulina interrupted. “Rape.” She picked up her pet and stood, clad in only her shirt, in front of Gerard, petting the tiny animal and giving a reprimanding look.

“Oh,” he said, undaunted. “Ma chérie, it’s only rape si vous n'avez pas en profiter.” He winked, and it made Paulina scowl.

“I assure you, I don’t.”

“It’s alright, love. I know you’re only saying that to make it excitant for me.” He held out his hand for her to take, which she blatantly refused, and then threw his head back and cackled. “You’re playing hard-to-get!” he told her, making Paulina roll her eyes and sigh, taking a seat beside him on the bed.

“You’re insane,” she informed him, scratching Algernon behind his long ears. Mikey walked back into the room, carrying a pair of shorts that was nearly identical to the last pair, except a bit bigger. “Those are certainly too big,” Paulina said, looking at the garments.

“I think you’re over-remembering your former size, Paulina,” Mikey said, thrusting the shorts into her arms. “Now hurry up. We’re already behind schedule because your fat ass needed bigger clothes.”

“I am not fat, Michael!” Paulina said, clutching the shorts tightly, wanting to hit him with them.

“That’s Mikey to you, wide-load. Get dressed and let’s go.”

So...I was hoping to get this up before the new year, but that didn't happen. And then, I wanted to get it up before I went back to school...Nope...So this was the earliest I could get this out. Whatchoo think? Yea or nay on the time-jump? You know we had to get somewhere in the story, and I couldn't just keep going day-by-day, hour-by-hour. It would have been only a few days passing in the course of 20 chapters...Oh, wait...;] Anyway. I know I'm gonna get a lot of "Mikey's so mean!" kinda comments, but that's Mikey for you. So, sorry for all you Mikey-lovers. Anywho...That'll be all for now, kids. Hope you had a great New Year (did anyone catch MyChem on Carson Daly? I died.), and please go comment and rate, subscribing if you haven't. Okay. OverAndOutxx