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The Price of Fame (Cryptogoth[FM] & A Gilt Clochard)

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A Gilt Clochard

Super-Earth
Joined
May 24, 2010
Katherine's heels clacked against the concrete floor of the parking garage. She was leaving one of the hottest parties in the city, parting ways with the other celebrities and heiresses. She was completely smashed, but that didn't stop her from fumbling her keys out of her pocket on her way to her car.

Her highlighted brown curls bobbed as she walked, swaying on her designer three-inch heels. Her silvery skirt stopped just a little shorter than necessary, showing off her long legs, and her low-cut blouse revealed breasts that might have been fake, considering her wealth, but weren't. Arriving at her car, she dropped her keys and let out a groan, stooping low to get them. As she stood, she heard a shuffle behind her, but before she could react, she was grabbed from behind and knocked out with chloroform.

The following morning, the news was buzzing with her disappearance, newscasters announcing her last known whereabouts, photos of the heiress-socialite at the party, video surveillance of her leaving the club, and then... nothing. Announcers speculated into where she could have gone, and whether it had anything to do with the spate of disappearances and kidnappings plaguing the downtown area.

When Katherine awoke, though, there was no speculating where she was or what had happened. A group of men kept her chained separate from a pen of other girls. They kept telling her what a special catch she was, and how much people would be willing to pay for her. Some of them described the varied disgusting things they wanted to do to her, but wouldn't because they didn't want to "damage the goods."

That didn't keep her from mistreatment, though. Stripped of everything but her heels, she was left chained to a wall in the staff area of the auction house. Passing employees would touch her, pinch her, pat her, and spank her, ensuring she never got a moment's rest from their attentions. By the time she was taken to auction, she had been harassed to breaking, was tired and worn, felt abused and neglected... As she was hauled in chains to the auctioneer's podium, she could barely stand. They looped the chain from her hands to the top of a post, and her body sagged from it, too feeble to sustain herself. She didn't even hear the auctioneer, she was so fatigued, so she didn't know how very high a price she had been sold for.

Unchained from the post, she was hauled back out to where she had been before, awaiting pickup from the man who had paid so high a price for her.
 
Mikhail had been deeply shocked by the disappearance of the love of his life, Katherine. He thought that somebody must have taken her, and for the next few days it was hard for him to sleep. He would never be able to meet her, he thought. His chances were always slim, he knew, but they were nothing if she was gone. He thought about her dying not knowing somebody deeply loved her, and the thought depressed him.

A few days after her disappearance, he received a call. What he was told, shocked him. Katherine was going to be sold, as a sex slave. The news gave him hope, despite how shocking it was. He could save her. Mikhail was the son of Russian billionaires. He had spent most of his life in the United States. He didn't even have an accent. He had enough money, to buy Katherine at the auction. He didn't know how much money the other people there would have, but he thought he had a good chance of out-bidding them.

He arrived at the location, where the auction would be held. He brought a bag with him, containing plenty of money in cash, since payment was cash-only, as he had been told. Also in the bag, was a bath robe, since he had been told that the girls who were to be sold off were stripped of their clothing. Once she was free, he would give her that to wear. Katherine was brought out, and the bidding began. It was near the end of the auction, and many of the other people there had spent their money on other girls. Mikhail had some fierce opponents, but eventually he came out on top. He was excited - he had saved the love of his life from a terrible fate of sex slavery.

Katherine was taken away, and Mikhail was forced to wait until the end of the auction. When it was over, he payed, and he was taken to where Katherine was being held. She was on the ground, with her legs chained. After the man who had accompanied him unlocked her restraints, Mikhail took out the bathrobe, handing it down to her. "Put this on," He said, with a smile, "I'm going to get you out of here."
 
As Mikhail held out the robe, she couldn't help but notice the fine quality and the designer's label in the back. Despite everything that had happened over the past few days, she couldn't help the years of buying designer-only clothes and accessories that had trained her eye to notice such things. She almost fell into the robe, she felt so abused. Katherine slipped her arms through the sleeves, tying the belt carefully, glad to have something warm and soft instead of cold and concrete against her skin.

"Thank you," she whispered, unsure if she should speak to him at all or not. She was grateful that he was being so kind, bringing her something to wear and smiling at her. She proffered him a weak smile and followed.
 
He helped Katherine out of that place. It was dark, and not in a very nice area despite how wealthy the people at the event were. "I knew you were here," He said to her, trying not to stutter or seem nervous. He was closer to Katherine than he thought he would ever be - and he even got to see her naked, even though it was under very unfortunate circumstances. He walked her to his car, and opened the door to the back seat. "I'm going to take you home, alright? ," He said. Home meaning his home, of course.
 
Katherine collapsed into the back seat, almost weeping as he said that. Someone cared enough about her to buy her and take her back to her family... Maybe they even sent him to ransom her from the auction house after they found out where she was! It was all too good to be true. Katherine loosely buckled herself in to the seat, laying own across the back row, enjoying the eel of the seat under her, so different from how she had spent the last days, and so similar to how things had been before. It was comforting.

As he got into the driver's seat, she spoke quietly, "Thank you for getting me. Did Mom or Dad hire you to get me? Not that it matters... I guess it's just better knowing I'm not staying there, and that I'm almost home."

A tear slid down her cheek, and she curled comfortably into the back seat, falling asleep.
 
Mikhail tensed up when she asked that. "Not exactly," He said. As he pulled out into the street, he looked back at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. He hoped that she had fallen asleep, before he said that her parents didn't send him. He smiled, looking at her in his rear-view mirror, and then drove back home. He lived in a wealthy part of the city, where he lived in seclusion despite having neighbors all around him. When he parked in the driveway, he looked back at Katherine, and said lightly, "Hey, get up."
 
Katherine inhaled as she awoke, breathing deep, the calm feeling of relief sweeping over her again as she remembered her rescuer. She sat up, stretching and rubbing her eyes with a yawn.

When she opened her eyes, she looked out the window, and a look of confusion passed her face for just a moment before she asked, "Shit, are we really that far from home? How far did they take me?"

She opened the car door to get out. Still thinking her parents had sent him, she assumed that this was a stopover in her return home, that perhaps she had been kidnapped and whisked away too far to make it back in one night. After all, she did not know how long she had been out...
 
He lived somewhat far from where Katherine lived, but it wasn't anything more than a half-hour drive. "Uh - not really," He said, and walked with her to the front door. He walked inside his mansion, inviting her to come inside. "I'll make you something to eat," He said, "The bathroom is down the hall, over there - if you'd like to take a shower, or something." He pointed towards the living room, which was just beyond a wide, open doorway. There was another doorway, in the living room. It led to a hallway, where the bathroom was - one of them, anyways. "I'll get you some clothes to change into," He said. He looked at her, and smiled before walking into the kitchen. He had the feeling of butterflies in his stomach, from the fact that Katherine was in his home. He was excited - he hoped to let her know how he felt, and he almost didn't want her to leave.
 
Katherine took his direction, heading down the hall and into the luxurious bathroom. Stripping clear of the bathrobe, she stepped into the shower, and began scrubbing every inch of her skin in an attempt to rid herself of the place she had been held. Now that she had soap and water, she kept feeling like she couldn't get clean enough.

So, when she finally stepped out of the shower, she was immaculately clean, shaven, and pink from where she had scrubbed. Wrapping the towel around herself, she cracked open the door, steam billowing out of the bathroom, "Hey, do you have those clothes?"
 
Mikhail wasn't much of a cook, but he managed to make something for her - he made a sandwich, and a salad, which he set down on the table in the kitchen. He then went into his room, to find her something to wear. He knew he had to set up the guest room for her, and buy her some clothes. All he had for her to wear, was a t-shirt that was a bit oversized for him, and a pair of boxer shorts that he imagined could possibly fit well on her wide, lovely hips. The thought of Katherine wearing his extra clothes excited him a bit.

He waited anxiously in front of the bathroom door. The image of her standing there in front of him, naked and wet, flooded his mind, even though he knew she would be wearing a towel or the bathrobe he had given her. When she cracked open the door, he stepped forward and lightly pushed the door open. Her dark skin and hair were wet, and her otherwise naked body was wrapped in a towel. He held out the clothes to her with a smile, and said, "It's all I have - sorry it isn't very fashionable."
 
Katherine jumped as he actually walked into the room, surprised at the man's forwardness. But biting back her inner diva (well, reigning in her surface diva, really) she took the too-big clothes. They were kind of odd, and she wondered why he wouldn't have gotten her something more appropriate if her parents were paying him to bring her home. Shouldn't he take better care of her than that?

"Oh, uh, thanks," she said as she took them, "I appreciate it."
 
Mikhail stepped back away from the door after she took the clothes, to allow her to close the door and change. At that time, he had not fully constructed his plan to keep Katherine there with him. It would be later, that he would decide to keep her as his pet of sorts, and make her love him for what he perceived as her own good. Right then, Mikhail would have thought of keeping her there against her will as hurting her.

He stood on the other side of the narrow hallway, leaning against the wall, as he waited for Katherine to walk out of the bathroom. He couldn't wait to see how lovely she would look in his clothes.
 
Katherine pulled the t shirt over her damp body, slipping the towel off and dropping it to the floor. It was big, yes, but the material was comfy enough-- she slept in t's at home all the time. She slid the boxers over her clean, shaven legs. When they reached her hips, she had to roll the waistband over twice to keep them up fully, and she ignored the fact that it pulled them shorter in the process.

She toweled her hair dry before walking out into the hall, startled to see him standing right in front of the door, "Geeze, scare someone to death, why don't you? Where am I sleeping?"

She still felt tired, despite her nap in the car, and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. She hated that he had fixed something for her to eat and she wasn't hungry, but she was willing to eat whatever he had made for breakfast in the morning before he finally took her home.
 
He led her to the guest room she would be sleeping in. It was down another short hallway, past a large open room with a sliding glass door that led out to the enclosed back yard. He opened the door, and walked into the guest bedroom. He turned on the light, and turned to face her. "I would have fixed it up more, if I had known you would be staying," He said, smiling. It wasn't horrible, like something you might find at a ratty motel. It was just a bit bare, with just a bed and some furniture.

Mikhail walked back towards the door, intending on leaving her so she could get some rest. "You look very beautiful in that outfit, by the way," He said, standing in the doorway.
 
Katherine followed him in, eyeing the sad space. At least it wasn't dirty, at any rate... She had been distracted and facing away when he complimented her. It took her a moment to process what he had said. She gave him a look that said creeper before simply answering, "O-kay, thanks?"

"I guess I'll go to sleep now, if you don't mind," she pulled down the sheets and waited for him to leave. He was starting to give her the heebie-jeebies, and she didn't like it.
 
She gave him an odd look. He couldn't quite tell what she meant by it. "Okay," He said, "Goodnight, Katherine." He left, closing her door behind him. He went to his bedroom, on the other side of the house. He was also quite tired - it was late. He set his alarm to go off very early, so he could make her breakfast or do something else special for her, and then went to sleep.

After he woke up the next morning, he decided he would set up a nice, relaxing bath for her. There was a second bathroom, closer to her guest bedroom, which had a bathtub combined with a shower, rather than just one. He made himself breakfast first, and then went into the bathroom. He lit some scented candles, filled the tub with hot water, and set a fluffy white bathrobe on the counter, before dimming the lights a bit and leaving the room. He didn't think it was creepy at all, to do something like that - he loved her.

He went into Katherine's bedroom. She was asleep, and he almost didn't want to wake her up - she looked so beautiful, sleeping. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and nudged her lightly. "Wake up, Katherine," He said, "I made you a bath - in the bathroom just down the hall. Get in before the water gets cold - I'll make you breakfast." He smiled down at her, unsure if she saw him smile, and then left her room.
 
Katherine jolted a little as he woke her, forgetting where she was. She rubbed her eyes, wondering why he would draw a bath for her if she had a shower the night before. But she headed down the hall anyway, intending to at least brush her teeth. When she entered the bathroom, her eyes went a little wider. Dimmed lights, candles... it was very romantic, and strange. Certainly not what she had expected. She switched the lights brighter, pulled the plug on the tub, and dug around until she found some toothpaste, taking care of her fuzzy morning-teeth.

She headed toward the kitchen, still in the boxers and tee, and sat down to watch him make breakfast. She tried not to feel weird, but he made it kind of difficult. She considered asking him to skip breakfast and just take her home, but decided to go through with breakfast since she still wasn't sure how far she was from home.

"What're you making?" she asked.
 
Mikhail turned around when he heard her walk into the kitchen. He was making pancakes for her, not really sure what she liked to eat. He noticed that she was dressed the same as before, and her hair was dry - she had obviously not taken the bath he had made for her. It didn't disappoint him too much. "Pancakes," He said, with a smile. He had one on a plate, already - he took the second one off the stove, and set it down on top of the other. "I didn't know what you'd like to eat for breakfast," He said, "I can make you something else, if you'd like."

He set the plate down on the table, along with some silverware. "So," He said, leaning against the counter, "How'd you sleep?"
 
"Pancakes are fine," she said with a light nod. She took the silverware and began to eat, "Well enough, I guess."

Katherine speared one section of pancake after another, eating quickly. She was anxious to get home. She thought it was strange that he wasn't eating anything. Just another way he was beginning to weird her out. It was like he just wanted to watch her eat...

Finishing more quickly than even she expected, she laid the fork on the plate, "So, is there something for me to wear on the trip home? How much further is it?"
 
"No, unfortunately," He said, "All I have for you to wear is my clothes, and you can't go out dressed like that." He knew it would embarrass her very much, if she were to be seen in the kind of outfit she had on now. "I could have some clothes made, for you," He said, and put her plate in the sink. He turned back to face her, and said, "It would take about a week, and I'd have to get your measurements first." He smiled, and a kind of cold sweat came over him - he thought perhaps he could get the necessary measurements.
 
"What the hell? A week? Geeze, just call mom, she has keys to my apartment, she can get me something and send it over if she doesn't want to get me more clothes," she said, feeling weird. He was really creeping her out, the way he was smiling at her. It was a strange, lecherous kind of look, and she wanted instantly to be anywhere but here.

"Look, if we're driving, I can just ride home in this, I don't give a shit," she flipped her hair, frustrated, and went to stand, "Go get the car, let's go."
 
"That - that won't work," He said, feeling very nervous, "Why not stay for a little while longer? Until I can get you some clothes - I can do your measurements, and get you whatever outfit you want." He, of course, did not know her mother's phone number, and even if he did, he certainly wouldn't want her coming over and seeing him with her.
 
Katherine scoffed at him, as he was frustrating her and making her angry. She just wanted to be away from everything that had happened to her, which meant a night home alone before a big press release early next week. She sighed angrily, moving toward the kitchen door, "Look, just get the fucking car, I want to go home."
 
He rushed towards her as she moved towards the kitchen door. He lightly grabbed her arm, and said, "Please stay - I won't hurt you or anything." He didn't want her to leave, and normally he would have just let her go if she wanted, but he was getting fanatical.
 
Katherine reacted instantly-- after everything that had already happened to her, she wasn't about to let a man touch her like that. She turned in a heartbeat, her opposite hand coming up in a wide swing as she slapped him cleanly across the face, "NO!!"
 
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