A Quick Background Check

Victoria wobbled all the way into the room on weak knees that shook with the **** of her last orgasm. I closed and locked the door behind her. She made her way into my living room, still kind of in a daze. Still even in her slightly addled state her rich girl persona let me know she was less than impressed with the work I'd done decorating my home.

"Have a seat."

"I'm not here for a social call, so don't even think about pouring me class of brandy so we can have a conversation. I just want to..." She sat down on my couch with the posture of a proper lady. "Oooh." She sighed, and suddenly her posture disintegrated and she sunk into my couch like a potato.

As if I could afford brandy! I dug around my fridge and pulled out two cheap beers. She was still smiling from the pleasure she got sitting down. I smirked, because despite the fact that she threw me out a window, I was feeling good about this. "Stand up." I commanded.

"Yeah right." She snorted and put her feet up on my coffee table. "This couch is too comfy. And I don't want your shitty cheap beer, so don't even try."

Alright there was still some work to do there. "Okay." I cracked one of them open, and had a swig. "Let's talk about why you're here."

She clenches her fists, and coils her muscles, ready to strike me if I made a move of any kind. "Let's."

"I recently had all my ambitions drained out of me by a demon. And taking care of myself seems like a lot of work now. So I need **** to do all my cooking, cleaning, and jerking, when I'm too tired to masturbate."

That's all she needed to hear. She hooked her foot underneath my coffee table so she could flip it over and kick it at me. But I just held up my hand and blasted the couch out from under her with a bit of telekinesis.

She flopped on the ground, and before she could get back up, I was on top of her with both hands on her head. I could hold her down for maybe a second before she could get up and kick my ass across Arkansas, but inside her head I could feel the place where I held absolute control.

"Why don't you tell me a little about your past, so I know who my employee is."

--- Inside The Mind of Victoria---

Victoria found herself in a vast black plain, with the man who had ambitions of becoming her master. She swung her fist through his face several times, but was never able to make contact. She or him, or the two were like ghosts. "Where are we?" She snarled. She'd learned long ago that if she couldn't hurt someone with her hands, her words could usually do the trick.

"I dunno." The guy shrugged. "I've never done this before. Pretty trippy. I asked the parasite to take us to your five most formative memories."

"Parasite?" She asked suddenly in a panic.

"Long story."

Lines started to form across the plain, taking on the outlines of shapes and things. Soon those shapes were filled with colors, a sun appeared in the sky, and light bathed a colorful landscape. A ridiculous mansion sits upon a vast green of shrubs, and statues and beds of flowers.

"Woah." The man whistled. No surprise he was impressed, she'd seen his poverty-ass apartment.

"That's my house." She said proudly. "Or it was, until, anyway!" She shakes her head, and runs out onto a driveways. There's a limo there and out steps a man in an expensive looking suit. He's carrying a young blonde Victoria Valentine, who's outfit looks like it belongs on an American Girl doll rather than an actual human child. "I remember this moment!" She squees. "This is the first time I remember being at this house. I thought a princess must live here."

The man carrying the child kisses her on the cheek. "Welcome home Princess." He says fondly, carrying her inside as an army of maids and butlers wait at the door for them.

"I wonder where you got that idea." The ghost rolled his eyes, and cast his mind back to all the 'eat the rich' memes he had on his computer.

"Daddy." Victoria says sadly and holds her hand out to touch the memory of her father, but passes right through.

"It's just a memory." The man reminded her. "So the first of your most important memories involves you realizing how immorally rich you are, and thinking that that makes you special. How delightful. What's next?"

The scene reforms to where we're inside that temple of greed. A young Victoria a few years older than when they last saw her. She's skipping around a maid who is cleaning displays in a hallway. "C'mon Carmen let me help you! I want to help!"

The chubby Hispanic maid sighs, and pulls out a feather duster for the young girl. "Very well Miss Valentine, but be careful. Your mother would kill me if you broke anything."

Young Victoria's eyes light up, and she snatches the feather duster. "You're the best Carmen!" She immediately rushes over to a vase sitting on a pedestal, and starts dusting it. "Look Carmen! I'm just like you."

The maid chuckles, and turns back to her own work. "A Valentine cleaning her own house, I never thought I'd see the day."

Of course moments later Victoria does what we all knew she'd do, and accidently knocks the vase down to the ground, breaking it forever and always. She immediately starts crying, so the maid runs over and hugs young Victoria. Telling her that it'll be okay.

The shattering vase echoes down the hall and before it vanishes there's a shriek of anger in response. "What was that?"

And older looking Victoria Valentine comes stomping down the hallway in a tight dress that rich people seem to wear casually. Wait it's not Victoria, it's her mother, but the two are the spitting image of each other. "Carmen what happened here?"

Carmen looks down at the young heiress, and then the mess at her feet. "Well Miss I..."

Victoria shrieks, and jumps for her mother's legs. "Carmen didn't do it Mother it was me! I made her let me help. I broke it, I broke it! Please don't be mad at her."

Mrs. Valentine seems furious, and pulls her daughter off of her by the collar of her dress. "Carmen, pick this mess up. It's coming out of your paycheck."

"Yes Miss." Carmen nods and starts picking up the now worthless pieces of vase.

"If you work two more hours a day, five days a week, You'll have it paid off by the end of the year."

"Yes Miss, thank you Miss."

Mrs. Valentine looks down her nose as the groveling maid. "Never talk to my daughter again. Trash like you should know their place."

"No!" Victoria screamed. "You can't do that! It's not fair, Carmen didn't..." Mrs. Valentine dragged her off to a side room before Victoria could go on.

She slapped the young girl across her face, and wagged a finger in front of her swollen tear soaked face. "Don't you ever stand up for one of them again. You're a Valentine, people take responsibility for us, not the other way around. You're special and everyone else is trash, do you understand me?"

"But Carmen's my friend."

Mrs. Valentine slapped her daughter even harder on the other cheek. "We don't have friends. We have partners, employees and enemies. Friends are for poor people who can't buy loyalty."

The modern Victoria Valentine sobs at the vivid retelling of this harsh memory. "Please just stop it, I don't want to see this anymore."

"Wow." The man next to her groans, as her mother continues to **** the girl. "Your mother is a crazy person. I bet she donated a lot of money to Trump, huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Yeah... Well I'm sorry you had to live through that kind of parenting. But victims of **** either become Dragons or Dragon Slayers. So let's see what became of you."

"Stop it!" Victoria begged. "I know I'm a spoiled rich girl. You don't have to show me. I'll donate money to charity of whatever shit you want me to do, just stop this."

The man ignored her request as the next scene loaded in.

The duo exited the realm of conspicuous wealth and entered into the exact same domain in a slightly different location. The Babitch School For Young Women, sat behind a big fancy wall, in the mountains far away from all the poor people.

An even older Victoria sits in the back of a Sedan while servants from a second car get out to bring her luggage through the gates.

"Leather seats, nice." The man announces popping his head through the window.

"You should be embarrassed by how poor you are." Victoria scoffs and looks in on her younger self as well.

"How long do I have to stay here?" The young woman asks. She looks to her mother, who seems unmoved by her daughter's stress.

"Until you graduate. It's a school Victoria, you leave by graduating."

"That's four years!" She cries. "I want to go home."

A chortle gets caught in her mother's throat. "After that stunt with Carmen? I don't think so. I can't have you embarrassing me anymore. So stay here, and behave yourself, and you can rejoin the family when you've earned it."

"Rrraaaaaaaaah!" Young Victoria screamed in her mother's face. "You're such a bitch!"

The scene faded away before the two apparitions as the next scene was already loading. "Alright, it's official." The man says. "I feel bad for you."

"Whatever." Victoria huffs. "Like I wanted to live in the same house with that thing anyway."

"Ebenezer scrooge, is described as 'a thing in the shape of a man'"

That joke went over well, Victoria snorted out a laugh. "That's pretty fitting. She never took me away for Christmas, or vacations. I fucking lived at that place for four years!"

"Funny how people can hurt us, just by not being there. You were probably better off being as far away from her as possible, and yet abandonment is an **** all it's own."

Victoria shakes her head. "I wish someone could have told me that it wasn't my fault. That she was the sick one, not me. "

"Well let's see what you become out from under her specter."

The Cafeteria for the girl's school popped up around them. Filled with young ladies enjoying their lunches, and an Eighteen year old Victoria just a few months away from graduation. "Aww your mommy sent you a care package?" The cruel woman asks a student, snatching a box off the table, and inspecting it. "Crap, crap, crap..." She tosses pictures, and gifts over her shoulder as if they were wads of garbage. "...ah ha!" She opens up a tub of homemade oatmeal cookies. "This is what I was looking for."

"We can share if you'd like." The other young lady offers hopefully.

"Share?" Victoria laughs, and dumps the cookies out on the floor, and scores a three pointer by tossing the tub into a trashcan nothing but net. "I wouldn't eat that garbage. I just wanted to save you from yourself. You're already a fat pig. I'm just being nice."

The poor girl looks up at the taller Victoria with tears in her eyes, her lip wavering. "Why are you so..."

"Ugh." Victoria scowls. "I hate fat fuckers like you. Just cry already." She hawks up a wad of spit onto the girls face, which does the trick. And sends the girl running out of the cafeteria in tears. Victoria's obviously proud of herself judging by the smile on her face, but modern Victoria recognizes the red flush to her skin, and the heavy breathing of her younger self.

The young Heiress marches off triumphantly to the bathrooms. She notices a girl scowling at her for the villainous display. "What are you looking at?" She growls, and shoves the girl back down into her seat.

From there the two apparitions follow the woman into the bathroom, and end up in the very cramped stall where Victoria begins to masturbate. The astral Victoria blushes and looks away. "This the moment I realized why my mom was the way she was." Her voice has a hiccup in it, as she bites back a sob. "and that I realized I was exactly the same."

The man with her nodded. Victoria was a full blown sadist. "So this is the first time the cruelty of your uprising really shows itself in you."

Victoria shakes her head in shame. "It wasn't the first."

The Bathroom stall opens up and the two ghosts enter into Victoria's bedroom. A younger version of herself is laying on her bed scrolling through her phone. This is the first time a memory has gone backwards, but this was the most important one.

"Victoria." Her mother announces, as she comes into the room. A place which is as obviously alien to her as the moon was to astronauts. "I'm going to make this quick, because you're going to cry and you know how much I hate that kind of thing. Your father is leaving us. And I'm not letting him take you. So don't expect to see him anymore. Ciao." She gives waves goodbye and closes the door behind her as she leaves.

Victoria turns from her past. "Don't make me watch this. Please. I know what happens, I don't need to see this."

The man's curiosity is visibly peaked. "What happens? How could losing your father get any worse?"

Well...

The two watch as young Victoria cycles through her emotions of loss rapidly, and like the wheel of fortune lands right on anger. She charges out of her room, and where does she go? To confront her mother? That ghastly wraith made of money and cold ****? Does she stand up to her long time tormentor, is that why she got sent to boarding school? Because her mother could no longer control her?

No. Young Victoria does that which abused children have done since the dawn of time. She goes to kick the dog. And the dog in the Valentine Mansion was the chubby Latino maid Carmen.

The despondent Victoria rushes down to the kitchen area of the mansion, huffing like a bull.

"Victoria, my baby. Mr. Valentine is going to do everything he can to..." Carmen opens her arms to hug the tortured young woman, but Victoria peels back her fist, and punches Carmen in the throat. The older woman collapses on the ground ****. So Victoria mounts the battered maid and starts wailing away at her face, all the while tears of anguish, and wails of pain erupt from the young woman as if she's the one being harmed by her actions.

For all the pain and horror the ghostly Victoria sees in the act of her former self, she can't bring herself to look away. "I was just so angry. So very very very angry. There was nothing I could do. I loved him so much, and he was just gone. And I knew that she was the one that drove him away."

"Carmen?" Her guide asked.

"My mother. She's spent her entire god damn life trying to drive love out of my life. Like she's holding a grudge for having to give birth to me."

"It's okay." The ghost announces, putting his arm around her shoulder. "We're going to take these painful memories away from you Victoria. And give you happy ones instead."

"What?" The panic in her voice is unmistakable. "You can't do that! These are mine, this is who I am." She points to her younger self assaulting the maid.

The ghost nods as the two of them look at the carnage before them. "Yes it is. But I don't think there's much here worth keeping." Victoria shutters at the statement. "Don't worry. We're going to make something beautiful out of these memories."

(Long and Dark :o But hopefully it'll have good pay off next chapter.)