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works/3490817.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Gravity_Falls
  Character:
      Pacifica_Northwest, Toby_Determined
  Additional Tags:
      Sex_Slavery, Child_Abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-12 Words: 1457
****** A Link in the World's Worst Chain ******
by Kennaye
Summary
     "You were right about me. I am just another link in the world's worst
     chain."
Pacifica's parents were livid with her the night after she had let the people
of Gravity Falls into the Northwest Party. After the last of the riff-raff had
been kicked off their property (Toby Determined was found chocolate wasted in a
tree in the front yard), they had had their butler take her upstairs and lock
her in her room. She was mad at them for everything they had done, and her
preteen rebellion hormones were kicking in major by the time she went to bed.
She had a restless sleep, and it was soon interrupted from a loud banging on
her window. Toby Determined had somehow scaled her house (her room was on the
3rd floor), and was drunkenly stumbling around on her balcony. Rolling her eyes
so hard they skirted her brain, she opened the door to the poor journalist.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Toooohbre Determined here," He slurred, stumbling into the closed section of
door and hiccuping, "with breeeahkinnng news!" He gave a big smile, then
vomited over the side of the balcony.
"What do you want, Toby?" Pacifica rubbed her arch of her nose in frustration.
Toby ran the small rag down in Gravity Falls, and it always tried smearing her
family. Though recent events would make her start to read them a little more
closely, he was still just a small town gossip rag and that's all he'd ever be.
"I just came tonight to watch the briiiihg show!" he burped on that one, and
Pacifica stepped back fearing he would vomit. "It's not very orften that the
Northwests have this show. Normally they wait 'til they turn sixteen. Guess you
must have reaaallllleeeee pissed 'em off."
"What are you even talking about?" Pacifica scoffed. 
"Yoooou!" Toby slurred excitedly. "Your parents gathered the guests after the
party and are gonna sell you off!"
"What?" Pacifica laughed at how silly Toby sounded. "Are you crazy? My parents
would never-"
"Oooooh but you're wrong!" Toby laughed. "They have aalllllways done this! It's
tradition. How do you think your parents kept themselves in money?"
"Investments! We hold stocks in some very important companies!" Pacifica
gulped. Toby couldn't be right, right? After all, her parents stayed in money
from backroom deals and scams. Sure, they weren't moral - and they were mad at
her, but they would never sell her. Right?
"Suuuuure." Toby laughed. "Keep tellin yourself that!" He laughed again and
jumped on the side of the house, him being surprisingly limber despite high
chocolate-intoxication levels. "Just know I warned ya!" He then fell straight
down into the bushes, groaning after he hit bottom.
Pacifica rolled her eyes as she made sure to lock her balcony door. Crazy
tabloid shmuck - what did he know? Pacifica's parents were awful, abusive,
brutal people. But human trafficking seemed to be below even them. 
Pacifica turned to her door when she heard the clicking of locks (her parents
had them installed outside the door to keep her trapped in her room). She felt
the hairs rise on the back of her neck, and a chill went down her spine. Her
parents really wouldn't sell her, would they? They couldn't....
Then with a slam, her door was thrown open. Two men dressed in all black came
in and assaulted Pacifica, gagging her and hitting her over the head with a
baton. She hit the ground, out cold, before she could even manage to scream.
===============================================================================
An unnamed security guard stood standing guard in the Northwest Dungeon with
all the dignity he felt he had left. He was a mercenary, or a labor
worker...technically there was no distinction. If someone paid him, he would do
his job. It was as simple as that.
Tonight was an impromptu-auction at the Northwest Manor. What was being
auctioned? Well, the aristocracy of the surrounding small area was well known
for human trafficking. They paid off nearby orphanages to give them babies and
delete their records, so the children never actually existed. When you're rich
and powerful nobody common will call you out on a missing child after all, so
after raising the babies for years - they sell them for hundreds of thousands
of dollars. It was an easy way to make a buck.
The security guard personally thought it was low, beyond low, for child sex
slavery. Even though the Northwest's last child - a brunette girl around
seventeen, had been almost an adult; there was something sicker about the year
difference. The guard didn't care about most illegal activities - hell adult
human trafficking didn't even make his skin crawl. Yet when it was with
children...it took a sick freak to defile a child. 
Another guard approached him; "Are you ready?" He spoke in a rough Russian
accent. "The guests and sellers have arrived, there is no more reason to guard
here. There are five girls for sale tonight."
"I do not like watching such things." The guard replied, and fumbled around his
pockets. "They sicken me."
"You don't have to like your job." The other guard laughed. "As long as it
pays, who cares how you feel?"
"True." The guard lit a cigarette. "That is very true." He headed inside.
===============================================================================
 The room was cloudy from cigar smoke when the guard entered. The dimly lit
room's only illumination were some low lights and a large spotlight on a stage
in front of them all. The spotlight was focused on a runway, and the guard
entertained the thought of the girls living up to their dreams of being models
(many of the brats who came through here cried about it being their dream, this
experience rather ruined it). The room was filled with a low mummer as men,
young and old, discussed the upcoming slaves. Apparently two had already been
sold, as two of the wealthiest patrons had already made their way to the
"barn"; the storage area for the sold girls.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen." Mr. Northwest's voice came over the loudspeaker. "I
know you're all very impatient for the star of tonight's show. It is true, my
latest prospect did kind of fail - but, this rebellious streak inside her will
only make her that much more fun for you!" The guard fidgeted awkwardly. Had he
really missed the other four girls? He hadn't realized how long he'd been
gone...he hoped it hadn't affected his payment. "She will be a hard break, but
the more effort put in will really make the sex worth it. I promise!"
"Without further ado though, I will present you with...Pacifica!" With his
announcement came the girl, tears rolling down her face. She was in a tight,
skimpy bathing suit - the guard was embarrassed about what he felt in his pants
for what he saw. He was disgusted with the spectacle before him. As she slowly
walked for the men, he heard them pant like dogs and saw slobber roll down some
of their chins. Disgusting - these men were filth.
The bids rolled in fast, going well above hundreds of thousands and going up to
millions. Pacifica was young, beautiful, and healthy - the guard knew she would
sell well. As the bidding capped out at around 1.4 million, the guard looked
away as she was herded off towards the barn. As she walked away, a large man,
dressed in a fine suit, follow behind her. The guard shuddered one last time,
then went to collect his nights payment.
===============================================================================
Pacifica was thrown down on a bed in a backroom of the den that laid under her
house. The mattress was dirty and stained - way below her standard. As she
cried for help, her only answers were the heavy breathes of the man that had
just bought her.
Slamming her down and choking her, he whispered; "What's the matter?" A sick,
deep laugh came out of his mouth. "I don't know why you're so scared...this
will feel really good." He rubbed her down there...and stuck his fingers
inside. Pacifica gritted her teeth...he was so rough...it hurt. It really,
really hurt! As he kissed her all over, practically licking her face, he slowly
shimmied off his own pants until his member stuck out full-mast.
The man rubbed himself against her entrance as he looked her deep in the eyes.
Tears streamed down Pacifica's face. "Please...don't...not my first
time...please."
"Don't worry...." The man grinned, the grin of pure evil. "This won't just be a
one-time thing." Slamming himself inside her, violating her, Pacifica embraced
death. Not a physical death, but death of the self. She felt everything, and
yet nothing at the same time.
Instead of redemption for her family, she was just another link in the world's
worst chain; another Northwest sex slave.
 
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