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These events are directly related to the History chapter, from a different perspective: the character who was captured and brought here.

 

 

 

I am Isabel. I used to be known as the Queen, and I ruled my little world with an iron fist. All that came to an end when I was betrayed and tortured by my former slave, who took revenge on me. I underestimated her then she turned me in to Goodneighbor's rulers, whom I'd tried to con by allying myself with the Triggermen, their local enemies.

 

 

 

I was still chained and gagged in their prison cell when the woman who had escorted me in, Fahrenheit and her boss Hancock showed up for a quick chat:
"At last we got you Isabel. You've made quite the mess these last few weeks around Goodneighbor and you're going to pay for it. My associate here will handle your interrogation. I want names and locations on the Triggermen. The faster you tell us, the less you'll have to suffer. Your choice starting tomorrow."
I wasn't going to talk. Fuck them.

 

 

 

Torture sessions began. For several days I was beaten all over my body.
"Where are they hiding? Say it!"
I remained silent, I had no intention of giving that bitch anything. 

 

 

 

Punching method failed. The cunt switched to the whip. My whole back and buttocks were lacerated by her repeated lashings day after day.
"Tell me where the Triggerman's place is!"
My skin burned red hot from the pain but I persisted in keeping my mouth shut.

 

 

 

The whip also failed. The bitch used my slave's method to make me talk: tickling.
"Calista was right, you are ticklish! I'll let you rot in this bathtub until I get the information I want."
My pain turned into one vast, untreatable ache. I couldn't laugh no more.

 

 

 

Since tickling also failed, bitchy Fahrenheit took out her frustration by fucking me dirty. She took great pleasure in it, as I would have done if I were in her place.

 

 

 

Restrained on the ground, she went on for anal sex. Her strength tore my ass. I couldn't blame Fahrenheit for doing so, but I was determined to tell her nothing.
"So, ready to talk or do I have to make you a new hole?"

 

 

 

"Any progress with Isabel?"
"Sorry Hancock, I tried everything: fists, whip, tickling, sex and she didn't even flinch. I can't do anything more with her."
"Too bad, we'll have to get rid of her. I have acquaintances who run a correctional facility north of Lexington. Take her there tomorrow. Maybe before she's enslaved to Paradise Falls and the Capital Wastelands, Isabel might consider making some kind of peace with herself."
"I doubt it, she was a cold, remorseless queen slaver. That part of her life is finished for good."  

 

 

 

At dawn, I was shackled and gagged, then transported by Fahrenheit to the destination Hancock had indicated. We left Boston over a bridge and didn't meet a single soul.
"Hurry up Isabel, I want to get home before nightfall."

 

 

 

In another life, I was the one escorting people over long distances. A bygone time... When I slowed down, the bitch at my back kicked me to speed up again.
"Quit dragging your feet, we're not there yet!"

 

 

 

Around noon, we arrived. The place was a correctional facility for turning bandits into slaves. I had heard of it, but I didn't give a damn about these guys. Former raiders from Lexington and Gunners defectors teaming up to run a prison, big joke. But now I had become their victim.

 

 

 

I was introduced to the prison warden, a gray-haired old guy reformed from the Gunners' military life. Fahrenheit made me get down on my knees, the bitch....
"Dear sir, I bring you Isabel, former slave queen. From Hancock, with his respects."
"How ironic to have a slaver turn into a slave. Please thank Hancock for me. She will be in our custody for a while before we send her to Paradise Falls if we receive a lucrative offer."

 

 

 

I was offered the same deluxe treatment as all new prisoners: a jumpsuit, a high-tech shock collar and a fresh haircut. I didn't recognize myself at all, I never thought I could fall to such lowly status, to the same league as the people I used to enslave.
"Look how beautiful you are, my dear! Time to go to the cells now."

 

 

 

The prison was a small, narrow building. The guards' offices led to the dining area, which itself led to the holding cells. There were no windows, and security doors at every threshold. On top of that, a bitchy guard who thought she could do anything. Luckily for her, I was handcuffed.
"Keep going straight ahead, don't try anything or I'll make you regret it."

 

 

 

The guard forced me into the empty holding cell. I wasn't the only prisoner here; in the next cell stood a young blonde girl, who viewed the scene with surprise. I felt so angry, clenching my teeth to contain my rage against that guard cunt.

 

 

 

After pushing me down, removing the handcuffs and locking me in, the guard left. The woman prisoner reassured me:
"Oh shit, they didn't miss you... Sorry about this mate, welcome to prison."
"Don't worry about me, Blondie."
"My name is Cheryl, what's yours?"
"Isabel. I don't feel like talking right now, I'm going to lay down on the bed."
Those were the first words out of my mouth in weeks.

 

 

 

A bed and makeshift toilet, the great Commonwealth luxury. I needed some rest, but that didn't stop Cheryl from speaking her thoughts out loud.
"I never thought my little thefts and robberies would bring me here, to this jail. I've been here for 3 months now and I'm dreading the day when I'll become a slave... I'm trying to get used to the idea, but it's hard... Anyway, I'll shut up. If you want to talk, I'm always here."

 

 

 

The days passed and looked the same. I spent most of my time in my cell, except for meal times, held at the canteen next door. The bruises went away, but not the deep lashes on my back. I hadn't set foot outside since my arrival at the prison until that day:
"Hey new girl! Congratulations, you'll be tending our crops today. You'll be partnered with Trixie, she's been in solitary confinement since her escape attempt. Don't even dare because you'll be punished more severely, you've been warned."

 

 

 

It was nice to see the sun again and feel the fresh wind on my skin. Even if I had to do a dirty job, digging the earth with my bare hands to tend the crops, at least I wasn't alone in my misfortune.
"Oh shit, you're Queen Isabel, aren't you? I barely recognized you, you're famous all over the Commonwealth!"
"In another life I was, yes. So you're Trixie and you tried to escape, didn't you?"
"Hush, we'll talk about it later, the guard's watching us a little too closely."

 

 

 

At the end of the day, the guard handcuffed Trixie and took her back to the cells. Unlike me, I was tied to a post next to the warden's break room.
"Good job today, new girl, but you think I didn't see you chatting? You're going to stay here for tonight, that should help you keep your mouth shut, am I right Trixie?"
She lowered her head to apologize to me. I was pissed of, that guy deserved a good whack to the head. 

 

 

 

Several weeks went by, I felt more comfortable talking to Cheryl.
"I used to run my raider crew down south, then I moved into slavery - it paid better and I got to work on my own. Everyone called me Queen. Then I got greedy and things went wrong."
"Damn, you're one fierce badass... I stole from a couple settlements before getting busted by the Covenant people. Those bastards had recording devices in every one of their houses..."
"I've heard of 'em. You're lucky they didn't keep you, I hear some folks get kidnapped in their sleep. And they've been missing ever since."

 

 

 

Meals served in the canteen were held in absolute silence. I had no chance for lunch today: a soup with pieces of burnt fish... Cheryl and Trixie hadn't, but they were tired of eating the same thing for months. All of this under the close surveillance of a security guard watching over us.

 

 

 

The only time we had a shred of freedom outside was in the enclosed courtyard. Only 30 minutes a day if we behaved ourselves. It also meant I could chat with Trixie, to find out more about her escape attempt.
"I'm telling you guys, it's not possible to get out of the prison with their fences and turrets. We need outside help if we want to have any chance."
"And what about our collars, do you have any clue how they are powered?"
"Not from the prison for sure, but it must be somewhere with electricity nearby."
"Girls, quiet down! The warden's coming."
"Prisoners, get naked. It's time for the photo shoot."

 

 

 

Restrained in devices, we were displayed in plain sight for the highest bidder. I never imagined being the one to suffer this kind of humiliation in my life, and it irritated me beyond belief.

 

 

 

We were then escorted back to our cells, fully naked and handcuffed.
"Come on ladies, move it! We'll give you back the jumpsuits tomorrow after laundering. What are you looking at, Isabel? Hurry up!"
I didn't have her name, but I sure knew at some point, I would beat the crap out of her.

 

 

 

I forgot how long I had been locked up here. Days, weeks, months... The time felt like an endless loop. I hadn't prepared myself for the slave life because I was sure that it would never come true. Rather die free than be submissive.
"Hey Isabel, stop your push-ups. You have someone who paid a lot to sit down with you. You know the drill, hands behind your back."

 

 

 

I didn't expect it, but it happened. My former slave, the one responsible for my imprisonment, was paying me a visit:
"Isabel, it's been a long time! Looking sharp, always a pleasure to behold. So, how has your life been over these past few months?"
"Calista, what the hell are you doing here? You've come to taunt me, right? Mark my words, once free, I'll put you six feet under."
"Good, you feel the same way I did when I was enslaved. Now sit your ass down, we gotta talk."

 

 

 

"After our last encounter, I settled down. I wrote down my entire Commonwealth experience, from my enslavement by your lost ex-slave comrades in Lexington a couple of years ago to my regained freedom after your capture. Then I sent the manuscript to a journalist in Diamond City, who promised to publish some sections."
"I don't give a fuck. You want a medal or something?"
"Oh, just when I thought my former mistress could see the big picture... You've lost quite your touch, my dear. Remember Nuka Ride, your plan to make us famous with the porn industry? My story will bring us that notoriety you wanted so badly."
"So after dumping me, you went out on your own to take all the glory? I should have done the same right after meeting the Overboss."
"But you didn't, because there's unfinished business between us."

 

 

 

Calista was good with words, that's how she survived as my slave, she knew exactly what to say to keep me satisfied. Seeing her from the other side, she would have made an amazing raider leader. Like me, long ago.
"Okay. Warden, I'm extending my session with Isabel by an hour and I'll need to use your barracks this time. You'll get an extra bonus and an autograph from the retired actress Starlight."  
"I'll take it. Do you have any plans with her?"
"Oh don't worry, she knows exactly what to expect."

 

 

 

End of Part 1