"Cissy?"

Shadows almost dissolved out of the room, and it took Johnny dismissing him with a wave of his hand for the demon to disappear entirely. The collar around Hurricane's neck reminded her that he could see right inside of her head- so she couldn't hide anything from her new master.
All it took was Johnny taking one step towards her, for her to run over to her brother and throw her arms around his well built body, his tattooed holding her tightly.

"You came back for me, fratello. I knew that you would" she whispered to him, and he held her tighter, running his gloved hand over her waterfall of dark hair. The two were very much alike- in the sense that they had over-protectiveness of the other, and they had emotions within them that they couldn't quite control. Whilst Johnny's was anger- to others who hurt the one girl he cared about more than life itself, rather than to his sister, her's was sexual desire- the need to submit to the first person who demanded her to.

And for now, it was Shadows. Or Matthew- as her older brother had called him.

"Of course I was going to come back for you. I spent the last ten years looking for you- I wasn't letting my bambino go that easy" Johnny replied, kissing his sisters forehead. He'd move heaven and hell to make her happy- and now he had her back in his arms. At five four, he was the shortest member of the gang, but when she stood beside him, her petite frame making her a measly four eleven, he felt a little better about himself.

"So this is it, huh? Where you belong?" Hurricane asked, gesturing to the room around her and he smiled, remembering his little speech before he went through the electric chair. Funny how it hadn't hurt- and then Shadows had signed him up, after Zacky had confessed to being a demon.
Fuckers.

"Yeah, this is it. I didn't recognise you when you came in a few days ago, I honestly thought you were someone else" Johnny said, brushing his hand over her bare shoulder. He'd watched her grow like everyone else down here- and had cursed Jimmy when he went up there to take her v-card away, and Syn when he'd gone up to see how the stripper life was treating her.

tick tock goes the clock, Hurricane. I don't do family reunions- talk to your brother on your own time

"Uh, Shadows wants me back. He has this thing where he can get inside my head" Hurricane whispered into her brother's chest, not wanting to let him go. This was where she felt safe, in Johnny's arms, rather than Shadows. Reluctantly, Johnny let her go and nodded.
"I know, we've all been victims of his little mind games. Go. This is what you came here to do" he said comfortingly, kissing her cheek as a final farewell and let her go.

When she finally got to Shadows' room, she could see Vengeance was standing there with him, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. When his eyes fell on the collar around her neck, he bit at his snakebite, his eyes darkened with lust.
"Zacky was bored. His pet ran away a few years ago- she's dead now" Shadows said lazily, urging her through mind control to step closer to Zacky.

"You will entertain him for an hour, while I finish up some paperwork. He will become your Master and you will do whatever he asks. He will tell me if you're disobeying him- and then the two of us will punish you. And believe me- you don't want that" Shadows hissed at her, yanking the collar so it tightened around her throat, and forced the oxygen out of her lungs before throwing her onto the bed and stalking out.

He was in a foul mood, she could just tell.

"So little Hurricane. Brian told me you were a pretty good dancer up on the surface. Care to prove him right?" Zacky asked as she stood up, brushing down her skirt. Pretty good was an insult. She'd been one of the best damn dancers to hit Huntington Beach- just being pretty good, wasn't good enough.
"I wasn't just pretty good, Vengeance" she said, pushing him down onto the bed, "I was the best"

Zacky clicked his fingers, and music began to spill out of the speakers, Warrant's 'Cherry Pie', her signature song. To her regular clients, she'd been known as Cherry Pie, rather than Hurricane. She straddled herself on Zacky's lap and began to grind on his crotch, leaving red lipstick kisses up the side of his neck, and throwing her head back as she moved in time with the music.

"So you prove me wrong. You are the best" Zacky smirks as he ran his hands up and down her sides, slipping under the loose corset and stroking the hot skin on her stomach.
"They don't call me Cherry Pie for nothing, baby. Now what do you want- because I can tell already that a lap-dance isn't going to cut it" she purred, slipping into stripper mode and Zacky shivered, pulling her down onto the bed and flipping them over.

A necklace suddenly fell out of the lining of his shirt; a little silver sword.
An exact replica of the one Johnny wore around his neck.

Johnny's partner in crime had been called...Zacky. And he was sat above her, ready to pound her into the mattress with her brother in the other room.
Hurricane pushed him away, and when he looked over at her for some explanation, she punched him square in the jaw. He reeled backwards (the girl could pack a mean punch when she wanted) and suddenly his eyes went dark. But before he could speak, the voice in her head did.

You're going to regret doing that, little Hurricane

Suddenly, Shadows was stood in the doorway, a dark and sinister gaze trained directly on Hurricane. He almost looked pleased with himself- like he'd wanted this to happen in the first place.

"Come with me, slut. It's time for your punishment"