Victorious: Locked Up Novels & Stories

"So, I ran. I did Victor a favor, I woke him up, and we ran together, but we didn't get far, we were apprehended. Axel and I were seventeen. Josette came, she took him away, I cried for the love of my life, but I vowed to get him back. I was taken to a hospital, they said I was sick. I spent four years in that stinky hospital. Victor was sentenced to Prison, but he was given three years, because I testified, saying he was manipulated by Vincent" "Victor would be out in a couple of weeks, and we will be ready. Victor would get his baby brother back, and I'll get the love of my life back, Axel Ian Lockwood." Ian? ~.~ Fuck, I'm so tired. Today was weird, Lia got a call after she completed her s

"The defendant, Vincent Rhodes, is found guilty of aggravated assault, sexual assault, promotion of prostitution, and unlawful imprisonment. On these counts, the court sentences him to a total of 19 years in prison." By the time Judy walked out of the courthouse, it was already dark. She had made a statement before the judge. She said that every time she went with our parents to the correction center over those three years, something had felt wrong, but she never said anything. She was afraid that if she did, she would be sent there, too.

That earned my full attention, and I stopped walking. “And you’re confident in this?” “Yes,” she replied. “Whatever they used before won’t block this. It’s already tethered.” Victor exhaled slowly, some of the edge bleeding out of his posture. Not relief—not quite—but containment. I turned to him. “You see?” I said mildly. “It’s under control.” He looked unconvinced, but his shoulders lowered by a fraction. “When I find them,” he said darkly, “I’ll make them pay for this.”

The moment shifted fast. One second, it was just words between them. The next, everything became urgent again. Victor’s hands moved quickly over the console, trying to break through the locked system. Emma stood beside him, reading the data as it changed every second. “It’s resisting,” she said. “He’s blocking manual override.” Victor clenched his jaw. “Not fully. There’s still a gap… but it’s closing.” Daniel stepped forward, scanning the room. “Then we don’t stand here talking.”

My entire body locked up. Victor was here. He was walking with a team of players, both men and women. But everyone clearly followed his lead. The chat exploded. [No way! It is Big V!] [That little monster is finished. Not even items can save her now.] The ragdoll lit up at the sight of so many people. It looked ready to charge. I clapped a hand over its mouth, but it was too wide, and a little sound still slipped out. Below, the man at the center of the group suddenly stopped.

His reflection glimmered in the screen faintly, distorted, furious, unraveling. The television echoed the last line of the broadcast: ".a family stronger than ever." Victor laughed. A low, bitter sound. “Love wins today,” he whispered, his eyes darkening. “But the game isn’t over.” He picked up his phone. Scrolled to a hidden number. Pressed call. A voice answered, cold and efficient. "Yes?" A sharp, dangerous smile curled Victor's lips. "It's time," he said. "Move to the next phase."

He has moved forward again in his seat, looks as though he’s about to stand. Victory shakes her head and gazes hard down at her knees. Her whole body is rigid; she has released my hand and grabbed onto both arms of the chair. I put my hand on her shoulder, lean into her, and whisper, “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to go, Victory.” I watch the tension drain from her body. Everyone is quiet a moment. “The picture,” I say quietly, suddenly understanding. I feel the first rumblings of a volcanic rage, but somehow my voice is little more than a whisper. “You tied her up and took a picture of her. You told her it was a game.”

I'd just finished cutting all four locks when a group of security guards arrived, with Jake among them. The head of security, Patrick Lewman, pointed at the locks I'd tossed aside on the ground and jumped in fury. "Who did this?" I gave a short, humorless laugh. "Do you see anyone else here?" That only made him angrier. He pointed at me and roared, "Who said you could remove the clamps without my permission? Do you know this entire complex is under my supervision? You have some nerve to remove them without authorization!" I almost laughed at his words. My car had been clamped, and I wasn't allowed to unlock it? What kind of logic was that?

Harvey had once told me my muteness was psychological, and that if I could overcome my trauma, I might be able to speak again. We had worked tirelessly toward that goal. Just when I had started making progress, Stephen locked me in a dark basement.

Victor's eyes narrowed on me and Damien. Lila stepped forward. "Wait. I have the originals." She held up a flash drive. "Wanna trade?" Marcus snatched it. "Smart bitch." I was grateful for her interruption before they drilled me on taking Damien's cock in secret. But Victor lunged suddenly, grabbing a gun from the fallen goon. "No. This ends now!" He screamed. His eyes were blood shot. My own eyes didn't miss the protruding veins at the sides of his neck. He was raging underneath, fuming much.