Previous chapter ended like this:

***In the Present***
I watched the scene below me, wondering if I could have done anything
different to change it. What was it for really? Money? Some green
pieces of paper and for what? Was this regret that Im feeling now? I
guessed some would call it that. But what can I do now when everything
was taken out of my hand. I wanted to touch the bleeding figure, but it
was just slightly of reach. I could practically see how the life within
was slowly withering away. Hold on I wanted to say, hold on but that
too was impossible.

Chapter 16

***The Past***

 Ivy looked at Shane and smiled to herself. Im going to make a killing out of this girl.
I know what you are here for Shane. I know that one day you would come
to me looking to escape. I can do better than that Shane. I could help
you forget. And you will be my slave in the process.

Shane looked at her and knew that she was not to be trusted, but at this point she was past caring. I do want to forget.
Meekly she followed her down the dark passage way. Rooms after rooms of
deviations that had made her wanted to gag the first time here did not
even leave an impression on her emptied soul this time.

Come Shane I have so much to show you, Ivy beckoned.

She sat down where Ivy indicated and watched. Fine, delicate hands, so
contrast to the cruelty that they often inflict, moved with precision
creating two straight lines of white powder on the glass surface. Task
completed, Ivy leaned over and made quick works of one of the lines.
She looked over at Shane and offered her the straw.

Trust me. After this you wouldnt even care about the past enough to
bother remembering.
She smiled in satisfaction as Shane mimicked her earlier actions. This
girl will be mine soon enough. Just imagining the fine, wicked things
that she has in stored made her shivered in pleasure.

Shane sat back, already feeling the effect of the cocaine. The pain from before disappeared as a sense of euphoria took over.

Ivy watched Shane carefully, knowing full well the effects of the drug.
That small dose has stimulated her system as well but unlike Shane she
was in full control. She could feel herself getting wet. No matter how
much tolerance she had developed, the urge for ***** never diminished.
She was glad for it because that was part of the fun. She shifted her
body, getting closer to Shane. Isnt it wonderful Shane? Had you ever
felt as carefree, as alive as this moment?