[SP:F7?] Story 8: Torture [Complete]

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Arc 1: Story 8

Torture

 

As the steel door grated open the soft luminescent light filtered into the room. The woman brought her head to attention of the light and squinted in reaction to the feeling as it blinded her eyes. Two men walked in, their steps were heavy as the walked alone the cold slab of the floor with their bare feet. The woman gave a smile and she looked down noticing she had her pajamas on still, no protective skills and was probably about to be tortured until one of the men spoke up.

"Hey...we aren't supposed to be in here, man. If the boss finds out!"

"Shu'dup...quiet down, close that [censored] door for christ sake you idiot. Or do you really wanna get caught?" 

The man made hurried footsteps towards the doors as it slowly closed, what little light now only shined through the slit in the door. Opal turned her head to the side looking at each one of them. Her hands dangled from the chains that bore into her flesh, "I don't suppose either one of you has a smoke on you, do you?" 

"Pft. Filthy, little bitch. Yeah...we got something for you to smoke...Hahahaha..." there was a terrible laughter coming from the two and by the tone of their voice and the blunt phrase that escaped one of the men, she knew what was going to happen. 

Edited September 26, 2015 by Opal

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She closed her eyes feeling a rough hand running over her torso as her tank top was pushed down. She could feel the hot breath on her skin as one man stuck out his tongue and licked upwards across the flesh of her neck. Honey eyes clamped down, her arms moved but only the rejected sound of the chains rattled and then she felt a tiny sharp pain in her back. Her body felt limp and recognized the sensation of being paralyzed. Lifeless eyes looked straight at the floor as the men did their dirty work to her. her body was ravaged, cut, beaten and used to the point where she almost vomited. Her long raven hair was tugged back as she was slammed against the wall, a dirty foot smashed into her cheek as she was nailed in place, "Hahaha...remember how that feels, because it won't be the last time." the man said laughing, the two of them taking their leave, the door giving a hope of light before vanishing back into the darkness, even the slit had been moved so that nothing but darkness surrounded her. 

 

Edited September 26, 2015 by Opal

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Opal coughed, her hands rattling the chains as she got back on her knees in a fixed position. She moaned lightly as attempted to look around, she didn't know how long she had been out before she was roused by the sound of the door opening and and the putrid light stinging her eyes, "Sorry that we can't be more hospitable...But you are our prisoner, and I care little for terms of PoWs. One day you'll understand," the man had a low and deep voice. The air around him smelled like the ocean, it was a pleasant aroma but right now she was more transfixed on his blue eyes. 

"So...you are Master Myoga's disciple, is that correct?" The man said sitting in a cheer, two men stood behind him acting as bodyguards. He was sitting in the direction of the light, his back turned to it. All the woman could see was the shadows of his face and those brilliant blue eyes in front of her. As he moved however, she caught a glimpse of long flowing brown hair or perhaps it was black? She couldn't tell as she was still quite uneased by the situation and her vision was constantly blurred. 

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There was a sharp nod to the man's head as if giving a signal to one of the body guards. Opal's eyes widened by a slight margin as she felt the crushing blow against her face, "Let that be a lesson, girl. When I ask you a question you answer it and you answer it truthly, do you understand?" 

Opal grunted from the pain, was she going to die in this hell? Of all the places to be killed, this room would be her death bed and these men her executioner. The large bulbous bodyguard looked back at the supposed Boss, once more he nodded his head in his direction. The man balled up his fist and punched her once more, her body flinging to a restricted side, her wrists being cut by the harsh cold chains that ensnared her. She grunted loudly and yelled "yes!" her mouth trembling and shaking, small whimpers now being heard in the darkness. 

"Good. Now that we have that settled, you are Opal, Master Myoga's last remaining disciple. What skills has he taught you? List all that you know..."

"Cho--" 

"Hrm? What was that? Speak up." the Boss had demanded.

"Ch--choke...on...my....stick..." 

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The man laughed and clapped his hands, the dark room filling with the sound as he looked at her with squinted eyes, "Perhaps you need a bit more time to think, huh? I won't give you that pleasure, you'll tell me what I want to know...One way or another." the man got up from his chair and proceeded to walk out of the room, "You three play nice..." he said locking and closing the door behind while the woman's growl was muffled by the two men. Her body was once more abused to the point where she felt like a dirty, chewed up toy. Her eyes bloodshot from the trauma, her she couldn't focus or think. She had been swallowing air for the last several minutes and tasted the darkness around her prison cell as the men played with and defiled her body. She screamed and grunted as they beat her down and brought her down to a level of submissiveness she did not enjoy. She cried out for them to stop but her cries were given way to dull pain as her body was wrecked from the number of vicious blows to her frame. The one man in the room was lanky and smelled of cabbage, but he healed her wounds only so that stayed just at the red level. She cried to herself as the door shut once more, darkness devouring her.  

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The woman's head sagged as her neck felt the cold steel around her neck. Her eyes weakly opened as the darkness continued to envelope her. Did she pass out again? She was hungry, her stomach growled and she felt an intense throbbing pain in her head that seemed to continue on even when she was passed out. She attempted to stand up, but her knees gave way to her broken body, she slipped and fell forward choking herself on the chain. She gave a muffled cry as she got back into position on her knees. She had been startled several times by that door opening, the sound it made as it creaked open. It frightened her so much, it sent a chill down her spine and sent her into a panic attack as quickly as it closed. When they had finished with her, her body had become filthy with their stench. Their hot and unclean touches over her womanly figure as they did as they pleased, she was no longer a woman at this point, just some mutilated play thing for their pleasure. She groaned once more as the door closed, her eyes fluttering, "Someone.....help me..." 

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That door had become her wake up call, how many times did it open and close? She had lost count by now. The woman was fed and giving a serum. When the man asked his questions, he answered without hesitation in meaning to do so. Whatever they put in her water made her tell the truth. Everything she learned from Master Myoga had come out in bits and pieces in choked despair. Lifeless and dull eyes looked about the room as the door opened once more, the man sitting in his chair with his two cronies in the back. More questions, more answers; it was the repetition and the sick violent acts that carried afterwards. Opal had become comfortable with the defilement as it became more or less a day in and day out routine. The woman they had shackled was broken every fiber of her core and then sum, she had dreams once...but now all that filled her eyes were nothing but nightmares. She sunk lower in the abyss of her depression as the days passed, her 'Guests' were kind enough to let her know when the day had passed, by her knowledge...she had been rotting away for at least a week and a half. She didn't know how much longer she could last. 

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The man sat down in his chair, one leg over the other as he smiled or at least that's what she thought he was doing. His cocky nature came off him just as nasty as that scent of the ocean from his personal fragrance, "I'm quite surprised to say in the very least. Most men would have not survived this long, their bodies and hearts giving out in a few days. But you are sticking to your guns, I like that. Unfortunately for you though, there is no more information to be gained here as you have told me everything I wanted to know and the exact list of the Crimson Blades members. You have been most helpful...So for that, I am grateful. I will allow you one request..."

The man got up from his seat and stared at the naked woman before him, his eyes on her soiled flesh. The woman dragged her body backwards, that scent was nearly overwhelming and made her nauseated. He placed a hand on her chin and forced her to look at him, "Look at me! I am doing you a favor here, but it seems you are just not interested...Leave us!" 

"But sir.."

"Leave us!" the man growled his dark and menacing tone echoed in the prison chamber as the men walked out of the room, the door closing behind them. There wa a small light that escaped a yellow glowing crystal that he fished from his inventory. Acting as a flashlight, he ran it across the woman's bloodied body, there was scars running down her arms and legs, the tattoo that was fastened to her body had become unclean, her body defiled from head to foot, her once raven silky smooth hair had become ratty and tough. 

"So...dirty..." the man said caressing her skin, "so...dirty..." he laughed stroking her thighs..."so...dirty..." 

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The man's tongue rolled against her curvy flesh, his hands running up and down the length of her filthee body. He was still fully clothed at the time, and Opal's hands had become unbound, but she was paralysed from some sort of yellow liquid, her body was lifeless in his hands as he glorified himself with her delicate nature. She squinted as he felt his tongue run up the side of her neck once more, a hand on her softer features as he moved towards her more. There was a violent scream outside the door as if one of the guards had been slain. The one they called Boss stood up from his position, Opal's eyes going fuzzy once more and giving way to despair before blacking out all together. 

The door had burst open raining in the shining light, but Opal was fast out of consciousness. Two men running into the room with their blades pointed towards the Boss.

"Opal-san!" one voice yelled out.
"Go get her! I'll take care of him..." said the other.

"You come into my home and expect nothing in return!?" the man shouted producing his rapier as the two men fought with the clang of their blades. 

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One of the familiar voices was Master Myoga's as Opal opened her eyes slowly, she clutched at his shirt and pulled him in screaming at the top of her lungs and crying. The old man felt a deep anger for the ones who did this to her. He stood up as another person entered the room, his voice was soft and angelic like with long flowing red hair. he danced around the two battling and kneeled by, "So this is the woman? We better hurry, Myoga. Reinforcements on the way, I cleared a path up ahead. Hiei! Keep Sensui busy!" 

"Don't have to tell me twice!" the man named Hiei lunged forward, his blade katana ripping through the air his slash produced a long scar along Sensui's face. The man gripped the wound and backed away as Myoga and the other picked Opal up and carried her out of her prison cell. The woman held onto the crimson haired man, her eyes watering and felt sick to her stomach as her body was exposed to mass amounts of light. She recognized this one from that time she was disguised as Geisha, Kurama?  

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Many doors were broken down in their path, Opal squinted and kept her arms snug around Kurama's neck as he carried her off on his back. Master Myoga slid to a stop, his lightning speed taking out the thugs that were in their way one at a time and passing along, "I think I just pissed Sensui off..." Hiei said catching up to the group. 

"I got this one..." Hiei leapt in front of the group, he was faster than all the rest and his blade spun around felling those who got in their way. 

"Hold on, Opal...we'll be out of here soon enough." The remaining soldiers were nothing more than low class punks as were easily taken care of by the Grandmaster Katana duo. They had reached outside as Sensui caught up to them from the roof of his building, "What do we do, sir?" 

"Leave them be. We got what we needed from them. That woman is more broken than has ever been. She'll never pick up a sword again..." 

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They had broken through as they continued on their way back to the Temple. It took them half a day on foot and arrived late in the evening but eventually the serene temple was in view. Opal was escorted to the bathroom where she could clean herself however she was in a complete catatonic state. Her body fell into the tub of warm water, but she did not move or even blink. She bundled herself in the water and shivered despite the water being hot and steamy. Mastery Myoga had thanked Kurama and Hiei for their help, apparently old friends of the Shinobi expert. 

"Thank you both for helping me...It took me a while to find the location..." he looked at the bathroom door and sighed, "But I may have been too late."
"We were happy to help, isn't that right, Hiie?" 

The short man with the jet black hair didn't say anything and moved to fold his arms over his chest, "If we are through then I am leaving." the short man disappeared in a  flash as he used a teleport crystal and Kurama sighed, "Would you like me to stay?" he offered.

"No...she will need time. She just finished her Gemini Quest not too long ago...her soul is in conflict right now. Not to mention her spirit and body...I can't believe what happened, I was supposed to be looking out for her."

"No one could have guessed Sensui would have made his move on you. I'll keep an eye on what is going on with The Archangels. Message me should you require further assistance."

The old man nodded and sat there in the hall waiting for Opal to come out, however long she needed. 

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The woman twisted her body in the pool of water, her hair floating above the water as she slowly started to creep her hand out to grab a towel. The water ran over her body dropping in beads as she lifted herself up and over the bath water. The towel wrapped around her body as she shivered once more and fell towards the corner turning the lights out. Mastery Myoga had noticed the lights had gone out but the woman didn't come out of the bathroom. She wanted to think but she couldn't her thoughts were jumbled and she held her knees to her chest shaking violently in the darkness. Had it all been just a nightmare? Was all that made up? She held her head and shook it, rocking back and forth within the small space of the corner of the still steamy bathroom. There was a voice outside the door, her eyes snapped wide open as she watched the door slowly slide open the slight trickle of light entering the bathroom caused the woman to flinch, her fears overpowering her as tears started to well up in her eyes. "Opal-san..." the old man knelt down beside her, his arms reached out and very softly, gently tapped her arm. The woman growled, "DON'T TOUCH ME! LEAVE ME ALONE!! GET OFF!! STOP!!!!" she flailed and kicked the old man in the face before running out of the small space moving over his body and heading towards the safety of her room. 

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Master Myoga fell her foot thump against his head as he backed away, the woman jumping over him and scurried to her bedroom shutting the door. The old man sat still motionless, his eyes were wide and he shook his head, he felt so bad for her. The rage in her eyes, the pain and the sorrow...she was broken on the inside, her mind fractured and split off from everything else. She would need time and he would give her all the time she needed. 

Opal found herself in the bedroom, her clothing and things were laid out in a chest for her, all her precious items had been returned. The woman clung to the towel wrapped around her body, her messy raven hair sprawled over her glistening shoulders as she sobbed in the corner of the dark room. She rubbed her shoulder shivering, uncertain of anything. All she could do was cradle her body and rock band forth while moaning in whimpers. She had never felt so low before...there was nothing she could do but accept defeat from within. 

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Master Myoga had stepped in front of her door, "Opal-san, I have dinner prepared for you. I shall set it outside your door when you are comfortable enough to get it. I know you have been through a great ordeal, I don't have words to express the sadness of the situation. Should you need to talk, come find me in my bedroom, I am here for you...my child." the man said no other words.

Opal peered out from her hands as they shook, her stomach growled as the delicious foods were escaping into her room. She crawled on her hands and knees towards her door, a shaky hand sliding it open and seeing a trey full of food. Quickly she brought it in and started to woof down every tid bit on the plate. The tears in her eyes were still there, she felt ashamed and unable to live up to Master Myoga's disciple, his student. After the last crumb was eaten she slid the tray to the wall and found her private chest where her items were stored for safe keeping. There was a pair of clothing that Master Myoga had tailored for her so she had something to sleep in. The woman materialized her menu and she quickly took the items in storage and put them in her inventory. She garbed herself in clothing that was form fitting to her but it covered most of her body, a more modest wardrobe given by her master. 

Edited September 26, 2015 by Opal

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The woman slinked into her bed and rolled the covers over her head, it felt like one nightmare, it didn't feel real. But it was, she knew that and had to accept it. Now she was back in her own little safe sanctuary. Her eyes fluttered open and closed overwhelmed with sleep she never got a restful night. Every night she thought about sleeping in that prison cell, her eyes would snap open or she was awakened by the grunts and moans over her body as she was laid out in front of her captures. Her body shivered again, as she closed her eyes those nightmares surfaced in her mind, darkness swallowing her and she could feel her body being grabbed and pulled, defiled and mutilated as she screamed and screamed. When she was flailing around her eyes shot wide to the brightness in her room, it had become morning and Master Myoga was trying to calm her down. She shrieked for a moment continuing to wail her arms and legs, then she slowly stopped and screamed and started to cry into his shoulder. The old man wrapped her up in his old, fragile arms. She cried and cried and could not stop, the haunting images still very real in her mind. 

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"Shh...shhh...You are safe now, Opal-san...you are safe now." the girl continued to cry into his shoulder as he stroked her shoulders and got her to calm down. The woman couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried, her lips shivered as she attempted to speak, "Every...every time I closed my eyes...they were there, staring at me...on me, I couldn't move at all, I couldn't fight back. Their dirty skin was always pressed against me, I just couldn't move...I feel so worthless right now, so tainted and scared. Why? Why did this happen to me?" she sobbed into his shoulders, the old teacher nodded his head, it was his fault, "I couldn't protect you, Opal-san. My failure as a teacher lead you to that Hell and I am forever sorry to have let you down." A wisp of a cold tear trickled down his eyes onto his weathered skin. He felt useless in this moment, but she seemed to find comfort in his arms.

"Who...who was it?" she asked almost in a dark growl from her choked throat. The old man hesitated but she looked up at him, finding nerve to look him in his eyes. She got out of his arms, "Tell me!" her voice was harsh in tone and her eyes finally showed some sort of emotion after the day she had been completely catatonic.   

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Master Myoga sighed and sat down in a comfortable position, he stroked his chin after she demanded to know what was going on. He sighed and explained the story to herm "When the game first came out, I took up an apprentice named Volcano. He had a lot of spirit, a lot of passion and fire in his eyes. He wanted to know the ways of the shinobi and he sought me out and found me. I was hesitant at first, but I later accepted him as my pupil. He trained under my care for a few months, then there was behavioral changes in him, he became more violent and thuggish. I asked him what the meaning of the change was, he said he was tried of always doing things slow, he was aggravated with my method of teaching told me to train him faster. I asked him to leave the day after, I would not train anyone who did not have patience for it. The path of Shinobi and Samurai are not learned in the course of a handful of weeks. It takes time and patience..."

"Master Myoga, get on with the story." 

The man stroked his beard once more and nodded, "Soon after that I had a few visitors come round my Temple. A man named Sensui along with a few thugs of his and Volcano of course. Sensui is a charismatic young man, however he is brutal and without compassion and remorse for anyone. I would say he is the very embodiment of the devil if there was such a thing here. He demanded that I teach him the secret techniques of Iaido, a very unique art that I prided myself on which used  the motion of drawing the blade form the sheath to make quick attacks. However there are other forms as well, but that one was my favorite. I denied him along with the others that have asked and he sought revenge on me one day...Apparently that day had come when he sent Volcano to take you away."

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Opal nodded, "So revenge...is it? Cowards..." she muttered looking away. He nodded, "Apparently they got what they were after. However, I never taught you Iaido or any of the other unique arts of the Samurai. I am unsure now if you are able to with the current state of your mind."

"What? No! I refuse that! Master Myoga, you found something in me that no one else could find. And now you are telling me you won't because of what happened? Am I pissed off? Yes, the hell I am. BUT I am not stupid or even remotely foolish enough to think they can just get away with what they did to me. I will make them pay, I will make them suffer as I suffered and I will watch their world burn before my very own eyes. Master Myoga, you taught me the values of passion and self control, the spiritual enlightenment...But revenge..."

"Opal-san...Revenge will get you nothing in return. Taking his life will not wash away the wounds he has inflicted on you. I simply can not teach you the art of Bushido, the code of arms of those before me...Not in your state..."

The woman glared at him and stifled a tear that welled up in the corner of her eye. Her hands turned to fists as she shook them and then slowly started to relax. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Her soft pure honey colored eyes looked at Master Myoga and she nodded to him, "Fine, fine...If that is the way it's going to be...Then I'll leave. There is nothing more you can teach me, or willing to teach me." She stood up and glared at the old man.

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"Whatever you saw in me...is now dead, Master Myoga. I have no life to go back to now, whatever was inside of me has been raped and broken beyond what I am and can currently do. You say you are sorry, but you won't let me get the revenge I desire. There is more than just etiquette in this world! Kyaba showed that to us the moment we were trapped in this game. People keep thinking they can spit on me and not think twice of the repercussions. I'm not trash! I am not here to make your life enjoyable or pleasing. I came here to learn because you said I had something in me! And now..."

"Opal-san...Please understand..."

"NO! No more understanding! I will not be another Volcano, I will not be another Sensui! Help me, Master Myoga!" she got down on her knees once more pleading with him, "Teach me the sword of life! Teach me the things I need so I can protect myself! Teach me the values I need! But...don't sit here and tell me the world will be alright with just simple ideals of passion and patience! The world is none of those things! People like him are scum and should be removed from the face of the planet where they taint the idea of the sword! I am begging you! PLEASE...don't do this to me now, not now...I've come so far...I just can't...go back to that..."

Master Myoga looked down at his hands, perhaps she was right after all. Perhaps it was time to add something new to the training procedure, "Very well, Opal-san. Tomorrow we start something new." 

"Today..." she countered.