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Chapter 1
The darkness was thick, impenetrable, suffocating the woman like a cloak. She sat quietly in the inky blackness, radiating calm, patient. The window above her head was barred and shuttered from the outside and, she knew without a doubt, heavily locked. Her captors had carefully sealed off every little loophole to keep her there, nice and compliant, a delicious treat. The woman had remained serene and silent, not even bothering to formulate an escape plan, but instead resigned herself to wait until the opportune moment presented itself. Of course, she easily could have blasted her way out, but they had stripped her of her clothes and her black leather gloves, her only weapon, and given her a skimpy outfit not unlike the ones she had seen the other girls wear in the slums of Sector 7. She had expected this.
After all, she had come here on her own free will, allowed herself to be captured.
She shifted in the darkness and winced. Of course she had known what it meant to come to a place like this, but the knowledge hadn't made it any more bearable. She had become a favorite for nearly all of the perverse, foul bastards that ran this place, and that in itself was both damning and fortunate. Fortunate because she was able to count how many of them there were in the building. Damning because they loved to "play" with her. And none too gently. Her body ached in places that should never have to ache. Well, at least for the wrong reasons. They had desecrated her, ravaged her in ways that made her sick to her stomach simply by remembering. But it would all be worth it if she succeeded. Failure was not an option, for the other girls trapped there or for her.
Her deadline was that evening, where the only person to whom she had confided her plans would be waiting for her at the nearby train station. If the woman failed to show, they would tell the others and come get her themselves. Maybe that would be best. But she had pride, and she resolved to do this herself. If the others ever found out…she didn't want to think about their reactions.
It was time to act. One of them would be coming soon, she knew…
The door to her room- or rather cell- opened. Perfect. For once, she was glad to see one of the dirty bastards. She forced herself to remain calm as the man's face broke into a leering grin. He didn't even bother to conceal his obvious lust.
"Hey there, gorgeous." The woman involuntarily shivered at the words. The man noticed this, and the sick smile grew wider as he exhaled a stream of smoke from a drag of his cigarette. "I'll bet you missed me, didn't you?" The woman lowered her long eyelashes demurely as he ground out the cigarette with his boot. She played the part of the broken, subdued girl well, barely moving or displaying any emotion on her face as the man began to undress. When he reached his pants, however, he stopped and fixed her with that awful smile.
"How about you take these off for me, sugar?"
She knew he would ask. She got to her feet and slowly approached him, taking extra care to sway her hips. When she was less than a few inches away, she lowered her head as if to crouch down, then brought her knee up directly into his groin. Hard.
"You bitch!" He doubled over with a cry of agony. The woman almost felt sorry for him as she raised her knee again, this time connecting with his face. There was a sickening crunch and a spurt of blood- wonderful. She had broken his nose. She swung her leg around in a swift roundhouse kick and sent him sprawling across the room to rest in a tangled heap.
"One down, seven to go," she said to herself. She bent down to unhook the key ring from the man's belt loop and crept quietly from the room, pausing only to check the hallway for any others.
The first room was diagonal to hers. She went through three of the keys and finally unlocked the door with the fourth. As she pushed it open slowly the girl inside began to sob, and the pitiful, broken sound stabbed at the woman's heart. She had to get these girls out of here.
"Shh," she said as she approached the weeping girl. She barely looked more than seventeen. She stopped crying when she realized it wasn't one of the men and stared at the woman with glistening blue eyes. "I'm going to get you out of here. Come with me."
The girl began to weep again. "Thank you, oh, thank you so much!"
Such a pretty thing, the woman thought as she helped the girl to her feet. She doesn't deserve this. None of them do. "Be very quiet, and let me handle the others," she whispered aloud. The girl nodded, her blue eyes wide with fear. Keeping a firm grip on her hand, the woman led her out of the room.
As the two approached the end of the hall, they heard a pair of voices from around the corner. "Wait here," the older woman breathed to the younger, who nodded and pressed herself against the wall. The woman waited until the voices were closer, then rounded the corner and sprang at them with the quickness of a panther.
"What the-?" one of the men exclaimed. The woman kicked her leg high into his jaw and drove her elbow into the gut of the other. The first one went down instantly. The other received a sharp kick to the head, and he joined his companion on the floor. Once again she took the girl's hand and continued on down the hallway. The girl gazed at her with an awed expression but thankfully remained silent.
The next hallway contained two more rooms. They had obviously just been vacated by the two men now unconscious on the ground, for the girls inside the rooms were practically naked and weeping. Quickly they threw on their clothes and formed a chain behind her with their hands tightly linked together. Upon opening the fourth room, the woman actually caught one of the men in the act of tearing the clothes of the sobbing girl beneath him. A red haze fell over the woman's eyes; with gritted teeth she grabbed the man by the waistband of his pants and literally threw him against the nearest wall. She grabbed a handful of his hair and slammed his head against the floor. He blacked out almost instantly.
She turned to the shivering brunette on the ground. "Are you all right?" When the girl nodded, the woman said, "Get dressed, quickly. I'm getting you out of here."
The girl hurried to comply. Soon she too was linked to the others and racing down another hallway, where the woman dispatched two more men with ease, grabbing them by the hair and cracking their heads together. Three more girls joined, one of whom said, "There's four more. One of them is my sister- please help her, please!"
"It's all right," the woman said soothingly. "I'm getting you all out of this place. Don't worry." A calming aura seemed to radiate from her, and the girls found themselves instantly reassured. With this woman, they would be safe.
The remaining four girls, she deduced, were on the second floor. She corralled the seven she had released behind her, hands linked together like the cars of a train, and raced up the stairs to the next level of the building. The remaining two men, to her horror, were leaving the same room, laughing disgustingly. Their backs were to her as they walked away.
"I love it when they scream," one of them chortled.
"God, the tits on her," the other said wetly. "I could take that piece of ass all night."
The woman shot forward through the haze of red and slammed them both against the wall, one hand around each of their throats. Reminding herself that she wasn't here to kill, she jabbed her thumbs into the soft flesh beneath their jaws and let them drop limply to the floor. Then she raced to the the room and quickly unlocked it. The poor girl was lying motionless on the ground, completely naked. Her skin was patterned with ugly bruises. A pulse beat beneath the woman's fingers, making her almost sob with relief, and she quickly clothed her and carried her out to the others. They instantly made to revive her while the woman retrieved the final three girls. The last one looked no older than 15- she threw herself at the girl who had exclaimed about her sister, both sobbing with relief.
The woman slumped against the wall, suddenly dizzy; she could not remember the last time she had eaten a decent meal. But none of that mattered now. She had freed the girls. She had succeeded. Now, at last, she could get out of this hellhole and go home.
"All right," she said to the eleven girls gazing at her with gratitude and awe. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting the hell out of this getup." She plucked at her skimpy outfit with distaste.
"They have our things in the downstairs office," said a cute redhead with luminous green eyes. She bowed her head with a shameful expression. "They…brought me down there once, and I saw them."
The woman squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Then let's go get them and get the hell out of here."
The redhead led the way back downstairs and stopped at a door near the entrance. None of the keys would unlock it, so the woman did the only thing she could. She busted it down with a single kick from her bare foot. Ah. She never got tired of that, even though it did sting a bit.
"Holy shit," said a tall blonde. The woman smiled.
As the redhead had promised, all of their belongings were piled on a table near a large window covered with heavy black drapes. The girls quickly stripped and put on their own clothes, some of them weeping with joy. The woman could only imagine how long some of them had been there. Miraculously, none of them were pregnant. Apparently the men who ran this place didn't want kids on their hands.
The woman pulled on her normal clothes and slipped on her black leather gloves with a sigh of contented relief. She never went anywhere without them: they were like a security blanket to her. To anyone else the thought would seem ludicrous- they were just leather gloves. But she knew better. She flexed her fingers a few times, then turned to the girls. They all bore signs of abuse: bruises of every shape and color; swollen lips and bloodied fingers and nails from desperate attempts to fight; even a black eye or two.
"What are your names?" asked the woman.
The redhead answered first. "Clarissa."
"Tanya," said the apparent youngest.
"Corinne," the tall, willowy blonde said. Her eyes were a gleaming violet color.
"Marisol," said Tanya's sister.
Down the line they went. The one who had been found unconscious was Meline. Riza was the stunning brunette who the woman had thrown the man off of. The first girl rescued was Rose, the two after her were Danza and Lillian, and the two before Tanya were Keslynn and Selene.
"And who are you?" asked Lillian, sweeping back her long black hair. "Why did you save us?"
The woman was silent for awhile. Then she smiled slightly and said, "A few years ago I came to a place like this for something I believed in. It was a terrible, disgusting place, but I survived. And now you will too. Everyone deserves freedom." She looked at each of them, the survivors of cruel, brutal behavior, and wondered if they had realized that she had not told them her name. Ah, well. Maybe it was best that they didn't know.
After a tear-filled goodbye with the girls, the woman set off for the train station just as dawn began to break. Her stomach growled loudly. Food had to wait- she would eat on the train perhaps. While she walked she imagined the happy reunions the girls would surely receive when they went home to their families and loved ones. Riza, Clarissa and Keslynn had mentioned boyfriends, and Meline said she was married. The woman had hugged them each goodbye and wished them well. All of them told her that they would never forget her. At this her eyes had burned, but she did not cry. She hadn't cried in a long time.
A few hours passed- she didn't know how many, nor did she care- and finally she arrived at the train station. It was empty except for a few early morning workers and a person who immediately noticed her approaching and started jumping up and down, waving her arms frantically.
"I's about damn time!" yelled Yuffie Kisaragi. "You had me worried sick, you know." Her dark eyes narrowed as she inspected the woman. "You don't look too good," she observed, brow furrowed.
The woman collapsed onto the bench with a soft, exhausted groan. Yuffie immediately sat beside her. "What's wrong?" she demanded. A strange feeling was already churning in her stomach, and it was confirmed when she saw the bruises on the woman's exposed arms and calves. Damn it all to hell. She knew she shouldn't have let her go to that place.
"Yufiie," said the woman in a soft voice. "I need you to promise me something."
The young ninja looked into the mahogany eyes of Tifa Lockheart with a stony expression. "Yeah?"
"Don't tell Cloud."