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Author's note: I'm not sure how many people read these sorts of fan-fiction. The more adult, dark, a little OOC, torturous ones. This is set during Erza's capture on the tower of heaven, before she escaped. I'm thinking it'll be a one-off, or I might make a series of Erza in compromised positions; I think they explore her humanity. And allow me to vent. T for now, depending on how dark I'm thinking in the future. If you read this, please comment; I'd like to hear your thoughts. But if you don't want to read evil or naughty fics, close this window now and save me your whining.

Jel'al Moment 1: Imprisoned

Erza hung from her restraints, the thick ropes binding her magic powers as surely as they bound her aching wrists. Her shoulders ached from their strained position. She could feel the ropes digging into her, cutting at soft flesh. She shifted her weight, trying to reduce the pain, and couldn't hold back a small gasp. The puff of air was visible in the cool of the stone room, the steam white contrasting against the dirty grey of the walls. She shivered, the racking of her frame yanking her arms against the ropes and increasing the hurt.

"Feeling alright?" The smooth tenor voice filled the room, harnessing the acoustics in such a way that it seemed to come from everywhere. Erza jerked her head around. He was leaning against the wall in the shadows off to her left side. His hair cast his face into darkness, shielding his face but for his thin lips, which curved into a mocking smile. He straightened an walked out to face her. "You've been hanging there for a long time now." He made a show of looking around as he walked. "You wouldn't know, though, without windows." He stopped a metre from her and smoothed down his shirt. "Two, three days?" he shrugged, and let out a small laugh. "I wasn't paying attention." Erza wondered how long he'd been there, staring at her. She wondered if he was here to take her for the sacrifice, whether it was time for her to die. She twisted her neck to stretch a crick, and remained silent. He would get around to his intentions when he was ready, and nothing she could say would change that. "I can see you thinking, Erza. My," he laughed again, "You haven't changed a bit. Every thought plain on your face. I would've thought you'd be better at lying. Don't people ever ask you about your past?" Erza ignored him, looking over his shoulder to see if any of his lackeys had accompanied him. None of her other former friends were present. It didn't seem like he was here to take her away. Unless he was simply taking his time; but that wasn't like Jel'al. He like to play games, and he liked to see the pieces moving. A trapped pawn wasn't any use. She guessed he must be here to test the waters, to play with one of his pieces before he sacrificed it for the checkmate. She avoided his eyes, knowing he was studying her face. She watched his feet as he stepped forward and lightly stroked the back of his hand down her cheek. "I think about you, Erza," he murmured. "I thought about you every day after I exiled you." His hand halted on her face to cup her chin, and he dragged a thumb across her lower lip. "Every night..."

He was so close, his nose nearly touching hers. She could feel his hot breath against her lips, feel a blush crawling up her cheeks. Her lips felt very dry all of a sudden. Her tongue darted out to moisten them as she held her breath, waiting for Jel'al's next move. He tilted his chin slightly. Their noses rubbed against one another, and the blush on her cheeks deepened. He was too close. She unintentionally stepped back, the unexpected movement causing the aching muscles of her arms to spasm as they were stretched uncomfortably. She grimaced, a hiss escaping between gritted teeth.

This time, Jel'al's laughter was loud and full, echoing over the stonework. Erza's skin rose in goose-bumps as the sound pervaded the air. The cruel tones made her feel exposed. She wished she had her armour. It might've given her some kind of protection to the piercing darts of his malice. He grabbed one of her bound wrists and squeezed, pulling down on it so the cords cut deep. Erza bit her lip hard, blood welling from the wound. She watched Jel'al as his eyes followed the welling blood. With a finger he traced the path it would follow down her chin. He wrenched at her wrist again. A tear escaped the corner of her eye and she was forced to bite deeper into her sore lip. Blood flowed faster now, forming a small rivulet that ran down her neck and across the contours of her collar bone to fall into the crease of her breasts and disappear beneath her dress. Jel'al rose his gaze to meet Erza's eyes. When she tried to look away he carefully twisted her head back to him, his fingers sinking into her cheeks as he held her in place. He bent downwards, looking at her face from underneath his brows, a wicked grin showing pearly white teeth. Realising his intentions, she jerked back, releasing a yowl of pain for her sore arms. In response, his arms came around her waist, holding her still. She fought against his hold, trying to ignore the stabbing pain of her wrists and shoulders that was making her face pale. After several quick moments, the pain overcame her, and she was forced to stop struggling. It was all she could do to remain conscious. Jel'al's embrace held her upright. A palm entwining with her scarlet hair tilted her face towards his. She glared blearily at him through a haze of agony. She stubbornly set her chin. No matter what happened, she would not speak to him. Nothing she could say would help her, now, and would if anything further incite Jel'al's madness. Better to keep quiet, and not waste her breath. His grin grew more menacing as he found her at his mercy.

"Erza." He laughed an evil laugh. "I hear they call you 'Titania', now. Queen of the fairies..." He bent his head to her chest once more, his arms tightening about her as she stiffened. "I wonder what they'd think, to see you with your wings cut off." His tongue lapped at the thin trail of blood in between her breasts, his heavy breathing warming her belly. His light stubble scratched against the supple skin. Chills spread over her, and she felt her breathing hitch. Her arms shook uncontrollably, causing the cords to creak against one another. All of her weak thrashes were quickly combated by his strong arms. Jel'al rose his tongue up her neck, following the blood trail that led to her swollen lip. Erza felt her hair pulling against his hand as he rose her chin up to gain access to the soft skin of her neck. Her lips parted as he sank his teeth harshly into her. He drew back and looked at her, pulling her hair roughly to make her look back at him. His eyes drew to her parted lips and he lowered his own to them, gently nibbling on her swollen lower lip, sucking at the weeping wound. The pain drew a sigh from her, and he moved his lips to capture it, sinking into a deep kiss. His tongue pushed against her own, tasting the soft, moist flesh. Angrily, Erza sank her teeth into his tongue, tasting his blood. The sudden pain caused him to jerk back from her, a scowl on his face. She sagged in the ropes without his support, screaming as they filled her with agony. He watched her, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a delicate finger. "That wasn't very nice, Erza." Without warning, he violently kicked her in the ribs, throwing her harder against her tethers. She panted, almost blind with pain. He watched her writhe for a time, his arms crossed. "Well, I'll come back later. Tomorrow you die, after all." He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her to standing, laughing at her screams. He roughly kissed her once more, quickly and painfully, before forcefully throwing her down. She fainted, slumping against the restraints. He stared at her slumped form, studying the tracks of fresh blood amongst the crusting of old. Her mouth hung open a little, leaking a thin trail of blood down her chin. A droplet fell to the floor as he watched, the sound loud in the now-silent room. He grinned and stroked her hair. "I'll be back soon, Erza. Mind your manners next time, please. You are a guest here, after all."

End.

Author: So, if you thought this was ok, please comment and I might post another moment, maybe from when she got shot with a cannon, or bit by the cobra, fought with laxus or the tree-dude. I'll think about it, but if you have any suggestions, make them and I'll take them into consideration. Thanks

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