Sacrifice

Riff Raff and Magenta find themselves in trouble after one of Frank's parties, but little do they know that things will become much worse when Magenta learns of something soon after.

AN: Hello to all RHPS fans! I am PandaChan915, but you may call me P-Chan ;D I've been on this site FOREVER but this is my 1st story! O_O I've seen several stories like this one, but they've never been finished or I didn't like how things were going. So I decided to try my hand at writing a Riff/Magenta fic. Please be kind and NO FLAMERS! If you aren't a fan of RHPS or of this pairing, then why are you even here? XD To the rest of you, please sit back and enjoy my first fic, and another note: yes, it may be a bit angsty, and full of drama…like those kids don't have enough to deal with right? Just wanted to warn ya…

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Pacing. That was what Magenta found herself doing one night after one of Frank's many conventional parties. Both she and her brother Riff Raff were summoned immediately after the Transylvanian guests had departed. Magenta had been about to enter the Throne Room, but Riff held her back, stating that he would go in first to see what Furter wanted of them. The old clock in the hallway chimed 11o' clock, and Magenta's nerves were beginning to wear thin. She could only imagine what they could have done to anger him now, for she knew no could come out of being summoned so urgently by Frank 'N Furter. Just when Magenta felt as though she would go mad with anticipation, she heard the sounds of the doors open. Turning, she found Riff Raff walk slowly from the room.

"What happened in there Riff?" Magenta asked as she ran to her brother, worry etched in her voice.

"Nothing!" Riff responded, more harshly than he intended. "I mean, nothing happened to you need to concern yourself with."

Magenta was confused by his words. "What do you mean brother? You were in there for such a long time I-"

"Magenta!" She jumped when she heard her name being bellowed from the Throne Room.

"Magenta," Riff gently, but urgently took her chin in his hand to refocus her attention on him, "Furter is not in a good way right now. He may be quick to anger, so do not say anything that may upset him."

"Riff I still don't under-"Magenta began, but Riff's grip on her chin tightened a mere fraction as he hastened to explain.

"Magenta he is angry with us, with our behavior this evening."

Magenta's eyes widened in horror. Clutching Riff's hand that still held her face, she whispered frantically, "But we did nothing wrong Riff! What is he accusing us for?"

"Magenta, listen to me." Riff was now using both hands to cup his sister's face, "I cannot say more, because he ordered me not to speak to you tonight. And you must not make him wait any longer, for he will surely look for a way to punish you too."

Seeing his sister's eyes widen in confusion, Riff knew he had slipped up. Before Magenta could question him however, Riff Raff quickly kissed the top of her head and gave her a light push toward the white doors. Magenta took a step forward, but then stopped to look at her brother.

"Go."He said, "Before he summons you again."

Magenta nodded and, after taking a deep breath, she opened the doors and walked inside. Riff Raff watched as she disappeared behind those white doors.

"Please dear sister, do not do anything that would instill his rage upon you. Maybe then your punishment will be less severe than mine." With that, he turned and headed for the lab, wincing from the lash marks upon his back.

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Magenta slowly entered the Throne Room. It was hard to believe that only hours ago, this room had been occupied by many Transylvanian Conventionalists. There were lights, loud music, food, and laughter as the guests took part in one of Frank's many parties. Now the room was quite as death, and the once illuminating lights had been dimmed, save for one. It shown directly over that silver throne where sat the one man she loathed more than anything.

Frank' N Furter was a sadistic little mother's boy who always got what he wanted, but seeing as how his mother was The Great Furter, the Queen of Transsexual, this came as no surprise. Frank loved to be the center of attention. He also loved when he was in charge of everything, be it people or objects, and at that moment, Magenta was not sure which category she feel into.

"Magenta," His voice cut into her thoughts like a knife, "Do you intend to make me wait all evening?"

Magenta took the hint and hurried forward, stopping in front of the steps that elevated His Highness above her. Eyes to the ground so she did not have to look upon this wretched man, she asked calmly, "You summoned me, Sir?"

Frank was chuckling softly. Magenta, betraying her better judgment, glanced up at him. He was wearing his favorite purple corset, complete with fishnets and high heel shoes. There was a smile on his face, though it held no sincerity. Swinging his legs from over the arm of his throne he stood up and began to descend the stairs.

"Sir? Oh no no no Magenta. That won't do at all." He stopped on the last step and reached out to caress her check. Magenta recoiled at his touch, but he caught her chin in his hand and tilted it upward so she was looking directly into his heavily make-up eyes. "'Sir' is such an ugly word. It carries no depth, no…passion. A word such as this should never pass through your beautiful lips." His thumb began to glide slowly over her blood red mouth. Magenta fought the instinct to bite him, for anything done against Frank 'N Furter would only be repaid tenfold.

"No no Magenta. From now on you are to call me 'Master'."

Taken-aback, Magenta opened her mouth to speak, but was soon silenced when Frank's lips came crashing down to meet her own. Magenta struggled to break the unwanted contact, but Frank was much stronger than she was and he soon looped his other hand through her hair in order to hold her steady. Not willing to submit, Magenta forcibly pushed Frank away from her. Wiping her mouth, Magenta looked up at Frank defiantly only to be knocked down by the force of the backhand.

"So it's true." Frank spat at the woman at his feet, "The filthy rumors about you and your wretched brother!"

Magenta's eyes shot up. "I do not know what are talking about." She said trying to regain her composure.

"Don't lie to me." Frank made a gesture to strike her again, but Magenta held up an arm to block her face. Frank grabbed her and brought her up in a kneeling position. "Did you think you could hide it? Did you think that no one would notice?"

"You are hurting me, Master." Magenta said trying to wrench her arm out of Frank's grasp, "Let go of me!"

Frank merely tightened his grip and went on. "-and at my own party non-the-less. In front of my guests! I heard them muttering to one another." Magenta soon realized to what Frank was referring to and quickly rose to defend herself.

"We were only dancing! You know yourself the hypnotic effects of the Time Warp! With that kind of euphoria how can you deny us that one joy? To dance so freely as if we were still back home on Transsexual. If I recall correctly Master, your guests were dancing as well. It was not just my brother and I." She finally pulled her arm free of Frank's grasp as he pondered her statement. He also took this time to look over the domestic. She was rubbing the arm that he had grabbed, but was standing tall, no doubt preparing herself for another round. Her pale face was still slightly flushed from her argument, and Frank noticed a hint of that burning rebellion in her eyes.

'She would do well to be reminded of her place.' Frank thought. "Be that as it may Magenta," he said with a haughty smile back on his face, "You and your brother have caused me a great deal of embarrassment. It will take much persuading to rid my guests of those rumors before they reach mother."

Magenta was about to protest, but Frank 'N Furter just talked over her. "Fortunately, I can be quite persuasive, so no harm done…-"

Magenta couldn't believe what she heard. Frank 'N Furter was actually going to let them off with no-

"…-as long as an adequate punishment is given." He finished, smiling sadistically at the look on Magenta's face.

"Now tell me my dear, how do you propose I should punish you for the embarrassment that you and your brother have caused me?"

For a moment, Magenta faltered. She knew all too well how Frank could be if they were insubordinate. She realized it would be for the greater good if she just accepted what he planned for her and say no more about it. At least if she cooperated, he may not go after Riff. Lowering her head to feign respect, she replied,

"In whatever way the Master feels is appropriate."

"Excellent answer." Frank smiled again, fingering the whip that was fastened on the side of his outfit. Magenta looked at it with unease, but said nothing. "Now I am a reasonable man." Frank said, reaching out and taking Magenta's chin between his fingers once more. Tilting her face upward he continued, "Mistakes…happen. I am aware of this. I do hope I am right in letting you off with a warning." He released her and turned to walk back up the steps to his throne. Magenta was still with shock. She could hardly believe her good fortune.

"Yes." She said, relief coating her every word, "Thank you Master. I am most grate-…"

"You are to grovel at my feet and beg my forgiveness." Frank's harsh words cut her off. Magenta looked up to find him sitting on his silver throne, looking so damn proud it made her sick, but he wasn't done with her yet. "After I feel you have earned it, you are to clean this castle from top to bottom. It's a bit of an added bonus to your usual chores."

"But Master that will take clear into tomorrow!" Magenta protested, but was silenced by the crack of Frank's whip on the ground beside him.

"And that my dear, is why they call it 'a punishment'. Now, show me how sorry you are." Magenta made no effort to move. She refused to degrade herself to a man such as Frank 'N Furter, especially for something as innocent as dancing with her brother. Frank noticed her rebellion, and to this, he gave a chuckle and shake of his head, as though he were trying to explain something very simple to someone very stupid. "You either beg my forgiveness or its five lashings. Whatever your choice, this castle will be spotless by morning, and trust me love, it will be so much easier without the pain of the whip to hold you back."

Magenta's eyes were wide. Her pride would not allow her to submit so easily, but she could not deny that Frank 'N Furter spoke the truth. Magenta took a deep, steadying breath, and walked forward. Giving Frank a seething glare, she knelt down in front of him and bowed low, palms to the floor.

"Please Master. Please forgive the actions of my brother and myself." She said, her long fingers curling their way to dig into her palms. "I speak for us both in saying that we shall refrain from any such behavior that will cause our Master any further embarrassment. I humbly ask for your forgiveness." She was certain her nails had drawn blood from digging into her palms, but still, she waited. For what she waited for, she did not know. When would he choose to end it? Would he speak or just leave her? She silently hoped for the latter, so as to not have to listen to his voice for the rest of the night. Then, after what seemed like ages-

"I suppose that will do." Came Frank's bored voice, "I suggest you get to work. The castle won't clean itself you know."

Magenta stood up from her place on the floor.

"Yes, Sir." She replied stiffly. She turned to leave but soon felt a searing pain on her back that caused her to gasp and stumble. Looking behind her, Magenta saw Frank holding his whip, an eyebrow raised.

"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that. What did you say Magenta?" He spoke in mock confusion, and with this added to the throbbing pain on her back, it took everything Magenta had to reply in a simple,

"Nothing…Master."

"Good." said Frank winding up the whip and walking down the steps. Before he had passed her, Frank stopped next to Magenta, leaned in close and muttered,

"And do not let me hear anything else again." Smiling again, he continued for the door, "And Magenta," he called over his shoulder, "You would be wise to pass that message along to your brother."

When the door had slammed shut, Magenta fell to her knees and began to beat the floor with her fists. She hated this castle. She hated this planet. And more than ever, she hated that man. Silent tears began to flow down her cheeks, no matter how hard Magenta tried to stifle them. Giving a defeated sigh, she wiped the offending tears away and stood up, wincing as her back gave a rather painful throb.

'When will this nightmare end?' she thought as she slowly made for the door, 'When will Riff and I finally be free of this madman and of this planet called Earth?'

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AN: OMG I'm so scared! How did I do??!? Remember please be kind but helpful in your reviews :3