This chapter is very dark. If you are offended by sexual assaults, do not read it.
Fullmetal Alchemist belongs to Hiromu Arakawa.
Tap, Tap, Tap.
Colonel Roy Mustang sat at his desk, tapping his pen off its smooth surface. The paperwork was heaped up in mounds, covering nearly half its surface. His workload had gotten so ridiculous that Roy frequently dreamt about being buried alive under all the stacks or bleeding to death from paper cuts.
Yes, Roy's life was falling apart. Besides the paperwork, he had found out exactly what Maes had meant by the military being in trouble. As his punishment, Roy's loyal subordinates were taken from him and placed all over the Amestris. Except for Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, who was made the Fuehrer's personal assistant. In reality she was his hostage.
Even though Bradley tried to cut Roy off from his resources, he still pushed on ahead, striving to achieve his goals. Now that Roy knew of the homunculi plot, his goals were more important than ever. And against all odds, he and his former team still gathered information and communicated. Roy was smug about circumventing Bradley's stop gate on his actions.
Therefore, it threw Roy for a loop when he was called to the Fuehrer's office unexpectedly. He walked down the hallways of Central headquarters quickly, feeling very uneasy. It felt as if he was walking into a trap. Roy couldn't do anything to sway the feelings that all the officers in the area where gossiping about him, insulting him behind his back. After all, Roy was the fool for not seeing the homunculi plot before and an even bigger one for getting caught off guard when he did.
Rounding the corner towards Bradley's office, Roy spotted Riza Hawkeye at her post as Bradley's secretary. Even though she knew her position as the Fuehrer's hostage, she carried on like the perfect soldier. Roy doubted he could possess the patience and fortitude to be in that position. As he approached his destination, he glanced at her briefly, hoping to convene assurance. However, the Lieutenant's eyes were full of quiet worry when he passed by her desk and entered Bradley's office. Inside were many of the top military officials. They grew silent upon Roy's entrance.
"Colonel Mustang, how nice of you to join us," Bradley's deep voice carried across the office. The top brass eyed him with both disdain and amusement. "May I ask what you need of me, sir?" Roy answered.
"A lesson," Bradley quipped, walking past Roy and gesturing to one of the officers near the door. The man exited quickly and re-entered pulling Riza by the arm. Her eyes caught with the Colonel's for a brief moment, displaying confusion. Two men quickly came from behind and grabbed Roy's arms, forcing his head in Bradley's direction as the Fuhrer took off his military jacket, setting it on the back of his desk chair. Roy didn't fight them.
"Now Colonel, I instructed you to give up this little quest of yours. I suppose your ambition is greater than your common sense." Bradley motioned the man who held Riza over to his desk. Four other men joined them, pushing Riza onto Bradley's desk.
"What are you doing? She has nothing to do with this!" Roy yelled recklessly, struggling against the men holding him. Riza looked even more confused, frantically searching Roy's eyes for instructions.
"Oh but she does. You WILL learn not to disobey me,." Bradley said darkly.
The men wrestled Riza onto the desk. It took more men to complete that task as she began to fight against them. One man ended up with a bloody nose. She resisted as much as she could but was soon overpowered. They even wrestled her guns away before she could defend herself. Quickly they gagged her and used a rope to tie her to the desk. Roy watched horrified as Bradley loomed over her, sword in hand. With one quick motion, he slit the front of her clothes, exposing her skin. Roy renewed his struggles against the men holding him back, desperate to save his former Lieutenant from what was to come next. Ice flooded his veins as he watched Bradley lower his pants.
"Lieutenant! Lieutenant!" Roy cried out helplessly as Bradley began his assault. When Riza looked over at him, tears in her eyes, Roy felt himself break inside. He fought harder against his captors, only to have more men hold him back. "Well lookie here Mustang, she's a virgin. I wonder if she was saving herself for you?" Bradley taunted. "Lieutenant!... Riza!" Roy yelled louder. Riza turned her gaze to the ceiling and Roy let out a feral scream. Defeated, he sunk to his knees, feeling more useless than he had ever felt in his entire life.
The sensation of a dark presence loomed over him and Roy glanced up to see Bradley staring down at him, fully dressed. "I think we're done here gentlemen," Bradley quipped again, gesturing to the rest of the men to leave the room. They chuckled about how broken Roy looked and how Riza was such a common whore.
Upon hearing the door click shut, Roy got up and hurried over to Riza. She still looked up at the ceiling but with a faraway look. Tears stung his eyes as he glanced over her condition. Gently he touched her cheek and moved some hair out of her face. He noticed her favorite hair clip had fallen out at some point. Digging in his pockets, Roy found his small pocket knife and cut the gag and binds holding her to the desk. Once freed, her arms and legs dangled listlessly off the sides of the desk. Returning to look at her, Roy cupped her face in his hands, murmuring apologizes. It disturbed him that she didn't respond.
Roy had been on his way to lunch before he was summoned to the Fuehrer's office, so he still had on his long black overcoat. Taking it off, he slid her arms into it, so that the back of the black material would cover her front. Roy wasn't sure how self- aware Riza was, but he hoped she would at least feel better not being so exposed. Preparing to gather her up in his arms, Roy snatched his silver pocket watch and threw it onto the revolting desk. Cradling Riza in his arms, he stormed out of the office and out of the building.