Fear Effect

Cold-Blooded

A Hana Tsu-Vachel Story

Chapter One: Awakening

Introduction: I've been wanting to do a Fear Effect story for sometime. Here it is. It takes place before the games, with Hana riding solo. Most of the chapters will be short and to the point. I'm thinking it'll be no more than four chapters, maybe fix. This story is a Mature rated story and will feature intense violence, gore, torture, strong language and nudity.

Enjoy!

….Or grimace.

It was dark.

Only a large circle of light surround the room. Though one could see that the circle was in the center of a room, how large or small was hard to define.

Within that circle lied two large metal tables on either side of the circle, on it, from left to right, was a .90 handgun empty, with two clips lying on it's right, a knife in it's holster and attached to a strap, and a small purse that held several tools and a mobile device. All were neatly placed on the table; next to them was a black strapless bra, and matching thong underwear. Shredded remains of a black thin-strapped dress rested on the floor and were kicked under the table.

Across was another table that held several objects that can be used for torture. One was a leather strap, another leather strap that had sharp ends wrapped around it, a 12-foot chain, and several long jumper cables lying on the table, a taser and a pair of brass knuckles coated in black rested alongside, the cables were attached to a large silver generator that rested on the floor, a large circular tub was resting alongside it that contained water. All of the devices seemed makeshift, but were still lethal and in the right hands could be deadly. Underneath the table was a blue cooler with a white top.

In the center of the tables, but placed directly in front of them hung Hana Tsu-Vachel, stripped naked and out cold, her arms were spread out and her both wrists were tied to a large chain that hung from the ceiling, her legs were tied at the ankles by another chain and she hung two feet from the floor.

The dark-haired woman had been in this position for about an hour.

Slowly, she began to stir as she groaned loudly, her eyes fluttering open as she squinted because of the bright light. Hana lifted her head up gingerly and looked about her surroundings. She felt the cold sensations of the chains around her wrists and ankles and tugged at them, hearing the sound of metal on metal. Looking up, she tried to loosen them or break them off, but quickly realized it would not be easy.

"Shit…" The half-French, half-Chinese woman let out, shaking her head again to free herself of the cobwebs. She licked her dry lips and looked around the circle, noting her lingerie was to her left and that several crude looking torture devices rested on her right.

"I can't believe I got caught…" She looked down and shook her head in disgust.

Hana shivered somewhat at the cool air against her bare skin as she felt her skin develop goosebumps and her nipples harden. Lifting her head up again she tried to make out the rest of the room, but could only make out a door and nothing else.

She grumbled and tried to tug at her restraints again. As she continued to struggle to break free, she heard the door open and looked up in front of her. She noticed a dark figure walking through and slowly shutting the door. The raven-haired woman swore that the figure was smiling in the darkness.

"Ah, I see you're awake. Good." The figure said in a male voice. She watched as he walked into the circle of light. Hana narrowed her eyes at the man and kept silent as he gave her a disgusting leer and licked his lips, clearly pleased that he wouldn't have to wake his captive.

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to waste my makeshift toys on you." He told her calmly, but the look on his face was a menacing one.

Hana continued to look at him with narrow eyes and noted that he wore a pair of jeans, black boots, a white shirt, and his brown hair was short cropped. He had a youthful complexion to him and had well-defined muscles, his light skin shined under the bright light. He rubbed his hands as he stared at the naked woman before him.

"Let me go." Hana growled out. "You won't like what happens if you don't."

Peter Preston laughed sadistically and threw his head back. Slumping forward slightly, he rubbed his eyes as he continued to laugh.

"You know Hana, given your current predicament." He looked up at her and crossed his arms. "I wouldn't talk and give out idle threats."

Hana smirked. "Trust me, Peter. I'm the last person on earth you want to piss off."

He shrugged a shoulder and shook his head. "Whatever."

He then rubbed his hands together and walked over to the table and looked at his tools. He chuckled a bit and moved his left hand over the devices. Hana watched his hand moved slow and deliberate over the torture devices. A small bead of sweat went down her brow as she wondered what he would use on her first.

"What to use first?" Preston said to himself as he hummed a simple tune. He then titled his head and looked at the jumper cables before shaking his head.

"No, no, no," He said calmly but with an evil grin. "That'd be too easy."

He then reached over and picked up the brass knuckles and twirled them between his fingers. Turning his head, Preston looked into Hana's eyes and his evil grin grew wider.

"I think these would be perfect," Preston walked up towards her holding the black metal object in his right hand. "Don't you?"

Hana instinctively tried to reach out and slap the man across the face, but the chains held her in her place. Instead she just glared at the man and snarled at him.

"How about you go fuck yourself?!" Hana spat out in anger.

Preston shook his head then slapped her across the face with is left hand, the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed in the room. Hana's head violently turned to the left and she felt the chains shake at the sudden movement.

Hana shook her head and glared back at Preston who had gotten closer to her and slowly ran the flat end of the brass knuckles on her neck and down the middle of her firm breasts and towards her navel area. Hana tried not to wince at the fact that she was being violated in a way by this man. She felt the cold metal against her skin and felt him reach close to her the bare of her pelvic area.

"I'd love nothing more than to fuck you senseless." Preston told her as he leaned in towards her right ear. "But my boss…" He pulled back and ran his fingers down the side of her face and gently thumbed her chin.

"She wants me to find out some information first before she has her way with you." He pulled back and slipped the fingers of his left hand into the brass knuckles. Taking a step back he looked at her with an emotionless expression.

"So, you better start talking." Preston let out slowly.

Hana gave him an emotionless face and squared her jaw.

Preston snorted and his lips curved into a smile. "Fine. Have it your way."

He then lowered his left arm down and reared back delivering a powerful blow into Hana's midsection. The sound of metal hitting bare flesh was sickening to the woman, but she had been through worse. She held back a scream and felt the wind knocked out of her. She swung back and forth a little, but it was brief.

Preston looked at her and smiled. "That was a weak punch. You don't want to feel the rest." Hana just stared at him and her lips formed a smirk as she tried to hold back from showing how much the blow hurt.

"Your mistake." Preston told her.

He reared back again and hit her in the midsection. Then again. Then again. Before moving to her left side slightly and aimed for ribs.

Preston switched the brass knuckles to his right hand and hit her with another punch. Hana tried to stifle the cries of pain that wanted to come out. But she felt the build-up of tears in her eyes.

Preston delivered two more vicious shots before moving to her right and punching her other ribs. Another painful blow, and while Hana didn't feel anything breaking yet, she knew her bones wouldn't last long if he threw more into the punches.

Preston wiped some sweat off his brow and smiled. "Tough girl."

"You'll have to do worse than that, asshole." Hana answered with a bit of sarcasm.

He chuckled and smirked evilly. Before he reared back again and delivered a more painful blow to her side.

Hana tried to stifle another scream from coming out.

She knew this was going to get worse. How worse she didn't know.

But she wasn't going to give Preston or his boss, her target, Ana Ivanova any satisfaction in hearing or seeing her suffer.

Next: A few hours earlier….

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