Follows some time after Origins
Torture
It sounded like a routine call; demon spotted in a creepy part of town, she got those all the time. Jobs like that didn't pay much, but Shiro was past complaining; a girl had to eat. It was an old house on the edge of town and was rumoured to be full of all kinds of demons; of course, she couldn't see any first signs of them and the bringer hadn't reacted to anything.
"This better not be a prank," she sighed and made her way up the weed covered path. The door was missing and ivy growing over the house had snaked its way inside, crawling across the walls; leaves covered the bare floors in brown and green patches, and the grass hid the view of the city.
A creak above her. Probably a raccoon or a fox, but she should check it out anyway; she pulled Blue Rose from her holster and quietly climbed the stairs. Four doors waited for her, three on the left and one on the right; the largest, on the right, would be the master bedroom which would be above the living room.
Where the creaking had come from.
The former knight nudged the door open; a four poster bed, covered in a dust sheet, came into view and she took cautious footsteps inside. A dresser stood against one of the walls, covered in another dust sheet, a wardrobe was next to it and a side table was between the bed and an open window; she scowled and holstered the pistol.
"It was probably a bird."
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her head and the room tilted sideways.
Her head was still throbbing when she woke; thump, thump, thump in time with her heart beat. Her limbs felt heavy and she could taste something…cotton? Blue orbs focused slowly; she could see a blurred figure in front of her and her eyes widened once they became clear.
"Hello my p-pretty." He grinned at her. "Its b-been a long t-time."
Shiro panicked and tried to escape from him, only to find her arms tied to the headboard of the poster bed; looking down at herself, she had been stripped down to her boxer briefs and bandages had been wrapped around her chest. Her feet were chained to the bottom posts.
"I haven't d-done anything. Just p-p-protecting your m-m-m-modesty."
She cringed; he probably had a little personal time in the bathroom afterwards. Creep.
Agnus moved to the foot of the bed to her right side, leering at the demonic arm held in a metal cuff and chained behind her head. "I've given you a l-little injection; it makes your limbs feel a little b-bit heavy and should keep you from using this magnificent arm…"
Shiro growled around the gag and his eyes shifted to her face.
"You…are my greatest creation," he bragged. "N-never before h-have I tried to clone another being!" He cupped her face in his large hands. "And you are linked to Sparda; from here, my research is e-e-endless!"
The hulking scientist moved around the bed again to the opposite side and whipped the dust sheet from the bedside table, revealing a tray of surgical instruments. "It t-took me weeks to find you and then I had to s-study your m-movements." His hand ghosted over the choice of knives and he looked to her again. "A s-s-sexual encounter with the real Nero…h-how…interesting. Not even I could p-predict such a thing to h-happen between you; yet, how can I b-blame him?" The eyes travelled over the length of her body. "Y-Y-You are a…w-w-w-wondrous creature."
Shiro's creepy senses are tingling and she feebly tugged at the restraints. Agnus twirled a scalpel between his fingers and lightly ran his free hand across her stomach; the muscles twitched and he grinned. Cold metal met the sensitive area and Shiro sucked in a pained breath when the tiny blade sliced through the flesh; blood pooled over her pale skin and the scientist wiped it away to watch the wound heal.
"V-Very impressive…I w-w-wonder how much you can e-e-e-endure…" Moonlight hit the blade as it spun in his hand and he drove it into her stomach; the former knight let out a muffled cry and threw her head back. "One."
One!? Shiro tried to take slow, deep breaths and felt his hand lingering around the side of her ribs; the same pain quickly followed and she could feel the edge of the knife poking at her lung.
"Two. Where to put the third?" he pondered aloud. "C-Could you survive a b-blow to an a-a-a-artery?" Fat fingers traced her neck and down her chest, coming back up and pressing the final blade against the artery next to her collar bone. It entered slowly, painfully, and Shiro's whole body jerked; tears ran down her face and Agnus wiped them away with his thumb.
"You're doing very well," he cooed; his stutter settling now that he was concentrating on his work. "I promise to pull it out before you bleed to death. You are far too precious to die so early into this experiment – I won't allow it," he finished darkly. "Now." His eyes travelled to her boxer briefs. "For a little examination…"
