You're mine now
"You really should stop resisting. It's pointless" the evil collector spoke as he stared at the struggling Maka from a distance. The young female refused to listen however and only continued to resist more by the second, trying to break free of the shackles that held her arms up over her head. "Let me go!"
Stepping forward, his footsteps being heard clearly from the silence around them, Noah smiles calmly and eyes Maka carefully. "What makes you think I have any plans of letting you go? I've taken you for a reason."
"I don't care! Let me go so I can kick your ass!" Maka snaps as she glares furiously at the man standing before her. Smirking pleasantly, Noah folds his arms across his chest and tilts his head. "So how exactly do you plan to fight me without your weapon?"
It was then that Maka gasped and her eyes went wide with shock as she remembered that Soul wasn't with her. After a moment, a frown goes across her face and she continues to struggle. "Where's Soul! Tell me where he is!"
"Relax, girl. I don't have your weapon in my possession. I didn't deem him worthy to be part of my collection" Noah stated casually with a small smile on his face. "Collection…?" Maka gives the male a puzzled look as she didn't seem to understand. "Yes. A collection. I have a thing for collecting items I like" the male replied in a tone that made Maka feel more uncomfortable.
"Well I'm not an item in case you didn't already know" Maka muttered as she tried to avoid his gaze. "Oh but you are," Noah said with a slight fascination in his voice as he grasped her chin. "You're a very special item. That's why I decided to collect you." Forcing her head to the side, Maka shuts her eyes. "D-Don't touch me, creep…"
"Do I frighten you?" Noah asked quietly with his eyes still on her. "No" Maka lied, her lip quivering slightly as she said this, making it obvious that she wasn't telling the truth. Chuckling quietly, the male takes a step back and turns away from her as he begins walking off. "Well I'll be back later, I have some work to do. But fear not, I'll have someone keep you company in a bit."
"W-Wait a second you can't just leave me here!" Maka yells out as she grunts and aggressively begins trying to escape. "You should relax, girl. You're going to be here for a while" Noah whispered calmly as he smiled and opened the door, then closing it behind him.
As soon as the door closes, Maka begins screaming and her struggle to break free of the chains only grows. In a manner of minutes however, she finds herself tired out and panting from exhaustion. Sighing heavily and dropping her head to gaze at the floor, Maka let her arms limp as she now realized it was futile to try and get out.
Growing bored and having no one to talk to, Maka begins to survey the room to try and get a feel of where it is she was. But the room was nearly empty. The only thing there was a bed in the corner with a drawer on its side and a candle on top. It seemed as though Noah had those things placed there for some reason.
Her thoughts are disrupted and she quickly shoots her head up, wincing slightly from the light of the door that suddenly opened. Maka was expecting Noah to come in but instead is greeted by another male who she couldn't help but feel was familiar.
Snorting, the male figure approached her and tossed a bowl of water on the floor, then walked up to her. "The boss said I'm supposed to feed ya and shit. He needs you alive apparently."
After a moment of registering the voice of the male, Maka felt her brows knit, realizing who it was before he showed her his face as he approached.
"Giriko…" Maka muttered angrily as she frowned at him, despising the male in front of her with a boiling hatred. Sneering, the male began to unclasp her restraints, nodding as she said his name. "Oh look at you, remembering my name eh? Not bad for a brat."
"Trust me I wouldn't forget you if I tried" Maka snapped as he looked at her removing the chains from her wrists. She was already planning to make a run for it as soon as he let her go.
"Heh. Guess that's a good thing then" Giriko replies as he finishes releasing Maka from the chains. As soon as her hands were free, Maka pushes past Giriko and makes her way to the door sprinting. "Hey where the hell do ya think you're going!?" the male yells as he quickly turns around and leaps towards Maka, grabbing a hold of her leg and forcing her to trip. Yelling out, Maka hits the floor with a thud but continues to make her way to the door, desperately crawling this time. Pulling Maka toward him by grabbing her legs, Giriko could feel the anger rising in him as he raised a fist, ready to strike her. "You brat. Trying to get away, eh?"
Flipping Maka over forcibly he quickly brings his fist down, punching Maka repeatedly. Yelping and crying out in pain, Maka could feel tears blurring her vision as pain rang through her face. "S-Stop!" she pleaded as Giriko's punching continued. Scoffing, the male soon lowered his fists to his side when he was sure Maka was beaten enough. "Tsk…next time you try and escape me I'll be sure to do much more to you. Got that?"
Maka turned her head to the side, her eyes shut tightly as she remained quiet. Glaring down at her, Giriko repeated his question, much louder this time. "I said, you got that!?"
"Yes! Okay!" Maka quickly blurted out in fear that Giriko would hit her again. Standing up, the male walked over to the door, leaving Maka laying on the floor. "The water is over there. And I'm locking the damn door. But you better get some damn rest too, brat. The boss wants you ready for tomorrow."
With that, the door closes behind him and he leaves Maka to herself as she stares at the ceiling for a moment before bursting into tears. "S-Soul…" she whispers to herself as she shuts her eyes, stopping the flow of tears. Sighing quietly she sits up and wipes her eyes, looking towards the bowl of water and crawling to it. Picking up the bowl she brings it up to her face and tips it towards her as she begins sipping it. Licking her lips and wiping her mouth, she then turns her attention to the door. Did Giriko really lock the door?...
Standing up, Maka walked over to the door and then took a deep breath as she put her hand on the door knob. If the door was locked nothing would happen but if Giriko had been bluffing and it wasn't…
Clenching the knob tightly, Maka shuts her eyes and tries to turn it.
It was locked. The knob wouldn't move. Sighing, Maka shakes her head and turns away from the door, staring at the bed that was in the room. Slowly going over to it, Maka titled her head and examined the bed closely. It seemed comfortable enough. Sitting on the bed, Maka was surprised to see that it indeed was comfortable and she soon found herself lying down completely on the bed. Despite the comfort however, Maka couldn't help but think of why Noah would go through the trouble of providing her a bed when he could have left her to sleep on the floor.
Then she recalled what he had called her earlier. "A very special item."
Shivering, Maka turned to her side and stared at the wall blankly. She wasn't exactly sure why he had decided to capture her or what he saw in her but it didn't matter. She had to figure a way out.
"Sleep well?"
"Huh?..." Maka sat up rubbing her eyes for a moment and squinting as her eyesight returned to her. After blinking for a moment she saw Noah standing over her bed and eyeing her carefully.
Looking at the male cautiously, Maka slowly nodded. "Um…yeah I guess so." Noah frowned for a moment as he leaned forward, examining Maka's face. "You have bruises. Why's that?"
Looking away, Maka touched her own face, attempting to cover the bruises. Noah continued to stare at her, not saying anything as he was expecting her to answer him. Maka says nothing for a moment but then sighs and quickly utters the name of the man who hurt her. "Giriko."
"I see," the male replies coolly with a nod as he rubbed his chin. "Then perhaps I should have a talk with him about not hurting my valuable possessions." Maka didn't know why but the way he finished his sentence sent a shiver down her spine. There was something scary about his sudden tone but she didn't know what it was.
Maka shoots her head up as she suddenly feels a gentle touch on her cheek. Her eyes meet Noah's as she sees his finger was tracing her bruise. "Very delicate…" the male whispered as he tilted his head. Smacking Noah's hand quickly, Maka backed away, cowering to the corner of the bed as she hid beneath her knees. "D-Don't you touch me!" Shutting her eyes she pouted, feeling an odd blush creep up on her face. Smiling curiously at the embarrassed female, Noah sits on the edge of the bed and chuckles. "You sure are a shy one, aren't you?"
"I'm not! I just don't want a creep like you touching me!" Maka snapped as she looked up and glared at the man. "And besides you kidnapped me!" she added as she flung her pillow at him angrily. Grabbing the pillow before it hit him, the male shook his head and merely smiled. "My dear girl…I may have taken you from your friends but have I at all hurt you since you've arrived here?"
"Giriko-"
"I'm not Giriko though am I?" Noah cut her off and raised his brow awaiting her answer only to see her eyes slightly widen in surprise. He had her there; it was true that Giriko had been the one who hurt her, not Noah. "Well…" Maka started as her gaze turned to the side. As much as she hated to admit it, he was actually right. Frowning she looked down and folded her arms, ignoring the male and not wanting to tell him he was right.
Standing back up, Noah smirked and began walking towards the door again. "Well with that, I'll be on my way then. As usual I'll have someone check on you and I'll return in the morning."
Nodding slowly, Maka held her knees and stared at the wall as she heard the door close. Sighing she looked towards the door when something on the bed caught her attention. There was a rose lying right where Noah had been. Blinking in confusion, Maka crawled over to it and picked it up to examine it. "When did this get here?..." Maka asked herself as she tried to process it in her memory. Oddly enough, she came to the conclusion that it had been left there by Noah when she hadn't been looking. Blushing lightly she looked away and tossed the rose aside not wanting anything from her captor. "This doesn't change anything" Maka murmured quietly to herself as she shut her eyes and began to think of how she would escape.