"I'm going to ask you again. Is there anyone else with you?"
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"No."
Magna's teeth clenched tightly together, her body visibly shaking, as she watched Yumiko receive a heavy backhand to the face. The brunette's chest heaved in white, hot anger as she found herself ashamedly frozen—helpless and unable to move. Magna felt as the cool press of a gun dug deeper into the side of her temple; felt as a rough hand gripped harder onto her shaking shoulder.
The brunette swallowed thickly, eying as Miko shook her head, appearing momentarily stunned from the quickened blow; her brown eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to clear her watery vision.
"She's telling you the truth, you Mother FUCKER," Magna spat in vehemence, trying her damnedest to get any and all attention away from her comrade.
"What? What was that?" An amused, disbelieving chuckle resounded in the brunette's ears, making her stomach roll; making her heart pound even more violently within her already tightened chest.
"You heard me, you piece of shit," Magna let out a growl; her body reacting as a hand from behind forcefully grabbed onto her hair and jerked her head back, leaving her neck extended in discomfort. Yumiko released a shaky breath at the sight, her usually steady hands balling into trembling fists. She could do agonizingly nothing though, catching as the loaded gun still aimed at her through her periphery.
"Boys, this one here, she's got a mouth on her."
The raven haired grit her teeth painfully together, observing as the apparent de facto leader of the three male intruders turned his attention away from her in the moment. Miko followed the man's line of vision, taking note as his cold, gray eyes roamed up and down and up and down the brunette's body with peaked, nauseating interest.
Magna's chest continued to heave as the leader of the group slowly made his way to stand in front of her; her brown eyes didn't miss as his cracked, thin lips curled upwards to form a degrading smirk.
"Well, we're just going to have to put that mouth to good use, then." Magna snarled at the insinuation—and at his steady hand that moved quickly to cup around her jaw.
While relieved that the hold at the back of her head had slackened, the brunette grit her teeth, feeling as the man's calloused hand squeezed harder and harder around her face—forcing her head to turn to the side.
FUCK.
THIS.
Magna's nose flared wildly as she struggled against the domineering hold; she somehow managed to bend her head down—just enough—to bite down on his hand in defense.
"SON OF A BITCH"
Yumiko's eyes flashed with panic as the gun in the leader's free hand moved instinctively to hit Magna on the side of the face, the brunt force sending her staggering down onto her hands and knees.
Get up, Magna. G-Get up.
Miko eyed as the brunette shook her head back and forth, working to clear the spots of red from her vision.
Get up. Get up.
Magna, G-
MAGNA
Yumiko's stomach bottomed to the wooden floor beneath her as the de facto decidedly stomped over to the brunette—continuing in his bruised ego assault with a single, swift kick to the ribs.
NO
Miko bit down on the inside of her cheek, hard, watching as she fell down all the way onto the ground.
NO, Mag...g...Shit.
SHIT
The raven haired grimaced at the resulting, audible wheezes—at the short pulls of air that never fully reached the brunette's screaming lungs.
OH GOD
F-F-
GOD
Magna's injured ribs set fire throughout her body, bringing forth tears to her eyes that welled and threatened to push over at any given second. It...i...it fucking hurt to even breathe, let alone move.
FUCK
Magna grunted loudly, choking down the cries of pain that crawled up her throat the moment she dared to try and will her arms and legs to move.
"G"
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"G"
Yumiko swallowed down the hardened lump in her throat, her chest swelled with all-encompassing anger, as a lackey's hand grabbed onto her wrist and pulled her back—subsequently preventing her from going over to help. The raven haired clenched her teeth, angrily accepting that she was forced to just stand along the sidelines. To just listen to the brunette's short, ragged breaths; to just watch as she fell down onto her forearms as she unsteadily attempted to push herself up. Miko's eyes started to sting, observing the trail of blood that trickled from the open cut on her face.
"Well, hot damn, bitch knows how to take a hit," the leader admired Magna's stubborn struggle, the throbbing pain in his hand momentarily forgotten.
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"G," Magna's body trembled, beads of sweat visibly rolled down her face, as she somehow managed to push herself up and balance on her shaking knees. Yumiko didn't miss as the brunette endeavored to take slow, steadying breaths from her nose—attempting to better control her breathing and to shove down the flaring pain in her side.
"I gotta hand it to you. I'm actually really-really impressed right now," the de facto paced back in her direction.
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"Fuck. You," Magna's voice crumbled out in defiance, her brown eyes narrowed in disgust as his feet stopped to stand in front of her. Miko's veins throbbed in her neck as the man slowly squatted down, his face inching dangerously close to look her right square in the eyes.
"You and I both know that that is exactly what I intend to do. But, I-I'm actually gonna save you for last—take your friend over there, first. See, I always wanted to fuck a Chinese girl."
Magna growled at the words, and her body moved to try and push him down in retaliation. Her movements were too-too slow though, and she was unable to block as his formed fist made connection with her already injured side.
"G," the brunette gasped aloud and her body fell forward in shooting pain. Yumiko bit her lip, noting as her hands gripped weakly at the sides of the man's pant legs—appearing to scramble in vain to try and hold herself up.
"Now, that right there—that...that's a definite-definite turn on. See there sweetheart, you already know the position that I'm talking about. But, sadly it...it's not time for that just yet," the leader swiftly stood up from his squatted position. Miko's stomach bubbled as his hands then grabbed a hold of Magna's head, forcefully jerking and throwing her back down onto the ground.
"Let's go. Sweep the rooms. Take what's ours."
"And what about them?" One of the lackeys asked in question, his gun still trained point blank on Yumiko. The raven haired followed the de facto's gaze, surveying as he locked on the barely moving brunette.
"We've searched them, and they're clean. And it-it's not like they have anywhere else to go, so. We can leave them here; come back after we've taken everything." The leader headed towards the door, his feet stopped long enough so he could tower and swat Miko's face in demeaning fashion.
"Now, don't go and try to do anything stupid."
Yumiko's eyes flared, she shot flaming, mental arrows, as the group marched past her and closed the door.
Fuck.
FUCK.
The raven haired's heart seized the instant she heard the door being jammed to—realizing that they were, in every way, trapped on the inside until they came back to do their fucking bidding. Miko ran her hands through her hair in nervous thought, looking over to the single window in the room once again—knowing that it was far too small for them to try and fit through to make a run for it. Plus, they...they were too high up. Maybe th...Maybe they c...they could-
"G"
A soft gasp was all that it took to pull the raven haired away from her immediate thoughts.
"Mag," Yumiko scrambled to the injured brunette's side.
"I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry," the raven haired whispered to her soothingly, trying her best not to jostle her too much as she helped roll her onto her back. Miko frowned at Magna's low groans of pain at the movement—and at the sticky blood that was still noted to be running down the side of her bruised and swelling face.
"Shit," Yumiko's shaking hands made quick work at the edges of her ratted, t-shirt, tearing a long strip of fabric that left her midriff exposed.
"Magna, if you really wanted to try and get me out of my clothes, I could think of plenty of other options that didn't involve you actually getting your ass kicked," Yumiko attempted to lighten the heavy mood. She swallowed, seeing as a hint of a smile formed on the younger woman's lips.
"Miko, don't-don't make me laugh," the moment was short lived as Magna sucked in a pained breath, wincing at the slightest of movements.
"I'm sorry...'m sorry," Yumiko shook her head, her body scooting ever closer to reposition and to gingerly lay the brunette's head in her lap. The raven haired's hand visibly trembled as she brought the wadded up material to Magna's face, holding it to the open cut to try and staunch the blood flow.
"You already said that," Magna hissed at the contact, her watery eyes closing shut in pain; Miko's stomach clenched as her body felt and heard as the brunette heaved in discomfort.
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"Magna, I...I don't know how we're going to get out of this one," Yumiko's lips turned downward into a deep frown; her free hand moved to smooth the brunette's wild locks in comforting motion. The raven haired's hand paused mid-motion, it fell heavily to her side, as Magna opened her eyes to reveal a hard, steeled look.
...
"W...w...we're gonna fight."
Yumiko shook her head, her brow furrowed.
"Magna, I...I don't. Without our weapons, it-"
"Miko, we're gonna make it."
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"Okay," Yumiko voiced quietly, her heart ever deceiving, as it ripped and tore at the true gravity of their situation. Any and all chances of optimism and hope dissipated from her being the very moment that they were stripped of their weapons. Miko didn't let her mind wander too far at the likelihood of what was going to happen as soon as that door opened.
"Miko," the raven haired's brow furrowed deeper at the graveled whisper—and at the brunette's visible struggle in trying to grab a hold of her free hand.
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"What?"
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"I have a plan."
Yumiko's eyebrows raised sharply, her breath caught in her throat, the moment she felt a small, familiar object being placed in her hand.
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"We're going to make it."
Yumiko's heart pounded within her chest as she opened up her hand and observed the small, weighted pocket knife sitting in her palm—Magna's juvenile delinquency of pickpocketing on prime display. Miko looked to the brunette, catching as the corners of her lips curled upward into a small smile.
"Okay," Yumiko nodded her head with her in agreement, her heart clinching—clinging—to hope.
This time...this time, she believed her.