Rated M for Sadism, Rape, Torture and Adult Content.

Chapter 1: Soon to be Tortured

Do not go Gentle into the Good Night,
Old Age should Burn and Rave at the close of day
Rage, Rage against the Dying Light.
- Dylan Thomas

Pushing herself through the throngs of people, the young ash-blonde girl desperately tried to find her redheaded papa and her ash-blonde mama that she seemed to have lost sight after drifting off as she was allured by the colourful lights that were on display.

"Mama? Papa?" She screamed at the top of her lungs, hysteria quickly entering her mind as she jumped up and down in frenzy in hopes of finding their familiar figures. She had hardly been alone in the entire seven years of her life due to her parents' constant hovering and over-protectiveness.

The world was a big place and she could only wonder if she would be able to get out of Nevada, United States one day.

With the thought of her not being able to go back to the company of her favourite books had jumping up even more anxiously, her senses almost going into an overdrive in attempt to sought out of anyone calling for her name or an equally anxious face in the sea of people.

Being caught in her own influx of emotions, she had hardly noticed looming figures slowly inching towards her direction speaking in hushed whispers despite the loud noise around them. It was odd that Maka hadn't seen them with the evil intent that practically shrouded them.

Unable to react when suddenly someone grasped onto her mouth tightly, she tried to let out a scream but it came out as a muffled choke. Having dealt a blow in the head, her consciousness slowly faded and the last thing she remembered was a nasty brown sack going over her head and being hoisted over something before her world went black.

死を待つ- Awaiting Death

Waking up in a daze, she blinked several times to focus on her surroundings that seemed like a blur as her mind was still fuzzy with the task of trying to recollect what happened. Maka squirmed in the tight binds she found herself in, trying to move but to no avail.

Her legs and arms were firmly tied to the chair by a tight rope that gave her no choice but to try to relax as she knew if she moved her wrist, the rough texture of the rope would scratch her. The room was way too quiet, she could only hear drops of water drip in a distance and her only source of light was the yellowish light bulb that was flickering erratically.

She could barely make out where she was which made her feel a little panicky. "Hello?" She asked timidly, only to find her voice echo and bounce off the walls.

"Looks like little princess is awake," A brunette man stepped out from the darkness, sneering at her.

"I-I'm not little."

"Well in my books you are, Maka Evangeline Albarn." He enunciated the last word with a strong distaste which made her wonder briefly what did her mama and papa do to make him hate her family so much.

"H-How did you know my name?" She asked fearfully as she shrank back into her seat as the mysterious man continued to move closer towards her. She wouldn't have been afraid of a stranger if it wasn't for the hatred that filled in his light brown eyes that seemed to have darkened by a few shades.

Maka Albarn had an uncanny accuracy when it came to predicting emotions but right now, she really wishes she couldn't as it almost pained her to feel the extraordinary amount of hate and blood lust that was contained in him.

Letting out a slight shriek as her chair was pushed backwards, she clenched her eyes shut and braced for impact, afraid of what might be awaiting for her. The intensity of light in the room seemed to have increased – and how she wished it didn't as she could see a whole bunch of items that were supposedly used for torture. She was petrified - her dreams of becoming a lawyer suddenly shattered and becoming almost impossible.

"You're lucky your benefactress Arachne gave strict orders to not harm you." He sneered as he bent down, leaning closer to her face. "There are so many things I would like to do with you."

The young girl shivered at his almost harmless comment. Who is Arachne? She thought as she tried to relieve her wrists from the pressure as it was smashed to the ground by the weight of her body.

She could be rather skinny but she definitely wasn't the lightest feather in the pack, which made her hands more uncomfortable than other already was.

"We ought to get you ready," He chuckled darkly as he stroked her cheek, making her shudder slightly at his ice cold touch.

For Death! Her mind shrieked as he started to unbound her from the chair which gave her a brief amount of relaxation as she could stretch her wrists after all those Goddamn hours of constraints.

From a standing position, she tried to find an escape route but she found none. The only access out was just a metal door that needs a key to be unlocked. Chances were standing against her. She wouldn't be able to knock her out before he kills her with a fatal strike.

Sighing in defeat, she begrudgingly let herself get dragged to where ever she was expected to be, fear stacking on her shoulders like a massive load of homework.

"Lady Arachne, the young girl that you called for is here." Giriko said in a sultry voice as Maka tried hard to not giggle nervously at his attempts to make the black-haired lady notice how he looked like.

As the lady turned around, the ash-blonde could only stare into her deep set purple eyes that seemed to give an illusion of cobwebs – like she could see everything that was going on in her own lair.

"Our little guest is here?" She murmured in a musical voice as she opened her fan, covering her mouth. Maka could make out that she had an amazing figure that could make people swoon but underneath the cover was a cold and cruel woman.

However, her attire was definitely something to look at. Her fan had claws jutting out at the wood that held the thin paper together; the fan was a black matte color while the wood held a small contrast due to its gleam.

She was kind of bemused to see that Arachne dressed up according to the name that she was given – the girl who was so skilful at weaving that she challenged against Athena, the goodness of wisdom and strategy such that she was forever condemned into a spider for her arrogance.

Being caught staring at her benefactress, Arachne suddenly took a quick step forward before she slapped her with her fan, her purple eyes impassive. "Bow down me for me, Albarn."

The ash-blonde immediately knelt as she tried to contain the pain of the hit. Arachne may look weak and frail but her slaps were pretty offensive and Maka already developed a fear for them the moment she was hit by it.

"Your parents are rather hateful you know..." Arachne muttered as she sat in her chair. "They killed my beloved sister and you shall be the tool to keep them in line."

Maka shuddered as she heard that bold statement. Her parents killed people? What monstrosity was that? But then again, she always had an inkling that their jobs weren't exactly legal and they refused to tell her their occupations until she was of age. If it really was the case, the secrecy must have been to protect her and their own identity.

"Giriko... Bring her to the arena. I'm sure people would love to see the daughter of the Albarns getting tortured."

Giriko eagerly complied, like a loyalist hanging onto her every word. He threw Maka a sinister smile before he yanked her roughly by the collar and she fell to the ground with a loud thud.

She let out a yelp as the dirty blonde man pulled her chains; she dug her knees into the ground, her moss green eyes begging for mercy. The wish for someone to help her never reached the spider lady and she knew that she was already on the death row.

The torture has yet to begin but if you do not have a strong stomach... honestly don't read it. But hey, I promise that I would start a new story once SoulxMaka Love is Complicated ends and I feel fulfilled! Feels kind of weird to upload two multi-chapter stories instead of one shot in a day xD But hey, life is all about change, right?