The blonde sat there, tied to a chair, head down and arms pulled behind. A woman in a sleek midnight blue dress walked toward her hostage.
"Why are you doing this!" The hostage screeched, straining their neck forward.
"Why?" The woman chuckled evilly. "Well, because I want Mustang to go through a similar pain that I did." She went to her prisoner and placed a slender finger under their chin, pulling up their face to see them better.
"Heh, and what would that be?" The captive was now having trouble breathing.
"I can't tell you that. It's a personal matter."
"Well, wouldn't it be easier to take a man hostage?"
"Riza Hawkeye, you just don't get it," She moved her face closer. "Mustang doesn't go for men." She finished it off with a blood-curdling laugh.
"What are you going to do?" Riza ventured.
"I'll take what's right under his nose, what he wants, and I'll take it first" And before Riza could say anything else, the woman's lips had covered her own. She bit on Riza's bottom lip and earned a struggled moan. As the taste of copper filled her mouth, her enemy's tongue had swept it away making Riza shiver in a struggle.
"Huh," The woman broke away from Riza "Are you trying to cover the pain by thinking I am him?"
As she said this, Riza brought in a mouthful of her own blood from her lip and spit it at the woman. The gob of blood and saliva landed on her face, right under her eye.
"You'll pay for that. With your body if you must." And with that, Riza blacked out.
Riza sat upright in her bed, a cold sweat falling from her forehead. Why must she have to dream about what had happened… and what is most likely to occur again, soon? She looked at the clock, almost time to get ready for work She decided not to go back to sleep because the dream would just replay, so she got out of bed and got ready early.
'I should just take care of this myself, no reason in worrying him more than already.' She did her regular morning routines and had two cups of coffee to keep from falling asleep and into that living nightmare again.
'I refuse to let her get the better of me.' She kept repeating that in her mind, until she heard the clank of a metal foot hitting tiled floor behind her.
Before she could even pull a gun, something connected with her head and knocked her unconscious again.