"Hey, I brought those kids!" The door banged open, the man marching inside, wearing a cocky grin belonging to an arrogant person who had gotten what he wanted. Worick and Nic followed close on his heels, not wanting to get lost in this mess of an abandoned factory. Worick looked nonchalant, whistling a happy tune and holding his hands behind his head; Nic was quiet, stoic and aloof as usual, but both of them were secretly suspicious on the inside. Sure, Worick couldn't wait to fuck this ' one heck of a little lady' the man had promised them, and sure, Nic couldn't wait to get his hands on the many dollars the man had also promised them, but worries will be worries.
Oh, well.
"How'd it go, boss?" Another nasty-looking man strode out of what looked to be an interrogation room of some sort.
"Perfect. They'll take it." He turned to the young Benriya. "She's in their. Feisty, but will probably do whatever you ask if you use a bit of force. Girls like her are easy to bully. Ha!" He chuckled. Worick smiled politely, Nic scratched his head, but neither of them joined in.
"They're here!" The man bellowed, and ushered them into the small room. Worick wrinkled his nose at the horrible conditions; sure, he was a blueblood from an upperclass family, but even he could tell that this room stunk. Literally. There was a tiny, dirty cot, barely big enough for a child to sleep on, missing a much-needed blanket; it was cold and drafty; there was a small pile of unwashed dishes and plastic cutlery; the walls and floors were stained with what looked like - was that blood?
"Urngh." Nic looked disgusted by little hole that was some sort of makeshift toilet in the corner. There was a ragged piece of fabric soaked in … urine.
"What do you want?" Both Worick and Nic jumped at the sudden noise. They looked down to see a small girl leaning against the wall, attached with a ball chain. There was fresh blood dribbling out her nose, and bruises all over her face. Her arms and legs had been beaten black and blue, and hastily stuck bandages just barely covering the gashes and scarlet scratch marks all over her tiny body. The hearts of both boys panged to see such a fragile, poor creature living in such conditions and being treated like this.
"Got yourself some rapists, kid." Her head jerked up, dark eyes darting in morbid fear and hair whipping wildly. Instinctively, she almost seemed to shrink into the wall, cowering like a mouse.
"Go away." The man laughed at her feeble attempt to defend herself. He reached out, only to immediately draw back after she lashed out with her tiny fists, snarling and snapping like a wolf. Appropriately, an image of an injured animal came to the Benriya's minds, as they watched pearly-white canines flash a warning, the little girl baring her teeth as the man continued to try to find some way to hold her down while evading her rabid attacks. "Stupid … miniscule … little … bitch!" Miniscule bitch? Was he so desperate for an insult he needed to use big words?
Tch, men.
"Uh, we can probably take it from here, mister," Worick cut in with a wave of his hand, watching the girl scratch with broken nails and kick with bare, bloody-soled feet. The man nodded curtly, clenching his teeth.
"Watch it," He hissed to the girl, throwing her against the wall roughly. She hit it with a thunk and fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, not bothering to get up again. "Hope you learn your lesson by tomorrow, little miss!"
" … " She didn't reply, either. The man whipped the door open, and slammed it close, the entire room rattling before becoming still again. Worick and Nic waited until they heard his irritated huffs and stomping footsteps cease, before turning to the girl. Approaching slowly and cautiously, they knelt to look at her face.
"Hey, you okay?" Worick started, cocking an eyebrow. his cigarettes forgotten, lighter disappeared. Nic poked her head with his katana, making it loll to the side. "Oi … " Worick looked at him. Nic stopped.
"Uh, we're supposed to 'rape' you … but personally, I'd rather do it with you're permission." Worick lay on his stomach - ignoring the possible rat feces and dirt marks on the stone floor - "So could you do us a favor and let us - um - uh - how should I put this - "
"You just want to fuck me." Worick tilted his head.
"Uh … pardon?" The little girl sighed, and slowly crawled to her feet. Worick scrambled up, cursing colorfully due to the confirmed rat poop now on his dress shirt. Nic crawled to the cot and sat on it, bed springs creaking and whining from the added weight. He thought better of it and moved to lean against the wall, to avoid breaking the only bed in the room.
"Fine. Do what you want to me." She hugged herself. "Do your worst!"
"Er … worst?" Worick's lips twitched into a small smile. "Do you even know what 'fuck' means?"
"Um, probably some form of unspeakable, indescribable torture?" Her tone was timid and cute, appropriate for a little kid, but she seemed educated, by her way of speaking. "Those nasty people outside - " She pointed for emphasis " - are always using words like 'bang' and 'nail', too. Sounds violent, so it must be, right?"
"Uh, no." She tilted her head in confusion. Worick resisted the urge to crush her to his chest and squish her cheeks. "It actually feels really good, unless it's rape, which is when someone does it without the victim's permission. I can't bring myself to rape a cute girl like you, so could you give us your consent?" The girl shuffled her feet, almost shyly, then lifted her head with a bemused look.
"Okay." She frowned. "But if the men find out-"
"Which they won't," Worick interrupted. "I won't tell if you don't." The girl smiled, the first that the boys had seen her make. She had perfect teeth, even with blood on her lip. Cute, Nic watched from afar. He shook his head quickly. What am I thinking? She's just a kid.
"Yes." She held out her hand, for a formal agreement. "It's a deal." Worick shook, grinning.
"By the way, I'm Worick. That prude over there's Nic. What's your name?" She beamed.
"I'm Kei."
