"You're a prick."
"I'm gonna snap your goddamn neck if you don't shut the hell up."
Two people were arguing on the desert sands of Hueco Mundo. A redheaded woman practically begging to have her tongue pulled out, and a tall man itching to do it. He wouldn't, of course; why do that to the bitch and ruin any chances of the pleasant surprise that she might give a really good blowjob? At the moment, Nnoitra had her by the wrist and was dragging her across the dunes, Jackal having stopped actually walking awhile back and now letting him drag all of her weight just to piss him off. It was working. A sudden jerk and she was sent staggering forward, unless she wanted to fall face-first into the gritty sand. She didn't get too far before a kick was delivered right to her ass, making her fall into the sand face-first anyway.
"Fucker!" Jackal spat, also spitting out grains of glass-like white sand that was digging into her hands as she moved to her knees. His sharp laughter echoed behind her, mirthful and cruel.
"Already on your knees? Little fast, don't ya think?" Nnoitra taunted, walking past her and casually grabbing a handful of her hair as he went by. Considering Jiruga was so tall, that meant that as he walked nonchalantly and dragged her along with him, Jackal was still on her knees and struggling to stand. She eventually got to her feet, and now made sure to keep up with him as he grabbed the back of her neck and continued.
That had been followed by complete silence between captor and captive. Right around until Jackal finally noticed an enormous white building looming in the distance.
"What. The fuck. Is that."
The silence was broken. Nnoitra huffed in annoyance, muttering something about bitches never shutting up before grabbing Jackal's upper arm, dragging her close to him and then sonidoing to shorten the distance between them and the building. To Jackal, it felt like her arm was being jerked out of socket, mainly because Nnoitra wasn't really all too careful about keeping her where she wouldn't get injured. But when Jackal opened her eyes again, they were right at the door and walking inside. Everything else was sort of a blur; lots of white, people talking, and the fact that Nnoitra's grip on her arm was getting tighter and tighter. Eventually they went through another pair of doors and he tossed her forward, watching her spill face-first onto the ground.
"Nnoitra, it's good to see you," A voice sounded out high above her, and Jackal lifted her head and craned her neck to see who it was, though her hair acted as a red veil that hid him from her vision. "And you've brought me a gift. At least it's something that knows respect."
Jackal didn't move, now staring at the floor. She was somewhere that made her serial killing inconsequential; these people weren't human, and she was.
"Yes, Aizen-sama. I wanted to request that this one be made an Arrancar." Nnoitra was speaking now, and there was a certain tone of respect in his voice that showed Jackal that she should most likely do the same. Fear was making her much more compliant than she should be, at least when she was surrounded by people like this creepy tall guy that had kidnapped her. She didn't notice the footsteps coming towards her, so wrapped up in her situation, and it wasn't until someone had hooked their fingers in the front of her shirt and dragged her to her feet did she notice that they were there. It was a man with an eerily large smile, now using his free hand to tip her chin up so that he could see her face.
"Well, at least Nnoitra has a fellow in his situation," He tapped Jackal's eye patch with long, spidery fingers, and then he frowned. "She looks scared. Poor thing. I'd be scared too if I died and Nnoitra was the first face I saw. What's your name?" He asked, and when Jackal couldn't summon the words, he tapped her on the cheek twice before dropping her and watching her fall to her knees.
"Well, it looks like you traumatized her, Nnoitra." He told the man, and Nnoitra shrugged.
"Oh well."
"Not the reason you brought her anyway, is it?"
"What, to hear her talk? Oh hell no. She was whining the entire way up here. Sounds to me like she's terrified of you."
Jackal was watching the two of them talk, before wondering about the other man and shifting so that she could see him. And she stared up, up, up, at the top of a huge white throne and at the man sitting in it. And as she made eye contact with him, Jackal froze completely. Just something about the way he looked at her absolutely terrified her. And he was watching her with amusement as well.
"Nnoitra," He got the man's attention as he spoke, "You can have your toy. I rather like having something around that knows who to respect, and it also seems sensitive to Gin and I's strong reiatsu. But you're going to have to turn it into a hollow before I can do anything."
She was jerked to her feet by her hair and dragged back against Nnoitra, still unable to speak.
"Yeah, I know. Thanks." He seemed distracted, already dragging her out the large doors. The last thing Jackal saw of that room, before she heard Jiruga mumbling something she couldn't hear, was the smiling man (she guessed his name was Gin) now waving goodbye.
