Maka had no idea how many days had passed and the truth was at this point, she didn't much care. Waterboarding took up part of her past, how much of it she didn't know, knives took up the rest. She went to a different place then, a place where time didn't exist, where she didn't exist, the only thing that existed was air, and then the lack of it. At first she tried to hold on. She thought about the greater good, and when that stopped working, she thought about her friends. She thought about Tsubaki crying if she gave in and died. She thought about BlackStar combing the Earth for Damien and killing anything that got in his way. She even thought about Kid, Liz and Patty and how they might finally leave that dais room if they ever found out what happened to her.
But then, that didn't matter anymore either. And so she thought about Soul. She loved him, loved him so much. Even though he left her, she thought he would be sad to know that she was gone. She tried to reach for his soul, but felt nothing. The wall that she built held strong and when she got to it in her soul, she found Maggie there, leaning casually against it.
"I have to thank you Maka. We originally thought we would have to carefully sever your connection with Soul unbeknownst to him but lookie here. You already did that for us. It's quite good, you know, this block. You didn't just cut your soul connection, you actually built this fortified wall to prevent it from ever being reconnected. It's almost as good as something I could have done. You won't mind if I reinforce it though, would you?"
Maka tried to reach her, to stop her but the water was too strong, her lungs ached for air. Her throat ached from coughing, and she was having trouble thinking. Maggie placed her hands on the brick wall and a black tar substance began to grow outwards. Soon it covered the entirety of the wall, sealing it tight. Job complete, Maggie sauntered over to where Maka laid in fetal position in the center of her soul. The room had shrank, what started out as a mansion taking up most of Maka's soul was now reduced to this single room with the black tar wall dominating most of it. The floor was dirt and the rest was oblivion.
Maggie reached downwards and curled her right hand around Maka's throat, applying firm pressure. Maka weakly scraped at the hand with her nails, but it wasn't enough. Maggie pulled her close and licked the seam of Maka's mouth before whispering
"Come to me. Feel how good it can be, to give yourself to the madness. This can all be over, all the pain will go away and the pleasure will be so very good."
Maka was tired and she could feel the madness welling up from inside of herself. Why should she fight? No one needed her anymore. Soul left, why shouldn't she give up? Why should she have to suffer like this anymore? She suddenly realized she was laughing. What was wrong with her? It was like she was watching herself from above, unable to control any of it anymore.
"Now that wasn't so hard, now was it? Be a good girl, and stay there."
Maka looked down at herself and she was suddenly back in her body. Her wrists were chained together above her, her ankles manacled shoulder width apart. She tried to look down at them, but her forehead was strapped to the wall as well with a steel bar. Maggie came close and trailed her hand down Maka's chest.
"You're body isn't nearly as attractive as mine, but I am sure that Damien and I will be able to find some use for it. Thanks for flesh, dearest."
Maggie turned around and walked straight through the wall. The wall shimmered, turning into a viewing surface and that's when Maka realized what had just happened. She forgot she was in her soul when she gave in and now she was trapped there. She could see everything her body saw, feel everything her body felt, but Maggie was in the driver's seat now. She pulled against her bonds, but they didn't budge an inch and for the first time since the torture began, Maka opened her mouth and screamed. A hand slapped over her mouth and another Maka walked into her line of vision. This one sported an unnaturally wide grin, and her eyes sparkled. Maka had seen this version of herself before and knew immediately who she was, she was Madness and she was filled with black blood. It was stronger than Maka had ever seen.
Madness whispered in Maka's ear "Screaming doesn't do you any good, you should laugh instead. Free! I'm finally free! Isn't this fun?" Then laughter peeled out of Madness' mouth and she skipped through the same wall Maggie had used.
And Maka knew she had lost.
Damien waited patiently for Maka to open her eyes. She had lasted longer than he had thought she would. Even he was exhausted after 74 hours of torturing her. Whenever he slept, Maggie would enter her mind and start the mental assault. He only hoped it had worked. Maggie assured him before she went in to Maka's mind about 10 minutes ago that it had drastically deteriorated and the blood that soaked the dirt beneath his feet certainly confirmed that her body was no where near sound either.
His train of thought was broken when Maka drew in a deep breath. The cuts all over her body began to heal, the knife imbedded in her thigh pushed itself out, her dark purple bruises faded and her fingernails began to grow back. He had been very careful to cause maximum pain with only superficial wounds that could be easily healed. Most of what they had done involved sleep deprivation, and water boarding. This level of healing only meant one thing. Magic. Her eyes snapped open and made contact with Damien's gaze.
"Hello lover."
Damien held out his hand and helped Maka to her feet. Her hand snaked down, gripped his rapidly hardening shaft and squeezed. She rose on to her tiptoes and whispered in his ear.
"Her body is ours. Want to break it in?"
