The mattress shifted, a weight settling next to me. It wasn't until I heard his voice that I realized it was Tseng sitting on the edge of the bed next to me.
"Sleeping comfortably, are you?" I opened my eyes, staring up at him with more ferocity than I'd been able to gather previously. My face no longer swollen as it had been, and body stronger, though still stiff and sore, I pulled myself up to sit a little, maintaining my glare.
"I'll take that as a yes. Well, I'll tell you what then, as my gift to you, you can stay in the bed. I have perfect faith that even if I neglect to restrain you as before, you won't be going anywhere. Now- are you prepared to talk?" I was sure the muscle under one of his eyes twitched when his question was met with perfect silence. "Very well then. I'm glad I've taken a day to rest then. You'll find today to be very strenuous for the both of us." At his word, Elena brought in a bag that he opened to reveal various instruments he intended to use on me, and it was less than an hour and two of said devices that I blacked out.
"Wake up!" He barked, the palm of his hand hitting only hard enough to rouse me. Somehow most of the day had passed, the blazing orange of the setting sun slanting into the room. I turned my head away from it, but a hand grabbed my chin, stopping me face to face with the black haired Turk.
"I am just about tired of this. You will break, and before sunrise, I promise you that. Maybe you're too dazed to notice, but your breathing is awfully erratic, Kemuri. If I'm not mistaken, you're not much short of giving me what I want. All I need is that little crack. Just open your mouth a little bit and..." It seemed this gave him an idea, and he forced my mouth open, straddling me on the bed to get the leverage he needed.
If Elena hadn't stayed out of the proceedings today, I'm sure she would have been quite upset at her dear, saintly Tseng's perfect manhood crammed at the back of my throat.
This time Rude stood next to Reno, watching his friend and looking awkward as he tried not to glance at what seemed to be an unorthodox scene, even for Turks. Of course, it didn't satisfy the leader of the group that he was the only one talking in the room, so soon enough my face was being driven into the mattress by one hand as he repeated his actions of the previous days. I was surprised at myself once again at how numbed I was feeling to everything, how disturbingly calm I was, as if I was watching an empty shell go through this as I hovered just outside it. At how I even had the peace of mind to notice someone had turned the radio up instead of off.
It didn't occur to me until my fingers and toes started tingling and the pain of my bruises and cuts returned, almost overwhelming the violation going on, that Reno had spiked the mako with something else to render me almost completely catatonic. I turned my eyes up toward him, and it was obvious to him I'd known what he did to spare me only because it had worn off, and he tore his gaze from me, lighting a cigarette and focusing on it instead.
"Well then," Tseng's voice chimed in next to my ear between pants of exertion. "Seems you're breathing awful hard yourself, Kemuri. Too bad you won't get a chance to catch it." He heaved himself off me and turned to the other two men as he tucked his shirt in. "Go on, who's next? Rude?" The bald man shook his head, glancing over his superior's shoulder at me for an instant.
"I'm... not into seconds, boss. Plus, there ain't no cure for the stigma, and even if she really is fine, I don't want to risk it." Tseng sighed, then looked at his last coworker.
"Reno. It's up to you." Just by the sound of his voice, I knew he was smiling.
"I... ah-"
"You will. I'm not asking you. This is an order, Reno. You break her silence. Go on." Tseng stepped aside and Reno move to the edge of the bed, hesitating and looking back over his shoulder.
"Can't I just hit her or something?" The look on Tseng's face was answer enough, and Reno clenched his jaw, then bent down to me, grabbing my shoulder and turning me so I lay on my back. For a moment the he looked at the fresh blood stains uneasily, then he closed his eyes for a long breath and climbed onto the bed. I turned my head away, looking out at the lights of the city as it grew darker, trying to ignore the feeling of him on top of me, but blocking things out became hard with Tseng's goading from a few feet away. My breath came in a sharp gasp as he entered me, like a knife stabbing into my abdomen.
"Hey," his voice drew my eyes back up to his. "Just focus on me okay?" He mumbled low enough so that only I could hear the words under the radio. The others must have thought he was simply muttering to himself.
"Just look me in the eyes. I'm... I'm sorry. I know it hurts, sweetheart, but it'll be over soon enough. Just block them out, focus on me." One hand came up and cupped the side of my face, keeping me from turning away from him. He took longer than Tseng, due to his trying to spare me, but eventually his breaths were as erratic as mine, and the look in his eyes were something like regret as he neared his climax.
"Kemuri, I want you to listen to me. I know this situation is bad, but just listen okay? I have to tell you-" I felt him tense up, on the very verge of release. "I think I'm falling in love with you."
I didn't realize I was the one yelling until he clapped a hand over my mouth, unable to keep himself from finishing, but wincing as if I'd hit him.
"Let her scream, Reno!" Tseng grinned, practically overjoyed. "You're brilliant! Go clean yourself up, I'll finish this and meet you downstairs." He didn't hesitate for a second, not waiting for solitude before grabbing me by an arm and dragging me off the bed, thudding to the floor and sliding roughly across it behind him. In the middle of the room, he let go and turned on me, crouching down to my level.
"You know he said that because I told him to, right? He's been doing his job all along. Everything you've seen has been what I wanted you to see." I shook my head, trying to scoot away, but as I moved, he seized my splinted leg and held me in place. "Down to the last detail, Kemuri, I have orchestrated this. Even Reno doesn't know the depths I've gone to to prevent things from going you and your brothers' way."
"I- I won't tell you-" He clapped a hand over my mouth as well, letting go of my leg to hold my head still.
"I know. You were trained to well to not give in to torture. Truth is, I don't really need whatever paltry information Kadaj has given you. I already know everything I need to know to stop him. Now, it would have been a plus if we could've gotten some of the cure from you, for Mr. Shinra, but I imagine they only cured you, not gave you the cure. This has all been to send a message to them. To you. Shinra electric power company may not be what it once was, but we are not weak." A hand tightened on my throat, squeezing a moan out of me along with my breath.
"The mission the four of you seem so set on is hopeless. And your death will be the message that shows how little tolerance we have for those in your line of duty." He removed his hand from my mouth, pressing me by my neck against the foot of the bed, and used his free hand to pull a gun from inside his jacket. "Despite all of this, I respect your resolve. I thought for sure you'd slip when I broke your leg, and even after that when I fucked you. Because of that respect, I'm going to tell you a little news before I shoot you. Just in case you get a chance to talk to someone before you die."
"I'm not going to die here, I don't care what you do, I'm going to get back at all of you for this-"
"Yes, yes, revenge. I know how excited you get at the prospect of that. But let me assure you, even if you do manage to survive my bullet, when the real fight comes, you'll be killed. You picked the wrong side of the battle, Kemuri, and you'll pay for it. But that's not what I wanted to tell you, and this bickering is just wasting my time. Be quiet." His grip tightened again, crushing the air out of me.
"There we are. What I wanted to tell you is that in our research on you, we found some very interesting information. As it turns out, you weren't taken into that orphanage because you were a street urchin like most of the others. You had a family who sold you off. Normally they don't keep records of things like that, but Mr. Shinra's father was a meticulous man, and as it turned out your family was a gold mine of talent. Of course, no one knew that at the time, but because you weren't an only child your family was recorded." He grinned, responding to the shocked look on my face.
"Unfortunately, both of your parents are dead. But your brother is still alive. In fact, you've probably met him already, though you didn't know it at the time." He chuckled to himself. "Although, if you follow all of that brother shit that Kadaj's gang do, you'd still consider him your brother. Kind of ironic, isn't it?" He realized suddenly that I was clawing at his hand for air, and got back on track, relenting only slightly to keep me conscious. "Anyways, your brother is Cloud Strife." I barely had time to hear the name finished before he fired.