AN: For those of you who do not like reading stories where attempted rape takes place, please advert your eyes and read the next chapter.

I was thrown into a room on a bed and had the door slammed shut behind me. I hissed as I sat up and turned around, glaring at it, "I hope those fuckers die in a ditch."

I looked around the room and felt blood rushing to my face; I didn't know what most of the things here were, but I definitely recognized some shapes from my very brief and short encounters with paintings of male anatomy that existed in the medical books I used to read. I think… Oh my god, I think I'm surrounded by sex toys?!

Okay, just calm down and sniff around a bit, okay? Get your bearings, girl.

I sniffed a little and I did notice something different; I couldn't tell what, but it was definitely effecting my body somehow. There was a sharp pain between my legs that felt kind of like blockage, but I still had nearly no idea what was going on.

"Damnit…" I moaned in… was it pain? What else could it be, I mean, my female organs are hurting, right? Why is my brain acting like this? "Wh-what's happening to…" I started gasping as I felt instincts telling me to touch the area of pain to make it go away, "to my bo-body?"

What's going on? Get it together, girl. Just, try to find out what's going on, look at it from a book's POV.

"Increasing heart beat," I held a hand over my heart and it involuntarily squeezed my breast, making me gasp out, "extra sensitivity to touch," I felt like my ears were burning with a blush that was painting the rest of my face, "increased blood pressure, I think," I noticed my breathing, "rapid breathing and… pain in my… areas." I know my face was trying to burn itself off at the admissions and I put my hand to my forehead, "I… I think I've got a fever or… or something, except, I'm so… I feel hot all over, it's… damnit, it's… it's killing me."

Half my instincts were screaming at me not to touch myself in any way possible, the other half were telling me to run out the door and avoid contact no matter what, but my body feels so sluggish and it hurt less once I touched it.

It took me a moment to realize what was going on in the situation and a voice in my said whispered, "If you don't get out of there, you will end up just like Morgan at the end of every job."

That was what it took for me to finally realize it, "Oh dear God, am I…" I gulped, "Am I sexually aroused?"

"Bingo, girly."

I turned my head to the man in front of me; he looked no older then 25, with plain black hair, dark violet eyes, pale skin and wearing a simple shirt and jeans. To me, he looked like some kind of evil present from the heavens for a split second.

Then I snarled at him, "Well sorry, but I'll just fix it myself, so you can just fuck off someplace else!"

The man sighed and shook his head, as if he was already tired with me, "I'm afraid I can't abandon a woman in need of assistance. Especially if she is to be my student."

"St-student?!" I exclaimed in out-rage, then I full on glared at him, "You bastard, you're one of those rapping teachers I heard about from the other girls!"

The man nodded and bowed slightly, "Mr. Osburn, if you will."

I continued to glare at him, "You bastard, how can you do that to them?! They were just innocent girls, how could you take everything away from them like that?! Their human identity, their family, their innocence… HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO THEM!"

SLAP!

The strike hit me faster than I could see it coming and suddenly, Osburn was over me, holding down my wrists with his hands and my ankles with his knees. I squirmed and screamed, but there was nothing I could do and a sense of powerlessness crashed on me, making the reactions of my body start to come to mind again and I tried to make myself calm down.

"Sorry, girl." Osburn grabbed at my chin, forcing eye-contact with him, "But our employers don't like it when their personal slaves don't get excited; so you're going to have to stay excited."

"I'd rather die," I snarled, "then take these classes with someone I don't love."

And then I did something that would get me in a lot of trouble; I spat in his eye.

In a human reaction, Osburn let go of one of my wrists in exchange for rubbing the fluid out of his eye and that was his mistake. I punched his face in, using all the strength my Chimera body had to give me at the current moment and I startled him enough to make him let go of my other hand. I then used both hands to punch his chest and shove him off me, leading to him falling on the bed and me making a bad dash for the shut door. I reached it-

"YOU BITCH!"

-only to have my shirt grabbed and the piece on my back torn clean off my body. I screamed and clenched what was left of the fabric to my chest, tears welling up in my eyes not because I was shocked, but because of what this shirt meant to me.

"Here you go, Celina!" Cromwell cheered, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

"Cromwell," I chuckled as we walked around the Command Center in Central, "It's not my birthday."

"Oh." Cromwell blinked, then smiled again and shoved the box she was holding into my hands, "Well, just take it anyway!"

I chuckled as I started untying the ribbons and such, "What is it anyway?"

"Open it up and you'll find out!" Cromwell stated in a laughing manner.

I chuckled and opened the box and gasped, pulling out the contents and holding it in front of me.

It was a black shirt with Thylacines, pictures not paintings, all over it; sleeves, back, front every bit had at least one Thylacine on it. And on the front was some white writing.

"Even if I am not human in mind, body or soul…" I read out-loud, turning it over to the back, "I have a heart big enough to hold a thousand armies."

"I got that especially made for you since Comet and I realized you wear almost the exact same out-fit every day of the year." Cromwell stated, grinning, "Now your wardrobe will have a bit of variety in it!"

Tears filled the corners of my eyes as I turned to her, "Cromwell, this is amazing, thank you so much. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."

Cromwell smiled and placed her hand in a caring manner on my head, "Just live your life the best way you can, Celina. Just like you already do."

"I will!" I nodded, determination in my eyes as I spotted the girls' bathroom, "I'm gonna go put the shirt on, I'll be right back!"

"Take your time!" Cromwell called as I ran in.

"Are you crying because the need for release is making you that desperate?" Osburn asked, stalking towards me.

I sat on the flour, my bare back to the cold wall, clutching the shirt to my chest and shook my head no, fearing that if I looked at him, he'd see just how scared I really was. Panic was starting to flood my mind and body when I realized he was strong enough to do this to a present from Cromwell; from the closest thing to a mother I have ever had in my entire life.

"Too bad then, you're going to get that release anyway." Osburn was right in my face, swiftly waking a stray hair away from my face, "Get ready, but the first lesson is always the most painful. But it'll feel better later."

I shook my head and curled tighter in on myself as I felt him press up between my legs that I had drawn to my chest. I felt his disgusting tongue lick at my cheeks while I heard his hand reaching down to undo his belt.

BEEP! BEEP! "Warning! Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!"

Osburn sighed and stood up, glaring at me as I tried not to sob.

"You got lucky from the looks of things; class is post-pond for now. I expect to still see my newest student here when I get back, though." With that, the man walked out the door and closed it behind him.

I burst into tears and held the remains of my shirt to my eyes, desperately wishing Edward, or Alphonse, or Cromwell, or Anbra, or Astrid (Hell, I'd settle for Mustang even) were here right now.

"Somebody…" I stopped as my body shook, "Anybody…" I sniffled a bit more, "Help…"