This chapter will contain hurt, torture, public humiliation. If you do not like reading things such as sexual assault, harassment or rape, this chapter is not for you. This chapter will be mostly flashbacks of Sheele and chelsea and what they have been through. You have now been warned.

"It's over, Najenda." Esdeath laughed as Najenda were sitting on her knees in failure.

"What the hell did you do to Sheele?" Najenda grunted.

Esdeath replied with a confident smile on her face, as she stood winning the battle. "What I did… was make them behave."

"Be… behave? How?" Najenda yelled.

Flashback

A month prior before the Jaegers had departed to city of Kyocroch. Inside a prison cell, was a Night Raid captive named Sheele. She is currently held prisoner inside of the capital. Her experience as a prisoner was nothing but hell.

Sheele's hands were cuffed to the ceiling as she was hung in the air and her feet were six inches off the ground. She was stripped, naked, and there were whip scars on certain places on her body, below the neck. Some scars were visible. Some scars were deep and critical. Her head hung down in exhaustion from the beating she was delivered.

Despite being a woman, Esdeath was not fazed by seeing a helpless woman naked in front of men. Especially, someone from Night Raid. She glanced at the prison guard with the black whip in his hand. Esdeath could hear the sound of lethal whippings.

"That's enough for today. Drop her." Esdeath demanded.

The guards obeyed as they backed off a bit and lowered the chains. Sheele's feet had touched the ground. Since she had been hanging in the air for a number of hours, she lost feeling in her ankles and fell to her knees immediately. Her cheek hit the ground hard and her ass was in hanging a few centimeters up. She panted as she was tired.

"Well," Esdeath bent down on Sheele's level. "It's only been a few weeks since you arrived and despite being punished… you have not said a single word." Esdeath chuckled. "I'm impressed." She stood right up and glanced down at her curved body. "I guess a few more whippings wouldn't hurt, don't you think?"

Sheele did not answer her question as she remained silent. Esdeath looked at the guard and nodded. "Give her a few more. I don't think she's do—" Esdeath was cut off as she felt something grab her leg. "Oh?"

Sheele had grasped Esdeath's white boot. She knew the torture that she had been endured for weeks was too much. Deep down, she wanted all of the pain to go away. She groveled to Esdeath's feet in fear and pain.

"Please… no more…" Sheele murmured as she let a thin stream of tears roll down her face.

Esdeath paused as she looked down at the Night Raid member. "Then you know what you have to do to get your freedom."

She raised her head towards the icy general. Her purple pupils were filled with pain. She wanted the pain to disappear… but she knew that she could not sell out her family, Night Raid. She slightly shook her head no. "I need water." She whispered.

Esdeath sighed. Part of her started to take pity on Sheele, whom his groveling before her. She glanced at the guard and snapped her fingers. She yanked her leg back and walked away, leaving Sheele lonely on the ground. "Give it to her."

Sheele was left wondering, trying to understand what she meant. Without warning, Sheele was then hit with a powerful roar of water. Her body was splashed by fire whose connected to a brick wall. She was pushed to a corner, hosed down like a contaminated animal. The guard splashed her for another thirty seconds.

"That's enough." Esdeath said.

One of the guards finally turned off the fire hose. Sheele could feel one of her ribs broken due to the heavy pressure of water. She coughed repeatedly as she felt vomit up some water. Her head hung downwards, her body was soak and wet. Her right arm covered her nipples as she lied on all fours.

Esdeath stared and watched as she crawled like a dog. "A dog you are." She and the two guards took their leave and left Sheele alone and naked in a jail cell. One of the guards locked the cell door so that she would not escape.

A few hours after dark, the temperature in the cell had gotten colder and colder. Shortly, Sheele felt this temperature and her body reacted by shaking from the cold weather. Her teeth shook as her body vibrated on the ground. She crawled to a corner and curled into a ball to try and gain warmth.

'Am I going… to die?' Sheele thought, scared and freezing.

The next morning, Sheele was seen slouching on the wall, cold and sleeping. Esdeath had the guards stand her up facing her. The grabbed her by the arms and straighten her legs.

"Wake up, Night Raid." One of the guards grabbed her hair, pulling her head upwards.

Sheele slowly opened her eyes and saw Esdeath in front of her with white plastic gloves and a jar. "Good to see that you have survived that cold weather last night," Esdeath referred to the cold weather she produced in attempt to freeze Sheele to death. "Allow me to ask. Are you going to reveal your secrets about Night Raid?"

"Mm-mm," Sheele shook her head no. "I'm sorry, but I can't." she said before sneezing.

"Heh," Esdeath smiled, as she already knew the answer. "I knew it."

"What's in that jar?" Sheele asked. Her sight wasn't that good.

"Oh, you'll see in a bit." Esdeath walked closer in close range so Sheele could get a good view. She then opened a lid to see a jar filled insects. She picked up one of them by its end and held it in front of Sheele.

"What kind of insect… is that?" Sheele was unfamiliar as she looked at it.

"Oh, this? This is called…Marg Centipede. It'll be your new playdate."

Marg Centipede. It is a special-class Danger Beast that that is capable of controlling minds. It is a small orange and black centipede that takes the size of an earthworm. The Marg Centipede would enter the host via the ears and make their way to the brain. Once they do, they latch onto the spinal cord and link itself to the brain, causing the victim to fall in their control, whether they are human or Danger Beast. They react negative to both cold and hot temperatures, and they do not work on corpses.

Esdeath had personally trained and tamed these Danger Beasts to follow in her command when she was a teenager, shortly after her clan had been destroyed.

Esdeath moved the crawly Danger Beast close to Sheele's face. The centipede landed onto Sheele's left shoulder, then crawled to her left ear. It took a moment before crawling into Sheele's earhole. Its spikey legs, its slithery body had made it into her head.

Sheele silently gasped as her eyes widened in horror. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!" She screamed in terror as the centipede was roaming inside her head. She continued to scream for approximately fifteen seconds.

The screams had finally stopped when the Danger Beast found her brain and latched itself. Her vision suddenly went from blurry to being completely blackened. She passed out, as the guards held each side of her arm and leg. Her head hung downwards, unconscious.

"Let her go." Esdeath said.

The guards did what she said and Sheele's body dropped to the floor. The guards stared at her body as she didn't move for about a minute.

"Is she dead?" One of the guards asked.

Esdeath stared at her entire body, assuming she was until she saw a pinkie twitch. "No. She's alive," she looked at the guards. "Stand back."

"Yes ma'am." The guards moved to the wall.

Suddenly, Sheele's body started acting on its own. Her body started shaking like it was vibrating, her hands were flat on the floor, her eyes were widened.

"What the—what's wrong with her?" One of the guards asked.

"The Danger Beast is trying to tame the hostess' body for its own. Right now, this woman is doing whatever she can to resist its power. But in the end, the centipede win. I trained them to do my bidding ever since I was a teenager. I taught them that the strong will thrive and the weak will die. If the centipede wins, this woman will forever be a slave to the Empire." Esdeath stated.

She stopped vibrating for a moment and spat out some blood, before her body passed out on the floor. She fell on her face with her body lying.

"She stopped moving… does that mean—"

"Yes. My centipedes has won this fight." Esdeath answered as she knew. 'I've seen many prisoners get possessed by these Danger Beasts almost instantly. But, this woman had put up more of a fight than I thought. I guess it's because either Najenda trained her well or it's probably because she's an Imperial Arm wielder?' she closed her eyes. 'Hmph. You've really trained them well, Najenda.'

"General Esdeath, she's moving!" one of the guards stated.

"Eh?" Esdeath quickly opened her eyes to see what the guard was talking about. She saw a nude Sheele slowly rise on her bare feet and stared at her with empty purple eyes. "Ho, ho." She chuckled.

One of the guards pulled out his sword. "General, should I—"

"No. This is perfect." She walked close in front of Sheele, face to face and smiled. "Nice to see you, my child."

"My… my name is Sheele," She begun. "And my sole purpose… is to eliminate… Night Raid."

"Good." Esdeath smiled, as she stroked the now mind controlled Sheele's cheek. "Let's get to it, then."

End Flashback

Najenda clinched her green mechanical fist. "How dare you… use my subordinate… like she's somee puppet!"

"Oh, and that's not all." Esdeath brushed some of her hair back. "Don't you wanna know what happened to your other subordinate?"

Najenda gasped. 'Chelsea…'

Flashback once more

A few weeks had passed since Sheele's control was lost. During this time, the Jaegers were split up by Night Raid. A great battle took place in the canyon and there were casualties, which resulted the entire canyon being destroyed from a bomb. Bols was killed, but Flare was able to avenge his fallen comrade by arresting the killer. Ever since that day, Chelsea had been solitary confine and her Imperial Arms confiscated.

Chelsea was sitting on her knees inside of a jailcell. She remained their for a matter of time. She suddenly heard footsteps walking, coming closer, until she saw a long blue-haired woman approach her.

"Ah, so you must be that Night Raid who killed Bols? It's a pleasure to meet you." Esdeath for once saw Chelsea for the first time.

Chelsea remained silent to ignore the General and turned away.

"Aw, don't be like that." Esdeath pouted in awe, as she opened the cell and walked in. "We're both girls. We should at least talk about the boys we like, right?" Esdeath tried to start a conversation, but failed.

Chelsea refused to speak, as she was aware of the sadistic general. Her body was turned the opposite direction as she faced the wall.

"Still not talking, are you? Okay. Let's see if this helps." Esdeath snapped her fingers and three guards had rushed inside the cell and tackled restrained her. Chelsea gasped as she landed on her side. She could feel one of the guards grabbing her legs and holding together. 'W-what?! What are they doing?' she then felt another guard pull her arms from behind. "H-hey, stop! Let go of me!" A guard had tied some strong rope behind her back to partially restrain her hands. "Stop!" she yelled.

"Oh, so you can speak?" Esdeath asked as she looked down. "You just didn't want to."

"Shut up! As if I wanna speak to a cold witch like you!" Chelsea retaliated.

"Watch your mouth, Night Raid!" One of the guards yelled as he grabbed her head and pinned it.

Esdeath then glared at the redhead in nothing but contempt after what she said. She stomped her heel on the side of Chelsea's head, causing it to bleed a little. Chelsea groaned. "How dare you talk to me like that? I will teach you some manners!" Esdeath drove her white heel onto her head, earning a light scream in pain. She then took a deep breath and removed her heel. "Boys."

"Ma'am?" The guards answered.

"Strip her until there's nothing left." Esdeath ordered.

Chelsea gasped in shock. 'No… she didn't just…"

"Yes ma'am!" the guards responded as they started removing clothing from her Chelsea's body.

"No! Get off of me!" Chelsea tried to struggle and fight as the male guards grabbed her. She felt her skirt being tugged on, she reacted by kicking the guard in the chin while pinned down on her stomach.

"Dammit." One of the guards yelled after getting kicked in the chin.

"Hold still, you cunt!" Another guard slammed her face on the floor twice to stop her from fighting. The guard that slammed her head in had removed her headphones and threw it at the wall.

"Ugh," She grunted after her face met the floor. Blood ran down her nose as a smudge appeared onto her face. Chelsea felt her skirt removed by the guards. She could hear the tears of clothing. 'No, please… stop!' Her mind was clouded as he heard the laughter of Esdeath and the guards. They were having fun. It was like a pack of dogs attacking a helpless person. The guards played rough and it didn't take long for the guards to finally remove her clothing, except for the ropes behind her back.

Esdeath smiled as she watched the guards use force on the assassin before her. "Stand her up." The guards stood her up and grabbed her arms. "Oh my," Esdeath giggled a bit, as she stared at Chelsea's figure, her nude body. "Your body look so gorgeous when you're naked." She laughed.

"Stop staring!" Chelsea blushed as Esdeath commented on her body.

"Know this, Night Raid. I'm not sorry for what is about to happen next. You brought this onto yourself." One of the guards opened the door for Esdeath. "Bring her along."

The guards stood her up and shoved out the cell. Chelsea looked at Esdeath whom was leading the way. "Where is she—" she then grunted as one of the guards kicked her back thigh.

"Get going! Move!" A guard yelled.

One of the guards held a spear close to Chelsea's back as she followed Esdeath through a long hall. Male prisoners saw the General walking, and then they saw the naked assassin behind her with three guards. Most of them grinned and liked what they saw. Chelsea's figure. Her long red hair. Her pale skin. She was most of their type.

"God, look at that."

"Oh shit. It's a girl!"

"She must be one of them Night Raid, huh?"

"Yep. And she's a fine looking one, too."

"Damn, she's pretty."

Whistle. "Seeing that's just turning me on."

"Now I feel like I wonna fuck her…"

"I can't wait to get that pussy."

"I hope she's a virgin, because I would make her the luckiest assassin in the world!"

"Boy, would I like to get in that ass right there…"

"I call dibs!"

"No, I call dibs! I'm taking that ass first!"

"No, that bitch is mine!"

"Shut up! I saw her first!"

"Hell no, she's mine!"

"No, me!"

As Chelsea heard a bunch of prisoners talking, chuckling, and argued who gets to fuck her, she couldn't help but feel embarrass and a little lightheaded. She continued walking behind Esdeath through the long hall, until they hit a dead end. They walked inside of a dark chamber.

"Here we are." Esdeath said, as she and Chelsea walked into a darker two storied chamber. She walked close to the edge. "This is where you'll be sleeping."

Chelsea walked a little forward to the edge and saw something. She gasped in horror, as she saw the first floor filled with a bunch of small parasites.

Flesh Worms. They are tiny Danger Beasts that take the appearance of maggots and are capable of devouring inside flesh and sucking the sheer will out of a creature or person. One flesh worm alone will not be enough, for a person. If a person or a creature had over a thousand worms within their body and not removed, it could lead to major consequences. If the victim tries to fight back, the worms will cause searing pain within the body, cardiac arrest, rapid aging, shorten lifespan, blindness to the host or even death. They can even lay their eggs inside their victims.

Chelsea took a step back. "Are you telling me… that I—"

"Yes. As for hunting my precious subordinate, this will be your punishment." Esdeath said plainly.

Chelsea glanced over at the pit filled with worms. "No… I can't sleep in there!" she wanted to turn, but the guards pointed their weapons close to her face.

"Get in there!"

"Now now, boys." Esdeath called them at ease.

Chelsea looked at Esdeath and started to tear up. "You can't do this, please! I don't want to go in there!" she sobbed and fell on her knees.

Esdeath tried to ignore Chelsea's cries, but couldn't. She then pulled out her silver rapier, which caught Chelsea's attention. "Fine. If it will make you stop crying." She raised her rapier up in the air.

Chelsea thought that her life was gonna end by the general. 'Maybe I'm the one who need to be punished…' she closed her eyes shut as she assumed her execution. 'I'm sorry, everyone!'

Chelsea then heard sword slashes, but didn't feel any pain whatsoever. She slowly opened one her eyes and looked down at her body, only to see it was practically fine. She gasped as she was in one piece. She then looked at her hands to see that they were free from the strong ropes.

"General… Esdeath?" One of the guards asked, as the three remained confused. "What are you doing?"

"Be silence." Esdeath ordered.

Chelsea slowly stood in front of Esdeath. "Wha… what is this? Why?" she asked.

"I forgive you for killing Bols." Esdeath said bluntly.

Chelsea's look of worry had started to turn into a smile with tears of relief, until… "Guh!" she groaned, as she felt a cold hand grabbing her throat. She grabbed Esdeath's hand and tried to remove it.

"But… there's something that I CANNOT forgive you for…" Esdeath said in a cold manner.

'What… what is she talking about? She just said that she forgave me for killing her subordinate…! So, why is she still hostile?' she thought while being choked.

"You see… I heard in reports that after you assassinated Bols, you went after another one of my subordinates. Someone I care for."

Chelsea gasped, as she knew what Esdeath was talking about. 'You must mean…'

"Yes. I will never forgive you for trying to take Flare from me!" Esdeath glared at the redhead, as her voice was dark and cold. Without warning or hesitation, Esdeath had thrown Chelsea up in midair with only one arm.

Everything around Chelsea had slowed down within midair. She gasped. 'Oh, I understand. The one who should receive punishment is me… I really wanted to be accepted… right, Tatsumi? In that split moment while falling, Chelsea thought of Tatsumi. One last time before assuming that she would die.

She then fell and sunk into the pit of worms, as if it was quicksand. A second later, she tried jumping out, crawling, swimming, but there was too many worms dragging her back into the pool. She screamed in horror, as she tried to fight knock them off her body. She gave out one final scream and reached her arm out towards Esdeath before sinking.

Esdeath smiled at the redhead. "Heh, let's see how long she can keep this up." Esdeath turned towards her guards. "I want you three to fish her out of there in forty hours."

"Yes ma'am!" the guards responded, as they watched her leave.

Forty-Eight hours have passed. Esdeath returned to the chamber where Chelsea was thrown into the pit of flesh worms with a bright smile on her face.

The guards had fished her out of the pit like she demanded. Chelsea was found conscious lying on her back, naked. She looked paralyzed, but wasn't. Chelsea had been violated by the flesh worms, inside her body and out. Her eyes were filled with a dark red and empty void, tears streamed down her face and her body twitched a bit.

"So, how did she sleep?"

"Not too well." One of the guards answered.

"Is she going to make it?" she asked.

"She's been through hell, but she'll live."

"She has some wrinkles, though." Esdeath noted the wrinkles on her face.

"I guess that's part of the side effect."

"Good. I have something else I would like to try with her." Esdeath smirked, as she opened the jar filled with Marg Centipedes. "Now, hold her still, gentlemen." She said, as she pulled out a small mind controlling centipede. "Haha!"

End Flashback

"There. Now you know what happened to your subordinates. Are you happy now, Najenda?" Esdeath asked.

"No, I'm not! I'm happy that they're both still alive, but… I hate what you've done to them!" Najenda shouted. "Where is Chelsea!?"

"You're smart, Najenda. Why don't you take a guess, Najenda?" Esdeath smiled.

Najenda gasped, as she figured it out. "No, she can't be there…"

Meanwhile, Flare had woken up in a white asylum room with a white straight jacket. Here was nothing in the room, except for a white asylum bed.

'How the hell did boobs suddenly become my weakness?' Flare thought to himself, as he remembered being smothered by Leone. "Dammit, I'm stuck in here. I hope that Seryu's okay." Flare then sensed someone's presence outside the door of the asylum room. 'Who's that? This aura feels familiar, but at the same time it's not…' Flare glanced at the door to see it slowly open. He looked closely to see who's opening it. He gasped, as he finally saw the mysterious person at the door. A woman, with a dark cloak and long red hair. She also has wrinkles on her face. The mysterious person happened to be Chelsea.

"You're…" Flare hesitated to finish.

"Hello, Flare. My name is Chelsea."

I was going to post Despair part Two, but I felt like everyone should know what happened to Sheele and Chelsea. It was kinda tough to make this. Sheele and Chelsea a lot of people's favorite characters and how they suffered horrible deaths. I apologize if I made anyone upset. That's just how writing goes. I will be keeping both Sheele and Chelsea alive throughout this story.