A/N I rewrote this a bit, this was the original idea, why Riff and Magenta were "Broken" but I was a little too hesistant when I first wrote this, to actually put this chapter in, so it WAS a tamed down version of it. Well, this is how it's supposed to be!


He sat up in a split second, and almost lept straight out of the bed. The corners of his mind were still fuzzy from his drug-induced sleep. He couldn't remember why he suddenly sprung up, but then, it hit him. Or rather, hit her. He raced out of the bedroom, and straight up the stairs. He quickly found Frank grinning evilly as he slapped Magenta hard again. His new "Specimen" was holding Magenta's arms behind her. Riff went to leap at Frank, then held himself back, almost snarling.

"Ah, Riff Raff, how grand of you to join us." Magenta looked at him with fear in her eyes. "Relese her." He said to his specimen, and the man did. Magenta took a fearful step towards Riff, but Frank slapping her again stopped her. That was it. Riff roared and lunged at Frank, only to be held back by the large, muscular man that was Frank's new plaything. Frank laughed at Riff's feeble attempts to break free. It was then that Magenta realized exactly what Frank had been doing. He'd been softening Riff up, so that he wouldn't be able to fight.

Riff struggled feebly against the strong man's death grip. Frank grinned a sadistic grin, a slapped Magenta once again. And again. And again. Each time the gloved hand struck flesh, it seemed that a little piece of him was falling away. And being replaced with hatred. Frank kept that sadistic grin on his face as he watched Riff Raff struggling, his frail form trying to get away, to protect his sister, his lover, Frank grew more and more happier.

Then Frank went in for what would be the kill. As Magenta stood there, stunned from the fierce beating that she'd just gotten, he leaned in, and kissed her fiercely. She tried to back up, but Frank pulled her close. Despite his weak looks, Frank was surprisingly strong. He forcibly reached down to the first few buttons of her dress, and ripped them open. He felt her soft breasts, and she couldn't help but shiver slightly beneath his touch. It wasn't the same as Riff, not at all, but as much as she tried to fight it, she couldn't help but feel something.

He stripped the rest of her clothing from her, and backed her up against the wall. He sneaked a glance at Riff, and found the scrawny man struggling feebly against the forcing grip. She stood there, shaking in fear from what was imminent. He stripped off his pants and roughly moved in close to her. He could hear her brother's screaming at him, calling him every name that he could think of, but it didn't do anything but anger Frank more.

With one deft motion, complete with a cry from Magenta, he began violating her, raping her with a gusto that he hardly ever showed with willing sex. And he used all the skill that he possessed to turn her into a quivering mass, as much as she tried to fight it. She tried to forget about it, and tried to imagine that it was Riff, rather than this cruel harsh man. But she couldn't. one look across from her, and she saw him, sobbing, collapsed against the muscleman's arms. She gave him a pleading look, one that begged for forgiveness right before Frank sent her over the edge. And he replied with a sob, as he finally collapsed, and slunk down to the floor.