Ello again peoples. This part also has rape and abuse, but if you survived the first chapter, this one's not near as bad. (At least I don't think so anyway…) Any how, flamers, out, cause I don't want my pride and joy insulted, and if you're thinking it, I already know I'm sick and demented, so no need to compliment me. If you like my writing, I'm going to try more innocent things perhaps, but I will make sure to finish this one first. Enjoy!
Rebel's soul
I watched Knives walk away from me as I regained control over my frayed nerves. Knives walked back the way he'd come and Legato pulled me to my feet. He fastened a collar around my neck, like I was a slave for auction, and led me another way from the one we'd come. I walked along dark hallway after dark hallway until we reached a dimly lit room.
Legato pushed me into the room and detached the chain that had been on my collar. I stared around at the room in sorrow and a little disgust. It was a concrete room with a mattress lying on the floor. The room was only lit by a window and my sniper, daggers and pistols lay on the floor below it.
"Why had I been so stupid to except a challenge from such a powerful man?" my mind questioned. But then I recalled I had not known his power and my arrogance as a fighter had had a hold of me. I touched the collar around my neck: spiky and leather with a hook to fit a chain through. Because of my arrogance, I was now a broken slave owned by one of the cruelest men on the planet.
Legato's voice snapped like the cruel whip he had used on me and broke my small moment of thought.
"This is where you sleep and live, and you will stay in this room unless I command you otherwise. Am I understood?"
"Yes master," I said quietly, "I will stay in this room at all times until I am called upon."
"And another thing," he said, "you will look at me when you answer my questions; otherwise you are not to speak."
I turned from my sniper and looked him in the eyes. It was like a wave electricity came and reset all my nerves. I was shaking so badly I could barely open my mouth.
"Y-y-yes master, I understand," I managed to stutter as I stared into his cold golden eyes.
He walked over to me and ran his hands down my shoulders and down my arms till he grasped my wrists. He towered over my small frame and his grip was powerful on my small wrists. His hands easily wrapped around them, giving him easy control over my arms. Still keeping a firm hold on my wrists, he leaned over so he was at my height, his midnight blue hair touching my forehead.
"You're terrified of me aren't you Leelu? You want to grab your sniper and kill me, to end the fear and go back to your sheltered little life. But know you've tasted real power, and your instincts of fear and violence control your mind. Your spirit resembles a fox; clever and quick, but powerful for your size. But go on Leelu; obey your instincts, if you believe that is the correct option you have laid out before you."
It took a split second decision; instinct was defiantly the way to go. Life is full of risks and all it was going to take was luck and I was going to be free. I broke Legato's control over my arms and snatched my sniper from the ground. In a split second I had the barrel to his forehead and my finger on the trigger. He smiled, a relaxed smile, almost as if he wanted me to do those exact movements.
"Do I know why I choose you Leelu, out of all the other gun fighters I could have chosen?
"Do I really give a care?" I snapped.
"I chose you because your spirit had a fracture; that was clear from your choice of trade. An orphan, left to die in the desert when the Roderick Gang decided they wanted your town's females and valuables. They left you in the rubble, at the age of three, alone to suffer and die. Somehow you lived, but it made your spirit weak. You had lost everything that was precious to you, so half my job was done for me. All I had to do was lure you in and break the rest of that pesky fox spirit you have and you would be mine. An expert gunfighter with enough experience to match Vash's speed and energy with precise sniper shots. When I gave my master your description, he was thrilled and wanted you in his arsenal, after all, good mercenaries are difficult to come by."
"You bastard!" I shouted at him. I pulled the trigger, but nothing happened to Legato. Then I felt a surge of pain running through my arm. I screamed and dropped my sniper and looked at my arm. Some how he had directed the bullet into my arm and a deep gash carved out of it.
Legato snapped the chain back on my collar and pulled me close to his chest. He removed a dagger from his coat and slowly pushed it into my stomach. I screamed in pain and begged him not to push the blade in any farther; even though I could see the wound was not as deep as it was painful. Legato pulled the dagger out of the small puncture wound he'd made and slid the dagger along my skin up to my throat.
My top fell to the ground from the cut along it and Legato let his trench coat slide off his broad shoulders.
Oh no, not again. Legato's right, my spirit was cracked badly, and this time, he was determined to shatter it so I could never recover and I would serve him with no doubt or resistance.
I tried to fight, to push him away but Legato grabbed my arm and gave it a sharp twist. I screamed in misery, as a few tears slid off my cheeks.
Legato pulled me into a kiss to keep me from making too much noise. He still held the dagger inches from my throat, ready to strike like a scorpion. I pushed him back, freeing my lips from his and he let me run to the window. I pounded the glass as hard as I could, then I tried to break it with my feet, but neither worked. I slid down against the glass, letting its cool surface brush my skin. I was trapped, just like before.
He laughed at my foolish attempts to free myself and pulled the chain on my collar abruptly, causing me to fall on my knees at his feet. He had a whip again and he snapped it on my back to force me to stand. I stood as Legato's fingers pulled on my skirt ties and undid them. He took off his shirt and pants after taking off my tights and forced me to my knees again.
His foot collided with my side knocking me on to the mattress lying on the floor. Invisible ties came around my wrists and ankles making it I so all I could do was raise of the ground about an inch. Legato laid down on me and I begged him not to, begged him not to hurt me again. But that same pain came again, just like before in that cold, dark dungeon. I whimpered and screamed as the speed of his thrusts accelerated. I found myself pleading to him, begging him not to continue.
I could feel my spirit cracking, breaking apart from the pain and the hopelessness of the situation. Then, it broke, my spirit shattered to a million pieces. My body fell limp under his and I felt Legato sense my surrender. He raised him self up and laid down beside me. I felt like the three year old I had been nineteen years ago, standing in the rubble what used to be my house, watching the Roderick Gang take my mother away.
Hot tears spilled from my eyes and I curled against Legato's chest from fear. He brushed the tears from my face and asked me in a whisper, "Now huntress, whom do you obey?"
"Y-you", I stammered through streams of tears that fell down my cheeks.
"And will you ever disobey me again?" he asked as he stroked my hair.
"No, I will always serve you Master," I managed to whisper.
"Very good human" Legato whispered back to me. "You are my dog, my puppet, and Master Knives' slave. You will do whatever I command you to do and whatever my Master commands of you with no questions. Is that understood?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but I could make a sound for some reason.
"Leelu? Have I made myself clear to you?" Legato questioned a second time."
I managed to nod my head that I did understand all his rules. He smiled and kissed me and the stood and put on his clothes.
I pulled a blanket on the mattress that had been thrown to the side and curled up underneath it. I cried my self to sleep in that small little concrete room I know called home.