Chapter 10
Weiss woke slowly the next day. Her body's craving for both the drugs and for release felt long gone. Though that desperation and haze was gone, Weiss couldn't much muster the energy to do anything but turn over and cuddle against a pillow. This one was foreign. Not from her bed. Blake must have slipped her an extra before the faunus called it a night.
Weiss couldn't help but allow her mind to drift to Blake. She was mad… furious at the faunus for… well for everything… but, her body seemed overly thankful if the delighted drowsiness that lingered in her bones was any measure. And… maybe a part of her mind felt appreciative of the extra pillow. Even if the case was a little scratchy for her tastes.
Again the heiress tried to just enjoy her morning. To just linger in that half-awake state, but her mind continued to slip back to the night prior and that faunus. Blake didn't have to help her… Weiss struggled to think of anyone else in her life who would have cared to actually stop her from scratching herself up like that… The reasons for the marks had been entirely different, but the last time she'd been caught marring herself, the only thing her father had to say was 'make sure that gets covered'. Sometimes Weiss liked to imagine he'd meant for her not to let her wounds get infected. All of the time, she knew the fables about Remnant's magical maidens carried infinitely more truth to them than the fiction she told herself about her father actually caring.
Blake actually seemed… hurt by the sight. That thought confused Weiss to no end. What the hell did the White Fang kidnapper give a shit if she hurt herself or not? Weiss shifted in her cage, trying to forget those thoughts and just go back to rest. With a groan, Weiss tried to move her pillow while pulling the blankets over herself, but when she tried to move her hands in different directions, neither went anywhere.
"Huh?" Weiss whimpered, her wrists hurting as she pulled harder. She'd been handcuffed again? A small movement of her hands again confirmed that. It was the same as earlier. "Damnit… cuffed me again." Weiss groaned and opened her eyes. She was shocked by what she saw- she was shocked she could see anything! The room wasn't overflowing with light, but it was lit more than well enough for the heiress who hadn't seen light in what she figured must have been at least three days.
The room she was in… she had to assume it was different because this one had a window. If the last room had one, it would have been a stunning job of covering it up to shut out all light. Judging by the sky, it was either just before sunrise or just after sunset. She could almost see stars in the sky. A beautiful sight Weiss had been deprived of completely through her life in Atlas. Barely raising her head, Weiss wanted to stare at those beautiful glimmering lights all night long, She wanted to, but the sight of a note caught her eye. It had been stuck to the top of the cage with a small piece of tape. "What the…" Weiss blinked slowly and reached up to pull down the note. The handwriting was pretty, well cared for; almost calligraphic in nature.
'Hey, sorry about the handcuffs again. I needed to sleep, and you looked like you needed it too. I just didn't want to risk you still being worked up in the night or having a nightmare and hurting yourself more. Speaking of which, there's ointment just outside your cage. I turned off the setting that shocks you when you touch the bars, so don't worry. Please take care of it (If you don't I will, and I presume you don't want my hands all over those places after today). I don't want it getting infected. I also left you more of the tilapia you liked and a bottle of water (those are inside your cage cause they are harder to lose) make sure to eat and drink slow. I need to get you a stable bowl we can keep full so you have a less sporadic diet. That's my bad, and I'm sorry about that. The point was never to starve or dehydrate you. Depending on when you wake, I'll already be gone or I'll be leaving soon. I have meetings today with the White Fang. I'll be back as soon as I can and we'll have plenty to talk of then. Between now and then, please don't be stupid. The collar might not shock you for touching the bars, but it will shock you if you try to leave the home.'
Be good my Kitten
-Blake B.
Weiss had no explanation nor defense for how the note made her feel. Particularly the bit of why she'd been handcuffed and Blake leaving her the ointment. It felt… well, whatever she felt, it was wrong. Weiss rolled her eyes. "I thought Stockholm took longer to kick in." She griped to herself. But all the complaining in the world couldn't change that she did appreciate the gestures.
As the heiress worked her way to sitting up in the cage, she could feel how sore her skin had become. Her thighs were the worst. It felt like someone had brought sandpaper to them for just enough time to make them bleed twice over. Everything felt scratchy and pained against them as she moved around. Her chest wasn't much better, her nipples were… almost battered by what Weiss had done to them in the hopes of getting off. They too were incredibly tender, but in all honesty, the tenderness on her breasts almost felt pleasant; like a reminder of pleasure's ghost. Weiss might even have pressed her arms against them for the soothing ache it brought to her. She'd need to enjoy these little things to get through her time as a White Fang captive.
A small smile on her face from the comfort of warmth against her sore breasts, Weiss fiddled around a little to find the food and water Blake left her. She was in fact hungry enough that she wanted to scarf it all down. But… as if to make a small concession to Blake; an acknowledgment of her appreciation for the faunus's help the night prior, Weiss took her time. Gently, she grazed over the fish. She was delighted to find there was some fruit in the bag too. Grapes this time, sweet and snappy, it tasted almost how the stars looked in the sky. Bright and shining; crisp. Weiss pulled a pillow up into her lap and curled against the cage's corner. Like that, she could pretend she was neither on Menagerie or back home at Atlas. She pretended she was away, some other island or isolated area; on a nice comfortable couch with a quaint meal, and the stars after a beautiful sunset.
Weiss hit the bottom of her package of food and then of her drink after an hour or so. The stars hadn't lost an ounce of their luster, but her neck had grown tired of looking up. Wanting to give her sore body a break, Weiss turned her attention to the small silver tin that presumably held the ointment. It took some finagling to get into the cage, but she got it through the bars.
She considered not applying it out of spite- or maybe out of a need to see how Blake might react. Would the faunus actually care if she didn't take care of it? Would Blake really do it herself? It was quite the thought, and Weiss wasn't sure what she actually wanted. Be obstinate and have the other woman touching her there all over again, or acquiesce and have that extra amount of agency. In the end, Weiss split the difference, caring for her thighs and thighs alone. This way she'd have her answer for what Blake might do, and she had the insulation of the faunus not touching her down there.
The abraded skin was sensitive. It hurt, but the ointment seemed to have a very mild anesthetizing quality. Nothing like that stuff Blake used on her pussy, but, enough that it soothed the angry red skin. After a while, Weiss felt exhaustion approaching back in. Her body was digesting, and she'd been through a lot. She figured she deserved a little more sleep- even if she didn't, it wasn't like there was much or anything else to do. She slipped back down and tried to think of nice things. Her bed back home… it was cold, lonesome, but it was nice… in that thousand thread count way. It had been nice when Blake shared the bed with her… almost like the sleepovers she'd heard of other girls having when she was a child- Jacques never was willing to have other kids over and he wasn't about to let an eight-year-old Weiss spend the night at someone else's home.
Sure the causes had been shit… in more ways than she had even known at the time… but it was nice, having someone else to share the Vacuo king bed with. But… the Blake she shared that bed with was a lie… a complete falsification- manufactured just to get Weiss to let her guard down. That sweet, kind, quiet Blake didn't really exist.
Weiss fluffed her pillow and did her best to get comfy despite the handcuffs. It was harder than it had been earlier. Knowing she was restrained made it all that much more agitating. "Damnit… just... gotta get comfortable t get back to sleep." Weiss grumbled under her breath.
"What? So bored that you need to sleep day and night?" Blake's voice questioned.
"Blake!" Weiss popped up from her spot, already seeming far more eager than she'd intended.
"Yeah, sorry I was out so long." Blake sighed. "Oh! You used the ointment? Good kitten." She perked.
"I- yeah." Weiss nodded and pulled the covers over her lower body.
"No… you didn't." Blake's face turned angry with judgment.
"What! Yes, I did!"
"No, you didn't! Your tits aren't shiny. They would have at least a slight gloss if you used the ointment."
Weiss flushed. "I- I used it on my legs… and that's where it was the worst." She looked away and pouted. It was hard to pretend she didn't appreciate someone keeping tabs on taking care of herself.
"Out!"
"What?"
"Get out!"
"I- the door's closed!"
"It's not locked. I set your collar to incapacitate if you tried to leave the house, so I could let you have free reign of the house while I was gone."
"What?" Weiss questioned dumbly.
"You needed to like be able to go to the bathroom and stuff." Blake shrugged. "I know you went last night and the night I healed you, but both of those were a bit ago now."
Weiss didn't remember either- a disturbing thought. But Blake had a point. She had to go. Would she be allowed to do it privately? Or would the faunus watch her? "May I?" Weiss turned around and tried to pinpoint where a bathroom might be.
"Course! I don't want to clean that shit up." Blake winced at the poor and unintentional pun.
"Where?" Weiss sheepishly questioned.
"Come on, I'll show you." Blake opened the door to the cage and guided Blake. It was just around the corner of a hallway. "Door stays cracked open so I know you can't lock it, and the window's locked from the outside, so don't even try it. I'll give you as much privacy as I can and sit down in the living room, but …" Blake pointed to her human and then her faunus ears. "Double the ears, double the hearing. Don't try anything or you'll regret it."
"And… these?" Weiss held up her cuffed hands.
"I'm only taking them off because I was planning to anyways."
"I- what about a bath? Can I take a-"
"No, not right now. Valiant effort tho. We'll talk about you getting a bath or shower after you're finished and we finish talking about everything else."
"Talk?" Weiss looked up to Blake as she unlocked the cuffs.
"You'll see. Go get your business done and I will be down there." Blake pointed to the living room before walking off in that direction.
Weiss was quick to relieve herself. When she was done, she gave herself the quickest clean she could at the sink. Not enough to get her into trouble with the faunus, but enough that she felt notably less disgusting. She emerged in the living room not too much later.
"Good, glad you didn't try and run off or anything," Blake noted and pointed towards a chair opposite the couch she was already sitting on. Weiss noticed Blake had a silver container similar to the ointment she'd left for her. Was she going to forcibly apply it? That was what the note threatened. Why the hell hadn't she just put it all on herself. This was stupid! So- so what if Blake actually cared about her tending to the wounds. This had been a stupid idea. "Gonna sit down?"
"Huh? I- oh! Ok." Weiss frowned, but sat. It'd be nice to sit in a real chair. "So? What'd you wanna talk about?" The chair was nice, but now, out of her cage, Weiss felt so so so much more aware of her nudity- of Blake's eyes prying on her. Gods! What an unpleasant feeling, Blake's eyes on her while she had nothing to cover up, nothing to protect herself. Her skin crawled at the sensation. First, she looked for something she could cover herself up with, a blanket or a throw or something, nothing. Then she settled for just holding her hands over herself.
"Embarrassed?"
"I! No! Just!"
"It's not like any of it's stuff I haven't seen."
"I!"
"I mean, I made you-"
"I know!"
"Several times."
"Shut up!"
"Wanna try that again, Kitten?" Blake challenged with the rise of an eyebrow.
"Yes! Shut the fuck up!" Weiss doubled down in an indignant tone.
"That's two." Blake murmured as if trying to keep a mental tally.
"What's two?" Weiss snapped.
"You'll know soon enough- or you won't and you'll have clothes and… well anything you want in the house really…" Blake considered for a moment. "Well, within reason."
Weiss's ears perked up at the ideation that she'd soon be allowed clothing.
"That got your attention, huh?"
"Of course I want clothes!"
"Hmm." Blake nodded patiently.
"So?"
"So what?"
"What do you want?" Weiss grunted and settled for pulling her knees up to her chest while angling away from Blake to cover her chest and not flash the faunus.
"What do I want?" Blake gave a coy smirk, pretending she didn't know full well what the heiress meant.
"I'm sure it's not going to be free? If it were, you'd already have given me a jacket at least."
Blake nodded. "Sharp little Kitten." She gave a smile, but Weiss's defensive glare pushed her to move on. "Yes, I've talked to the White Fang and we'd appreciate your help."
"My help? I'm sorry, you kidnap me, and now you want my help?" Weiss laughed. "No thank you, I think I'm fine going without!"
"Alright." Blake patted her hands on her lap and stood, not a single word of persuasion.
"What?" Weiss coughed. She'd been expecting something. If she was of that much use to them, then why would Blake be so eager to give up. And… it had to be something important? Right? Weiss couldn't imagine them turning to her for anything short of an absolute necessity.
"If you don't want to help, then you don't want to help. Some of the other White Fang members and I are working on your room's remodel right now. You go back to your cage and I'll come for you when I'm done."
"So what? If I helped you with… with whatever you wanted, you would have just let me have clothes again?" Weiss questioned anxiously.
"Yes, but that wasn't all. You'd have gotten a bathroom all to yourself, freedom to cook your own food, a bed. Like I said, anything within reason. I think I've told you before we can't really get fresh-caught tuna out here."
Out of the cage? Her own bed? "What do you want!" Weiss yelped.
"Hmm? Oh, no, the offer isn't available any longer. I'll ask you again next week."
"What? Why? What's the point of waiting- I-"
"Now go back to your cage and wait there. If you aren't in there when I return to work on your room, the collar will start to shock you."
"What did you want!" Weiss raised her voice.
"Kitten." Blake turned back to the heiress with a stern tone. "We can go for three, but I don't advise you racking up too many punishments before you even know of what they consist."
"I-" Weiss's broken tone reflected all of her fear. "Just… what did you want?"
"It would have started small, a small video criticizing the SDC. Shame really, we'll get what we want one way or another, and it might have been nice not to have to dote on you all week."
"Dote on me all week?" Weiss questioned.
"Shh, don't worry. You just get some more rest. You looked like you were trying to sleep when I walked in. Go take a nap, and I'll come for you in a little while."
Weiss felt livid. Her fists clenched and she wanted to scream. What right did the faunus have to sush her! She had reasonable questions! She just wanted to know what the hell was going on! What they wanted her to do!
A deep breath and Weiss's wisdom won out. She simply nodded and returned to her cage rather than getting shocked again. By the time Weiss returned to her cage, she felt like the epitome of an idiot. She hated the SDC almost as much as Blake… ok, maybe not quite as much, but still… she did hate it! The whole point of everything she'd done in the past seven years had been with the express goal of rising to fix things! Ok… maybe it hadn't started like that. Maybe she only wanted to impress her father by being able to take over the company at first, but more and more ever since Beacon's fall, as things grew worse for not just the faunus, but all of Atlas, Weiss really had wanted to change things at the SDC. If she'd complied, she might have actually been able to change things, even from all the way out here. Plus… clothes, freedom to shower, cook, and whatever else might have come with reign of the house might have been really nice- hell, maybe it could have turned her time captive on Menagerie as just a tropical vacation!
Briefly, Weiss considered asking or begging Blake for another chance, but pride helped dissuade her from that. Plus… it sounded like the same deal would be offered again in a week? She could make it that long… right?
End of Chapter 10
