Hello all! Sorry it's taken me a while to update. School re-started this week and I've been busy with overdue projects and homework as well as catching up with friends. That and I've been kinda nervous to type this chapter up in case mum goes snooping in my documents. Oh well, it's a risk I'll have to take for my loyal fans.

Anyway, a bit of a funny story to kick things off. Yesterday was Friday for me and therefore the last day of the school week. Of course that detail is completely irrelevant to my story. Our bag racks get really really crowded at the beginning of lunch time and the only way to get in is to shove your way through or wait for the crowd to disperse (which can take upwards of 5 minutes). So anyway, I shoved through the crowd trying to get to my bag and I guess I bumped into one of those girls that think they're better than me (Me and my friends are the outcasts and we love it). She pushed me, pretty hard mind you, and said something that I didn't catch. When I stopped I looked around and I was practically right next to my bag, so I didn't mind that she'd pushed me. I got my stuff and was leaving the bag racks. I walked past her and she pushed me again. So I stopped turned around and said "By the way, when you pushed me I actually ended up next to my bag so, thanks." and then proceeded to walk next to my bestie who had waited outside the bag racks as she already had her things. As we were leaving the girl and her friends walked up behind us. The girl pushed me again, and in response, I swung around and kicked her in the shin, once. I then turned and started to walk off. The girl came after me and my friend and looked like she wanted to start a fight. She said "You kicked me!" and my friend spoke before I could "You pushed her!" Then some other things were said that I don't remember and the girl backed off. I think it partially has to do with the fact that my best friend, if you don't know her, is probably the most intimidating person in our grade. But, hey, it was my right to kick her, she started it. And she knew it, so she didn't tell any teachers. She knew that the teachers were more likely to believe me because I don't get violent unless someone is violent towards me or my friends first. I'm a bit of a goody-goody.

Um, yeah...enough of my rambling.

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Disclaimer:FMA ISNOT MINE! Wish it was, but it ain't! Also, Stargate isn't mine either.

Warnings: Sexual situations (non-consensual), Violence, graphic description of injuries

Please take the time to read this chapter thoroughly and carefully. While you're doing that, I going to run and hide.

ENJOY!

Chapter 11

Merciless

The next time she awakened the first thing she did was look towards the small window. Morning light streamed through it and lit the room well. It was still dim and a bit dark inside, but it was still the best lighting there'd been so far.

She attempted to use her wrists to pull herself onto her feet. It didn't work. She looked up at her arms. Her right one had no visible injuries but it was impossible to tell with the right half of her jacket covering her arm and shoulder up to her wrist. Her left arm was in much worse condition. There was a gaping hole in her forearm from where the knife had been. Some of the flesh hung in shreds from the wound where it had been torn. The small amount of clean skin that she could see was pale and contained no colour. Her hand was limp and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move the fingers or the hand. To her, it felt like a large, heavy piece of rubber. Her entire arm was a dead weight.

Most of her arm was soaked in her own blood. It had trickled and flooded from the wound and down her arm onto her shoulder. It had dried and frozen to her arm and felt horribly unpleasant. It seemed to add more weight to the already useless and completely numb arm.

The wound looked dreadful and horribly sickening. She put her feet under herself and stood once more. She looked closely at the hole. Through it she could see a small piece of bone. She could see the muscle tissue and the meat surrounding it. She gagged and almost threw up when she discovered that she could see all the way through her own arm through the hole that Barry had created. She counted herself lucky that the knife had completely missed the bone and only pierced the flesh. Ice crystals were visible inside and throughout the wound.

She shivered and looked around the room. She noticed for the first time that she was alone. She was the only living being in the room, for the time being anyway. She looked at the table. Every thing was still there. All of the knives were sitting on the table in neat rows. The black box sat in the middle of the table, closed and latched shut.

She sighed and her stomach growled hungrily. She was starving.

After 15 minutes, the door opened and Barry entered. He was wearing the typical clothes of a butcher. Short-sleeved shirt, long pants, solid closed shoes and a white apron.

Riza glared at him as he walked over and leaned against the table.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked.

"I would've slept better if I wasn't chained up, hanging from a meat hook in a meat freezer with a huge hole in my arm, a sliced open shoulder, a headache the size of the military wearing nothing but pants, boots, a t-shirt and half a jacket," she retorted smartly.

He grinned and moved to stand in front of Riza. He grasped her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.

"You're a feisty one, aren't ya?" he said. He moved his hand from her chin.

Riza gasped when he began to touch her breasts. He cupped them in his hands and kneaded the gently. He played with them through the fabric of her shirt. He began to move his hands down her sides, running them along her hips and stomach, following her delicate curves. He moved his hands around behind her and cupped her ass. He ran his hands over it, feeling its firmness and shape. Finally, he brought his hands around to the front and touched her inner thighs. He ran them up them until his hands and finger touched forbidden territory.

When she got over the initial shock of him touching her, she swiftly brought a knee up and kneed Barry in the groin.

"Ahh!" he cried out in pain and quickly backed away, cupping his crotch. He doubled over in pain and Riza smirked proudly.

A few minutes later, he recovered and got up and stormed over to her. He hit her across the face with a closed fist.

When he hit her, Riza accidentally bit her lip and tongue causing them to bleed. Blood seeped across her lips and onto her chin, mixing with spit.

Barry looked pleased at the blood coming from her mouth. He chuckled evilly. "Blood."

Riza spat the mixture of blood and spit from her mouth but it was quickly replaced by more. The blood stained her teeth slightly as it seeped between them.

"I wonder what you taste like," Barry said before moving quickly forward and capturing her lips in a brutal kiss.

'Brutal' was the only way to describe the kiss. She tried to pull away but he put a hand behind her head and held it in place. He reached his other arm behind her back and held her body to his, close enough that she couldn't hit him again. After a few seconds, he forced his tongue into her mouth. Her scream at this was muffled by his mouth. His tongue roamed all around her mouth, tasting her blood, licking it off of her tongue an lips.

Finally, he broke the kiss, released her and backed up. Riza gasped for breath, her eyes wide in shock, terror and revulsion. More blood seeped from the cuts on her tongue and swelling lower lip.

He took a few steps towards her and his footsteps echoed throughout the room. Riza looked up at him.

"Hmm," he said with Riza's blood all over his lips and on his chin "Nice and sweet. Not bad," he licked his lips to emphasise his point. He wiped the remaining blood off with his hand and stepped right in front of her again. He licked some of the blood off of his palm "Not bad at all."

He wiped the rest of the blood onto the left side of her face and down her neck. She closed her left eye as he did this so as not to get her own blood and spit, plus his spit, in her eye. She opened it again when he walked away.

She watched him as he lifted a knife off of the table, turned around and leaned against said table. He focused on the medium-sized kitchen knife in his hand and fingered it.

"Y'know, something I've just realised," he spoke, never once looking away from the knife "I haven't done a single thing to your right side, or your legs for that matter." He walked across to her and stood behind her and to her right "I know for a fact that this is the leg you hit me with," he patted her right leg "So I think I'll do this" he lowered the knife to the front of her leg just above the knee and slowly began to push it into the flesh "to get my revenge for that."

After he initially pierced through the skin, he slowed down even more. It was torturous. The pain was blinding. She gritted her teeth and scrunched up her eyes in agony. This was madness. Why couldn't he just push the damn thing through? It would hurt less.

Warm blood spilled out as he slowly, agonizingly pushed the blade through her leg. It soaked through her pants and spilled down her leg. She thought that this must be what it felt like to have a bullet shot very slowly through a leg. She would rather shoot herself in the knee than have to endure this. It would hurt less and be over much quicker.

Finally, the tip of the knife hit the bone. She screamed so loudly and shrilly that she thought the entire of Amestris must have heard. It felt like white hot needles were being pushed into her leg. He scraped the tip on the knife across the bone slowly, causing the white hot needles to be replaced by white hot pokers and making her scream even more. He changed the angle of the blade so that he could go around the bone and the pain intensified 100-fold and caused spots of light and darkness to dance across her vision.

She started to go limp and he gave her mercy and pushed the knife the rest of the way through quickly. At this her head snapped up and she screamed again. Her head fell again and she panted heavily. As she slumped, she realised that one of Barry's arms was wrapped firmly around her waist preventing her from falling prematurely.

He released his hold on her and walked away, leaving the knife planted in her leg. The handle was sticking out of the front of her leg and some of the blade was sticking out the back. Both ends dripped blood. Her pant leg was quickly turning a reddy-purple and her right boot was gaining a red sheen.

"I hope that'll teach you a lesson," he said. He then exited the room once more, leaving her hanging by her wrists and quickly becoming soaked in her own blood.

Riza hung there limply and unfortunately conscious. She had not had the good fortune to pass out this time and nor would she. She was forced to hang there and stare down at the knife embedded in her leg. The blood he'd smeared on her face was already dry and the new wound on her leg would freeze soon and stop bleeding. She had no doubt that her leg would be numb in a few hours.

As she hung there gasping for breath, she prayed that she would be rescued soon. Until then, she just had to hang there, mercilessly conscious.

Angry mob sporting pitch forks, torches and many other things meant to cause pain bursts into E.T.'s house. It is empty save for her pets. Angry mob notices that computer is on. They walk over to it. Microsoft word is open and a small note has been written. Angry mob reads

The note reads:

While you were busy reading, I was busy escaping. I am currently on a tropical paradise planet far, far away by means of the Stargate which I briefly comandeered from the nice people of the SGC. Anyway, I'll still be able to update as I have a computer with me. I will only return to earth for school and after the angry mob, which I'm sure is reading this, cools down.

Also, please not that if you hurt me too bad, I won't be able to update.

Yours scaredly,

E.T.

Angry mob grumbles in disappointment and sits down to wait for a school day. Unfortunately for them, E.T.'s mother comes out from the back room and scares them all away.