Disclaimer: I'd be rich, powerful, and incredibly lucky if I owned Fullmetal Alchemist. I am none of these things so don't sue me.
Author's Note: Sorry this took so long, I was in Cinderella the musical (gag) and have been studying for my AP test and co-writing a play among other things. I promise to work hard and crank these out faster.
Riza felt like she had been plunged into an icy ocean. Her senses dulled considerably at the shock. She felt like she was at the bottom of a swimming pool, staring up at the unnatural waves of light, but too lost to reach them. She felt disoriented and vaguely surreal. Roy and his cohorts had long ago attributed the mysterious death of Maes to Isbalan rebels. No one had suspected that it was due to a homunculus. Riza felt disconnected somehow. Here she was in the arms of the murderer of her best friend. She was practically naked, emotionally rattled (to say the least), and at the mercy of a creature without a soul.
She was crippled (the sharp pain in her left leg was a testament to that), and Riza had no idea whether or not she was worth enough to the military to be rescued. After all, that had sent out extensive search parties looking for Edward Elric after he was reported missing. They all came back empty-handed. The military seems to have given up hope of finding him alive after eight months. "How long have I been missing? Maybe 12 hours or so. That means Roy has a limited amount of time to meet the ransom." Riza was certain that her mind was deftly avoiding the conflict at hand. Maybe a mechanism of self-preservation?
She was snapped back to reality when the fake Hughes slapped her across the face. He could tell that she was trying to escape the present. Violence was his way of forcing her ties to reality. The cold hand of Hughes' slid skillfully over her heart. She doubted she could have felt more terrified. The beat of her heart throbbed in her ears. "I shot him right here. The bullet pierced through his heart and that was the end. The end of Maes Hughes." Riza tried to steady her heartbeat. She tried to no avail to regain command over her body and mind. "You're very frightened Riza. I can feel your heart racing up against my hand. You know that in an instant I can pull it out of your chest. It wouldn't require effort. But I think your reactions, unwilling as they are, are alluring." Riza maintained silence; she was scared to even breathe outloud.
The imposter removed his hand from her heart and replaced it with his mouth. She could feel Maes's scraggly beard brushing against her chest. Without realizing it, Riza had begun to tear up. These drops fell silently and landed on the pretender's cheek. He stopped his kissing of her delicate skin to give her a smirk. "Riza, I do believe you have lost. You've lost your will and you've lost your way. You have fallen and I have won. It's fair to say that to the victor goes the spoils." Riza knew that it would come to this eventually. "Please," she whispered. It was a quiet appeal, much like rain falling onto a patch of meadow. That one word contained untapped purity and Envy reveled in it. He smiled down at her with reverence. She was like a clear piece of glass. When light hit her, she threw it back in all directions, but in the dark she had lost her reflective sparkle. She was uncommon for a mortal. Envy realized how he longed to experience her. He never had humans in that way, although it was physically possible for him to do so. Throwing the instructions of Dante aside, he decided that he would undertake the sensual experience.
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When he was done, he climbed off Riza and sat at the foot of the bed to observe his handiwork. Riza's body was shaking, ever so slightly. Even though she was completely naked, he did not attribute this to the cold. Her shoulders, legs, and abdomen were covered with a cold sweat. She had gone completely pale. The bags under her eyes had darkened considerably. She looked jagged and uneven. She was no longer bound to the bed by any means, but she made no move to get up. Her left leg was at an odd angle. Envy figured that his ministrations on her body had injured the leg further. "Well, I guess that explains the screaming," Envy thought bitterly. He was slightly disappointed that her pain-filled screams were not because of him, but he figured that couldn't be helped. He was filled with disgust from her physical weakness. But then he noticed that both her arms were at her sides, and he could see the violent movements of her hands. This is what had attracted him to her in the first place. The pure strength that yielded to vulnerability was disarming. Looking at her from this perspective at the foot of the bed, he was entranced. Naked, there was an undeniable grace in the line from her cheek to her shoulder. It was a smooth and elegant curve. The line from her breasts down to her abdomen, Envy noticed, was also pleasing to the eye. Her right leg curved effortlessly as well. Visibly something looked off about the left leg. He became conscious of the fact that he hadn't prepared for Roy's arrival at the telephone booth and somehow instinctively knew that Roy would not rest until she was out of harm's way.
He finally switched his form from Roy and Riza's best friend to Roy Mustang himself. He was fully clothed after the transformation in the traditional military uniform. He crawled closer to Riza on the bed. She flinched. He laid himself on top of her and gave her an admiring kiss, full of appreciation and deceit. She didn't struggle or fight the kiss. But Envy could feel the quiver of her lips underneath his. He understood. He got up off the bed and sauntered toward the door. "I don't think I need to tell you what will happen if you're not in this room when I get back. You're just a hostage. I can easily find another one. Oh, and watch him for me. Make sure he doesn't do anything he'll regret." Envy disappeared from the doorway for about thirty seconds and came back holding someone or something by the throat. He threw this creature into the room and slammed the door shut. The creature whimpered as it laid face down on the stone floor. Slowly, it moved its head upward to look at Riza. Even through all the grime and dirt that was coating his body, Riza recognized the miserable wretch. Riza posed a question, almost too soft to be heard, "Edward?"