Based on the responses I got, what I'm gonna do is upload both chapters now, and then see how people feel about them, so, enjoy a 12k word dump ^.^
Chapter 18
Her first warning that something was up was innocuous.
The guard who was patrolling outside usually followed a fairly set pattern, and yet, she didn't see him pass by. Rosa didn't exactly think much of it, for all she knew he was taking a break against the fence or something, but it did niggle at her mind just a little. Her next 'warning', if you could call it that, was the kitchen window exploding inwards, the shattered glass framing the figure that leapt through.
Without needing to be told, Vesna moved to protect her by dealing with the threat, swinging an arm in a punch that would have possibly knocked the attackers head off. It didn't, because said attacker blurred away from that position before they could be hit, and re-appeared behind Rosa, with a kunai, one she noted idly wasn't made by her, poised to slit her throat. "Tell your pet attack dog to stop or I open your neck."
Vesna had already stopped in place, understanding he couldn't stop her from getting her throat cut, but just to appease whoever was behind her, she sighed. "Vesna, stay there." She didn't say anything about not trying to light her assailant on fire by force of glare, but she doubted they cared. "Let me guess, Ichiro has skipped negotiations entirely and gone to threatening my life to get what he wants?"
From the window behind Vesna came another person who approached him and pressed a piece of paper against him, causing him to drop as if he were a puppet with his strings cut. "No, our employer desires to speak with you in private in hopes of 'changing your mind'." That was all she got before she felt something press against her back, and her body similarly lost complete control and flopped bonelessly.
And all she could think at that moment was how annoying it'd be to replace her window.
When she came to, her arms were bound together and she was facedown on a metal table.
Sitting up, she took note of her plain, featureless surroundings, and the solid chair that was bolted to the floor, a chair on the other side of the table similarly bolted down. Twisting her arms a little, she decided that the wires binding them together were too tough to be snapped, even by her E-2 Strength. Aside from a little seam she could see in one corner of the room that was presumably the door, with no handle on the inside, there was nothing she could see that would help her. Not that she had any intention of trying to force her way out, she still recalled how quickly that shinobi had moved to put a blade against her throat.
As for what she was wearing, barely anything would be the answer, just the skimpiest underwear she'd ever worn in her life. Thinking of that made her recall her first day in her new world, and the underwear she'd been gifted by Chhinnamasta. She thought for a second about performing a self-sacrifice to that god, but...would it truly help? Right now, not really, no. She had no idea how many people were outside her room, nor their abilities, so even if she did perform a sacrifice and got enough ritual points for more power, she wouldn't really be able to increase her own abilities by much.
And so, Rosa contented herself with sitting still and plotting as much as she could. Ichiro was obviously behind the kidnapping, and probably intended to use Vesna and herself as leverage for her to give up her secrets. Even if she did though, he would just kill her, after she gave him what he wanted, why would he let her go? But that was an utterly moot point, she couldn't give up the 'secret' no matter how hard he tried to get it from her, it was tied to her menu.
But just telling him that it was an innate ability, a 'Kekkei Genkai' if what Kentaro had mentioned was accurate, would probably not help her much. It could perhaps buy her time, since if she could produce high-quality iron, he would keep her imprisoned and producing metal for him, giving her a chance to try and build herself up a way to escape. There was also the chance he'd decide keeping her was too risky and he would just kill her, at which point she had one escape, which was her ritual pocket. There were no time limits in there as far as she was aware, so she could, if she absolutely had to, disappear into the pocket and wait for as long as possible before exiting.
The problem was that it put her back out where she came in, and she didn't have any food or water in her inventory, so she wouldn't be able to wait for long without weakening herself. The ritual pocket was really her last resort option, because once used, she was effectively hail-marying it in the hopes she would escape. On the topic of escaping, she contemplated Vesna. She couldn't feel him, but that was presumably because they weren't being kept near each other. It had a maximum range that she hadn't yet tested, but it was pretty short, so he could be only a few rooms down, but that seemed unlikely.
Hearing an odd sound, Rosa put her thoughts aside as the door to the room opened and a man she didn't recognize entered. "No Ichiro?" She asked with a tinge of amusement and mockery. Probably a bad idea, but, well, she was pissed and the man hadn't even shown his ugly mug to talk to her himself. That probably was turned into a definitely as a hand suddenly grasped her head from behind and slammed her face against the desk, all the while the man calmly sat down in the opposing chair and placed his hands together on the desk.
"Our employer wants what you have. You give it to us, you gain your freedom. You withhold it from us, we make you hurt, badly. You insult our employer, we make you wish death were an option. You try to escape, your limbs will be taken from you." Every word he spoke...honestly scared Rosa. It wasn't the content so much as the way he delivered them, barely even acknowledging her existence. To him, she barely existed, she was just a thing, a bottle-cap or a piece of lint, barely even registering in his notice as something that existed.
Biting back some very hostile words, Rosa rolled her jaw, tasting copper. "You got a truth detector or something? Because I can tell you honestly, scout's honor, that I can't give your boss what I have, it's mine and mine alone, nobody else can do what I do." The man didn't make any motion or any gesture, but the burning line of pure pain that lashed across her exposed shoulder and made her scream definitely told her what he thought of her words.
"You have chosen to withhold what you have from our employer. Your life is not forfeit, but you will wish it were." Speaking his piece, the man got up from his chair and exited. From behind, a finger started to press through the newly-made cut on her shoulder, forcing tears from her eyes as she bit back the urge to scream again. That urge overpowered her as the finger jabbed downwards into her wound harshly, tearing into her flesh as other fingers joined it, ripping the wound open.
Shaking uncontrollably, Rosa didn't think about any consequences, she didn't care about waiting and 'enduring' or any shit like that, she grasped ahold her the ritual pocket and threw herself into it, her body shuddering in agony from what just a few moments attention had caused. She never said she was tough, she never believed it either, she knew she wasn't strong, and when faced with real torture, she couldn't handle it, she just couldn't.
Rosa had already told them the facts, laid it out to them straight, and they didn't believe her. She had no leverage to make the pain stop, they would keep hurting her until she died, because there was no other outcome. She could lie, but that wouldn't do anything to help her situation, it would just make it worse. Curling herself up into a ball, Rosa cried loudly, burying her face against her knees. She didn't feel angry or remorseful or hate, she just felt hopeless. When the hunger and thirst got too bad to endure, she would either die, or go back into her own personal hell.
And that was what it was, hell. She understood what eternal damnation was, it was being trapped, unable to stop what was happening. Shuddering, Rosa raised her left hand up and towards her right shoulder, crying more loudly as he hand found the gaping, mutilated wound on her arm. It hurt, so badly, it felt like she was still being cut, over and over again, a million blade-strokes every second that just wouldn't stop.
Forcing herself to think, Rosa came up blank when she tried to think of a way to deal with her most immediate problem. She had emptied her inventory of junk, all that remained was her notepad and a few pens, and that clear-out included anything she could use for medical supplies. Then, it hit her, she could buy gauze and antiseptic for 125 points from the shop, she'd used that to help Kentaro previously, and that would help her now.
She opened the shop using her left hand and bought the two items, wincing as she grasped the cap of the antiseptic with her right hand and twisted it off. She let out a scream as she poured antiseptic over her injury, the liquid like molten fire across the wound. She almost dropped the bottle twice trying to pour the liquid over the awkward location, but eventually, she felt confident enough to put down the bottle and try to wrap the wound in gauze.
After several failed attempts, Rosa used the wall to her advantage, pinning the gauze in place so she could wrap a bandage around it, over and over again until she tied off the bandage, confident the gauze would be held there. Once that was done, Rosa...felt blank. She'd managed to distract herself, but...what was the point? She had 95 points left, she could barely last any time in the ritual pocket with so few points, and even if she rationed her food and water intake out as far as she possibly could, the end of the road meant death or returning to hell.
Sniffling, Rosa slid down the wall and pulled her knees up to her chin, wrapping her arms around them with a wince of pain, and stared at the opposing wall blankly. There was...nothing, no great plan, no scheme she could cook up to escape, she would die in the ritual pocket or be tortured until she begged for a death that wouldn't come outside. 95 points...was enough to buy a weapon. Not to fight her way out, she wasn't that stupid, but...she could go out on her own terms. That was a better fate than starvation or torture at least.
But...it felt too far, too much out of her grasp. Suicide was...an impossible future, she couldn't picture herself doing it, but as she thought of it more, she knew, consciously, even as her brain revolted against the idea, that it was the best future for her. Between a slow death, torture for an endless length of time, or a quick death by her own hand, it was...for the best. Still, she tried to imagine doing it, and she just couldn't. This was her second life, it was meant to be an adventure, growing powerful and enjoying herself, and yet here she was, trapped with an impossible decision.
Pressing her head down against her knees, Rosa wept silently.
After crying herself to sleep, Rosa woke up again later on.
As for how much later it was, she wasn't sure, but she could already feel thirst and hunger building in her abdomen. But, as she sat up, she realized there was a fourth option. Previously, Eshmun, the God of Healing, had heard her need and directly granted her a boon. There was a chance, however slight, that she could gain a boon from Chhinnamasta that would help her escape. But, the more she thought about it, the more she understood that it was a fool's hope. She had nothing she could sacrifice that would be valuable enough to Chhinnamasta to give her a boon strong enough to escape. Standing and looking at the smudged ritual circle, ruined by tears and blood and her own careless movements, she briefly contemplated fixing it.
But, there was just no point, she would never be able to get enough power, however temporary, to escape what awaited her outside. "And that is where you are wrong, daughter." Blinking, Rosa comprehended the voice in her head for just a moment before a wave of pain washed over her, a presence beyond human comprehension turning attention towards her directly, not filtered by a ritual circle or any protection.
Beneath that though, she could feel...arousal, strangely enough. It felt like a burning heat within her most intimate place that she would never be able to extinguish, forcing her to close her legs to help bite back against the sensation. "You always have more choices, though I would leave such talk to my brother. Your choices are flawed, you simply must open your mind to further...possibilities." Now even more confused, Rosa still nodded, accepting their words even as she had no air in her lungs to respond. Something in her brain told her that was a bad thing, but she ignored it.
"If you would desire it, I could grant a boon upon thee, daughter of mine. All I ask in return is a fair exchange for what I offer." Nodding dumbly, Rosa watched as...'something' emerged from nothingness. Trying to define what she saw with words was impossible, it was beauty and decay and glory and defeat in a visual form, the impossibility of what she saw was such that she could not bear to look away even as her eyes burned with pain at witnessing something that she was never meant to see. The form, humanoid in the most base term, reached for her, a hand made of impossible things caressing her cheek like a mother's love and a rapist's lust at the same time, a paradox made manifest.
The hand slid down her face and her neck, brushing over her wounded shoulder and taking away the pain. "You will be powerful, daughter of mine. For a time. But with that power comes a cost. It is a cost that you will bear, willingly or not. Such is the fate of all who accept me. But your cost shall-CANNOT-" The figure touching her screamed suddenly, contracting inwardly and radiating power, a power that dropped her to her knees in tears as it racked her body in pain and burning desire. After a moment the power receded and the figure recovered, extending a hand out to place delicately atop her head, raising her up and caressing her cheek gently. "You have a great boon within your soul, daughter of mine. And, if you accept my offer, in return for a fair cost, I shall grant you temporary power to save yourself."
Nodding slowly, Rosa felt the satisfaction in the being before her, tempered with...fear, a fear she couldn't understand, not as addled as she was. "In return for this power, I desire a male human to be sacrificed to me once every seven days." A little uncomfortable, Rosa felt that was reasonable, and in return, she felt another baffling wave of lust and desire wash through her very existence. "But the sacrifice shall be a male lost in the explosion of lust, and you shall bring them to it. How you do this matters not, but how the final event happens must occur within your most sacred place." Before Rosa could speak, she felt...or saw...or both happened at once.
What she witnessed was herself, bare as the day she was born, straddling a similarly nude male and sliding up and down his shaft. Despite simply playing witness to what was happening, Rosa could feel it, every motion, every twitch, and it sent her back to her knees as she felt the acts that the pair she was seeing performed in the most intimate way possible. His eyes rolled upwards and his face contorted as he came, and as he did so, she withdrew a dagger from a tattoo on her wrist and plunged it into his heart, grinding her hips against him as she placed her lips against the end of the dagger. After about ten seconds, he was dead. After a few more moments, his body disintegrated into dust beneath and within her and that dust itself vaporized into nothingness, leaving her sitting atop an empty bed with a white liquid dripping from between her legs. "Th-" Rosa tried to speak, to deny being able to do something like that for the rest of her life, but a finger across her lips stopped her.
"Daughter of mine, do not fear. I do not desire this forever, I desire a hundred males to be sacrificed in this way. A little less than two years of your time, once a week, you will perform this act with a male. And in return, I will give you the ability to escape your current situation, and I will make the process more bearable for you." Confused, Rosa felt and saw once again, a replay of what she had experienced previously, but the focus now was on the dagger. As it was plunged into the heart of the sacrifice and Rosa placed her lips atop it, she could feel a power, an inexplicable force, flowing from the dagger and into herself, though the sensation disappeared as the forced hallucination ended. "I only require the soul of the male, eternally in euphoria. His life-essence, the power that would sustain him until death, that is yours. After a hundred males, if you wish to sacrifice more males to me, I would negotiate with you an extra boon."
Rosa understood then what the as-of-yet unnamed deity was saying. By sacrificing men to her, she would steal their life-force. That...would mean extending her life, potentially indefinitely. If a 20-year-old male had a life-force that would sustain him until 80 and she stole it from him, she would live another 60 years. That was...terrifying, and at the same time, it enticed her in a way she despised and adored in equal measure, though she knew it was likely the radiant aura of the thing before her causing those thoughts. Frowning, Rosa looked down at herself, placing a hand against her abdomen and looking up at the deity in hesitance.
"The dagger would also drain the life force of that which would be inside of you, you can be assured of that. I would not wish to force that upon you, daughter of mine." The deity reached out a paradoxical hand and brushed her hair back behind her ear, and Rosa leaned into the touch slowly, feeling more and more like a child, though to be fair, she was sat before an actual, literal deity, or at least an avatar of said deity. It coaxed her into standing, gently petting her as it did so. "If you wish for what I have offered, take my hand, daughter of Slaanesh." Lifting her hand, Rosa hesitated for just the briefest moment, then gently took ahold of the hand offered to her.
As she held that hand, she felt as though she were connected to something ravenous and...painfully, horrifically lustful. It made sense, the deity wanted her to have sex with a hundred men and kill them when they came inside of her, but it still surprised her. The connection let just the barest fraction of that lust flow into her, her knees weakening as that foreign, overwhelming power flowed into her body, only as little at first but building up to an overwhelming power.
As it did, she felt...power, pure and unadulterated strength. It was almost the same as when she first did an upgrade back with Kentaro, but magnified so many times it wasn't funny. However, that power was drowned beneath the lust being forced into her, utterly embarrassed as her body responded to the overwhelming, lust-drenched power by succumbing to it entirely and orgasming violently, the pleasure so sharp it cut her like a knife, but the grip the avatar held on her somehow kept her from falling down even as her legs felt like twigs and she squirted without end or control, her mouth open in a silent exclamation of euphoria.
It felt like hours passed before finally, the power receded and the avatar released her hand, in response to which Rosa slumped down to the ground, resting in a shallow puddle of her own making, twitching occasionally as her body recovered from what had happened. She knew that the deity wouldn't judge her, a mortal, for not being able to control herself, but it was still embarrassing to have literally cummed her brains out. Mercifully, the undeniable arousal that had burned her from the inside out when connected to the deity hadn't remained, but the sheer, unadulterated power that she felt did remain, and with that power there was still a heavy undertone of lust and desire held within, making her desire nothing more than to seek pleasure. Her legs, which previously felt as though they'd never move again, now felt strong and powerful, allowing her to stand up again easily.
Idly, she noted that her clothing had vanished. Not just her panties but her bra were nowhere to be seen. And that was all the time she had for thought as the avatar stepped towards her, pressing her against the wall before...pressing into her. Not in a sexual way, barring their lips joining in a facsimile of a kiss, the avatar literally pressed itself against her flesh and pressed into her directly. And...it didn't hurt, not in an actual painful way, it felt like someone was pressing against every part of her entire with an equal amount of pressure, until eventually, the avatar was gone entirely, leaving her alone in her ritual pocket, which smelled of nothing but her own arousal.
Blushing again despite being alone, Rosa hugged herself and looked around for a moment, embarrassed by herself. The ritual circle was utterly ruined, her arousal from being connected to what she could only assume was a god dedicated entirely to lust and sex had made her into a squirting fountain, and the entire floor was submerged in a thin layer of her own release. She understood that it was totally reasonable, but it was still embarrassing to see the results of her decision to accept the offer, and the buzz of arousal still remained, a whisper in her ear begging her to pleasure herself.
Sighing and exercising what little self-control she had, Rosa pushed down her lust and instead contemplated leaving the ritual pocket when she noticed the same tattoo that she'd seen on her...future self? Her example self? Whatever, the tattoo she'd seen was now on her wrist. Focusing on it, she was surprised when her hand unconsciously clenched, and within it, the same ritual dagger appeared. The dagger itself was well-made, she'd already seen that, but she failed to note the fact that the handle and the bottom of the dagger were undeniably shaped like a phallus. Without meaning to, she laughed out loud as she realized she was going to be 'fellating' the life-force out of a man, and she knew there was no way that wasn't deliberate, even as she flexed her hand and the dagger disappeared back into the tattoo.
But, with that done, Rosa took a deep, satisfied breath. From literally the lowest lows to an induced orgasm that lasted...a very long time and left her buzzed and wanting more, she could safely say that her day was the most abnormal one she'd ever experienced. Whether she was being conditioned by that god as some kind of sex puppet or something, Rosa didn't know, nor did she care. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, and now, she wanted to get her vengeance on Ichiro.
Psyching herself up in preparation for whatever was waiting for her outside, and resolutely ignoring the fact she was naked and her lower body was moist and covered in her own squirt, Rosa exited her ritual pocket. Immediately she could see a black-clad figure standing in the corner, and before they could move even a little, she darted over to them with insane speed and smashed her fist into their head, sending them to the floor.
Looking down upon them for a second, Rosa began to strip them of their clothes, leaving a naked man on the floor, the sight of whom lit a fire within her that she extinguished mercilessly, resolutely not looking down his body out of fear of losing what little control she had over herself currently. She'd checked his pulse and noted with almost casual negligence that he was dead, before sending his corpse into her ritual pocket and getting dressed into his clothes. They were a bit too big for her, but she tied them into themselves and managed to hem them enough that they fit her enough for her to be comfortable.
With that done, she moved to the corner he had been standing in, and began to wait. Through the pain of earlier, she knew that the door had to be opened from outside, and so she waited patiently, ignoring any stray thoughts her brain tried to send her about doing something more active. She was...fucking livid, she wanted to smash her way through the entire base, but she didn't know quite how powerful she was or if someone with skill, experience or just more power could take her down. So instead, she would wait for the door to be opened, then she would attack whoever came and begin making her escape.
And of course, pick up Vesna on the way if she could.
I can already tell I've put people off of my entire story with this chapter.
But frankly, I find myself not caring much. I'm a very sexual person, and so when I have an opportunity to make things sexual in this way, I'm going to take it. My crude, primitive, bimbotron-9000 in my head demands it. Plus, even in the earlier chapters of this story, I wrote down in my haphazard notes an idea for Rosa to use sexual release as a way to heighten the value of a sacrifice. Rosa was always going to be turned towards sex, one way or the other, but this way is in fitting with a god all but demanding it of her. Plus, it's Slaanesh, and honestly, she got off lightly on the offered deal, since she was considering suicide before she was offered an escape.
Sorry if this makes anyone quit reading, I get it, I honestly do. But, just as honestly, I just don't care at the same time, I'm too weak to my desires, when I want to make things about sex, I just do. When I write fanfiction, I try to keep it to what I think people would like, but when I want something like this, I just go for it.
C'est La Vie and all that.