Hello again. Got mixed reviews on the last chapter, but I wasn't surprised. Some of this stuff is hard to tone down, and yes, I did tone down what I wanted to put from my slightly sadist mind.
Anyway, I split the last chapter and this one, because it would have been too long and I don't want chapters going over 5,000 words. Doesn't mean it won't happen, I'd just prefer to avoid it.
Also this chapter is a little later than I wanted it. First, it wasn't complete. Second, and most importantly, it was Memorial Day, and I realized this chapter isn't suitable for that day. However I did post a one-shot Memorial Day RWBY story called Bring Me to the Place You Rest. Please read it, but be warned of the feels.
Okay, this chapter gets more into Ruby's torture, so that should be a warning for you squeamish people out there.
This story is rated 'M' for a reason.
Other than that, please don't hate me too much.
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY
Edit: 11/26/17. Small changes and touch up.
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Whack! Pain.
Whack! Pain.
Whack! Pain.
Punch! Pain.
Kick! Pain.
Whack! Pain.
That was the constant rhythm coming from cell 1138, besides the cries of pain that came after each sound, the constant moans, and the occasional cackle of a taunt. One person was causing the sudden sounds, grinning madly, her eyes red with delight and her yellow hair swinging around glowing slightly as she went about her artwork of torture, painting her selected canvas of skin.
The other was chained to the ceiling and the floor, arms and legs stretched beyond what one would find comfortable. Her back, chest, legs, and face were all red and bleeding slightly from the near hour worth of torture. Her cries of pain and tears were only music to the blonde Grimm and encouraged her to continue.
Ruby had lost all concept of time and her world had shrunk down to constant intense throbbing pain. Never in all her fifteen years of life had she felt such pain. Not from fighting Grimm in the wild. Not from combat practice against other students. Only the emotional pain of losing her mother could compare to what this was like right now, and that was only a dull, muted pain.
But the blonde torturer was digging that particular pain out to add onto her current agony.
"You know, I always hated you. You were just the reminder of how dad couldn't stay faithful to mom." Yang gave a punch into Ruby's gut, which caused Ruby to weakly cough, some blood coming out of her mouth from some internal injury that happened a while ago. Or recently. It had all blurred together.
"Every day I would see you get better treatment, because you were being conditioned. And of course you would. The daughter of a Hunter and Huntress would obviously be strong. But I was strong too!" Yang picked up the whip again and brought it down across Ruby's breast, eliciting a wet scream from the 16 year old.
"I have no idea why they chose you over me. Maybe because they were a little late getting to me?" She brought the whip down on Ruby's leg. Another scream. "Because I wasn't young enough?" The other leg this time suffered the whip. "Or maybe because your mother was Summer Rose, the Valedictorian of her year?" She spun Ruby around and slapped the whip across her back and her butt with two swift strikes.
Ruby had been reduced to a sobbing, hurting mess of a human body. Pain was the only thing that could be measured. How much or less of it there was. Her not-sister Yang was standing there like some demon taskmaster from the old legends of Remnant; whip in hand, red eyes, burning hair and a grin that would make anybody run away in fear. Vaguely, she could understand and comprehend what was being said to her, but she was in no condition to reply.
"Frankly I don't give two shits about the reason, just that it happened. And now… now it's coming back to bite you in the ass. You may not be Rose, but you are paying for her sins. And I'm collecting." Yang brought her fist back and then punched Ruby in the gut once more, causing bloody vomit to come out of the girl's mouth, followed by considerably reduced-in-volume sobs.
"Oh, are you getting tired? That'll be a shame if you're already broken, I was hoping we'd have some more fun before that'd happen, but eh." Yang shrugged. "Just means that I have a little more leeway in what I do to you." Yang went over to the metal trolley and opened up a locked drawer, taking out a vile of red Dust grain. She poured it out onto a blank area, then got a metal rod and rolled it in the Dust. Once the rod had a good layer of the Dust on it, she put a finger on it and pushed some Aura into it. The Dust activated and the metal rod started glowing red hot as the Dust infused with the metal. Yang's grin grew even wider as she wielded the hot poker.
She came closer to Ruby and Ruby could see what Yang was planning. Her eyes widened and she weakly struggled in her bonds to get away from her. No no no no! You can't. "Please." Ruby whispered, but Yang heard her and was positively gleeful at the spark of resistance that showed up again.
"Oh, so you do have some life in you after all. Let's see how loud I can make you scream."
Ruby could almost smell the hot metal rod as it came closer and closer to her stomach. She winced as she could feel the heat grazing her skin, as it started getting more and more painful. There was a new sickening smell that smelled like something was burning…
A sudden unlocking sound caused the heat to move away, and Ruby gave a moment of reprieve. Her breath of relief came out more like a wheeze with some sort of rattle inside her chest. That's not good. That was Ruby's first thought that wasn't pain induced or pleading for the past hour.
Yang turned and Ruby looked up to see Blake enter the room. "All right firecracker, time's up, let others have a turn." The brief hope that Ruby had when the cat Faunus entered vanished at those words.
"Ugh, do I have to?" Yang whined.
"Yes, now, out." Blake thumbed behind her out the door.
Yang groaned again and slammed the poker on the table. "At least use that at some point," she said.
"No promises. Remember that isn't my specialty." Blake said with a grin. "Now pick this stuff up. I like a clean environment."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You and your concoctions." Yang gathered up Ruby's clothes and took them out with her. "Have fun!"~ Yang sung as she walked out and the door. It closed behind her with a clang.
Blake looked back at the door for a moment before looking over to Ruby. "I'm sorry about her. She gets a little too enthusiastic about all this." She moved over to the table and pulled out some White Dust grain this time, then went over to Ruby. "This may sting a bit, but it'll feel better in a little bit." She sprinkled some of the grain on her hand and put it over one of the worst places where the whip struck, which had left bloody trails across Ruby's once-pale skin.
Ruby was confused. Why is she healing me? She hissed as Blake used a bit of Aura to activate the Dust. The White Dust sunk into Ruby's skin and started healing the cuts and bruises where Blake's hand was. It did sting and hurt almost as much as the whip, but it left behind healed, if a bit tender, skin. More importantly though, it brought and end to the pain.
Blake continued her healing, getting the most injured areas of Ruby. Ruby had to fight down a blush as Blake rubbed her butt and breasts to heal them, although she had to wonder if the lingering touches were connected with the healing…
After a while Blake got most of her body, leaving behind healed but sore skin and muscle. She wiped her hands to get rid of excess Dust, then she got a glass from the trolley and went over to a tap, filling the glass with some water. "Would you like a drink? You must be thirsty." She said.
Ruby tried to speak, but couldn't, so she nodded as best she could. Blake came over and lifted the glass up to her lips, then poured it into her mouth. A little bit dribbled out of her mouth, but the cool water was a blessing as it went down her throat and soothed the rawness from screaming. It was a little sweet, but it was the best thing she could taste right then. After a few sips of water Ruby coughed and could clear her throat. "Why?" She weakly asked. Why did you give me the water?
"Why?" Blake echoed. "Because it's the correct thing to do," she said as she gave Ruby another sip of water, then set the water down and pulled up the chair that wasn't bolted to the floor. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore, confused, tired, scared." Ruby answered. Wait, that wasn't exactly what I wanted to say, Ruby thought. Ugh, by brain feels fuzzy. Maybe Yang hit me one too many times.
"Who are you?" Blake asked.
"Ruby Rose." Huh?
"Who are you really?"
"Ruby Rose."
"What's your Semblance?"
"Speed." Why is my mouth moving without me wanting it to?
"Who are you working for?" Blake questioned.
"No one."
"Are you a bounty hunter?"
"No." What sort of question is that? Why am I even answering these questions?
"What is your job then?" Blake continued.
"I'm a huntress." At least that one I can answer.
Blake blinked slowly, and there was a pause before she asked another question. "Who are you?"
"Ruby Rose." You've already asked that… wait… We're doing this again? She thought with a groan.
"Do you support the White Fang?"
"No." That's a fact.
"Do you support the Ember Rebels then?"
"I do not know who they are or what that is." Another fact, but not how I would have worded it. All right, Ruby realized, Blake drugged me with sort of truth serum.
"How did you get into Beacon?"
Ruby was now fighting against whatever Blake gave her since she knew what it was, but wasn't having any major effect. "I stopped Roman Torchwick from robbing a Dust store. Professor Ozpin invited me to join and I skipped two years of Signal Academy."
Blake narrowed her eyes at Ruby. "Who gave you this information?"
"Nobody. I did all those things myself." At least now I can modify what I'm going to say now. Ruby's brain started clearing up and she tried asking a question. "W-why?" She was fighting her body at that point.
Blake looked up again. "Because you are not Ruby Rose. You are an impostor, a fake, and I intend to find out who sent you and how you got here." She got up and went over to the table and got out a needle with a syringe attached. Now her smile was more like Yang's was before. "Now, we could have done this the easy way, with you answering truthfully, but you must've taken something to neutralize the serum's effectiveness. Now we do it the fun way."
Blake came over and almost caringly brushed Ruby's hair out of the way of her neck. She stuck the needle in and emptied whatever was in it into Ruby, then backed away. "This should make you wish you had answered truthfully."
Ruby flinched when Blake stuck the needle in, but felt nothing after anticipating a reaction of some sort. Then she shook her head when she felt her brain do a backflip, but that was the only weird thing. She looked up at Blake with a questioning look. "Was that supposed to do anything?"
Blake's grin grew wider, "Oh yes, it already has."
Ruby looked on and saw Blake's grin grow wider and wider, until it was at an unnatural width, then her face split horizontally, skin and muscle tearing to show the bones that made her jaw. Her teeth turned razor sharp and lengthened, cutting into her lips, letting the blood flow freely from her mouth in red rivulets that pooled on the floor. The shadows grew behind Blake until all Ruby could see was her yellow eyes and bleached-white teeth.
Then the mouth opened and the gaping black maw lunged forward.
Ruby screamed in fright and then screamed in agony when the mouth chomped down on her shoulder. The teeth pierced into her skin and crushed the bones, causing her lifeblood to spurt out. She could, through her torture, feel a tongue roughly lapping up the flowing blood, like how a cat would lap at milk, before the teeth retracted and she shrieked again.
The mouth grew wider and more teeth were added, shoving the previous ones out of the way. Ruby saw that some teeth were left in her shoulder. The monster's tongue came out and licked the blood from her own face in one seductive motion before the tongue darted back into the maw.
"Mmmm, your blood is tasty." It was Blake's voice, coming from the abomination. "I want to taste all of you."
The mouth lunged again.
Ruby's screams echoed in the hallway despite the sound dampening walls.
"So what's going on?" Emerald asked Mercury as she sided up to him. "Why's everybody crowded around the bulletin board?"
"Well, apparently a certain somebody we saw twice earlier today is in cell 1138, and there's been a declared open session every night until further notice." He said nonchalantly, but with a hint of disgust in his tone that only those who knew him and could hear.
Emerald tried to fight down the revulsion at the thought of those open sessions. She'd gone to one with Mercury as part of their cover and after had to spend the rest of the day in the bathroom throwing up because of the things she saw in there. It was a disgusting violation of human decency, and the people in those torture chambers rarely survived past a few days. Those chambers were for people that had no further use except for 'entertainment'. The sad thing was, the people who signed up enjoyed doing those sorts of things. It took a sick mind to perform acts like that, and the vast majority of those people were in this 'school'.
It was that sort of thing that Emerald willingly joined a force that would put an end to this and restore some semblance of peace instead of military law enforced by fear.
Coming back to the present, Emerald asked, "You mean Rose?" How did she get stuck in there? She's one of the worst of this lot.
"Yep." Mercury said, nodding in affirmative.
"How did that happen?"
"I don't know yet, but we'll find out with two ways," Mercury said.
"You have a link to the security footage and we're signed up for the session, right?" Emerald guessed after a moment of thinking.
"Yep, and at 9 o'clock. One hour allotted time," he answered both questions.
"You do realize that we could be jeopardizing our mission here by hacking the security in this way." Emerald said softly, to prevent anyone from overhearing them.
"Hey, we've already hacked them ages ago thanks to that virus. Might as well do something different with it."
"So we figure out what the deal with Rose is and then what?"
"Well, we can go about that in two ways," Mercury said, starting to walk back to their room, Emerald following. "First is if Rose just screwed up majorly. Our goal is still our priority."
"Aaaaand the second would be highly unlikely as that would imply she's had a change of heart and they're punishing her for it," Emerald reasoned, "which is about as unlikely as the Grimm becoming cuddly pets we let kids have."
"I know. She's in the top ten student targets we have… But if she truly has had a change of heart…" He trailed off to let the thought sink in.
If Rose has changed, then we could persuade her to join us and fight against the Hunters. But will she fight against her family? She might. According to our Intel, she never got along well with them; or at least her bio-mother and her half-sister. "Don't get your hopes up. We risk everything if we make the wrong assumption." Emerald said.
"Which is why we're about to look at the footage." Mercury said, pulling out his scroll and downloading the security file they wanted.
A few minutes later they entered their temporary dorm and started the file. They saw Rose sitting cuffed to a chair across from Goodwitch. The audio started with Goodwitch talking. "Now then, we're all alone. Let's start from the beginning from where we left off in the Commander's office. This all started with a Dust accident…"
Ruby was in hell, she was sure of it. She passed through all seven circles and saw the devil himself, which took the form of her former friend Blake Belladonna. Lucid thought was a distant memory, drowned in seas of drugs Blake had pumped in her. She had them timed to a fine art where one would end just as she would inject the next one. They all started blending together, but Ruby could recall a few that stood out.
The first was the horror drug, the first one Blake put in her. Ruby could still feel the pain of where that monster devoured her with those teeth. Each bite, each pulverized bone, each chunk of flesh that was torn off. All of it. Those razor teeth puncturing her all over. Penetrating, biting, tearing. Sucking up the blood that Ruby bled. Grimm were more civilized in their eating habits than monster-Blake was.
Another drug was probably infused with Red Dust, since when Blake injected it, it felt as if fire ants were biting her around the injection point. Then it grew until it felt like her blood was boiling and her skin burning but without any fire. The closest she could pinpoint the feeling was that one time she ate a Deathstalker Pepper for a dare, except the feeling was far more excruciating. By the end of it, she could feel her skin wanting to peel without there being a sunburn.
There were a couple nightmare drugs that made her hallucinate her worst thoughts. Yang getting devoured by a Nevermore, Weiss getting gored by a Borbatusk, Blake getting crushed by an Ursa Rex. Dad and Uncle Qrow disappearing in a sea of Grimm. Her team, her family, dying. All because she made a stupid decision. It got worse when it showed what she always imagined what happened when her mother died: surrounded by Beowolfs, getting overwhelmed after hours of fighting, and then being eaten alive while she was still breathing - tears and blood mixing together. All that would be left was a blood-stained snow patch and a few scraps of flesh the Grimm missed.
She cried. She cried for her mom. She cried for her team. She cried for herself. She cried and screamed until her vocal chords ruptured, then screamed some more when Blake shoved some White Dust down her throat to heal it so she would continue screaming. Eventually, Ruby gave out on screaming when it became too much and just whimpered, twitching from the hallucinations.
And she knew they were drug-induced hallucinations. The problem was that she could only remember that when they were wearing off and some form of rational thought returned to her. But it was fleeting, as Blake knew when to start the next drug.
In the end, after a drug that made her feel if her skin was being torn off again, sewed back on, and then ripped off again, Blake gave her some more of that truth serum and asked the same questions once more. She got the same answers, but with more crying and pleading, since all the other drugs were affecting the serum's effectiveness in keeping to just answers.
"Hmmm," Blake hummed after she asked who Ruby was again. "Apparently your mental strength is greater than I thought it would be. Either that or you've been brainwashed literally to be a sleeper agent. Either one is impressive." She grabbed one more needle though and Ruby instinctively tried to move away, her whole essence developing belonephobia, but her body wasn't responding to her commands. Being chained up didn't assist her efforts in the slightest.
"This will be the last one Rose," Blake said as she put the needle in her neck again. Her entire neck was bruised from all the puncture points. "And it won't cause any hallucinations, or dreams, or any other effect like that. However, it will make you feel everything more intensely. Every time your heart beats, you'll feel it shake your body. The blood going through your veins, you'll feel it moving. Pain, pleasure, you'll all feel it twice as much. My time is almost up, so I'll hand you to Weiss now, and I'm sure you two are going to have a fantastic time." Blake smiled creepily and then opened the door.
It was quiet. So quiet that she could hear her heart beating in her chest and the slight clanking of the chains holding her up. The cuffs around her hands had dug into her skin - not enough to cut, but definitely enough to bruise. Her whole body felt like she had been backpacking out in the mountains for a week, running away from Grimm the entire time. Her body weight was being supported solely by her cuffed hands and it was growing increasingly painful. She couldn't move her fingers.
That wasn't the worst though. She could feel her body growing more and more sensitive to every little thing. The coldness of the cell, the pressure of the chains, even her weight seemed to increase little by little. Her heart was beating heavily, as if someone was playing a drum inside her. Thum-thum. Thum-thum. Thum-thum.
Ruby whimpered again, the sound echoing in the empty room. Why is this happening? I told them the truth several times, even while drugged, so why am I still here? Shouldn't I at least be moved to a jail cell instead of… Is it sad that I want to go to jail? It would be better than here by a long shot.
After another long moment of silence before Ruby shifted, causing her to hiss as the chains rubbed her skin, causing it to feel as if someone was trying to rip the skin off by twisting it. She stilled as much as she could and the feeling subsided to a tolerable ache. She sighed.
So my team, and the headmaster and Goodwitch are all… yeah, evil would be the best description now, and apparently the Hunters now use Grimm. My Dust theory had been blown out of the water since I've been… Ruby shuddered and felt even colder, and not because of the air. It seems that history has changed, but how? Was it because of that Crystal?... No, that can't be it. Things are the same yet different, in the worst way. Certain parallels are still there, like how Goodwitch didn't question me about Torchwick's Dust robbery… Everything's been flipped. Sounds like one of Jaune's sci-fi comic books…
Ruby winced again as the door opened once more and let in a white goddess. Ruby blinked and the image turned into Weiss. Ruby shivered again as she felt a cold draft come in and stay when the door closed. Weiss' blue eyes locked with Ruby's silver for several minutes. Then Weiss' gaze drifted down and Ruby flushed, realizing that she was still naked.
Weiss smirked. "You may not be my Mistress, but you still blush like her." Ruby blushed even harder, feeling like her face is on fire. Oum, why am I blushing? I don't even like Weiss that way… right? No, stop! Not now!
"But even then, it boils down to your identity. You aren't Rose," Weiss stated bluntly, "even though you claim to be. Delusions of grandeur aside, you wouldn't even hold a candle to what my Mistress can do. She's… intense," she said with a shiver, "and I doubt that you have the same drive she does. You aren't adaptable or cunning enough, and nowhere near manipulative or threatening…" Weiss' left eye twitched, the one with the scar over it.
Ruby just stared at Weiss, unable to really formulate any response until… "Sounds…" she coughed, finally digging up the ability to talk. "Sounds like she's your hero." Ruby said, putting as much scorn into her voice as she could.
Ruby cried out in shocked pain when Weiss slapped her. She didn't hit as hard as Not-Yang did, but it hurt more. Tears came to her eyes again, the number of time that happened today countless. "Rose was, is, and never will be, my 'hero'," Weiss spat. "She's the one that gave me this," she pointed to the scar on her face, "on the first day here. But she is an inspiration to us all," Weiss continued, her tone changing to a conversational one as she walked over to that damn trolley.
"Rose was trained to become the best Huntress ever. She started at five, which is when it's best to start children on their path, by enslaving a Beowolf cub. She kept it for months before she killed it with a knife. Since then she's only gotten better at being a Huntress. Building Bloody Rose herself and entering Beacon two years ahead of schedule… Mistress is the one that many hopes ride on.
"And you've taken her place!" Weiss turned around holding a wickedly sharp knife in her left hand, and a vile of white Dust in the other. Ruby once again tried to get away from a crazy girl that looked like her teammate, with even less success than previous attempts.
"Don't bother. If you haven't escaped those chains yet, it either means that you can't or you don't want to. And frankly, you don't strike me as having the same… desires as Pyrrha does. Mistress was always more 'on top', but less on psychical pain, which was good because it made sex that much better."
Ruby blanched at Weiss' near off-hand mention of… sex. Then almost choked on her own bile at the implication. Oh, that's, ew, gross. Rose and Weiss…? That would never happen in my world… wait. My world?
Whatever thought Ruby had vanished when Weiss sliced open Ruby's arm with the knife. It was a shallow cut; just enough to break skin and let a trickle of blood flow, but the pain was incredible. Ruby could feel every skin cell get carved, how deep the knife went into her skin, how cold it was, and how her nerves were severed. Someone had decided to cut away her arm and peel the flesh away from her bones. This new pain caused Ruby to hiss and bite her lip in an effort not to cry out.
"Ah, Blake gave you some of that sensitivity serum. Good. This'll make it more amusing." Weiss made another cut on Ruby's other arm and Ruby bit her lip, drawing blood, unable to prevent a whine from escaping.
"So you do have some spine after all." Slice slice. Two quick cuts on each of Ruby's cheeks finally broke her composure and Ruby cried out. "Not enough of it though… How about the other extreme?" She flipped the knife around so she held the blade and reached down.
Ruby screamed, this time in disgustingly induced pleasure as Weiss rubbed the hilt against her vagina lips. "Nope, not at all," Weiss commented, but continued rubbing anyway. Ruby never felt more violated in her life. First of all it was her teammate (her not-teammate but close enough) doing this to her, second, it was Weiss doing this. While in the deepest part of her mind Ruby wouldn't have protested, it would be under normal circumstances. Not like this. Third, her treacherous body was actually enjoying this to some degree; despite everything her mind was telling it.
Ruby clenched her eyes shut just as her body tensed and a wave of pleasure washed though her, followed by a bought of pain as her arms and legs reflexively pulled against the chains. She was in tears from the agony and the humiliation. Her first orgasm was caused by Not-Weiss. It was rape, no denying it.
Weiss grinned as she saw Ruby clench and relax. "Apparently I can still please you like I could Mistress, but I'm not here for that." Weiss turned the knife around and made a cut in Ruby's side. Ruby screamed and could feel the blood trickling down from her cuts before becoming sticky and clinging to her body.
For the next hour, Weiss then proceeded to demonstrate that she is as precise with that knife as she is with Myrtenaster; never missing a bare patch of skin to be cut, never missing a moment to make Ruby scream in pain, and never letting Ruby bleed out by making shallow cuts. Each slice was pure agony, and once again Ruby tore her larynx from screaming. This time Weiss didn't shove White Dust into her mouth and Ruby rasped her cries of torture from then on.
After the hour was up, Ruby was a bloody mess. Weiss used the White Dust to heal the surface wounds, but Ruby still had blood all over her from here she bled. Weiss wiped the knife as she put it away. "This has been fun Rose, but my time is up. I'll send in the next person to entertain you soon." Weiss gave a fake, comforting smile and exited.
Ruby could barely raise her head. She hadn't eaten, hadn't used the toilet, hadn't been let down, and had been tortured for several hours already. And it wasn't even the end of the day yet.
Ruby shivered, her body loosing control of itself. If she could, she would be crying, but her tears had run out. She was alone in a school of enemies. She had no fantasies of escape, because who would help her?
Ruby Rose had given up on trying to understand why, or how. Her world had shrunk down to just trying to stay awake and breath properly. Hours would pass by, with people coming in and beating her, cursing her, cutting and burning her. It was a small mercy that no man, or woman, tried to force themselves on her since Weiss, but Ruby had a feeling that it was only a matter of time.
She was loosing hope.
Beacon was winning the fight to break her, not caring for the truth or even the lies they thought she spouted.
Ruby needed a miracle, which was looking less likely as the hours passed.
Soon nine o'clock rolled along and two figures came into the cell…
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Before you throw me to the Beowolves, I will say this "IT WILL GET BETTER FOR RUBY"! (I just hope I haven't driven everybody away by now :(
Anyway... yea, don't have anything to say really. It could have been worse for Ruby, but I indeed toned it down, believe it or not. Some things needed to be in here for the story's sake. I have a reason for everything.
So, if you feel up to it, Read, Review, Favorite, Follow! (R.R.F.F.)
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