Elise screamed and kicked, she managed to land a blow to the man's chin. "MUSTANG WOULD NEVER TOUCH ME LIKE THIS! STOP IT!" She screamed clambering backwards, wishing she could just disappear through the wall.

"Ohhh, so you're a virgin then? Perfect. Just the way I like my women." Rush unzipped his pants and pulled himself free from the fabric. He grabbed Elise's ankle and yanked her forward, until she was laying under him. "Just lay there and relax. I'm going to make you feel amazing." Rush spread Elise's legs, and thrust forward.

:::

"Wake up." Rush hit Elise over the head, watching it roll limply back and forth across the sandy floor. He pulled himself out and zipped up his pants, admiring the bloody mess he'd left behind. He kicked Elise's limp body aside, stood, and walked upstairs.

:::

Elise awoke to darkness. She whimpered and tried to roll over. Pain rocked her mind. She screamed and tried to reach between her legs, a gooey wetness coated her legs, wet the floors. She couldn't reach, her hands were cuffed in a stockade, leaving her unable to transmute. She screamed and screamed, trying to get someone's attention, any attention.

The door flew open, and Yzat stepped in. "What are you screaming about, bitch?" He growled, lighting one of the lanterns.

Elise looked down and began to scream louder, realizing it was her own blood that coated her legs.

"SHUT UP!" Yzat roared, kicking her roughly in the stomach.

Elise's body strained against the chains as her body rolled across the floor. "Leave me be." She begged, struggling to get away from her attacker.

"Not so fast. I heard you pleased Rush. Now you please me." Yzat lifted his robes and pounced on Elise.

:::

Her screams echoed within the small room. It hurt so bad. Her entire being hurt. His thing was too big, it couldn't fit. She was stretched so wide, she was going to tear in two. Elise screamed and screamed until she was hoarse. Yzat grew angry with her screams and beat her head until she quieted down.

:::

Time stopped. There were no windows, she couldn't see if it was night or day. She was isolated, trapped, in hell. They gave her scraps, when she was good. When she pleased them. And when she didn't, they beat her until she couldn't move. It was a sick cycle. She couldn't sleep, above her there were screams, the screaming of men that left her trembling. Blood would drip through the floorboards and onto her naked body. She was constantly cold.

'How much longer can it go on…?'

:::

"She's all yours."

Elise got to her knees, her head hung forward, she waited for the man to hurt her, just like the rest. She closed her eyes, listening to the approaching footsteps.

"Little girl."

She quivered, praying he might be gentle.

"Look at me."

Elise obediently raised her head, her eyes lifted to the man's. He had silver hair, but he was young. He had a kind face, with warm, sorrowful eyes. "Do you have any life left in you?"

Elise didn't answer, she simply pulled up his robes and began to pull his pants down.

The man stopped her. "I do not want that from you." He growled, pushing her back.

Elise stared up in shock, wrapping her arms around her knees and ducking her head. "Please… Please don't hurt me." She whispered, tears began to silently fall.

:::

He watched her with pity. She was nothing more than a puppet used for destruction. It wasn't her fault, she was simply following orders. And she was so young.

"How old are you?"

Elise sobbed harder, "F-Fifteen."

"Stop crying." He knelt forward and gently cupped her chin. "I won't hurt you…"

Elise looked up waiting for the battering to begin.

"I don't have much time…" The man trailed off, running his hand through his hair, "but I'll be back. Stay strong, little girl." He stood, and disappeared, the one glimmer of light in Elise's life.

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The torture persisted, men visited day and night, she was torn in half. There was no soul left, there was no Elise. There was a shell. But she managed to hold on, just enough, so when he came, she could see him.

"Brother…" She whispered, looking up when he walked through the door.

He sat next to her and scooped her up, he could feel the blood that seeped from between her legs, "Are you alright?"

She shook her head and sobbed – like she often did – into his arms. "There are people looking for you, Elise, they're going to find you."

"Did you tell them where I was? Oh, please, brother, please?" Elise hugged him frantically.

He sighed and shook his head, "Elise, I am an Ishvallan. I will be killed if I approach the State. Have faith, little girl, they will find you soon."