As she managed to turn over, Olivier found herself looking up into none other than King Bradley's malicious eyes. He was missing his eye patch, and his auroboris tattoo shown clearly. It was unnerving to say the least, but Olivier felt her instincts kick in, and she quickly turned over and started to get up. Bradley made no move to stop her, but started surveying the room with an odd sort of calmness around him, as if they posed no threat to him. This simply added insult to injury for Olivier, who readied herself to attack once her brother made a move. He might have shown to much cowardice in the past, but when it came to protecting those he cared for, she knew there was no doubt he would act ferociously, and put his life on the line in order to ensure their victory.
Alex seemed to realize that his sister wasn't going to be making the first move this time around, and he charged toward Bradley, with Sig at his side. The two men attacked at once, their two fists heading right toward his face. However, he reacted to quickly, and reached down toward Olivier as they neared him, and their punches, instead of connecting with his jaw, hit Olivier directly in the gut. The two men, shocked, recoiled, horrified at what they had done. The blonde was unable to breath then, and there was a trickle blood beginning to run down the corner of her mouth. "Alex... Get out of here you asshole... Take the remnants of my troops... And run... Run like hell you bastard..." she coughed out, quickly nearing unconsciousness. She struggled to regulate her breathing, even as her vision began to blur. She couldn't leave her troops in the state they were in. They were capable on their own, yes, but even she was not foolish enough to believe that a group of homunculus could be stopped by a battalion of human soldiers. Not even if they were the infamous Briggs soldiers.
"Awe, how sweet. Even after she's been brutally punched by her dear brother, and is now hanging by her limbs at my hands, she's still dumb enough to think about her men first. You humans never fail to amaze me with your stupidities. No wonder you've all been wiped out." Bradley said, smirking. Olivier opened her mouth to say something, but didn't manage to even begin. He quickly swung at her, and with one last punch, she fell unconscious. The last thing she saw was her brother charging once again, and her men readying their guns to defend their commander.
"Morning my little icy bitch!" said an oddly effeminate voice from beside Olivier. As she turned over, pain began to radiate from all over her body. "Oh my, it looks like you're still recovering from that beating you took a couple of hours ago... What a shame! Here I was, looking so forward to laying into you, bitch." The figure in front of her was short, but muscular. He wore a top that cut off at the bottom of his chest, and a skirt below. His black-green hair threw her off, and then it hit her. "You're... You're that bastard who started all those massacres... But Mustang took his time making sure you were dead... How it possible for you to be back here now! Answer me!" "My my, dear, you obviously aren't to familiar with how we homunculi are formed! Sure, I was completely destroyed, as was Lust, but that doesn't stop us from being created again. We simply go back to our creator, and he can reform us. I've been watching for quite a while after that bastard killed me, but I wasn't in the mood to emerge. And it looks like that's to my luck! After all, I wouldn't have been given the opportunity to claim you if I was out there, causing chaos, now would I?"
At his words, Olivier suddenly realized what that freak had been hinting at since she awoke. It had been such a long time since she'd even thought about such things that she hadn't picked up on it, but now that she understood, the mere thought disgusted her.
Apparently it was obvious, because Envy's grin grew even more. "Oh, well, well, well. It looks as if you aren't so cold and unmovable as you're rumored to be, now are you? Nevermind that though, I've been instructed to make sure you're presentable before I can do anything extra. So, up we go!" he said, walking over and casually slinging her over his shoulder, despite their difference in height. "Wow, you're a light little thing, aren't you!" he said mockingly. "Who would've known!"
Most women would've either taken the part about being light as a compliment, or the part about knowing as an insult. However, Olivier wasn't most women. Instead, she snarled, and aimed for his crotch. She kicked down as hard as she could, and felt her foot connect. He nearly dropped her, but apparently his tolerance when concerning pain was higher than she bargained on. Envy at that point had half a mind to drop her and maul her to the point that she would be unrecognizable, but Brad-Wraith had ordered them to bring her to him as soon as she was awake and functioning again. So for the time being, he just took a deep breath and unlocked the cell door.
They exited the cell that she had been kept in, and made their way to a sort of washroom, though it lacked most of the commonly found appliances. The only thing there, really, was an oversized tub of sorts, already filled to the brim with steaming hot water. "Well, here comes the fun part, Miss Olivier." he said over-politely. He layed her down on the floor roughly, and unbuttoned her uniform before she had time to register everything that was happening. It was flung off of her quickly, and he moved on to the lacey bra she had on under it. At that point Olivier started to fight back, first rolling over on her stomach before kicking up with her feet in an attempt to knock him down from behind. He caught her ankle, and quicklly flipped her over. "You son of a bitch." she hissed.
Envy stuck his tongue out in a childish way, mocking her. He fiddled with the clasp, but then decided to simply slash it off. He proceeded to do the same thing with her panties, and wasn't to careful, leaving a few shallow cuts on her breasts and waist. The pain from these cuts didn't faze the major general in the least, and she managed to cover up her lower half, but was pulled apart by Envy, and could simply glare as he surveyed her body in full while constraining her arms and legs.
"Man do I wish we had some more time to play around, but I'd hate to dirty myself with a slut like you. So, in ya go!" he said teasingly. He picked her up once again, and practically threw her into the water. She let out a sort of low pitched screech as the water hit her pale skin, having never been exposed to such temperatures before. She figured though that if she had endured inhuman temperatures before, she could do so now. "Oh, you don't like the heat?" he asked, sneering.
She moved to get out quickly, but he stood in front of her, blocking her path to escape. "Tsk tsk tsk, we can't have you getting out now. Wash yourself up, or I'll have to do it for you. Either way, I get to see a hell of a lot more than I'm willing to bet anyone's seen, so I don't mind what you choose."
Olivier continued glaring murderously, then turned away. She started to look for some sort of diversion, but there wasn't anything around. It was a natural hot spring of sorts, so there was no heater, and they wouldn't have been dumb enough to leave anything she could use as a sword in the room. She spotted a bar of soap, and reluctantly reached out for it. She didn't want to bathe in front of this man, but she'd rather him see her doing so than actually doing it himself.
She dipped herself one more time in the water, and then, with a deep breath, rose out, exposing herself fully. She noticed silence, and then heard Envy whistle, but managed to ignore him. She quickly got her back and started on her chest, but in the middle of it she felt to hands firmly on her shoulders, and she was whirled around to face him. She moved to turn away from him, and he wirled her around a second time. It was almost as if they were playing a game to see who could continue doing things their way the longest. Finally, Envy grabbed a hold of her shoulders and kept her facing him.
"Stay like that, or I'll have to help you, bitch." Envy said, his voice strained. Olivier, fearing that she already knew the reason, glared at him, but refused to look downward, worried about what she'd see.
She had no other option for the time being, so she unfolded her arms, revealing her breasts, and scrubbed quickly, trying her best not to give him any extra time to stare in awe. She contemplated punching him solidly on the side of his face, but had to think ahead, about what the repercussions would be.
He moved around the tub, surveying her. She continued down, already to conscious that he was starring at her finely toned ass that was now stuck out toward him.
After another couple of minutes, she quickly dipped herself down into the scalding water again, and rose up out of the water, reaching for a towel. To her surprise, she wasn't told to stay as she was, and she quickly covered her body, not wanting to take any chances.
Envy nodded, grinning ear to ear, and he led her out of the room and toward another room even farther down the hall. He... He's leading my around like I'm some pet! The nerve of him! she thought to herself, indignant at the mere thought of her current situation. If anyone were to simply poke their heads out of the doorway, they'd have a clear view of her. Finally, they turned into a room, and Envy quickly shut the door.
"Well, that was fun!" he said to her, obviously enjoying the discomfort he had caused her. "As much as I'd like to simply strut you around with nothing on, I've been instructed to make you presentable to all of us, and sadly, not all of them enjoy such a fine specimen. So, you'll be wearing whatever I tell you, is that clear?" "Like hell it is! I'd rather die than allow you to dress me up like your little personal plaything!"
It was all to obvious that her comment hadn't pleased him, and she felt a burning on her cheek as he slapped her a few times, hard. However, she simply stood and took it, not even flinching. "Hmph. Well, regardless, you can pay for that later. Now, let's see what we can find for you to wear." he said, walking toward one of the many closets in the room. Looking closer, it seemed that the closet belonged to Lust, the only female homunculus.
"Well, Lusty'll probably kill me, but you're gonna look like one fi-ine whore!" Envy said, whistling from inside. Olivier took a couple of steps back at that moment, not wanting to find out what exactly he was talking. However, she bumped into another figure only a few inches away. They quickly put a hand over her mouth, and spun her around. She found herself face to face with a woman that was about her height, dressed in quite the revealing dress, and an auroboris tattoo right above her breasts. "Hey there, if you'll do me a favor and keep your mouth shut for a second, we can introduce ourselves properly after that."she whispered in her ear. She removed her hand, and made her way over to the closet in which Envy was snooping around, and there was a yell from inside. A string of words flew out, and then a resounding slap was heard. Envy walked out, scowling, and Lust followed, looking quite satisfied. "Well, it seems there was a bit of a mistunderstanding, but don't worry, I'll be finding you something to wear." Lust said, a small, mysterious smile playing on her face.
She went back into the closet, and emerged a few seconds later, carrying in her hand a pair of black heels that had straps going all the way up to the wearer's knee, each with a tiny little lock at the end. In the other hand was a top that had a collar attached, and covered almost nothing, excluding her breasts, and had a short cape of sorts attached to it. There was a mini skirt as well, with garter hose attached. "Loose the towel, honey." Lust commanded. When Olivier didn't comply, Envy quickly slapped her again, and pulled the towel down.
Lust neared her, and threw the skirt at her. She looked up questioningly, and was simply glared at. "And why in the hell should I put this sorry excuse for a skirt on?" she asked bluntly. Lust raised an eyebrow in confusion. She definitely wasn't used to the idea of any human having the nerve to talk to her like that. Regardless, she to recovered quickly, and just shrugged, smirking. Envy walked over to her, and had a knife up against her throat before she could say another word. Figuring that she didn't want to escape in a body bag- if they even went so far as to get her one- she picked up the skirt and slipped it on.
Next she pulled on the top, buttoning the thin vest all the way up, though it didn't really help to conceal her breasts. Finally, she slipped on the heals, and both Lust and Envy bent down, and snapped each strap into place before locking them.
"Well, don't you look gorgeous!" Envy said, smirking as he surveyed her. All in all, even Olivier knew without a mirror, that she'd been transformed into a whore, and it seemed to please the two monsters that stood before her. She managed to quickly get her long bangs out of her eyes, and whirled around to face Envy and Lust. "You two abominations will pay dearly for this. You're past the line of assualting an officer, and I swear I'll have those regenerating heads of yours on a platter before this ends." she said angrily.
"Yeah yeah, you can make all the threats you want. Just hurry it up!" Envy ordered, pulling her along. She was careful not to trip in the heels that were now locked on to her feet, fearing that she'd be dragged along if such a thing were to happen.
"Wraith, I've brought the woman you kidnapped. Do you want her?" Envy asked as they stood at a door. "Bring her in!" he called out. The door was opened, and they walked in. Wraith was sitting down, drinking a glass of wine, and didn't even bother to look up at them. "Wraith, what do you want us to do with this one?" Envy asked, clearly annoyed that he was actually having to ask permission to take her for himself. "Well," he said, actually looking up at that point. "I've had quite a problem securing everything because of this woman and that damned Mustang; in fact, they almost managed to mess up our whole plan. So, quite frankly, I don't care what you do, so long as you see to it that she suffers. A lot." he said in a matter of fact voice.
Olivier's eyes widened as she realized that Bradley had just given her to Envy. The mere thought of someone actually being able to 'give' her to another person disgusted her, and it was at that moment she finally exploded. "You son of a bitch! You can't get away with such an act! I'd rather die than be some kind of pet to you monsters! My men won't lose to the likes of you filth, I guarantee you that! And if they don't lose, then I sure as hell won't either." she said icily. She lunged across the room with surprising grace considering the height of the heels locked onto her feet. The wine spilled on the floor, the glass itself shattering as Wraith threw it to the side to catch her by the neck and hold her there in mid-air. She was sure he was getting ready to crush her throat, but he merely laughed, and threw her back towards the others.
"You'll learn to watch your mouth, human. We're in charge here, and we can do whatever we please. You're simply here to entertain us, and can easily be disposed off. Keep that in mind." Lust said as she slowly bent down and grabbed her arm.
"Get up and walk, bitch!" Envy ordered, obviously angry. She struggled to get up, her now sprained ankle simply not willing to support her weight. He bent down and threw her over his shoulder, then nodded to Wraith as he walked out of the room. Lust followed him a few minutes later, and they headed back to where they'd first had her locked up.