Sacrifice

Riff Raff and Magenta find themselves in trouble after one of Frank's parties, but little do they know that things will become much worse when Magenta learns of something soon after.

AN: What's this? Another chapter?!?! Good times! I am going to try to be good by updating more. This means I have to get off my lazy butt *so to speak* and take the time to edit -_-* Oh well, it must be done if the story wants to come close to sounding interesting…Wish me luck

Quick side note: This chapter is gonna get a little…intense. I shall warn you there are scenes of potential rape, SO DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU… but don't worry, this too shall pass…

Don't forget, these characters and the RHPS universe does not belong to me. The amazing Richard 'O Brian is lucky enough to claim that title *pouts*

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Magenta awoke the next morning feeling as though she had only just lain down to go to sleep. Sitting up, she stretched, only to flinch as her back throbbed as a painful reminder of the previous night's events.

'It could have been worse.' She reasoned, moving to change into her uniform. Her back was stiff from last night's encounter with Frank's whip, not to mention the way she was forced to sleep on that silly sofa. Sitting down to apply her makeup, Magenta looked at her reflection in the mirror. To her dismay, an angry bruise had appeared on her face where Frank had struck her. It was tender to the touch, but she knew that it would heal within a few days. This was not the first time Frank had struck her due to "misconduct", and she doubted it would be the last. She grimaced at the last thought, but quickly scolded herself.

'I do not have time to be thinking on that.' She knew that her work schedule demanded several chores to be completed before serving Frank his breakfast at ten 'o clock. With her makeup in place, Magenta left to tend to her chores, and begin another day in Frank's miserable manor.

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Magenta's day started in the foyer, where she washed the windows, swept the main hall, and attempted to expel some of the spider webs from their corners. She did not care for this last task. Unlike most Earth females, Magenta had no particular fear of these strange insects and was actually rather impressed by them. Their silky webs so deadly, and yet so beautiful and complex. Frank loathed the sight of these masterpieces, demanding she destroy them. Out of spite for Frank, yet out of compassion for the webs, Magenta would "accidentally" forget to dust in the cramped corners of a room or inside the old clock in the hallway. She was about to enter the Zen Room for its weekly airing out and restock of Earthly drugs, when Magenta heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Columbia, Frank's self-proclaimed "groupie" was stretching and yawning and only noticed Magenta when she had reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh, Hiya Mags! Up early again, huh?" she said in a voice too chipper for any morning.

"I have told you before; my name is not 'Mags'." Magenta said irritably. Honestly, could the girl not comprehend this?

"And I have told you before that you need to lighten up! I was just tellin' Frankie-" Magenta's eyes widened involuntarily in shock.

"You mean you are just now leaving his room?" she asked as Columbia took that opportunity to stifle another yawn.

She gave Magenta a mischievous smile before replying, "Well, Frankie was stressed out last night, but luckily I know just tha' thing for that." She winked at the domestic as she passed her.

"Oh, Mags, Frankie was wonderin where you were with his breakfast?"

"What are you talking about?" Magenta asked incredulously, ignoring the nickname, "The Master is served breakfast at ten 'o clock every morning. That is how it has always been."

Columbia put a finger to her chin in a thoughtful manner, "No, I'm pretty sure he told me that you knew about the schedule change. Honestly, Mags, it's not like you to lose track of that kinda stuff. Oh well, you'd betta' hurry. You know how Frankie doesn't like to be kept waitin'."

"For the last time, my name is not 'Mags'." Magenta snapped at Columbia's retreating back. Columbia responded with a lazy wave of her hand as she disappeared into the kitchen.

Magenta scowled at the place Columbia had been, but quickly regained her senses. Frank was awake and waiting for her. She knew that there had been no schedule change. Frank probably woke up early for the sole purpose of causing her trouble. With nothing to be done about it, Magenta hurried into the kitchen after Columbia to prepare Frank's breakfast.

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All too soon, Magenta found herself standing in front of Frank's bedroom door, a silver tray in her hands. Unsure of what kind of mood the Master would be in this morning, Magenta braced herself before knocking on the door.

"Enter." Came Frank's voice from the bedroom.

Magenta opened the door to reveal a dimly lit room. Sunlight was trying to make its way into Frank's dark chambers with little success. Luckily, for Magenta, people from the planet of Transsexual had very keen eyesight, given that their home was often referred to as "the land of night". However, this did not make Magenta feel any less uncomfortable in Frank's dark bedroom. Setting the tray of food on a nearby end table, she turned towards the bed, where she knew Frank had been watching her.

"May I open the drapes, Master?" she asked, hoping she at least sounded like a respectful domestic.

"Of course, my dear." Frank's drawl voice washed over Magenta like a thick sludge, and it took everything she had not to shudder in disgust.

She hurried over to the curtains and pulled them open to reveal a bright new day; a new day of Magenta's own personal hell. She stalled as long as she could in tying back the drapes, but knew that she would have to face this man eventually. With a silent steadying breath, Magenta turned to face her Master.

Magenta was only partially surprised to see that his face was already adorned with its usual display of white face makeup, eye shadow, and lipstick; she guess Columbia had helped him to apply it before she left. He was wearing a shimmering blue robe, which to anyone else, may have made him look beautiful and majestic to the eye, but not to Magenta.

Frank smiled up at his domestic, loving the way the morning sun framed her body with a marvelous glow. "Good morning Magenta." He said with a rich, royally accented voice.

"Good Morning, Master." Magenta replied in clipped tones as she went to fetch the breakfast tray. Bringing it over in a manner that clearly said she did not want to linger, Magenta placed it in front of Frank, who promptly grabbed her wrist to keep her there.

"Why so cold, love?" Frank asked her, still feigning sweetness, "One would think you would be extra attentive to me, seeing as how you are rather tardy this morning."

Magenta tried to free her wrist from Frank's grasp, only to have him tighten his grip ever so slightly. "With all due respect, Master, but I would not have been tardy if I had known there was to be a change in my morning schedule."

"These things happen, Magenta." Frank said, his thumb began to trace small circles on the inside of her wrist, "I trust you will learn to be much more flexible in the future."

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the inside of her palm once before Magenta immediately snatched it back. Frank smirked at her reaction and began to eat his breakfast.

"May I go, Master?" Magenta asked, feeling the need to thoroughly wash her hands from Frank's touch, "Or is there something else that you require of me?"

"Actually, there is something you can do. " Frank replied as though struck by sudden inspiration, "You're rather good with a needle and thread. I want you to make a hunch-backed jacket for that brother of yours. I watched an Earth film called Frankenstein. Splendid ideas these Earthlings come up with. You see, there was a doctor who had a servant named Igor, I believe, and this wretched fellow had a hunched-back and would follow his Master around like an obedient dog. Rather fitting wouldn't you-" But Frank never finished his sentence, for at that very moment, Magenta, who had been silently fuming at his words, had stepped forward and slapped Frank hard across his heavily makeup-ed face. Magenta had always been levelheaded. Little could set her off anymore, and yet, hearing Frank ridiculing Riff in such a way, had made her snap inside.

"I understand that my brother and I were sent here to serve you, but we are not your slaves, your toys, to do with as you please!"

Magenta was breathing hard, her rage evident, but the quick burst of adrenalin had begun to fade, and Magenta realized too late, what she had done. She turned and ran for the door, but Frank had sprung up from his bed and, with an iron-like grip, had grabbed her arm, and pulled her into him. He wrapped his other arm around her waist to keep her from escaping.

"Let go of me!" Magenta demanded as she struggled to break free, but Frank's grasp held firm.

"After the little stunt you just pulled?" Frank sneered in her ear, "I don't think so, my dear."

Magenta attempted to kick Frank, but the way he was holding her did not leave her much room for movement. She heard calm rage in his voice when he spoke to her again.

"Is that what you really think? That your will is your own? Have you forgotten Magenta? I am Dr. Frank 'N Furter! I am the son of the Great Furter, the Queen of Transsexual, and that Magenta," he lowered his voice dangerously, "-makes me your Prince."

Smirking, Frank's arm that had grabbed onto Magenta's had begun to snake its way up and before she could stop it, Frank had exposed her neck and began to plant kisses up to her jaw line. Magenta struggled against the assault. Could it be that Riff had kissed her the same way only last night? Yes, he had, but this was not Riff. These kisses held none of his tenderness and love, only Frank's lust and desire for control over her. Forcing herself to calm down, Magenta gathered her strength, and without warning, elbowed Frank in the side. Caught off guard, Frank's grip on her had loosed, and she used the opportunity to break free. Magenta ran for the door. Grabbing onto the handle she had started to open the door.

"Riff!" she yelled as she attempted to leave the room, but Frank's hand suddenly appeared over her head, slamming the door shut. Magenta turned to see Frank's triumphant grin. She backed away into the room, a rising panic in her chest.

"That was a rather mean thing to do Magenta." Frank said in a hurt voice walking towards her, "One would think you were actually trying to harm me, and then you go crying for that brother of yours."

Magenta said nothing to this, fearing the direction Frank's mood would take if she spoke.

"I am curious Magenta." Frank said, pausing in front of her, "I am curious as to why you've never heeded my advances. You must surely know of my…attraction towards you." He was closer now; closer than Magenta ever wanted him to be. "You could be so happy if you were by my side." He whispered seductively.

"Why me?" Magenta asked, sensing the danger of this conversation, "You have had dozens of girls since we arrived, and even more on Transsexual! Surely, one of them-"

"But you're no girl." Frank cut in. Magenta's eyes went wide and she immediately tried to run once more, but Frank grabbed her and slammed her back against the nearby bedpost, using his own body to hold her still.

"You see, Magenta, you have always been the most beautiful woman on Transsexual, even more so on this planet. As such, you were also… the most coveted."

"Master, let me go!" Magenta cried as she felt Frank's hand glide down her side and over her hips.

"Magenta," said Frank, choosing to ignore her pleas, "We both know you want this." His other hand moved up to unbutton her uniform. "You're just playing hard to get, and let me tell you-" his hands began to roam freely over the exposed skin of her stomach, "That just makes the prize that much more satisfying."

He grabbed her around the waist and threw her onto the bed. Magenta tried in vain to fight him off, his greedy hands tearing her uniform at the bottom in their haste. Frank had begun to kiss along Magenta's collarbone to her jaw, his sadistic side enjoying her frightened gasps. He had begun to reach for her underwear, but a beeping noise had disrupted him.

Riff Raff's image had appeared on a small monitor on the wall.

"Master." He said politely, not being able to see what Frank had been doing from his angle on the screen. "You are needed in the laboratory. There seems to be a problem with your creation's holding tank. Some chemicals have spilled inside and you are needed to remedy the situation."

"Yes, yes Riff Raff I shall be down in a moment." Said Frank irritably, that handyman always had the worst timing.

When Riff Raff's image had vanished from the monitor, Frank stood up, surveying Magenta lying on the bed. Her uniform was ripped, and she was trying to hold it together in front with her hands. Tears were streaming down her face, her makeup tainting those tears with black.

"Well, it seems that I am needed elsewhere. Let's pick this up later shall we?"

Frank chuckled as Magenta slowly got off the bed, and after taking a few unsure steps, she fled from the room, leaving the door wide open behind her.

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AN:….O_O HOLY CRAP! What was that!?! So, yeah… a lot happened in this chapter. Hope I didn't freak anyone out ^^; Don't worry, you won't see much more of that so you can breathe easy…I'm ever so curious to see if you guys spotted any of the details from the film, in this chapter and even the others. Good luck if you want to look for 'em :3 And quick note in case you haven't figured this out yet: I am obviously making use of the fact that the Mansion is…well…a mansion, and they obviously had more rooms than what was shown. I should note that Frank's Bridal Suite has not yet been built into the lab, and thus, he has a room somewhere upstairs. This will be the last chapter up for a few weeks since I'll be on Spring Break in KY *woot* So this nice long chapter is my gift to you. PLEASE! READ AD REVIEW!! I'm a bit sad that not many are doin so =( Get out there! Tell your friends about my story if you think it's good =]

Well, that's enough rambling from me, so I wish you all a good night!

~P-Chan~