Rated M for Sadism, Torture, Rape and Adult Content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, I can't bear torturing them if I did.

Chapter 2: Mark of the Spider

Giving in doesn't mean I've given up.
- Anonymous

She let herself get dragged to the arena – she gave up struggling five minutes ago, knowing that the only result that would come out of it was bloody gums and scrapes plus bruises on her body due to the slightly uneven cemented floor.

She revolted the idea of being raped; hopefully there was an age where they would be excused because it looked pretty horrible to see people getting fucked mercilessly without their consent she didn't think that they like knifes gliding around their private parts. Not such a pleasant thought.

She heard the roars of the audience as she saw the slaves lined up in the middle – they were smiling without any choice and she could see through their act – they wanted to stop the charade and scream of inhumanity.

She followed in uniform order as most of them huddled at the end where the smaller part of the audiences were and facing away from the audience; refusing to make any eye contact in fear of getting punished. Maka squinted her eyes slightly to try and figure out what was coming out from the opening she had came from only to see a girl slowly roll in on a metal operation table, her mouth gaping open as she tried to find out what was going on.

She muffled her sobs as she watched the hopeless girl spasm, trying to get out of the straps that bounded her to the table. She never knew the girl personally – but the pity she held for her was still there. Maka couldn't help but shiver in fear as she looked at the mark of a spider that was embedded into their skin. It was the mark of a slave - something that made people think they were less than humans and to be treated like they were merely an object.

The crowd made noises of excitement as they wondered what would be the next event that was sure to entertain. Mosquito's eyes gleamed as he fed off the energy of the audience, clearing his throat slightly to ensure that his voice would travel through the entire tent.

"Personal skeleton display from her bones! The bid starter is a thousand dollars!" Mosquito shouted, claiming the eyes of the audience.

They fidgeted slightly as they inspected the girl on the table, her amber eyes wide with fear. She had heard her death sentence and there was no way to escape when she couldn't even move her limbs. Having every morsel of your flesh cut off - what a way to go.

Trying to incite some reaction from the audience, he spoke. "Feisty one this is! Thick bones with a delicate skull, a very nice bosom to complete it!" The red-eyed ringleader slowly dragged the scalpel across her leg, making blood leak out of her tan skin.

"A thousand two hundred!" Someone called out.

Maka shrunk back in horror as she watched the bid go up, wishing the ground would swallow her up She knew that inhumanity was in this world but seeing it in action terrified to no end. How could someone possibly like such things? The sinister grin of Mosquito's face grew wider as the bid hit nine thousand dollars. Work was already beginning on the girl.

The workers stabbed the fleshiest part of the thigh as her back arched up and she screamed which only make the audience snicker. She wasn't given any morphine - she was to die from blood lost or her heart being crushed by their blood tainted hands.

They pushed the scalpel into her leg, hitting the bone before them slowly and yet forcefully pulled it, having her screech in pain and petrifaction as they started to cut her mercilessly. Maka could almost faint or barf from the scene but she couldn't find herself to even move. She could only stare at the girl getting slaughtered in paralysis - her screams only keeping her grasp on reality.

Maka could only feel relieved as the girl's eyes rolled to the whites, signalling she had lost the battle to the pain and would be under indefinitely. She was pushed away but Maka knew better; it was time for the next event.

She barely snapped out of her traumatized state when he declared her name, allowing her subconsciousness drag her to the set of weaponry. She picked up a sword and a shield that seemed lighter than she thought it would be, and shivered when she heard the cranking of chains.

She only realized that they released the beast.

As they released the foul beast from its dark cell; the crowd cheered as the ash-blonde girl stood there in horror - her mind was constantly rewinding the scene that happened just minutes before. She was scarred; knowing that one day she would end up like that girl, lifeless and dead with no future.

Perhaps from the moment she was kidnapped, she already had close to none.

Snapping back to reality as the dark-haired beast growled and lunged at her, her breath hitching as she rolled to the side quickly, the beast narrowly missing her. The scent of death and blood hung onto the creature like some sort of thwarted perfume and it seemed to wear it with pride as a sign of its survival. She stared in a stupefied manner into its territory, seeing a heap of bones that piled in the depth of the cell.

It was the predator, she was the prey, yet both victims to someone's sick definition of entertainment and how could she possibly turn the tables against the beast that showed no humanity in its feral eyes at all? She could only weep for the innocent lives it had devoured; would she be its next snack?

The next lunge took her by surprise as its sharp, jagged teeth pierced into her shoulders as she let out a loud ear-splitting cry which only earned howls of delight from the audience, their snide remarks mocking and admonishing her. She could feel her blood slowly trickle down from her fragile skin and see the hungry look in its eyes as it tasted her blood.

She didn't know what compelled her as she made a deathly stab into it throat when it opened its mouth further to swallow her, twisting it as she felt its bones crack through the vibrations she felt from the sword. She saw its eyes slowly slump shut and its body going limp against her. She collapsed onto the ground from the weight, crying as she tried to pry open its teeth to release her shoulder; she was victorious but she didn't know why she felt like she had lost.

She knew she should have died when she could- even if she had to get consumed and satisfy its hunger but it was better compared to the mark of a spider that was burnt into her skin before she was thrown into the cell and left to bleed.

She could only scream in terror of the freedom she had lost and how her life would be on the line in the circus; the burning mark of a spider that was embedded into her skin for eternity, something that would make people presume that she was to be treated as someone who was not worthy of being called a human.