5. Rescued.
Where am I? I, I can't see... I can't feel my body either. Where is it? Am I dead. No… No I can't be. I was saved. Saved? The ape, yeas there was an ape. We fought and then… Oh god no.
Rachel's mind snapped back to reality and her eyes flew open. She would've jumped up too, but her body refused to move. She panted lightly as she was still sure the ape was nearby, but unsure of where she was and what exactly is going on.
"Where am I? (Deep breath) What's going on?"
Her eyes frantically scanned her surroundings, and at first she didn't see a thing as her whole world was a bright blur of light. But soon shapes started to form as she calmed down and her eyes started to get adjusted.
Above her there were several bright lights, but the space between them was black. No, not black. Just… not as bright as those lights.
After a while of focusing she realized that she was in a dark room, surrounded by big movable spotlights. She turned her head around and saw that the walls were covered in tools. Hammers, saws, screwdrivers. Anything someone would need for doing a bit of carpentry.
She took a deep breath and tried to sit up, but was stopped by something. "What the hell" She turned her head and noticed that both of her hands were tied to the ground from the wrists and the shoulders. And that the said ground was made of metal and had lots of holes in it.
She tried to look at her feet, but all she saw below her were her own massive breasts. She sighed and let her head fall back on the ground.
"Why did I have to grow them so large?"
"So you would actually get some fans at the DOA-games perhaps"
Rachel gasped and looked to her left where she saw a man. He wore black jeans and had an open leather jacket on him. No shirt. His hand was stroking his small beard and his eyes were calmly studying her.
"I thought you only wore that suit only for the show but… No you actually seem to wear full time"
From the sudden shock of the man standing next to her Rachel managed to recover quite quickly. "What's it to you"
The man kneeled down next to her "What if I told you that because of it I really want to hurt you right now".
Rachel remained calm and responded with an even calmer voice. "Release me… Release me and then get the hell away from me".
The man's face went from calm to angry. He stood up, went to pick up a drill from one of the walls and then looked at his prisoner. Her eyes were on him, but she was completely calm. He pressed the drills trigger a few times showing her that it was powered up. She didn't even flinch. Visibly angered he again kneeled down next to her and then placed the drills point between her legs.
"Listen here you bitch, I'm gonna pull this trigger and get inside you, you understand."
"Well let's not waste any time then"
The man was slightly taken back by her calmness, but managed to recover quickly. He pressed the drill against her with considerable force, but did not pull the trigger. "I'll do it I swear".
Rachel felt a sting from the object between her legs, but still remained (visibly) calm. "No you don't".
"What"
"If you wanted to hurt or rape me you would've done it by now. And if you wanted me dead you would've just let that fiend finish me off".
The man pulled the drill away from her and placed it on the floor. He was quiet and had visibly calmed down. "How do you know that I haven't done those things to you while you were unconscious?"
"I would know if you had. Now if you don't want to hurt me, you must want something from me. Spit it out already"
The man stood up and studied her again. 'She's cleverer than she looks' he thought 'and crazy as fuck' "…Let's discuss this upstairs"
The man pulled a key out and kneeled down next to her legs. A loud metallic noise came from her ankles, making her legs free.
As the man went to open the locks at her arms he spoke: "Now you are not going to attack me or escape when you're free, are you"
Another metallic noise was heard. "You saved my life, why would I do that"
The man looked at her with a weird expression on his face and then proceeded to open the rest of the locks.
He then stood up and offered her his hand to pull her off the ground. "Name is James by the way". Rachel sat up and looked at him "Well James, you may have saved me but…" She rose all the way to her feet while ignoring his stretched out hand and looking directly at his eyes. "Don't expect me to just let you carry me around on your arms like I'm… whatever"
The man had a smirk on his face. "But I already did that"
Rachel walked passed him towards the door, but stopped as she saw her own reflection on a full length mirror that hung from the wall. "And after that you decided to clean me up as well". She turned around and looked at James. "When did you have time to do that?"
James looked at her with a neutral expression "I thought you'd be more interested on how I did that… Rather than how long it took"
Rachel turned to look at her reflection. She was still in her signature black ninja outfit, with the only things that were missing were her shoulder shield and her sword along with the belt onto which it was attached to.
The suit was completely clean and she herself looked like she had just showered. Even her hair was made like it had before.
James walked behind her and looked at the mirror over her. (He is over a head taller than she is) "Well if you want to know I did it with a lot of moisture towels." He then bowed down to whisper into her ear: "With them I cleaned every. Last. Inch. Of your beautiful body"
Rachel quickly turned around and with her right hand she gripped his throat and then pushed him against the back wall. "Give me one reason why I won't kill you right now!"
James tried to speak, but couldn't due to the pressure on his throat. Noticing this Rachel released him and let him drop on all fours in front of her.
He was exhausted and had his eyes on her feet. "I didn't strip you down to do it I promise."
"You were afraid that I might wake up when you did so were you?"
He remained quiet.
"Just so you know you wouldn't have been able to… Even if you wanted to"
He looked up at her with a puzzled expression "What"
"This suit has a special enchantment on it, what it does is that it makes it impossible for anyone to even try to remove it. As it is practically fused into my skin"
The man had a look of disbelief as he stood up and looked down at her. "Bullshit"
Rachel shifted her weight on her left hip while putting her hand on it. "Why"
James raised his finger "One, I have seen you on TV without it" He raised another finger "Two, you are missing your shoulder shield and that belt… thing" He raised his third finger. "And three… Who the hell needs a reason three anyway?"
Rachel mockingly smirked at him while she raised her finger. (The one that wasn't resting on her hip) "One. The enchantment is made so that I can remove it. But only when I'm at least a kilometer away from anyone else" She raised another finger "Two. The spell is only on my main suit. The additional accessories such as my boots, belt, gloves and everything else can be removed just like normal clothing." She raised her third finger. "And the reason to all this is to protect me from all the pigs like you who only want to put their dicks in me… Whenever I'm unconscious or otherwise defenseless."
James just stared at her while being quiet and with a look of disbelief still on his face. "I don't believe you"
Rachel stepped closer to him, so close that their bodies nearly touched. "Why"
"If you had the opportunity to enchant a piece of clothing with such a spell. Why did it have to be from the S & M catalogue?"
Rachel stared into his eyes and then suddenly turned and walked away towards the door. "We have more important issues to discuss than my choice of clothing." She gripped the door handle and opened it. "Like the fiends and whoever that angel is".
She was about to climb the stairs now in front of her, but didn't. 'He saved my life, he deserves an answer.' She sighed hard and then turned around to face him.
"For the spell of extreme durability to work it requires me to make myself as vulnerable as possible. The suit is indestructible and protects me from one threat… But in the process it makes me weaker and more… exposed to other threats."
Rachel looked down and continued: "But that's not the real reason. The fact that it prevents all the rape-attempts on me is a bonus… But not the reason."
She looked at his eyes. "I just want to look… sexy. Without the fear of losing my suit from a simple cut to one of its more narrow parts."
She stared into his eyes with sincere look on her face and then slowly turned and walked up the stairs leaving James in the room with his mouth hanging open. "You coming or what?"