Author's Note

Sorry for taking so long to put this out, it took a bit of effort to type this out the way I wanted. Also, WARNING!!! This chapter will contain rape and torture. If you don't want to read that, please skip this chapter. If you see any grammar errors, left off or added letters, plotholes, or any questions about the story, please comment or pm me. Other than that, enjoy and thanks for reading.

Chapter Two: Pain.

“You sure about this, Igneous?” A man with a heavy accent asked near the doorway of the office. “I mean, don’t get me wrong; Your daughter’s crazy hot, and I have no problem roughin’ her up a bit. But to do it while she’s under the effect of Zania? No telling how mental she’ll be.”

Blake was the main ‘interrogator’ of the Syndicate. He was of average size, somewhere around five foot ten, had short, spiky, bleach blonde hair, obviously dyed that way. He had dark blue eyes and a pointy nose, which made him strangely alluring. Other than that, his features were reasonably typical. He wore a leather jacket with a black shirt underneath, wearing black pants with chains around the pockets, along with matching black shoes and a golden skull necklace around his neck. Unless someone were to pay close attention to his hands, it would go unnoticeable. But, he had a pain tattoo on the knuckles of his left hand, with a gain tattoo on his right. He was also somewhat built, noticeable by the cut sleeves on his leather jacket, revealing his muscles and the many tattoos on them. He had skulls, dragons, demons, and many other numerous things on his arms. Whether there were stories behind them, or he just got them because he thought they looked cool, were something only he knew.

“Oh, believe me, I’m sure,” Igneous responded without a hint of remorse. “I want Pinkamena to go through all this. After all, no sane leader has ever led for long. Considering the circumstances, we wouldn’t really have a choice. The real question here, though, is, are you ready? You will be torturing her every day for a month. That could be quite taxing, even for you. And I know how you like to use a different method every time. But you’d have to come up with at least thirty. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

The older looked over the younger, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake. Igneous had called him here about an hour before Pinkamena would wake up. He wanted to make sure he had been adequately informed of the job. Blake sat across from Igneous’ desk, keeping that smug smile on his face almost like it was stuck that way. This was the type of person Igneous wanted. The kind who could smile despite the situation. It meant they took no problem seriously and were never afraid.

“Am I ready? You serious, mate?” he scoffed. “This will be my biggest score yet! I’m going to love having her to myself for a month. There are so many things I can’t wait to show her! So believe me when I say I’m ecstatic to torture her! The only question is, how far am I allowed to go?”

There was enthusiasm in his voice, his smile and eyes showing just how excited he is. His eagerness similarly made Igneous smile.

“As far as I’m concerned, you’re free to implement any punishment you like. Break her, rape her, cut her, mentally get under her skin. As long as you don’t do anything that’ll kill or inseminate her, it’s all fair game. Just ask for it, and any tools you want will be given to you. You will, of course, be paid handsomely, but I doubt that’s why you’re here.”

Igneous instructed this with his usual calm demeanor, But his eyes betrayed the excitement he rarely felt. Blake nearly jumped out of his chair, laughing out with ecstasy. Never in his life did he look forward to a month like this.

“Great! When do I start!?”

“In about an hour,” Igneous reminded him. “Just go to the room, get the tools you need, and wait. Pinkamena will be brought to you in about ten minutes before she wakes up. She was given a small dosage, so the side effects will very much still be active. The only thing I ask is for you to wear your mask. It adds a certain element of horror. Unless you want her to recognize and be traumatized by your face. It’s only a suggest--”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Blake ran out of the room, unable to sit still anymore. Igneous collected himself, understanding the excitement all too well. Honestly, he knew the room was soundproof, but he was hoping he could hear the screams. The thought of all the things that were going to do in there almost made him wanna join. Except for the rape, of course. When Pinkamena wakes up, a very…interesting month will happen, and Igneous couldn’t wait to see the results.

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Pinkamena slowly began to wake up, the sedatives finally starting to wear off. The first thing she noticed was where she was and just how bad it looked. A wall, checkered black and brown, surrounded her. To her right was a table. It was like one of the ones at the hospital. Small and silver, with wheels on the bottom, so that it can move around. Instead of medicine or other medical stuff, the top of it was covered with various tools. This slightly scared her, she was sure most of those tools had no purpose other than to inflict harm on others, and she was probably that other.

She couldn’t see what was on her left, but from what she could tell so far, she probably wouldn’t want to. Then again, the room was very dark; she might not even be able to see that far anyway. The only source of light was a lamp on the ceiling, dim, at best.

Pinkamena tried to move but found she couldn’t. She looked at her hand to see what was stopping her, and it seemed to be shackles. She appeared to be on a vertical metal table, which she only recently noticed how cold it was. Pinkamena wondered why it felt so cold. While her clothes were cut up and ripped, they would still protect her somewhat. She looked down at herself to see what was wrong and was almost immediately filled with embarrassment and fear. Her clothes were gone! She was completely naked!

Her breasts were exposed, pink nipples erect, womanhood bare for anyone who walked in. But, that wasn’t the most noticeable part of her body; it was her scars. Pinkamena’s body was covered in scars and wounds that weren’t there before. All of them came from her time in the wilderness and her many encounters with its inhabitants. She had scratches, bite marks, bruises, cuts, and many other various injuries, some still healing. Whoever stripped her didn’t even give her that much. Her face went incredibly red with embarrassment and anger.

She began to violently shake, hoping to get somehow loose and get some clothes. But the shackles proved too strong; she wasn’t getting out anytime soon. Still, she kept thrashing about, not because Pinkamena thought she could free herself, but because she didn’t want to sit still. She had to try.

“Whoa there, love! The party hasn’t started yet, and you’re tryin’ to wiggle your way out?” A cold voice came from behind, startling her to cease her movements. “If you want, I’ll give you a reason to really squirm, hehe~.”

Pinkamena lifted her head back, gasping as a figure stood over her. He seemed to be her height, maybe a little shorter. He was hard to see, wearing all black and nearly blended into the surrounding darkness. Except for his face, he was wearing a mask, a skull mask, the kind a bunch of kids would wear Halloween. This mask had aged like he had been worn out from years of use. The white was faded and even gone in some parts, but it still very much covered his face. The mask covered his entire head; she couldn’t even see his hair. But she felt his eyes looking her up and down; he was checking her out, much to her dismay.

“Y’know, for only being so young, you got the body of a model,” He complimented mockingly, his fingers trailing down her side, causing her to tense up from the contact. “Ya got perky tits, though not too big, a slim stomach and some very lovely hips. A shame that I’ll have to cut you up in a few spots.”

“S-Shut up, fuckface!” Pinkamena growled, thrashing her bound body in an attempt to get out of his grasp. “Don’t f-fucking touch me! Slimball like you have to resort to this shit because you’re too pussy to approach a girl properly!!” The enragement overcame her flustered state. People like him didn’t deserve to see her embarrassed.

“Oh ho! Quite the month on you,” he crowed. “Should have expected that given ya been in a forest for so long. The experience surely damaged you, made you more... Vulgar. I like that; it makes it more fun when I put that filthy mouth to good use!”

He was no longer looking at her body; but into her eyes. While still angry and spiteful, he could see just how different she was. During Pinkamena’s time in the woods, Blake had decided to look into her. He watched a couple of videos on her, asked about her friends, claiming to be a cop, and looked into her record. She was the very definition of a high school sweetheart. All her friends liked and missed her, saying just how much of a great person she was. But even if she was a sweet piece of ass, Blake wasn’t a fan of the idiotic, bouncy, cheerful personality attached. Just wasn’t his type.

But the person beneath him was completely different.

Pinkamena was strong, ruthless, didn’t hesitate to kill, didn’t hold anything back. She was almost the exact opposite of what she used to be, and he loved it. Not only that, she looked much more appealing this way. Blake could see how subtly toned, and curvaceous her body was, despite the many scars and wounds on her body, though in his opinion, that made her all the more attractive, ridiculously well built. But, his favorite change about her wasn’t anything about her body; it was her eyes. They were dark, full of passionate hate, and they were beautiful. This girl was perfect, and he hadn’t even started on her yet.

“Y’know, I have never been more excited to torture someone more than you. And believe me, I’ve tortured lots of people!”

The way her expression shifted for a moment, showing a twinge of fear behind that angry scowl—God, how he loved it.

“Your daddy wants me to make sure you’re properly prepared, love. And to do that, we need to see if I can break you down. Whether you’re brainwashed or broken by the end doesn’t matter much to me. I’m just happy to have a playmate for myself for the next four or so weeks!”

The giddiness in his voice rightfully disturbed her, but upon knowing who was responsible for her impending doom only rose her anger to new heights.

“So that piece of shit doesn’t even have the balls to come down here and torture his own daughter!? What a pussy!!” Pinkamena spat. “Rotten bastard!! Get him down here! If I’m going to suffer, I WANT HIM TO WATCH, SO HE KNOWS HOW MUCH I DESPISE HIM! GET HIM DOWN HERE! NOW!!”

Pinkamena resumed struggling against her shackled, much harder than before. This intrigued Blake; he didn’t think he would find her trigger so easily. He could use this, but first, he has to show just who’s in control here. He walked over to the area right in front of her, grabbing her attention and making her stop squirming; she was still very much enraged.

“I see ya got some daddy issues, huh? Wanna talk about it? We’re going to be spending a lot of time together. Might as well let it out.”

“FUCK YOU!”

Pinkamena spit in his mask, trying to get into the eye sockets, but he simply just wiped it off with his gloves, not even slightly bothered.

“Oh, I will. Don’t you worry about that,” Blake chuckled. “It doesn’t matter, really. I read up on you; It’s not that hard to understand why you hate him so much. Not my place, though, as that’s not why I’m here.”

Blake turned to his right, fidgeting with some of the tools on the table. Pinkamena couldn’t see what he was getting, but she really wasn’t liking the sounds. Then, he turned around, holding something in his hands. It looked like a mouthpiece, but it was bigger and wooden. It also seemed to have a part on the front of it, almost perfectly matching her mouth.

“Now, I looked multiple times through your dental records and carved this just for you. You should feel special; I don’t do this for most of my victims. Only the ones who I know are going to be in excruciating pain.”

Before Pinkamena could reply, he took the few seconds her mouth was open to put it in. It tasted like a piece of wood, bland and nearly tasteless. Somehow, it fit perfectly with her teeth. It felt reasonably comfortable. However, she wasn’t able to talk, just bite. Dread returned as the reality of her situation settled in. Whatever he had planned, it was going to hurt—a lot.

“I do love your fighting spirit. Sadly, though, I’m going to have to take that out of you. Here’s hoping you’ll be broken in soon. One month is a terribly long time to relentlessly condition your mind to obey our ways. So… enough chit chat. Let’s see how long you’ll last!”

Strangely, instead of taking one of the various tools on the table, he pulled a sewing needle from one of his pockets. This greatly confused Pinkamena. It didn’t make any sense to use a needle on her. Unless he had some specific intention for it, like sticking it in her nose or stabbing her eyes, she earnestly hoped she was wrong. Then, without warning, he cut across her stomach. The pain was immense. Her stomach burned and hurt like no cut she’s ever gotten before. It felt sharper than any knife or fork; she nearly cried at the immense pain. Her body was screaming at her brain, telling her that her body was severely damaged and that she needed to stop the pain from continuing, but she couldn’t. The pain was so quick and excruciating that she bit down on the wood piece on her mouth almost instantly. She immediately regretted it. The wood was hard, hurting her teeth when she bit down on it so quickly and with so much pressure.

She’s bitten down on hard things before, mostly candy, and it’s never hurt this much. Her teeth felt like there were a bunch of miniature hammers banging against them at once, and it got worse every second. She looked down at her stomach, expecting she would see a deep gash on it and a pool of blood under her. However, to her surprise, there was almost nothing. The only indication that she had been injured at all was a bright, red scratch mark cutting across her stomach, not even deep enough to draw blood. Despite the fact that the pain was fading, it was still immense, confusing her more by the second, and it showed on her face. After ten minutes of just standing there and taking in her discomfort and confusion, he decided to speak.

“Hmm, not as arousing when you don’t know why things hurt so badly. You must be so confused about your body, so let me explain. Basically, the drug we used to knock you out, while effective, has risks. If the drug is used on the same person twice within twenty-four hours, the nervous system goes into hyperdrive, increasing your sensitivity to both pleasure and pain. It lasts for about six hours, which isn’t very long. But, don’t worry; I fully intend to make it the longest six hours of your life!”

Pinkamena could tell he was smiling smugly under that mask. Her face, though, had paled. She could feel the drug overwhelming her senses, the cold of the table now burning against her skin. Whatever fear she tried to hide was now as open and exposed as her youthful body. Pinkamena resumed her struggling, tears threatening to pour from her eyes. She wouldn’t cry; he would want that.

“That’s it, girl. Keep up the good fight! This is gonna be an extraordinary situation!” Blake stated excitedly. “I’ve never experienced it for myself, but I’ve heard stories. It’s said to drive people insane, pain far beyond what the human body could handle. Almost as if the threshold never existed while under the influence and torment. I’ll have to give it a shot one of these days! But this ain’t about me right now. I’m far more curious about what your mentality will be like when the drug wears off!”

Without warning, Blake lunged forward. This time, instead of just cutting her once, he did it multiple times. He cut wildly with the sewing needle, with no specific pattern or area. Just swiping randomly, like an artist with a paintbrush, and she was the canvas. The pain was indescribable, burning and cutting all over her entire body. Pinkamena was unable to focus on anything else. She was trying her hardest to endure it; she wouldn’t cry. Her long nails digging into the palms of her hands, cutting so deep blood began to roll down her hands, slowly but surely. She was biting much harder into the wooden mouthpiece, making her teeth ache in pain. She didn’t care; it was nothing compared to the pain on her body. After finishing his assault, Blake slowly stepped back, admiring his artwork. All over her body scratched, some deeper than others. But, not all of the scratches were on an exact part. Some of the scratches hit her scars, reopening some of them, causing her to bleed and cry in pain. Blood was all over her body, not because the cuts were deep, but because there were so many. At least she was warm now.

“Bloody brilliant! What an exquisite face! That’s a face similar to when I would maim someone, yet your injuries are so minuscule! It is amazing just how sensitive you are!”

Blake exclaimed all this with laughter, still holding the now bloody needle in his right hand, and she hated it. Pinkamena was livid. She jolted forward, making him jump back in surprise, dropping the needle in his hand. Despite all the pain, all the cuts over her body, she ignored all of it. She didn’t care; she only focused on one thing, him. Still, she couldn’t free herself from the shackles, being unable to do anything but look at her tormentor. Blake took a moment to collect himself before chuckling. “You must be in so much agony, yet you continue to fight! You’re a real piece of work, love, I’ll give you that. But the fun is just beginning.” Blake leaned over Pinkamena, the troubled girl able to see his gaze through the sockets. This wasn’t like the stare before though, he wasn’t leering at her body. No, it was like he was looking at an animal at a zoo, intrigued and curious.

Without warning, he moved his hands above her, towards the shackles. Then, Pinkamena heard a metal sound, and she felt the bonds get a lot tighter. She couldn’t even move her hands now; they were actually so tight, she was slowly losing feeling in them. Then, he crouched down and did the same thing with the shackles on her ankles, giving them a similar sense. Pinkamena was utterly restrained. The only parts of her body she could move were her stomach and her head, and she couldn’t move her head very far, like the way she was positioned prevented her from doing that. Blake stood up again, looking her in the eyes.

“There we go, good and tight! Gotta hand it to you, girly. I didn’t think you’d keep resisting this long, considering the intense amount of pain you’re going through. It’s beautiful, really. You’re beautiful.”

Pinkamena said nothing. Even if the mouthpiece wasn’t there, she had no words for him. All she wanted to do was struggle until she could break out of her shackles and kill him. But she was slowly losing more and more feeling in her limbs. barely able to even wiggle her toes or fingers now, all she could do was glare back at him intensely.

“Such fire in your eyes,” Blake continued to compliment, taking off his gloves to stroke her cheek. She tensed, feeling those big, pale hands trace along her jawline. “So hot and welcoming, wanting to hurt me. The feeling’s mutual, love. I want to hurt you too...”

Her eyes expanded as he trailed his fingers down her neck, along her collar bone, just a few inches away from her breasts. Pinkamena began to sweat profusely, understanding where he was going with this. A muffled sound came as he clasped her right mound in his palm, squeezing roughly.

“Y’know, I bet a lot of boys at your school would kill for a chance like this. A whole month to do whatever I want to this nice, soft body. Fuck… The more I think about it, the harder it is to hold back~!”

Blake walked around her, his other hand groping her left boob, causing Pinkamena to wriggle uselessly, unwanted pleasure and pain burning through her chest. While she had lost all feeling in her hands and feet, the rest of her body felt on fire. Her back and legs stinging from the cold steel while her body arched uncontrollably under the touch of her masked torturer. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, unable to stop her crying. Before the drugs had subsided, she would be violated in every sense of the word. Six hours of unimaginable pain awaited Pinkamena, the rest of the month to experience worse.

After fondling the girl’s perky breasts, Blake slid both his hands above her knee, slowly moving up. Groping and grabbing all the way, his cold hands making her body shiver, both in pleasure and from the cold. She didn’t want this, not with him, not like this. If Pinkamena could, she’d stop her body from enjoying the touch from such a sick person, but she couldn’t. Pinkamena wasn’t sure if it was because of her sensitive system or because she hadn’t been ‘touched’ in a long time, but it felt good, terrific. Better than anyone before, and she was mad at herself for it. Her mind was screaming at her to make him stop, not to enjoy this. But, her body was saying otherwise, enjoying the sensation but not understanding the situation.

Blake was going ever so slowly, both making her irritated and grateful. But, when he got to her thighs, gripping a bit harder than before, she felt nothing but self-disappointment. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning. This caused him to tense up, his head moving up and looking towards her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him back.

“Getting all excited for me, aren’t you? Maybe it’s not just the drugs making you overstimulated.” Blake teased before looking over her untouched womanhood, fingers tracing over her folds, earning another ungrateful shudder. “Such a pretty little pussy! Let’s see how many digits I can fit!”

Suddenly, he plunged his index into her folds roughly, making her eyes bulge out of her head. Her screams were muffled, the feeling absolutely horrible. Since she was a virgin, her vagina was tight, making it hurt even more with how roughly he poked his finger in and out. Pinkamena could no longer hold back; she began to sob as the pain became unbearable, but that didn't slow him down at all. If anything, it seemed to make him go even more profound. He plunged his ring finger in too, not caring how hard he had to be to get it in. Her sobbing increased, becoming little by little louder, seeming to motivate him to go harder. This went on for a few minutes, the pain seeming to multiply every second. She was barely able to stop herself from throwing up from the pain, as she would only have to swallow it again.

“Aww, c’mon now, love. I barely shoved a finger in you, and you’re already bawling your eyes out? Don’t worry, I have something that’ll make you feel much better!”

Blake said eagerly as he pulled out his large, throbbing, six-inch cock. She gazed at the phallic gland hatefully, shaking her head back and forth as he smacked his girthy rod against her vaginal lips.

“Get ready, love! I'm about to plow you like a field of soil,” Blake groaned, grinding his hips into hers, loving the way Pinkamena’s lower body quivered in need despite her apparent protests. And with a quick aim, he unceremoniously shoved it straight inside, making a loud slapping sound as it entered. His cock tore through her hymen almost instantly, sheer hot pain flaring through her core. She burst into tears right there; the agony was beyond words at this point. There was nothing she could ever even think about doing to him that could be more painful.

Blake pulled out his dick to the very tip, then slammed it back in at full force. Such a large penis destroyed her womanhood, making it bleed and sore, her body crying in agony, unable to stop it. He seemed to enjoy the blood soaking his cock, seeing it as nothing more than a lubricant, seeming even to arouse him even more. He grabbed Pinkamena’s left breast with his left hand, grabbed her right butt cheek with his right hand, and enjoyed what he was feeling. He grabbed hard, so hard that his nails were digging into her skin, drawing blood and pain. But Pinkamena didn’t even notice it, the agony in her loins blocking everything else out. She was now screaming at this point, her tears falling down her red face like a waterfall, one that wouldn't stop for a long time.

For what felt like hours, the agony was Pinkamena’s world. She could focus on nothing else, think about nothing else, feel nothing else, except for the pain. For twenty minutes, Pinkamena screamed, at least, as much as she could with a piece of wood in her mouth. Her face was blood red; her eyes dilated to tic tacs, her body covered in sweat and blood. This was true hell. But, after a while, she just stopped. No more struggling, no more screaming, no more nothing. She simply sat there with a blank look on her face, her only movements shaking, which was only because of Blake.

Then, suddenly, he pulled out of her. He then pointed his cock at Pinkamena and began to jack off; it only took a few seconds before he ejaculated, releasing a burst of semen all over her face and body. Despite this, she still didn’t respond. She simply stared blankly, not at anywhere specifically, just stared. Her eyes were blank and lifeless. The fire she had in her eyes was now gone; he had broken her.

Blake zipped up his pants, walked up to her, and looked into her eyes. Then, he stroked her cheek, slowly, seeing if he could get a reaction. When he didn’t, he said nothing. He then reached into his pocket, pulling something small and pointed, a needle. Still, Pinkamena did nothing; she didn’t even watch. She did nothing as he walked up to her and jabbed the needle in her arm; she just stared.

“Relax, love. It’s not the same drug as before. This one takes time to kick in.” Blake explained. “I only used it because I want to talk to you. Now it hasn't been six hours, but I'll let you off early since its your first day.. But I gotta say, girl, I’m very disappointed. All that fight snuffed out the moment I skewered you like a pig. You may be the first who I’ve tortured with the drug's effects, but I’ve had girls much stronger than you! I expected better from you, but eh! Can’t complain too much. You breaking in so soon makes my job easier! Now, there’s a lot more I want to talk to you about, but time’s up. Better get some rest while you can.”

Pinkamena had listened to his words but didn’t react in any way. The only time she did anything was when her head dipped down quickly. That was the drug kicking in. The last thing she saw was her torturer and rapist looking at her, and she knew for sure his mask hid an awful smile underneath.

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Pinkamena didn’t dream, nor did she have a nightmare. It was just black. For a few seconds, nothing. Though, it was probably longer in the real world. She didn’t really care though, after some of the things she’s been through, she would probably just have terrible nightmares. But, despite how horrible it may have been, it wouldn’t even compare to the hell she was living now.

She had woke up on the ground staring up at the ceiling, her body sore and beaten up, and still naked. But, unlike before, she didn’t really care. Honestly, she didn’t care for anything anymore. She just felt…broken. It was a strange feeling, but she didn’t dislike it. She didn’t really feel like lying on the cold floor naked and thinking about her situation, so, after an internal struggle with herself about getting up, she decided to sit up and look around at her new environment.

The first thing she saw was a wooden door, a big one. It was as tall as the roof but not very wide, brown and black. The door had a window with bars close together to keep her from reaching her hand through them. She tried to look through the window, but there seemed to be a metal panel on the other side, and as far as she could tell, it could only be opened from the other side. Overall, the door seemed like a cell room. Which meant she was in a cell room, and she was the captive.

Pinkamena stood up and decided to look around. If this was going to be her new home, she might as well get used to it. The roof was made out of concrete, a dark grey with blotches of color randomly spread out, most likely from age and use. The floor seemed to be the same, except there were many more blotches of color. The walls were also identical and seemed to have fewer blotches, for whatever reason. The room itself was relatively small; it was a two by two-room, with nearly nothing in it. The only other thing was an old, rusty bucket in the corner, which, she imagined, was to be used as a bathroom. It may have been unsanitary, but at least they gave her something. It’s still better than the floor.

Pinkamena noticed there was no bed or even a mattress. Either she was expected to sleep on the floor, or she had to earn it somehow. At the moment, sleep was the last thing on her mind. She’s been unconscious too many times for too long. Besides, even if she could, she wouldn’t sleep. There were too many things preventing her from adequately sleeping: hunger, her sore body, her emotional issues, just too many factors to sleep for long, if at all. Then again, after her time in the forest, she’s learned how to sleep with pain or hunger. That was different, this wasn’t the cruelty of nature. This was the cruelty of humans. Something much different and much worse. Though, she was both too mentally and physically exhausted to deal with anything.

All she wanted right now was to be left alone to her thoughts, despite how useless that would be. If she still had any fight in her, she would probably be using the bucket to try to break down the door, which wouldn’t work. But, she didn’t have any fight in her, she didn’t feel depressed either, she just felt…tired. She didn’t even feel like walking. She crawled to the corner opposite of the one the bucket was in, got into a fetal position, and just stayed there. Not crying or sobbing, simply just sitting there, catatonic.

Pinkamena couldn’t tell how long she was there; there were no windows in her cell to let her know whether it was day or night, but she was reasonably sure she had been there for at least an hour. And for that time, she just stayed in the fetal position, cold, hungry, tired, and alone. She probably would have stayed that way too, but someone had come in. She didn’t look up to see who it was; she didn’t really care. She just listened, as whoever came in unlatched the door, opened it, shut it behind them, and walked in front of her. She knew they were in front of her because she didn’t hear any more footsteps after they stopped in front of her, and whoever they were, they did nothing but stare at her for a few minutes until they finally said something.

“Look at me, love; we still have more to talk about. Well, I’ll be doing the actual talking, but you get the idea.”

Pinkamena was already familiar enough with his voice to know who it was. She looked up at Blake like he asked, she didn’t want to go against him. She really didn’t feel like dealing with any more pain at the moment. He was wearing his almost entirely black clothing, with his hands in his black jeans’ pockets. The only thing different was his mask. It wasn’t there. When she looked at his face, she saw his piercing blue eyes looking at her, none of his other facial features sticking out as much as them. His look wasn’t one of lust, nor was it one of dark curiosity. It was a look of pride. She could only imagine he was prideful because of what he did to her, and looking at her body reminded him of that. This should make her angry, but, for some reason, it didn’t. Even if she was, she was in no shape to do anything to him.

Blake said nothing as he kneeled down on one knee, now face to face with her. She didn’t flinch or tense up; she just stared back. He smiled as he started to speak.

“Well, look at you now! I wasn’t expecting to see you so obedient. There’s a good girl,” he chuckled. “But I hope you realize that nothing you say or do is gonna get me to stop. Every six hours of the day, I’m gonna have you on your knees or your back, screaming for me while I come up with new ways to better hurt and humiliate you. And I can be very creative, as you’ll find out. And by the end of the month, I’ll have you properly disciplined, so you don’t ever try to go against your father or us.”

For a second, Pinkamena flinched. The mention of her father still bothered her, almost enraged her, making her entire body tense up. But, this was temporary and only lasted a few seconds. But, having been looking her in the eyes, he noticed this spark of anger, and it made his smile even more expansive.

“Ahh, there’s that spark! And here I thought you didn’t have anything left. Looks like daddy’s still a sore spot for you, huh? Tell you what, love. Since you were such a good sport last time, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Something Igneous doesn’t want me telling you, but I want to say anyway.”

Pinkamena’s eyebrows raised for a few seconds, curious as to what this was. While she knew it would probably be something she wouldn’t like, she couldn’t help herself. The way he was saying it made it seem like something important, something she should know. Blake leaned closer to her, his voice lowering so that none could make

“While I was watching you in the forest, I noticed something. After you went into that cave and saw whatever you saw, which I don’t know what it was, you came out a totally new person. Your entire personality changed! You weren’t that goody two shoes who cried over a fish. No, you were something better! I don’t know what you saw in that cave, but it changed you. And the way you butchered those wolves! Bloody hell, I don’t think even porn has even turned me on that much! It was sadistic, dark, and by god, it was hot! I know that side of you isn’t gone; it can’t be. One night isn’t gonna completely break you. I can see it in your eyes, and you know it! Life will be better like this, love. After I make you obedient, I’m going to help you change even more! You’ll be sadistic, merciless. And after all the torture I’ve inflicted, I can guarantee you’ll be masochistic too. I’m going to make you stronger than you can believe! And by the end of the month, you’ll be unstoppable! A real killing machine!”

Blake put his hand under her chin, making her look directly into his eyes. His eyes were full of exhilaration, and Pinkamena couldn’t deny that some part of her was too.

“You’ll be just perfect~,” He said with confidence, the smile on his face never leaving. But, before Pinkamena could say anything, he kissed her. It was sudden, but she could feel the passion behind it. She didn’t like it, not one bit. But she didn’t try to stop him.

Then, as soon as it happened, it stopped. Blake stood up and straightened his jacket, walking toward the door. Pinkamena wasn’t sure whether this was some trick or if he genuinely liked her. But it didn’t really matter; he wouldn’t tell her even if she asked. No matter what it was, she was still disgusted with him. She hated him, everything about him. She just didn’t resist because she knew she couldn’t. What’s the point of trying to do something if you know you’re just going to fail?

As he opened the door, he suddenly stopped, reaching down to the left of the other side. She couldn’t tell what he was doing, but he seemed to be picking up something. Then, he threw a pile of something over his shoulder, not caring where it ended up. Pinkamena couldn’t tell what they were, not until they landed. When they did, she was mostly confused. They were clothes, she honestly hadn't expected him to just give them to her. She didn’t expect to wear clothes again for a while, especially not under the circumstances. But, she wasn’t going to complain; she wasn’t going to thank him either.

The shirt was a short-sleeved black t-shirt. When she put them on, they fit her perfectly. She wasn’t going even to ask how he knew her size; she really didn’t want to know. It was pretty painful to put clothes on, as it hurt for anything to touch her wounds. But she worked through it, she was slowly getting used to it. The panties were bright pink with multiple colored balloons all over them; those were straight from her room, she wasn’t sure whether to feel flattered or disgusted. The pants were black and soft and very comfortable. It felt…nice to be in clothes again, considering she hadn’t been in any real clothes since she had first gone into the woods. They felt warm; they were recently cleaned. She was still tense, though; there must be some catch.

“Oh, and before you ask, consider those a gift for being such a good fuck. I don’t do this for just any girl. But don’t get too comfortable with them. If I catch you wearing them when it’s time to torture you, I’ll rip them off. So you better leave them before and after our daily sessions. Check your pockets; I left you a present. Found it after you were taken away. Someone will bring you food in an hour. See you tomorrow, love.”

Blake shut the door behind him, humming happily as he walked away, probably going to set things up for tomorrow. When he left, she put her hand in her pants’ left pocket, searching for whatever ‘present’ he left her. When she didn’t find anything on her left, she did the same thing to her right. Strangely, it made a jingling sound when she did. There weren’t a lot of things that she could think of that would make that sound. She pulled it out quickly, wanting to know what it was. When she saw it, she nearly sobbed.

It was her sister’s necklace, the one she had found in the woods. Honestly, she hadn’t expected to see it again. She expected Igneous to burn it or something, but he didn’t. This was the last thing she had of her sisters, or probably ever will. She understood why he gave this to her, he knew this would drive her to revenge, and he was right. She would make him pay for what he did, no matter what. Pinkamena held the necklace to her chest, sobbing quietly to herself at the memories of her siblings and how much they didn’t deserve what happened to them. She wasn’t broken, not entirely; she was just in shock. She realized that now. But, she was going to pretend like she was, until either the months over, or he actually breaks her. But, she was going to try her hardest to resist, no matter what it took. She was going to make them pay, all of them.

She might let him change her; she wouldn’t be able to do it herself. She needed someone else to change her, someone capable, someone like him. Pinkamena decided to sprawl out on the floor, holding the necklace to her chest and sobbing until she fell asleep. What she was unaware of is what really awaited her. The month ahead will change her, no doubt. But the month after, when she’s going to be left to the mercy of a mad scientist. He wouldn’t just put her through pain and experiments; he would change her physiology. She wouldn’t be human anymore, nor would she be a monster. Before people call her a party animal, they’ll be half right after everything happens in the next two months. But that would be an understatement. An animal is something mother nature would make. What she would turn into would be human-made, unnatural, an abomination. But, in their minds, she would be the closest to perfection humanity would ever get.

And after everything, she will too.