Author's Notes:

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.

“Are you sure about this, Igneous? I mean, I have no issue torturing your crazy hot daughter, no offense. But, if I do this while she’s under the effects of Zania, there’s no telling what she’ll be like afterward. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still be able to ‘discipline’ her, as I’ll put it. But, she’ll always be a bit...off. Mentally unstable would be the closest term, but it’s still a major understatement.”

Blake said to Igneous, the main ‘interrogator’ of the Syndicate. He was of average size, somewhere around five ten. He had short, spiky, bleach blonde hair, which was obviously dyed that way. He had dark blue eyes, and a pointy nose, which made him strangely alluring. Other than that, his features were fairly normal. He wore a leather jacket with a black shirt underneath, wearing black pants with chains around the pockets. Wearing 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 fairly 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, who knows the stories behind him.

“Oh, believe me, I’m sure. I want her to be like that, after all, no sane leader has ever led for long. Besides, 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’s the longest you’ve ever done. And I know how you like to use a different method every time, I know you’re creative, but, you’ll have to come up with thirty methods. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Igneous said as he looked at Blake, wanting to make sure 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 properly informed of the job he was getting into. He was sitting across from Igneous on the other side of the desk, keeping that smug smile on his like he always did, and Igneous liked that. He liked the kind of person who could smile despite the situation; it meant they took no situation seriously and were never afraid.

“Am I ready? Are you serious? This is the biggest challenge ever given to me, and I like challenges! I’m going to love having her to myself for a month; there are so many things I can’t wait to do to her! So believe me when I say I’m ecstatic to torture her! The only question I have, is how far am I allowed to go?”

Blake said with excitement in his voice, his smile and eyes showing just how excited he is. He was nearly shaking with excitement; this puts a smile on Igneous’s face. This was perfect; this is exactly the kind of guy Igneous was looking for, she was going to be perfect.

“As far as you please, rape, burning, breaking, cutting, disease, even psychological torture if you want. As long as you don’t do anything fatal or permanent, like gas prices, the limit is high. Just ask for it, and any tools or anything you want will be given to you. And, as I said before, you will be paid handsomely, but I’m sure you’re not here for the money.”

Igneous said, his voice calm and almost instructing. But anyone could see the joy on his face, something he rarely shows. Blake nearly jumped out of his chair, nearly screaming out of excitement. He wanted to scream; he wanted to cry, he wanted to do a lot of things. This was going to be the best month of his life.

“WHEN DO I START!?”

He nearly screamed, almost forgetting who he was talking to. Luckily, Igneous was in an excellent mood, and let it slide. Blake’s smile faltered, but his joy did not.

“In about an hour, just go to the room you usually do, get the tools you need, and wait. She will be brought to you in about ten minutes before she wakes up, she was given a small dosage. But, don’t worry, 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 to take off your mask, so she’s scared by your face, it’s your option. ”

The second those words left his mouth, Blake ran out of the room, unable to stand still anymore. Igneous didn’t mind, he understood, he was excited too. 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 be going on in there almost made him wanna join, except for the rape, he had certain things he wouldn’t do, and that was one of them. But, despite that, when Pinkamena wakes up, a very…interesting month will happen, and Igneous can’t wait to see the results.

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Pinkamena slowly began to wake up, the drugs finally beginning to wear off. The first thing she noticed, was where she was, and just how bad it looked. In front of her was a wall, which was checkered black and brown, but seemed like that more of age than the actual color. 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. But, 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, and that was dim, at best.

She tried to move but found she couldn’t. She looked at her hand to see what was stopping her, and it seemed to be shackled. She seemed to be on a vertical metal table, which she only recently noticed how cold it was. She 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 breast was out in the open; her pink nipples erect from the coldness of both the room and the table she was on. But, that wasn’t the most noticeable part of her body, it was her scars. Her body was covered in scars and wounds that she did not have 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. Her womanhood was also exposed, whoever stripped her didn’t even give her that much. Her face was incredibly red, she was naked on a metal table, probably about to be tortured. Honestly, she would have preferred the woods; at least then, she’d know what to expect.

She began to shake violently, hoping to get somehow loose and get some clothes. Her shaking was in vain though, the shackles holding her down were strong, she wasn’t getting loose anytime soon. But she kept shaking, not because she thought she could get loose, but because she didn’t want to sit still. She had to try.

“Calm down there, doll. I promise you, after I’m done with you, you’ll have plenty of reason to shake.”

A cold voice came from behind her, startling her and making her stop shaking. Then, someone came around her left side. From the voice, she was assuming it was a guy. He seemed to be her height, maybe a little shorter. He was hard to see, as he was wearing all black. Except for his face, he was wearing a mask. It was a skull mask, the kind you’d see a bunch of kids wearing on Halloween. Except, this one was older like he had been using this same mask for years. 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 look, she felt his eyes looking her up and down, he was checking her out! This infuriated her; he was staring at her body, something no one had gotten to do.

She tried once again to move her arms and legs and covered herself, despite knowing she couldn’t. There was nothing she could do.

“What’s wrong? Why try to cover yourself? I don’t mind to see your sexy body.”

He said mocking her, making it obvious just how much this pleased him.

“SHUT UP FUCKFACE! YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THE GUTS TO STRIP ME WHILE I’M AWAKE! YOU HAVE TO DRUG ME, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!”

She suddenly screamed at him, hating his attitude. She decided to push away her embarrassment, people like him didn’t deserve to see her embarrassed. Her face was still red, but not because she was embarrassed, it was because she was enraged.

“Oh? Have you a mouth on you? I really didn’t expect that. I mean, I knew being in the forest for so long would toughen you up, but not make you so…vulgar. Something in there must have really damaged you. Good. That means breaking you will be so much easier, and fun.”

He said smoothly, seeming actually more excited than before. He was no longer looking at her body; he was looking at her eyes. While still angry and spiteful, he could see just how different she was, and he liked it. While she was in the woods, Blake had decided to look into her. He watched a couple of videos on her, asked about her to her friends, claiming to be a cop, and looked into her record. She was the very definition of good, all her friends liking her and missing her, saying just how much of a good person she was. And, while she was still hot, he didn’t like that. He never liked idiotic, bouncy, cheerful people like that, wasn’t his type. But now, she was different; she was better.

She was strong, ruthless, didn’t hesitate to kill, didn’t hold back, she was the almost the exact opposite of what she used to be, and he loved it. Not only was she completely different, and she was going to be more so when he was done with her, but she had a body. He could see how fine 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 emotions and pain, and they were beautiful. This girl was perfect, and he hadn’t even started on her yet.

“You, I have never been more excited to torture and corrupt someone more than you. And believe me, I’ve tortured a lot of people.”

At that, her face changed, she now had a face of fear. Her face going pale and her eyes expanding, and god, did he love it!

“Yes, that’s what I’m here for. Your daddy wants me to fix you to our side, brainwash you. But to fix something, you first have to break it. So, I’m going to torture you until you're broken, and then torture you some more, until you’re on our side, or our slave, whatever I’m in the mood for.”

He said in a sultry voice, barely able to hold himself back. But, once again, Pinkamena’s face changed, going back to her more angry features.

“THAT PIECE OF SHIT DOESN’T EVEN HAVE THE BALLS TO COME DOWN HERE AND TORTURE ME HIMSELF?! WHAT A PUSSY! WHY DON’T YOU SEND HIM DOWN HERE INSTEAD?! THEN I’LL SHOW YOU JUST HOW BROKEN I AM!”

Pinkamena suddenly started thrashing against her shackled, much harder than what she was doing 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 thrashing, she was still very much enraged.

“So, got some daddy issues do we? Wanna talk about it? We’re going to be spending a lot of time together, after all, might as well talk.”

“FUCK YOU!”

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

“Alright, that’s fine, I see how it is. It doesn’t matter, I read up on you, after all, I could probably guess why you hate him so bad. But, I won’t, that’s not what I’m here for.”

He 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. I don’t do this for all my victims, but, you’re special. I’ll only use this every now and again though when I deem whatever I put you through is exceedingly painful.”

She was about to reply, but, he took the few seconds she opened her mouth to put it in, doing it a lot faster than she thought he could. It tasted like a piece of wood, bland and nearly tasteless. But, it fit perfectly with her teeth, it felt fairly comfortable. But now, she wasn’t able to talk, just bite. Suddenly, she found herself terrified. He said he would only use this when he was going to do something terrible to her, which meant she was about to experience something horrible.

“You got a lot of fight in you, and I like that. But, sadly, I’m going to have to get that out of you, forcefully. But, hopefully, you break soon. After all, I only have one month with you, and the process of brainwashing your mind takes time, and pain, for you. So, let’s start, shall we?”

Strangely, instead of taking one of the various tools on the table, he pulled a sewing needle from one of his pockets. Which greatly confused her, 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 seriously 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, positive she would see a deep gash on it, and a pool of blood under her. But, 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. But, while 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 watching her suffer from pain and confusion, enjoying the look on her face, he decided to speak.

“As arousing as it is to watch you suffer, I hate being confused, and I’m sure you do too. You must be very confused about your body, and why things hurt more than they should, and I will explain. I don’t know the chemistry of it all, just the cause and effect. 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. Making you way more sensitive, to both pleasure, and pain. Though, the person who it’s used to wakes up faster, due to the drug overlapping itself. It lasts 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.”

She couldn’t see his face, but she could tell, he was smiling. Her face though had paled. The realization of his words hitting her, and for the first time in the last month, truly terrifying her. He was going to torture her, and probably rape her, and there was nothing she could do. Both the realization and the pain were taking a toll on her; she wanted to cry. But, she wouldn’t, she couldn’t, he would like that.

“Come on now, don’t tell me the fights out of you already. Then again, this is an extraordinary situation. I’ve never experienced it myself, but I’ve heard stories. It’s said to drive people insane, pain far beyond that of anything. Being tortured by someone while under this is said to be a fate far worse than death, I’ll have to give it a try, I’m curious. But, this goes in my favor too. I don’t know what your current mental state is, but, I imagine, it’s at least damaged. This is also my first time torturing someone under this; I can’t wait to see what I can do to you!”

Without warning, once again, he lunged forward. But, this time, instead of just cutting her once, he did it multiple times. He cut wildly with the sewing needle, 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, she 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. But, 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 a clear 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, but not because the cuts were deep, but because there was so many. At least she was warm now.

“Absolutely marvelous! Your face is perfect! That’s a face similar to when I would maim someone, yet your injuries are so miniscule! It is amazing just how sensitive you are!”

He was nearly laughing as he exclaimed all this loudly, still holding the now bloody needle in his right hand, and she hated it. She didn’t felt angry, or enraged; she felt livid. She suddenly lunged 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. But, despite all her efforts, she couldn’t break loose. Her emotions were still there, but there was nothing she could do about it. After thrashing against her shackles toward a surprised Blake, she stopped. Being unable to do anything but look at her tormenter, with a look of utter spite, but instead of being angry at her for surprising him, like she thought he would, he started laughing. It was loud and sounded happy, and she didn’t like it. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, simply just staring at her, and she could practically see the grin on his face. This wasn’t like the stare before though, he wasn’t looking at her body. No, this stare was different. Almost like a person looking at an animal at a zoo, intrigued and curious.

Suddenly, he started walking toward her, still keeping his stare. When he got to her, he moved his hands above her, towards the shackles. Then, she heard a metal sound, and she felt the shackles get tighter, 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 feeling. She thought she felt trapped before, but now, she couldn’t even thrash against them now, she almost couldn’t move. 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. Before she could even try to move, Blake stood up again, looking her in the eyes.

“You, I like you. I honestly wasn’t expecting you’d have any fight in you, considering the intense amount of pain you went through. It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful.”

She said nothing, both because she couldn’t and because there was nothing she could say. The mouthpiece could only be removed by hand, and she couldn’t exactly use hers. If she could, she would be thrashing against her shackles in an attempt to even scratch him, but she was slowly losing more and more feeling in her limbs. She could barely even wiggle her toes or fingers now; she was basically paralyzed. The only thing she could do was look at him, and she was, intensely. The thing was though, is he was looking back, and he was keeping eye contact.

“Oh, yes, give me that look, I love that fire in your eyes. It looks so hot and welcoming. Hopefully, you are too.”

Then, strangely, he started to take off his gloves. His hands were big and pale, it was too dark to tell, but they seemed to have tattoos on them. He then threw the gloves to the left, like they were meaningless to him. This confused her; she wasn’t sure why he was taking off his gloves now until his words meaning hit her. He wasn’t talking about her being hot and welcoming; he was talking about HER being hot and welcoming. Her eyes expanded, she began to sweat profusely, he was going to rape her.

“What’s wrong? Realize what I meant? Wow, it usually takes the other female ones I have a few minutes to get it. You’re smart too, every second you seem to arouse me more and more.”

He said nothing more, as he began to walk toward her, his intent even more obvious in his body language. She could do nothing; she had lost all feeling in both her hands and feet, she was unable to move them. Sadly, she still had to feel the rest of her body. Which meant she would feel everything he did to her, she really hoped the drugs weren’t still in effect. She could barely stop herself from crying when he was cutting her; if rape was as painful as it sounded, and her nervous system was still sensitive, she would be in unimaginable pain.

He put both his hands on the areas 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. And she hated it. She didn’t want this, not with him, not like this. If she could, she’d stop her body from enjoying the touch from such a sick person, but she couldn’t. She 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, really good. 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. If her body weren't going into such a state of pleasure, she would be doing all she could to stop him, but she couldn’t. Her body wouldn’t let her.

He 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.

“Well, would you look at that, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Or, maybe it’s just the drug making you oversensitive. Honestly, I don’t care either way. All I know is I’m going to enjoy this very much so, and I don’t care whether or not you are!”

Suddenly, he plunged his index into her folds roughly, making her eyes bulge out of her head. No longer did this feel good, it felt horrible. Since she was a virgin, her vagina was tight, and since he was so rough, it hurt even more than it should. She could no longer hold back; she began to sob, the pain becoming too much to bear. This didn’t seem to make him slow down, if anything, it seemed to make him go even deeper. 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.

“You dirty little bitch! You think this hurts? I’ll show you pain; I’m going to plow you like a goddamn field of soil!”

He said eagerly, as he pulled out his large, throbbing, ten-inch cock. He didn’t hesitate to shove it straight into her, making a loud slapping sound as it entered. It broke through her hymen almost instantly, making the pain she felt before mediocre. She burst into tears right there, in too much pain to care about her pride anymore. No, this wasn't pained any more. This was pure agony, completely excruciating; it was beyond words. There was nothing she could ever even think about doing to him that could be more painful, nothing she could do to anyone that could be more painful.

He pulled out his dick to the very tip, then slammed it back in at full force, once again, making a loud slapping sound. Such a large penis was destroying her womanhood, making it bleed and sore, her body crying in agony, unable to stop it. He seemed to enjoy the blood on 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, and grabbed her right butt cheek with his right hand, enjoying 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 pain 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, but was really only thirty minutes, the pain 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 just sat there with a blank look on her face, her only movements being that of shaking, and that 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 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 blank and lifeless, the fire she had in her eyes was now gone, he had broken her.

After noticing this sudden change, 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.

“Don’t worry doll, it’s not the same drug as before, it’s a different one. This one takes time to kick in, but not long, I only used it because I want to talk to you. Now, I know I said six hours, and I didn’t lie, every day for the rest of this month, I’ll be torturing you for six hours. But, I have to say, you disappointed me. You may be the first who I’ve tortured with the drug's effects, but still! I’ve had girls weaker than you last days! Even weeks! Honestly, I expected better. But, I won’t complain anymore. You breaking so soon makes my job a bit easier, but, it also lets me do something a little extra. I’ll talk more to you later; we have much to talk about, but, time’s run out. You should be blacking out right about now. See you later, hope you dream of me.”

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 if she could see his face, she was sure he would be smiling.

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Pinkamena didn’t dream, nor did she have a nightmare, it was just black. For a few seconds, it was just black. 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 terrible it may have been, it wouldn’t even compare to the nightmare 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 laying 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. It was brown with black lines going down it, the lines only separated by a few inches. The door had a window but had bars on her side, the bars too close together to stop 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 door. 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 the same, seems to have fewer blotches, for whatever reason. The room itself was quite small, it was a two by two room, with nearly nothing in it. The only thing in the room other than her 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.

She 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. But, she wasn’t really concerned about sleep at the moment, 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 properly 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. But, 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, thinking.

She 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 fairly 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 here 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, doll; we still have more to talk about. Well, I’ll be doing the actual talking, but you get the idea.”

She knew who that was, she was already familiar with his voice, and his grunts. She looked up at him 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 the pockets of his black jeans. 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.

He 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 then smiled and seemed to almost chuckle when he started to speak.

“Well, look at you. I wasn’t expecting to see you like this, so obedient already. That’s good; I like that. But, I’ll tell you now, no amount of begging is going to stop me. I’m going to torture you every single day for six hours, and something you need to know about me, I don’t use the same method twice. You see, one of the many things we have in common is creativity. I’m very creative, which is something you will find out. Not only will I torture you, but I will discipline you. I will make you loyal to us, make you never even want to question us, or your father.”

For a second, she 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 him smile even wider.

“Oh, you’ve surprised me yet again, Pinkie. I wasn’t expecting you had any fight left in you, that’s good. It’ll make my job a bit harder, but much more enjoyable. But, I didn’t come here just to tell you what I’m going to do to you and why. No, there’s something else I’m going to do to you, something Igneous didn’t tell me to. This is something I want to do, something you may or may not like.”

Pinkamena’s eyebrows raised for a few seconds, curious as to what this was. While she knew it was probably going to be something painful, but, she couldn’t help herself. The way he was saying it made it seem like something important, something she should know.

“Curious, are we? Don’t worry, I’ll tell you. 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, we didn’t even know that place was there, you changed. 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. The way you killed those wolves, I don’t think even porn has even turned me on that much! It was sadistic; it was dark, it was hot! I know that side of you isn’t gone, it can’t be, I know it’s not. Despite me having broken you, I know you’re still like that. I can see it in your eyes, and you know it. But, you could be better, I can make you better. After I make you obedient, I’m going to change you even more. I’m going to make you a sadist, and after all the torture I’m going to put you through, I can guarantee I’ll have turned you into a masochist too. I’m going to make you even darker than you are, I’ll make you stronger, I’ll make you unbreakable, doll.”

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

“I’m going to make you perfect!”

He said with confidence, the smile on his face never leaving. He wasn’t lying; this wasn’t some trick, he was serious. But, before she 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 couldn’t stop it, she just let him. Then, as soon as it happened, it stopped. He then stood up and straightened his jacket, and then walked 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 landed. Pinkamena couldn’t tell what they were, not until they landed. When they did, she was mostly confused. They were clothes, which is what confused 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 a bright pink with multiple colored balloons all over it; 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.

“Before you ask, I only gave you those because you were such a good fuck. I don’t do this for just any girl; you’re different than the others. But, don’t get too comfortable with them, when I start torturing you, you will leave them here, that’s not up for debate. Check your pockets; I left you a present. But, don’t think I gave it to you because I wanted to give you a reason to keep that fight in you, you’ll know what I mean what when you see it. I know you must be hungry, someone will bring you food in an hour. See you tomorrow, love.”

He 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 the left pocket of her pants, searching for whatever ‘present’ he left her. When she didn’t find anything in her left, she did the same thing to her right. Strangely, it made a jingling sound when she did. Which confused her a bit, 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 before; 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 off, 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 would call her a party animal, after everything that will happen in the next two months, they’ll be half right. But, that would be an understatement, an animal is something mother nature would make. What she would turn into would be humanmade, unnatural, an abomination. But, in their minds, she would be the closest to perfection humanity would ever get.

And after everything, she will too.