Part Two - 05 | Animal

[Warning: This chapter contains depictions of sexual assault.]

"She's awake, Marshal."

"Go on, leave me alone in here with her. Stand guard outside the room. Make sure no one comes by." Marshal listens to the footsteps trailing softly out of hearing range. Gone are the students, his colleagues in this operation. He looks down at the girl tied to the chair and crosses his arms over his chest defiantly, a smug look on his face.

There is silence for only a moment before the boy speaks up. As Pursena's eyes flutter slowly open, she is met with the sight of him and the intimidating aura resonating with his very presence.

"Morning," says the boy. Pursena simply locks eyes with him, confused and afraid. Just a moment ago she felt herself fleeing through a wide doorway. Yet here she is, tied to a dusty wooden chair.

At first she contemplates saying something to him, but why bother? What would be the point? She quickly understands she's being held hostage, she is at this boy's mercy along with everyone else's, so why? Why fight and bicker when she can't even move her arms or legs?

She glances down at her binds. The mere sight of them causes her mind to spin and flash back to being tied down by Boss... by Y/N. What a night that was. To be held down and harshly restricted by wooden tentacles is not a fantasy the dog-girl has ever held in her mind. She shakes off the harrowing thought and looks up into the boy's eyes once more.

"Let me go," she pleads through a weak whisper.

"Now why would I do that?" Marshal hisses, grinning all the while. "I finally have you. The others have your sister. It would be no fun if I were to just let you off the hook."

"What do you want?"

In response to the direct question, Marshal stops to chuckle to himself. He uncrosses his arms and claps his hands gently together as though he were mocking the girl's fright. "Isn't it obvious? We want payback."

"Who's we...?"

"You're an idiot, mutt. The whole damn school wants you gone. So we all got to devise a little plan, you see." The boy paces around the room, circling Pursena like a raven focused on their confined prey. "Originally we were just going to beat you up. You know, a few broken bones, a bloody nose, a black eye — that kind of stuff. But I recently learned a little something about you specifically."

Pursena watches the boy pace around her, not daring to react in any way. She's afraid but she refuses to put her curiosity on display. Instead of tilting her head or asking for confirmation, she only continues to stare at the boy, awaiting answers.

Marshal stops pacing. "You are meant to be my father's newest slave," he finishes.

Hearing this, Pursena's eyes go wide. "Your... father..."

"The great Augustus, renowned for his vast collection of loyal slaves. Yes, that's my old man." Marshal laughs, a sound of crooked glee that twists Pursena's stomach into knots. "Unfortunate for you, Father wants you earlier than planned. That's how I'm cleansing the school. Your sister will be beaten and battered and left on her own, while you become a good-for-nothing sex slave for my father."

Desperation runs rampant through the beast-girl. Rather than sitting still, she thrashes hard against her binds, caring not for how they sting and chafe her skin. She just wants out.

"Let me go! Let me go!" she cries, but every plea falls on deaf ears. She looks frantically around the dimly lit room, finding nothing but abandoned classroom equipment and Marshal himself. "Please! God, don't do this—! I don't wanna be—!"

Her cries are abruptly cut off when the boy grabs her face tight, pulling up on her chin and forcing her to stare into his eyes.

"Quiet. I wasn't done." Marshal's expression is firm now, but the more he stares at the girl, the softer his face gradually becomes. Soon he is almost smiling again, looking up and down the girl's features.

"My father's men won't be here for a while. That means you're to be obedient while you're tied up here," he whispers almost seductively. "So until then..."

Pursena's eyes dart down to the boy's other hand. "Stop. Stop that..."

She can do nothing but hardly struggle when Marshal places a hand atop her breast.

"I said stop," she whines again but it's of no use. Struggling against her binds is of no use. Crying for help is of no use. No one will hear her.

"Father isn't the only one who can have fun," the boy says, directly avoiding Pursena's eyes because he is focused rather on her chest.

He even manages to get a little whimper out of her when he grips her a little too tight.

"This is just a taste, mutt, you might as well get used to it early. Father will be doing much worse to you. So allow me to make this count for us both."

Pursena closes her eyes. She cannot bear to look at this boy anymore. Staring into the eyes of her violator, to her, is just like gazing at her own personal demon. This boy is not a student, he is a monster. The spitting image of his slave owner father who bears no respect for women.

She can't even think straight. She wants out. She just wants out.

"Look at you, so obedient," says the boy. "Good girl. Very good girl."

Pursena shakes her head. "All of this... because I bullied you...?"

"You tortured me and everyone else and you know it. Being my little puppy for a while is the least you can do before you're enslaved for life."

Puppy. The word makes Pursena's head spin. Puppy. That's all she is now. Stuck, afraid, completely powerless. Just a puppy.

Marshal silently moves his hands from the girl's chest to the buttons in the middle of her uniform. Pursena's eyes snap open as soon as a button is popped out of its socket.

"Wait! You can't — please don't!"

But Marshal isn't listening. In his mind, he is the Master. And the Master does not bow down to his victims.

He pops another button off. Then another. Then another, until Pursena's bra squeezes out of her white-clad uniform.

"That's better. What a view," he says, his lips turned up into a heartless grin. "Now, as for this skirt. It's a little long, don't you think?"

Pursena whines once more. "Stop... stop it. Please, just — stop."

Marshal kneels before the girl, his hands on the edge of her long uniform skirt. His eyes run up and down the length of the scarlet fabric, then his fingers motion upward, slowly threatening to reveal Pursena's legs.

"Stop!" she shouts and tries to kick, only to be held tightly back by the ropes. "Stop...! Please! You...!"

Her skirt rolls up higher, inching closer to showing her knees, then her thighs... and all the while Marshal is never removing his eyes. He lets out a low laugh, setting his gaze on the girl's hips, and then...

...

"Hands off!"

A voice booms from within the room. Marshal stops just before he gets what he wants and turns to face the door which is now wide open.

"Wha—!"

The boy can't react in time before a fleeting silhouette strikes him in the head. Having been dealt such a blow, he goes flying, tumbling far away from Pursena.

The silhouette zips through the air at breakneck speed, latching onto the boy even as he lay there on the ground. He cries out in agony as his face is stricken with bloody blows, one after another.

The one dealing them? Linia, of course.

"Fuckin' rat! Little scumbag!" she howls as she pounds the boy's face in relentlessly. Not even magic can save that monster from her endless assault.

Pursena watches from her chair, fidgeting slightly to make her skirt fall back down over her legs. For a second she couldn't recognize the person coming to her rescue, but as Linia continuously insults the boy whilst beating his ugly face in, Pursena begins to understand.

"Linia...!"

Linia doesn't even respond. She's too busy beating the snot out of the Marsh boy. She's in her own little world, one bent solely on making sure he never touches her sister again.

Pursena looks to the door from where Linia first emerged. She gasps upon finding another familiar figure stepping into the room with their fists clenched and a determined look in their eyes.

...

Pursena feels tears come to her eyes. "Boss..."

You stare longingly at the girl, wiping the sweat from your brow. She looks truly delighted to see you. And you have to admit, you're equally as delighted to know you weren't too late.

Although it's hard for the girl to smile at this moment, you give her a beaming smile of your own to show her you're here, and that she is safe.