After a rather difficult start to life you find yourself working for Silco. You grow closer and closer to two of your colleagues, Ran and Sevika. But will your complicated past drive them away?
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tw: brothels, rape, incest, abortion, abuse, nightmares, panic attacks, violence, fisting, strap ons, drug use, face sitting, fingering, squirting
warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact.
Chapter 6: Shimmer
You woke suddenly a few hours later, not because of your normal nightmare but instead due to a new haunting vision in your dreams.
Sevika, bloody and broken. Fighting for her life against too many opponents for even her to handle.
You shot up out of bed and ran to the door. You swung it open to see Sevika standing there in Ran’s doorway. Her eyes were tinged purple and shimmer was poring to the floor from her metal arm.
She was supporting herself against the wall in front of you, flesh hand dripping in blood and clutching her metal arm. You let out a short scream and ran to hold her. She didn’t speak, just letting you move her into Ran’s room.
You brought her inside as Ran turned on their bedside lamp, still rubbing sleep from their eyes. They looked up at you both, confused as recognition dawned on their face. They leapt out of bed still naked and ran to help you usher Sevika into a chair. You knelt down beside her and took in the sight before you, mind slightly numb.
She was breathing hard, still clutching her metal arm, which upon inspection had a knife sticking out of it. She had cuts on her face, a bloody lip and her trademark cloak was missing. Ran came down beside you and looked up at her with wide eyes as well.
“You should see the other guy…” Sevika groaned quietly. At the sound of her voice you snapped out of your trance and instructed Ran to fetch their medical supplies you knew they kept in their bathroom. Ran moved to do as you said whilst you checked Sevika over for more injuries. She had bruises forming on her abs and a blood dripping from a wound to her chest, but you were glad to see that the blood on her hands didn’t seem to be her own.
Ran came back swiftly with their box of medical supplies and handed it to you, they moved away again and you heard the tap in the bathroom running. As you continued assessing Sevika’s injuries they returned with wash cloths and a bowl of warm water. Ran handed one to you as they set to work removing Sevika’s metal arm from where it attached to her shoulder. You were grateful they were here to do it as you weren’t too sure how to safely remove the machinery.
You dipped one of the cloths into the warm water and started cleaning her injuries. First you worked on the large gash across her chest that had slashed her vest open at her collar bone. She groaned and cursed, you weren’t sure if it was because Ran was detaching her arm or if it was because the gash was deep and the dried blood had stuck to her skin. You’d need to stitch this one up you thought as you finished cleaning it. Fresh blood was oozing from the torn flesh, luckily Ran had placed Sevika’s arm on the table and had their hands free. “Ran, I need you to apply pressure to this wound. It’s still bleeding.” They did as you told them taking gauze from their supplies, opening it and applying pressure to Sevika’s chest. She groaned again at the feeling but sat still, allowing you two to work.
You moved on to her face and washed away the blood as gently as you could. The purple tone was slowly leaving her eyes, you could see she was gritting her teeth and holding back her reactions. Having used shimmer a few times yourself, you knew that she was most likely holding back from violently pushing you two away as you were both causing her pain. You tried to work quickly so as not to cause her anymore distress. Luckily you were able to clean her up fast and the only real concern was the gash on her chest.
Ran still held the gauze down firmly as they stood behind Sevika. Once you’d finished wiping all the blood away from her hands and Sevika confirmed that it wasn’t hers, you asked Ran to remove the bloody gauze from her chest. The wound was starting to clot and you knew you needed to clean it quickly to avoid infection. “Ran, take her top off. Sevika, I need to get you to lay down so I can stitch this up.” You told them both as you moved to the bathroom to wash the blood from your hands and get more water.
You came back into the room and Ran was trying to get Sevika to cooperate with them but was failing “I don’t need stitches. I shouldn’t have come back here.” Sevika was gripping onto Ran’s flesh arm with her own and was holding them back from undoing her top. Ran’s face was twisted in pain as Sevika had a strong grip on their arm and was crushing it in her hand. You knew the shimmer in her system was the issue. “Sevika. Let Ran go, you’re hurting them. I’m not leaving you to get an infection and die. Stop being stubborn.” You saw anger flash in her eyes but she dropped Ran’s arm. You knew that she’d never meant to hurt them but was still being affected by the drug.
“Ran, get her a strong drink and a cigarillo, she’s going to need it.” You told them through gritted teeth as you approached Sevika to remove her vest. You looked down at her and saw she was looking tired and upset. You bent down and kissed her head. “I’m not angry at you. I just need you to listen to me. Let me help you.” You whispered against her hair. “Fine.” She muttered back.
Ran had some booze tucked away in a cupboard so came back to the table and gave Sevika the whole bottle to drink from. She took a swig as Ran handed her a cigarillo from a pack you guessed they kept in their room for her. Ran lit it for her as Sevika let you remove her vest. “Okay, you can sit here whilst I clean the wound. Take another sip of your drink because it won’t be comfortable.” Of course she knew this already but you felt the need to warn her anyways.
You poured some antiseptic from Ran’s supply onto a clean cloth. Just as Sevika finished swallowing more alcohol you wiped at the wound. Sevika took it better than you thought she would, you had worried she might try to push you away or hurt you. Instead she tensed up until the pain retracted enough for her to let out a long groan. “Well done. Let me look at it” you said firmly as Sevika took a drag of her cigarillo.
“Okay, finish that and lay down. You do need stitches and you’re going to behave and let me do it.” You told her as you packed away and went to wash your hands once more.
“You done this before, princess? I don’t need any more injuries.” She called out to you. You were glad to hear her let out a short laugh as she spoke. Seems the drug was wearing off now.
“Plenty of times. Nobody ever looked out for me before so I took care of my own wounds. Had to stitch my own face up in the mirror. That’s why the scar is so bad, it’s hard to hold your hands still when you’re in that much pain.” You told her as you helped her up to lay on the bed. “Your life’s been fucked up, little girl.” Sevika said as you gently laid her back on the mattress. You ignored her.
“Ran, can you hold her please?” You said as you picked out a needle and thread. Sanitising them the best you could. Sevika scowled at Ran as if to dare them to touch her but Ran held her arm anyways. You moved quickly, wiping away any fresh blood from the gash, sanitising the area once more and started stitching her up. The needle went through her skin smoothly and luckily Sevika gripped hold of Ran’s hand as you worked. It took you less than a minute to seal the wound. You ripped the thread with your teeth and assessed your work. It was as clean as it could be given the circumstances. You grabbed some fresh gauze and bandaged her up.
“You’re done.” You said as you stepped away to clean yourself up. You’d not realised till now but you’d been naked this whole time, must have been the adrenaline. “Thanks” you heard Sevika mumble. “Ran, I’m getting a T-shirt, you want to one too?” You said as you opened one of their drawers. “Yeah, thanks” they said as you threw one over to them.
You walked back into the bathroom and stood looking in the mirror for a moment. That nasty healed wound on your face the only thing you could see. Everytime you had to stitch up another person’s wounds you swore you could feel the pain of the needle puncturing your own face. You thought you’d lose your eye that night when your father straddled you and cut open your face. The words he spoke that night ringing through your mind “You’re mine! Nobody will ever want you now.” Luckily the worst of the injury was to your cheek. You hated that scar. It played on your mind every time you looked in the mirror, you felt it made you less beautiful, less feminine. Not that Sevika or Ran had ever said anything of the sorts but men in the brothel had. Shouts of “This one’s damaged goods. I’m not having her!” Called out in your head, you’d figured that was part of the reason you’d been sold to the fight pits. That and your shit temper.
“Baby, you okay?” Ran called out to you from their room. You collected yourself and left the bathroom. “I’m fine” you lied and made your way to where Sevika and Ran were laying in the bed. Sevika was resting now, you didn’t think she was asleep but her eyes were closed, the shimmer withdrawal most likely kicking in. Ran was laying down beside her stroking her hair.
“It’s still early, you should get more rest” you said to Ran as you sat in one of the chairs at the table. “You not going to sleep?” They asked you softly. “I don’t think I’ll manage to rest easy. I need to watch her.” You responded quietly so as not to disturb Sevika. “Fine I’ll stay awake with you, I’m not letting you sit here and worry alone.” You just rolled your eyes at them, smiling down at the floor. “Where’d you learn to stitch up wounds?” They asked you as they continued stroking Sevika’s hair. “My father used to run a back alley surgery when I was a child. He taught me to do it. He didn’t particularly care about the people he treated, they were mostly too poor or had injured themselves doing something illegal so they didn’t want to see a real doctor. He treated everyone, never asked questions. Just took their money and did the bare minimum to fix them up.” You replied as you settled back in the chair. “My techniques are probably not the best but it always did the job for me. My father used to get me to tend to the patients when he was too drunk or couldn’t be bothered to deal with them. He wasn’t a good man.” Ran just nodded at your words and smiled as they said “I think you’re good.” All you could do was laugh. Sevika let out a soft snore and you knew she was asleep now.
“You called me your girlfriend last night. What was that about?” You asked Ran, they looked up from Sevika and smiled at you. “It feels like you’re my girlfriend. We spend every day together, we sleep in the same bed most nights, you make me laugh. I like it…” they said looking you dead in the eyes. You felt them staring into your soul but not in a bad way, it sent warmth through your body. “Is that what you want me to be? Your girlfriend?” You asked with a small shake to your voice.
“Yeah, I do.”
Oh. This was happening. Right now.
“I can’t promise I’ll be good at it. I’m needy, and disobedient. I’ve got a shit tonne of baggage and I’ve never been someone’s girlfriend before.” You responded looking at the wood grain on the table. Your fingers fiddled with your collar. “Besides what about Sevika?”
“She didn’t tell you? I thought you knew… she’s already my girlfriend.” Your head spun round to look at them, eyes wide and mouth open. “What?! But what about the girls from The Gardens?” You asked, completely shocked now. “And neither of you thought to mention this?” Ran laughed softly and shushed you as they continued stroking Sevika’s hair.
“That never bothered me. She normally likes soft femmes and I’m nothing like that, so I let her play around. We share something deeper than just sex. We got together around the time I lost my hand. She helped me a lot and we got really close, but we knew it was more than friendship.” You just stared at them as they continued. “When you came along it was like something switched in my head. The same way it did when me and Sev got close. I wanted to protect you and help you figure yourself out. I saw she was interested in you too and it only made me love Sev more, that probably doesn’t make much sense…” they trailed off as they smiled down at Sevika’s sleeping form.
“What do you normally like?” They gazed up at you confused. “You said Sevika likes femmes… so what’s your type?” They looked you dead in the eyes. “Sevika, and you. I don’t do types or appearances. I don’t even do one night stands or brothels. I just love who I love.” You nodded, then Ran spoke up again.
“Speaking about things you don’t know. I found you.” Your eyes turned back to them slowly as you just said “What?”
“I was on a stakeout for Silco, looking into some dodgy guy who messed with one of his deals. He used to go to the fight pits a lot and bet on you. I started going so I could track him leaving and figure out when he’d be alone so I could mess him up.” You stared at them again, you couldn’t handle all this in one night.
“He’d bet on you every time. So I’d watch you and you amazed me, so much raw power and anger. I could never look away, you were too beautiful. So I did some more background work and found out how they kept you and who they got you from. It disgusted me, I knew I needed to get you out of there. So I told Silco, I suggested making you an offer knowing that you’d most likely do well here with us.” You shook your head, tears falling freely from your eyes although you made no sound. Ran got up to move now, they knelt down in front of you. “I wanted to tell you when you first came but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t just blurt it out. I didn’t mean to start liking you like this, but I couldn’t help myself once I got to know you.” They wiped away your tears and stood to hold you against them. “Please don’t be angry with me… don’t hate me…” you pushed back away from their warmth and stood up to hold their face in your hands. “Hate you?! Be angry?! How could I, Ran? This is a lot… it’s too much… I just need time to work this out in my head. But I’m grateful to you, I’d probably be dead by now if it wasn’t for you.”
They nodded and went to kiss your cheek but you turned so you caught their lips. You kissed them passionately, trying to express your emotions through it.
You pulled away and whispered “I can’t give you an answer now but I will. I just need to process this.” Ran nodded and held you close.
You and Ran took shifts watching over Sevika as she slept. She wasn’t in any real danger physically but neither of you wanted to leave her alone incase she woke up and needed you. Then there was the matter of her arm… Ran had looked at it as you shared coffee in the morning, they said that it needed the shimmer chamber swapping out and a few new wires but other than that it was mostly okay. You were relieved as tomorrow was your meeting with Finn and you wanted Sevika to feel comfortable being near him and you knew she’d need her weapon for that.
You asked Ran if they were there when Sevika lost her arm. Turns out they were in the factory that day, and were one of the few of Silco’s crew who made it out okay.
“When she wakes up she’ll be pissed about the arm. She hates not having it working, she thinks she’s not as useful to Silco. He’ll make her go get it fixed and he won’t want her to go alone since she’s vulnerable like that, so we’ll tag along. And she might not like you seeing her like this so don’t be concerned if she’s extra rude today.”
Sevika slept most of the morning, you and Ran hopped in the shower one by one and by the time she woke up you were getting ready in Ran’s room. You were sat in front of their mirror as Ran braided your hair into two plaits. They had already sectioned your hair into two cute buns on the top of your head and were finishing off the last braid as you applied some mascara. “Stop moving! You’re ruining this one.” Ran scolded you as they pulled you back from the mirror by your hair. “Oowwww!! You made me poke myself in the eye! That bloody hurt Ran. Great… now my eye is watering!”
You heard Sevika groan and you stopped bickering. “You’re both so loud, why can’t you just shut up?” You tried moving to go check on her but Ran kept a firm grip on your hair. “One second! You can go see Miss Grumpy in a minute, let me just tie this up” they were trying to finish off tying your braid in a hair band as you were wiggling from their grip. “Raannnn!!”
You whined as they let go of your hair and you fell forward slightly.
“Sevika, are you feeling okay?” You said as you rushed over to her. She groaned in response, her arm slung over her eyes. “Sev, answer her properly. We were worried about you.” Ran said joining you by the bed.
“Yes, I’m fucking fine. I’m just tired and my arm is fucked.” She replied grumpily, sighing deeply. “She’s fine” Ran sighed and left to go get her some coffee and breakfast.
You sat by Sevika on the bed, but you didn’t touch her wanting to give her a bit of space. “I’m glad you’re okay. I’m going to need to check your stitches though and change your dressing.” She moved her arm down and pulled the covers back slightly “Check away, princess.” She mumbled, not making eye contact with you. You moved closer and pulled back the bandages and gauze. The wound looked fine, it was already starting to close nicely, you suspected from her continued use of shimmer. “You’re fine. Let me grab the fresh dressing and I’ll get you a cigarillo.” You went to move but she grabbed you with her hand.
You looked down at her confused slightly “I’m sorry about last night. When I’m on that stuff it just makes my adrenaline go crazy and I get mean.”
You sighed at her and stood up as she released you. “I know what it’s like. I’ve taken it enough times as well. Not for a while but I remember the feeling well. You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” You left to go get Ran’s medical supplies again. When you returned Sevika was sat up against the headboard of the bed. You worked silently and she eventually looked at you. You still wore Ran’s old T-shirt even though you had done your hair and makeup. “You look cute” she said. You smiled at her as you finished off sanitising the wound on her face, she flinched as you applied the antiseptic. “Thanks, your partner did my hair…” you teased.
She looked at you slightly surprised and asked “So Ran told you?” You nodded as you put the antiseptic away. “Ran told me a lot of things last night. That you’re their girlfriend. And how they were the one to find me for Silco. And that they want me to be their girlfriend as well…” you made eye contact with Sevika at that last comment.
You weren’t sure how she would act once you said that but she smirked at you… “And what did you say? Are you their girlfriend?” You shook your head and watched Sevika’s smirk drop. “I told them I need to think about things first. I’ve gone through a lot of shit and I can’t promise that I’ll always be nice to be around…” She laughed at that. “And you think I am? Have you met me? I’m a bitch!” You whacked her thigh lightly and stood to put the supplies away. You came back and went to sit on the bed but she pulled you in to straddle her.
“Seriously though… would you be okay with it?” You asked her as you brought a cigarillo to her lips and lit it. She inhaled the smoke deeply and said “Princess, you know I would be.” You watched her blow the smoke out of her lips, second hand smoke filling your own lungs.
“Come here.” She pulled you in for a kiss, it was deep and careful. Like whatever emotions were in the air were too delicate to touch. “I thought you already knew about us? Thought Ran must have told you during your little sleepovers” she asked once you’d both pulled away. You shook your head again and laughed, “so you both thought the other one had told me?” She didn’t answer just pulled you in for another kiss.
You heard Ran approaching the door and they opened it with their elbow. “Stop making out you two! Why do I have to feed you both?! You’re like children.”
You jumped off of Sevika, ignoring her groan and rushed Ran, wrapping your arms around them tightly once they’d put the tray down. They were almost knocked off their feet by your sudden embrace. “What the fuck?! Sev, what did you do to her?” Sevika looked over at you both “I didn’t fucking do anything.” She grumbled and got up to grab the ash tray and finish her cigarillo. You rested your cheek on Ran’s shoulder “I just missed you Ran-Ran. What food did ya make me?” You said as you steered them back towards the table. They pulled your arms off of them and moved you to sit down. They bent down near your ear and said “I made you scrambled eggs, sweet girl. Now behave and eat them.” You saw that Ran had also made you toast and had squirted ketchup into a heart shape on top. “A heart! Ran, that’s cute!” You said deliberately all sweet. “That’s what I think of you baby” they replied.
Then you saw Sevika’s portion as Ran took it over to her, the sauce was just piled on top in a red blob. “Sevika’s looks like a period… is that what you think of her?” Sevika scowled at you and Ran laughed. “Yeah exactly. She’s a pain in my guts.” They said but affectionately planted a kiss to her head. “You can both fuck off” Sevika grumbled as she started eating, “I’m going to get crumbs in your bed for that.”
Eventually you all finished and went go get dressed. You went back to your room, having stolen one of Ran’s seemingly endless supply of white tops, this time it was their white sleeveless turtle neck which cropped nicely under your boobs. You chose to wear black shorts which your arse cheeks poked out of slightly and thigh high socks with Ran’s old boots. You went back to Ran’s room to grab your harnesses and weapons. Sevika had left to go shower and change. You’d only let her do it alone if she promised to not get her dressing wet.
“Stop leaving your blades lying around my room I keep getting them mixed up with… oh” Ran interrupted themselves whilst they walked out of their bathroom.
You were turned away from them bent over slightly as you fastened one of the harnesses to your thigh. You went to turn around but they stopped you with their metal hand on your shoulder. Their flesh hand coming down to pinch your bum hard. “Ooowwww Ran that hurts. Oh shit, did my arse bruise?” You asked them as you stood up properly. They simply hummed affirmatively and wrapped their arm around you to grab your breast with their metal hand, the other hand pushed past the waistband of your shorts and into your pants. “Rannnn… stopppp” you whined as they forced their fingers in between your folds and attacked your clit.
“No I won’t, you can’t walk around here with your arse hanging out and not expect me to play with you. Not to mention that those are my girlfriend’s hand prints on your arse, makes me want to trace them with my tongue and bite you.” You tried wriggling from their grasp, admittedly not very hard but they enjoyed you putting on the show, not to mention, it stimulated your clit as their fingers moved. “Ran, get off you little freak.” You elbowed them in the ribs and they moaned. “Why are you always so horny?!” You whined again as they grabbed ahold of your cunt and pressed you against their chest as their palm pushed into your bud. “I told you. Seeing Sev’s marks on you makes me want to add my own to your skin. Just hold still sweet girl.”
They released you and knelt down so your arse was in their face and grabbed ahold of your hip. Ran then bit down hard on your arse cheek and sucked the skin into their mouth. “Ran!! What are you doing?!” You shrieked. They lent back and ran their thumb over the mark they’d made. “There we go! Mine as well.” They said as they spanked you lightly.
Just as Ran stood Sevika came into the room. “What are you two doing?” She asked with a scowl on her face. She had another cloak on, you thought she must have an endless supply of them. “Just messing with your princess” Ran responded as they moved away from you and finished getting their weapons in place. Sevika rolled her eyes and took a seat. “Did you look after your dressing in the shower? I don’t want to have to do it again till later.” You approached her but she just shot back “I did. Okay?” You just left it after that not wanting to annoy her further. “Ran, can you help me with my arm?” She called out, trying to ignore the obvious disappointed look on your face. You went and silently perched on the bed out of the way.
Ran fixed her arm back in place and you sat back on the bed fiddling with your collar out of nervousness. You tried to remember that Sevika felt vulnerable and scared without a working arm, you getting up in her business wouldn’t help.
When you were all ready to go Ran grabbed your hand silently and gave it a squeeze before grabbing their keys and moving to lock their door. Sevika was already half way down the stairs by the time you both caught up to her.
The walk to Ran and Sevika’s mechanic took ages. Apparently Sevika had already informed Silco this morning about how the job last night went wrong so she was cleared to take the two of you out.
You trailed behind Ran and Sevika as you walked through The Lanes into a section you didn’t remember ever going to before. The buildings towered high above you, the only light source being glaring neon lights. The streets this deep in the undercity were dangerous and dirty. You were glad you weren’t alone and couldn’t imagine Sevika coming down here without her arm functioning properly.
Eventually you made it to a particularly well hidden shop, the sign that informed passer-by’s that it was a mechanics was broken ironically. The light inside the sign blinking sporadically at you. Sevika pushed the heavy door open and went in followed by Ran who held the door open for you. You smiled at them as you walked past.
You entered the dark shop and were immediately hit with the smell of machine oil and metal. The shop floor was tiny and made to feel even smaller but stacks of what looked to be half finished projects and second hand machines. A few examples of prosthetics lined the wall in dusty cases and you found yourself staring at the intricate designs. “Dahlia is interesting… she took over her dad’s business when he died, he used to make factory parts but she always had a passion for weaponry and prosthetics. Melted the two together pretty well if I do say so myself” Ran told you whilst they flexed their mech hand at you. You wondered to the back of the store and Sevika was already standing at the counter having rung the little bell that was perched on the messy front desk.
“Comingggg!” You heard an unfamiliar voice call out, then you were greeted with something you weren’t expecting to see. A gorgeous woman walked out from the back, the first thing you noticed about her was her beautiful long blonde hair that was half pulled back into a bun, you assumed so it wasn’t in her face whilst she worked. Dahlia had a slim beautiful body but still had defined curves, she had tattooed skin and piercings all up her ears. Her face was something else, you’d only ever seen girls like her on posters or beauty products. Even in the brothels you’d never seen someone like her, she had a sharp bone structure and beautiful blue eyes that lit up when she saw your two companions.
“Sevika! Ran! To what do I owe the pleasure? Who broke my artwork this time? Hmmm?” She pointed a screwdriver at each of them accusingly.
“Lia… quit it. I need you to fix this today. Silco will pay you double.” Sevika said as she pulled off her cloak and revealed the damage to her metal arm. Lia spoke again “Booo! Sevika, you’re so boring. Fine let me look.” She pulled Sevika in so her arm rested on the messy counter, Dahlia was very liberal with her touches to Sevika’s mech arm, you’d never get away with that. But you guessed it was okay since she was the one who created it.
You didn’t think Dahlia had seen you yet, you were behind Ran and being a little shorter than them you were able to stay out of sight and observe.
“I’m guessing that was done by a blade? They totally wrecked the shimmer compartment. Damn. Took me forever to design that. Lucky I have the blue prints still.” With that the blonde disappeared.
Ran moved away from where they were standing, obviously getting distracted by something shiny on the other side of the store. You were now in clear view for when the mechanic returned. “Ohhhhh who’s is this is pretty little thing? She belong to you Sevika? Or is she Ran’s toy?” She asked clearly delighted by your presence. You were on edge though, not many people in Zaun were so friendly straight from the get go. “Lia focus, she’s not missing any body parts for you to replace.” Dahlia rolled her eyes and pouted but started taking Sevika’s arm apart. You stood back and watched as the inner workings of Sevika’s arm were revealed.
Ran had vanished behind a stack of metalwork so you were left to your own devices. You listened to Sevika and Dahlia talk about how the arm was functioning day to day, things that Sevika noticed needed improving and how Dahlia’s business was doing.
“You know there’s a stool behind you cutie?” Dahlia called out to you at one point. “Come sit down, you can watch me working if you like?” So you did just that, even though Sevika scowled at you when you picked up the stool.
Dahlia looked you up and down as you approached the counter. “You one of Silco’s lot?” She asked you in her excited voice. You looked to Sevika who ignored you so you decided it was okay to reply. “Yeah.” Dahlia continued working on Sevika’s arm as she talked “Don’t get many pretty things like you down here. More used to this kind.” She pointed her screwdriver at Sevika again, who looked less than impressed. “Y/N, go find Ran and sit with them. You’re distracting Lia.”
You felt like that was an unfair statement. Dahlia could probably get distracted in an empty room, as was clear by the numerous half finished pieces of work around the shop.
You went to find Ran. They were sat with their eyes shut in a corner, they had the audacity to nap when you were being told off just for breathing near Sevika. “Your girlfriend is being an arse.” You said as you perched down next to them and nudged them with your elbow. “Told you she’d be extra mean today.” They said with their eyes still shut tight. Ran reached out and pulled you in to them, you rested your head on their shoulder. The lack of sleep last night must have caught up with you because dozed off in the stuffy shop.
You woke up to the sound of whirring and clinking metal. Ran was opening their eyes too, they must have fallen asleep as well. They moved towards you and kissed you on the nose. “Don’t tell Sev we fell asleep or she’ll choke us with her new arm.” They winked at you as they spoke.
You both stood up and went to see what was going on. Sevika was testing out her arm which looked to be fixed. “You should try it out with shimmer to make sure it actually works properly. Not that it wouldn’t but you know, in case and shit” you heard Dalia call out from the back of the shop.
You didn’t think that was the best idea, not with the way Sevika had been acting today. The last thing you needed was for an already grumpy Sevika to be hopped up on Shimmer. You weren’t going to say anything though, you already felt like she hated you today.
“Fine. Whatever.” Sevika said and loaded a vial into the compartment, you heard the mechanisms click into place as the vial shot into the shoulder piece and injected the drug into her blood stream.
You watched as Dahlia ran out from the back and squealed in delight as Sevika’s arm blew out steam and glowed purple. You saw her eyes change colour and a scowl formed on her face. The energy in the room changed as Sevika’s energy changed. You could feel the tension and anger pouring out of her.
“Right it works. Here’s the money Lia” Sevika handed Dahila a bag of coins, seems like Silco pays top dollar to keep Sevika’s arm in check.
Dahlia took the coins, not even bothering to count them before stashing them away in a bag on her hip. “Ran, do you need anything? Hand working okay?” She asked them as she walked around the counter and approached you two. “Yeah it’s working fine. I do as you told me, oil it every other day, and make sure to get any blood and flesh out of the joints after a fight.” Ran told her as Dahlia took their metal hand in theirs and gave it a once over.
You could feel Sevika getting antsy to leave, her feet were shifting where she stood, you could tell she was already feel the paranoia from the drug kicking in. Ran could tell she was ready to leave as well so pulled away from Dahlia.
“We should get back to Silco. Thanks Lia!” Ran said as they grabbed your shoulder in their flesh hand and steered you towards to door, which Sevika had already opened and was stepping through. “Fineeee. But you should bring your little friend back if she also loses an arm! Seems like it’s a requirement in your job. See ya!” Dahlia shouted as Ran ushered you out of the door. You contemplated what she said for a second, you’d never thought about it before but both Sevika and Ran had sacrificed so much for Silco.
You wondered if you’d be willing to lose an arm to get him closer to his goals.
The walk back took half the time with the drug running through Sevika’s veins. You and Ran both had to jog to keep up, so by the time you’d made it to a higher, busier level of The Lanes, you were out of breath and slacking behind. Sevika didn’t even notice, she was too busy powering on ahead. She was getting on your nerves today but you tried to remind yourself that it really wasn’t her fault.
Ran slowed a little to fall instep with you and said “We need her to get that drug out of her system. Ideally before someone pisses her off. All it’d take is someone shoulder checking her right now and she’d blow up.” You knew Ran was right, Sevika was lucky that people were already scared of her so when they saw her coming they moved out of her way, fast.
“How the hell do you suggest we do that, Ran? You want us to fight her? I don’t fancy my chances right now.” You whispered so Sevika wouldn’t hear you guys talking about her. “You’ve taken shimmer before. How does it make you feel?” Ran asked, you knew they’d taken it too but they were obviously trying to play a game and lead you to a conclusion they had already come to. “Unstoppable, powerful, everything is heightened, and I get really really horny…. Oh.” You stopped and looked at Ran but they pushed you to keep walking before you lost sight of the grump ahead of you.
“Ran!! You want to fuck her like this? She’d be the death of you.” You scolded them as you picked up speed. “Well actually I do have a job to do this afternoon… I’m meant to be trailing someone, it’s a one person assignment. But youuuuu… Silco didn’t have a plan for you today other than babysit Sev, and I’d say getting her back to a safe state of mind is part of that.”
You rolled your eyes as you rounded the last corner to the bar. “Fine. But you have to come rescue me when you get back. I’m going to need some serious aftercare.” You told them as you pushed them with your shoulder, knocking them to the side slightly.
“If I promise I’ll come back to you as soon as I can you’ll take care of her? Take my keys, use my room.” Laughing at you a little, Ran opened the door to the club. Sevika had already gone through, slamming the door open and letting it swing back hard. You ducked under Ran’s arm that held the door to the bar open for you. “Why your room?” You asked them, looking around to see where Sevika had gone. “You’ll need a bigger bed.” Was all Ran gave you as they placed their keys in your hand. “See you later, hot stuff. Try and make it out alive, I still want to get my answer before you die. Oh and take care of my girl for me, she’ll have a drop when the shimmer leaves her system.” Ran pulled you in and kissed you on the lips then they disappeared.
After a rather difficult start to life you find yourself working for Silco. You grow closer and closer to two of your colleagues, Ran and Sevika. But will your complicated past drive them away?
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tw: brothels, rape, incest, abortion, abuse, nightmares, panic attacks, violence, fisting, strap ons, drug use, face sitting, fingering, squirting
warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact.
Chapter 4:
The morning flew by fast as you and Ran had a number of collections to attend to. You had to give out a few final warnings to a couple of nervous shop owners. That didn’t make you feel good at all, you knew Silco ruled through fear and respect but you weren’t sure you’d get used to threatening struggling business owners.
Ran noticed you went quiet on your walk back to The Last Drop. “What’s up Y/N? Your scar playing up again?” They asked as you turned down a dark alleyway. It may have been daytime but that really didn’t make a difference this far down.
“No, it’s not that.” You responded quietly. “Is it the final warnings we gave out?” They asked back as you crossed paths with a hooded figure coming the other way. “Don’t worry, Silco won’t make us go and do the final collection. He sends Sevika with some of the larger men for backup, that way…” they didn’t get to finish their sentence as you heard someone rushing you.
Ran pushed you hard behind them with their metal hand. They knew you could stand up for yourself but you had the protection money on you today. You turned fast, grabbing your large blades in your hands before you even knew what was actually happening.
The hooded figure was attacking Ran, they had what appeared to be a rusty blade in their hand which was dangerously close to Ran’s face. Luckily Ran had been able to stop them at the last second by grabbing their wrist just before the blade made contact with their skin. You moved forward with precision pushing your way in between the two, blade moving fast, cleanly slicing through the attackers arm. They jumped back with a loud yell as they went to grab their now stump. Their hood dropped down in the panic and you saw it was a shimmer addict. Large tumour like welts growing across their face made bile rise up in your throat.
A dangerous voice came from behind you. “That was a stupid fucking idea wasn’t it?” Ran scolded the sallow almost ghoulish looking man. You stepped forward into his space and he tried crawling away from you.
“I-I’m sorry I d-didn’t mean to” he stuttered out, his exit now blocked by Ran who had stepped around him. He noticed this and cowered, pulling his hood over his face and curling into the fetal position. “Like shit you didn’t mean to, you had a blade to my face!” You’d never seen them this annoyed. It almost turn you on.
You pushed that thought aside as you spoke “It’d be a mercy to kill you. With a wound like that you’d be dead in a day. Not like you have money to get help from a doctor.” You put your long blades away as he was no real threat and you stepped closer to him, bending down then removing his hood from his face. You were grateful for the leather gloves you’d picked up on another trip to the armoury as you wouldn’t have touched his dirty clothes otherwise. His bloodshot eyes met yours as you said “it must be your lucky day my friend, I’m in a merciful mood.”
Silently you removed a blade from your thigh harness and before he’d even noticed your movement his throat was slit. You stood up and looked down at your blade, gross purple tinged blood covered your knife which you promptly wiped on the cloak of the now dead man before you.
Ran was looking at you, slightly shocked. You cocked your head at them and said “you okay?” They replied “yeah. That was kind of cute…”
“Cute?! What the hell Ran I just killed someone!” You responded with a laugh. “Yeah but he was all up in my face… and the line about being merciful was kind of hot.” You moved forward into their space, backing them up against the dirty wall.
“You’re a little freak Ran. You like it when I kill someone for threatening you?” A dangerous smile spread across your face. They didn’t say anything back but you watched as they swallowed. “I’d kiss you, but the dead body is kind of killing the mood.” You turned away from them and carried on walking through the alleyway. “Come on Ran, if you stay here any longer another one of those shimmer addicts might pop up” you called back to them.
They ran to catch up with you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into their body. “The corpse doesn’t bother me…” and with that they leaned in and kissed you passionately.
You made it back to the bar without anymore incidents. The two of you went to drop off the protection money to Silco. As you entered his office you looked down to your left and saw Sevika sat on the couch making repairs to her metal arm as she gave Silco updates on what you imagined was this whole mess with the stolen shimmer and Finn.
“So Finn is demanding a private meeting with you so you can apologise for his men getting torn to shreds.” Sevika told Silco as you walked up to him and placed the bag of coins on his desk. Silco sighed as you handed him the clipboard with the results of your collection run. He flicked through them as Sevika carried on working on her arm.
“You got most of the money I see, you two.” He asked solemnly, his eyes never meeting either of yours. “Yes sir, there were only two businesses who couldn’t pay today so we told them to expect a visit from Sevika next week” Ran replied.
“Thanks for that Ran.” Sevika said sarcastically, she was tightening a screw in her arm, paying no attention to you. That was, until she said “Finn had a special request for the meeting.” Her eyes flicked up to you as she spoke. “He wants the new girl there.”
Your eyes widened as she spoke, you turned to Silco to try and gage his reaction. “I noticed his attention on you during the last Chembarron meeting.” You didn’t say anything in return, not trusting whatever would come out of your mouth to be pleasant. “I told him to fuck off.” Sevika said huffing a laugh out as she flexed her hand, testing to see how it moved. “And what was his response to your eloquent words Sevika?” Silco questioned her. “He refused to come then. So after some heated words back and forth I told him she’d be there but he wasn’t to hurt her.” Your mouth hung open slightly at her response, you felt Ran tense beside you. It was Ran who spoke up in your defence “I don’t trust him not to try. He has a thing for pushing girl’s boundaries. Heard it from Babette’s lot.” Your eyes flicked over to them now, you saw their bleached eyebrows were drawn into a scowl, their jaw clenched tight.
“Yes we’re all aware of his behaviour Ran. However, you’re to be there that night. Sevika will be there too so you’ll be perfectly safe, not that you need her protection. I heard from her that you’re pretty lethal.” Silco drawled on, tossing the clipboard onto his desk. You guessed that was as close to a compliment you’d ever get from Silco.
You didn’t look down at Sevika but you could hear her lighting up one of her cigarillos. Your eyes instead were trained to the floor as you spoke “Yes sir. I’ll be there.”
“Good. Ran I’ll need you to watch the door when he comes, I don’t need anyone disrupting us. This is a delicate enough situation.” Silco said and with that he dismissed you and Ran.
You found yourself migrating to the bar with Ran. They seemed to steer you that way after Silco told you that you had to be there to meet with Finn. They sat you down in a booth and left to go get you a strong drink. Everything was a bit of a blur, the club was still quiet with it being early in the evening but you weren’t all there to notice it.
Ran returned quickly with two glasses of amber liquid and a shot each. They sat down next to you and distantly you heard them speak, but you were caught up with all the thoughts in your head so didn’t really hear what they said. They called your name and that’s when you snapped out of it. “Babe… are you alright? Have some of your drink, you’ll feel better for it.” They said softly, their flesh hand placed gently on your own.
You pulled your hand away from theirs and picked up the shot, downing it without even caring about what spirit it was. They were looking at you with a concerned smile. “Where’s your head at sweet girl?” They asked you as you slammed the glass back onto the table. “Why do I need to be there? I don’t have anything to do with that whole shimmer mess. I wasn’t even working for Silco when it happened!” You spat angrily, reaching for your other glass.
You sipped the Whisky slowly, not wanting to make yourself sick. The anxiety building in your stomach was already doing a good job at making you feel that way. “You heard what Sevika said though. He wouldn’t come without you being there. Did he see you at the Chembarron meeting?” Ran asked throwing their shot back too.
“Yeah he definitely saw me. Wouldn’t take his eyes away from me. I could practically feel him undressing me with his gaze the whole time Silco was speaking! Ran, what the fuck does he want with me.” You complained a bit more about how creepy Finn was at Ran for a few minutes longer until you were interrupted by a looming figure.
“Hey Ran. Silco wants to speak to you about a job tomorrow.” Sevika’s unmistakable voice sounded. You didn’t look up at her though, choosing instead to swirl your drink and watch the dark liquid move against the glass.
“I’ll meet you up in your room babe” Ran said, downing their drink in one and leaving the glass on the table. You looked up to nod at them and watched as they stepped around Sevika to leave. You saw them exchange a look that you didn’t quite understand…
Sevika took Ran’s spot next to you as she reached into her pocket with her flesh hand. You could feel the warmth radiating from her as you carried on sipping at your drink. You watched her pull a pre-rolled joint from a tin and she lit it, took a drag, then offered it to you. “Fancy something stronger? You look like you need to take the edge off.” She asked in her deep voice.
You didn’t make a move to take it, continuing to sip on your drink instead. “Come here” she said, she took another pull of her joint, placed it in the ashtray on the table. Then you felt her warm hand reach out and grab ahold of your jaw. She tugged at it slightly as her lips moved closer to yours, you moved with her, opening your mouth to accept the heady smoke from her lips. Just before you moved away your lips brushed hers lightly, but she pulled back to look down at you.
“Look I’m sorry about this whole thing with Finn. You know you’ll be fine though, I’ll be there.” She spoke, as you breathed out the smoke through your nose. You just nodded at her and replied quietly “it’s not your fault Sevika. You told him no but he wouldn’t accept it. That’s exactly the vibe I get from him. We both need to keep him happy for Silco’s sake.”
She continued looking down at you, her hand still on your jaw. If you weren’t mistaken there was a quiet sadness to her eyes.
“Come on, let’s finish this back in your room. There’s something I want to talk about with you and it’s more of a private conversation.” She glanced away from you pulling her hand back from your face and picking up the joint.
As you downed the last of your drink you noticed the club was starting to fill up with patrons, a few pretty girls dressed in skimpy outfits were sat at the bar glaring at you and Sevika. You knew these were some of Babette’s girls from your rounds with Ran and clearly they weren’t a fan of just how close you were to her.
You stood to follow Sevika back to the barracks, the music increasing with volume as you stepped out the back exit.
You made it back to your room and shut the door behind Sevika as she removed her burgundy cloak and moved to sit down at your table. Some of your spare blades littered the table along with an ashtray that wasn’t there before. “Where’d that come from?” You questioned her as you sat in the chair opposite. “Knicked it from downstairs. Unless you want me to put my joint out elsewhere?” She said slyly, her eyes focusing on your mouth. “Haha very funny. What did you want to talk about?” You asked her as she once again lit the joint in her mouth.
“Straight to the point. I like it.” She huffed a short laugh at you. “I know about you and Ran.” She said bluntly. You hid your surprise as you said “oh yeah? How’d you know?”
“Saw Ran leave your room half dressed this morning” she replied, blowing smoke from her dark lips and passing you the joint. “And you’re not exactly quiet when you cum. Not to mention we tell each other everything.”
Shit.
This time you took the joint.
“It’s not a problem for me. We’ve shared girls before.” Sevika stated bluntly. “You do know how to make a girl feel special” you said feeling a little lighter now the joint was starting to affect you. As you said that, there was a knock at the door. You got up and went to let Ran in. As they passed you they took the blunt from between your fingers, then they sat down in your empty chair, a small grin on their face as you looked back at them with disbelief.
“Thanks Ran, that was my chair, where am I supposed to sit now?” You joked, putting your hands on your hips. “You can come sit on my lap, princess” Sevika said with a slight laugh to her voice. “Fine. I will do then.” You huffed as you moved across the room to take your place on her lap. She pulled at your hips to bring you closer to her chest, in the process she slipped her knee between your legs and pushed you downward.
You jumped a little as her thigh made contact with your cunt through Ran’s black fitted trousers that you were wearing, the ones they insisted you put on this morning when they returned to your room with coffee and breakfast. You knew Sevika did that on purpose, maybe to remind you of the last time you were this close.
You glanced over at Ran who was lounging rather comfortably on the chair you’d been sitting on previously. “You comfy there Ran?” You asked them. “Sure thing I am. Your hot little arse warmed it up nicely for me. How’s your seat, sweet girl? Hope it’s not too grumpy for you?” They replied mischievously glancing over at Sevika to see her reaction. “Her seat is plenty fine, thanks. Can’t not be with her ‘hot little arse’ sat on it.” Sevika taunted back at them.
“Fancy a game of cards Sev?” Ran said as she passed you the joint back. You took another puff of it and held it out for Sevika to take but instead she brought her lips up to it and inhaled deeply. “Yeah but not with your deck. I don’t trust you, not after last time.” She quipped back at Ran. “Princess, never play cards with Ran’s deck. They did something with them, I swear.” Sevika informed you as she pulled her own deck out from her pocket and started dealing.
Laughing you said “fat chance you’d get me playing a game. I hate it, it’s too boring. Spent too many nights sitting on gross men’s laps whilst they lost all their money.” The blunt seemed to be making your lips a little looser…
“Oh yeah? Sev you hear that?” Ran taunted leaning forward to reach across the table to take the cards Sevika had laid out for them.
“Hey shut it, I’m not a man and I don’t lose.” She grumbled back. “For that you can go get us something to drink” Sevika told Ran in no uncertain terms. “Fiiiine.” They muttered as they stood, stopping in front of you and bending down to your height. “Don’t let her cheat whilst I’m gone” Ran said leaning in to kiss your lips and winking before they stood to leave.
Once they’d closed the door behind them Sevika pulled you in closer and took one last drag of the blunt before putting it out in the ashtray. Her hands then found their way down to your waistband and dipped them under your belt, toying with the straps of your thong.
“So as I was saying earlier. I don’t mind sharing you with Ran.” Sevika said softly as she nuzzled her nose into your hair. “You smell like them.” She said as she breathed in against your neck. “You taking showers with them now or something?”
“Actually yes I did. We had a shower together after they fucked me and made me cum three times last night.” You replied smugly. “That’s three more times than you have.”
You knew you were being a little cruel but you figured she could handle it. She left you alone in that store cupboard, pussy soaked and feeling unfulfilled.
Just as that thought crossed your mind Sevika stood up abruptly and bullied you onto the table. Then she went for your belt, pulling it open and grabbing onto your trousers and thong. They were down by your ankles before you knew it. “What’s your safe word princess?” She asked out of nowhere. “What?! Now you want safe words?!” You choked back at her.
“Yes. Tell me now because I’m not going to be gentle. You’ve been a right little brat and I’m going to make you pay for it.” She hissed at you.
“Fine. Fine. Uhhhh it’s shimmer!!” You yelped.
“Shimmer got it.” She grabbed a hold of your jaw and commanded you to open your mouth. Which you did as she called you a good little girl. Once you had followed her command she spat onto your tongue using her thumb to spread the saliva onto the pink muscle. “Now swallow.”
You did exactly as she told you to again.
Then she pushed your legs up against your chest, using her metal arm to pin you down. “Look at this pretty little pierced cunt. Such a shame I don’t have more time or I’d ruin it for anyone else to use. Oh well, I guess there’s always next time.” You whined at her dirty words.
Then that’s when she spanked your pussy. Hard.
You squealed trying to get away from her harsh treatment but you had to admit, it did have your pussy dripping for more. She spanked your pussy twice more, equally as hard, she had you moaning and writhing against her hold already. She then sat back on her chair pulling it in closer so her face was right up in your cunt. She used her flesh fingers to spread your slick around then with no warning she licked a firm strip up your lips. “Janna, you taste good.” She moaned into your pussy, repeating the action with her tongue but sucking your clit into her mouth once she reached it. Then you felt two fingers at your entrance and you whined again as she thrust them deep into your hole. She set a hard and fast pace as she continued sucking on your clit. With each pass of her thick fingers she curled against your sweet spot hitting it repeatedly and relentlessly.
You felt tears falling down your cheeks. This was it, you were going to die. You were going to die right here, cunt stretched open by Sevika’s talented fingers. Then you felt her push a third digit into your tight hole. “Sevikaaaa I can’t I can’t!! It’s too muchhhh!” You whined as she continued her onslaught on your body. She ignored you. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening and tightening. Then she bit down on your clit and you squirted. Hard.
You were screaming her name as she rode you through your impressively fast orgasm still pounding into you hard until you grabbed her hair and tried to push her away from you.
She slowed down gradually until she slipped her fingers out of your cunt and licked your swollen pussy one last time. Before she pulled away completely, she placed a kiss right on your entrance.
“Fuck, you squirted. Hard. That was hot.” She panted at you, clearly you weren’t the only one affected by your powerful climax. Then she moved your legs down and helped you sit up, as she guided your thong and trousers back up your thighs.
You heard the creaking of wooden steps outside your door. Ran was only at the last flight of stairs and would be opening that door soon. Sevika pulled you down by your hair for a sloppy kiss that tasted of your pussy, moaning lightly into your mouth before she stood. She flattened your hair and quickly whispered “I’ll be back in a sec.” She left to head into the bathroom as you heard your door knob turn. You slipped off the table and quickly sat back in Sevika’s chair.
Ran walked in managing to balance three glasses, an ice bucket and a bottle of whisky.
“You didn’t hear me knocking? I was trying to get in but my hands were full… oh. Seems like I wasn’t the only one.” They looked at you then seeing your tear stained cheeks and belt buckle still undone.
You looked across into your floor length mirror and ran over to fix yourself up. Ran put the items in their grasp down and started putting ice in the glasses. “I guessed she’d mess with you whilst I was gone but she managed to do a right number on you it seems” they said laughing as they poured three generous drinks.
As they did that Sevika left the bathroom, looking much more put together than when she entered. She sat back in her seat spreading her thick legs wide taking up space calmly as if she didn’t just have you screaming her name 5 minutes ago.
You walked back over to table but as you got close enough Sevika grabbed a hold of your waist and dragged you back down to sit on her lap. She sat there with you on her knee, gently rubbing your thighs with her metal hand and picking up the cards in the other. Her touch was cooling and it helped you calm your still racing heart. You think to yourself that you can forgive her for leaving you in that cupboard the other week.
After a few drinks and an admittedly more interesting game of cards than you’d ever experienced before. You got onto the topic of each of your worst injuries. Lighting another joint, Sevika told you how she lost her arm in a hex stone explosion and how Singe had to cut it off because it had been obliterated from the inside. Ran told you about the incident where they lost their hand and about a rather nasty stab wound they had gotten during a raid by inforcers on a shimmer deal gone wrong.
They both looked to you next.
Sensing your apprehension Ran passed you the blunt saying “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to. It’s a pretty morbid topic and to be honest I’m not even sure how we got onto this subject…” You accepted the blunt, took in a deep lungful of the thick smoke and said “No it’s not that… I just don’t know where to start.” They were both silently looking at you.
“I could tell you about the time one of the dodgy brothel madams whipped me so hard I couldn’t lie on my back for months, which was pretty hard not to do in my line of work at the time.” You laughed awkwardly. “Or I could tell you about the time when I lived on the streets, I got robbed for the little cash I had and the guy tried slitting my throat but fucked it up so badly I could get away and get help. Or there’s the time my dad found me kissing a girl and got so mad he cut me up, giving me this scar on my face…” you trailed off.
You could feel their stares and the heavy silence filling the air.
“I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m sorry…” you handed Sevika back the joint and went to stand but strong hands pulled you back into her chest. “Don’t apologise princess. This place is fucked up. Beyond believe. But what you just shared with us is something else entirely. Nothing I could say would ever fix it. But I’m sorry that it happened to you, you didn’t deserve that. Any of it.” You felt a tear roll down your cheek at Sevika’s little speech. You had never expected her to say such kind words. She rubbed her flesh hand soothingly at your waist.
Ran moved next, coming and kneeling on the floor between Sevika’s legs. “Come here little girl, you look tired. Let me get you into bed.” They wrapped both arms around you then, holding you tightly to their chest as they walked you to your bed. Sevika just sat in her chair finishing the blunt and watching Ran take care of you. Ran gently removed all your clothes going in your drawer and pulling out a baggy T-shirt they’d given you.
They moved round you and tied your long hair back into a messy bun, then stood up to go get a wash cloth to remove your makeup. They did just that, taking their time to be careful around your scar. They held your face in their hand as they asked “Want me to stay with you tonight pretty girl?” Concern edging into their voice.
“I’m fineee” you yawned. “I’m really tired now and I just want to sleep.”
“Okay. I’ll come by tomorrow morning at some point” they said and gently kissed your forehead.
You turned around in your bed and you heard two sets of foot steps leave the room, the door closing softly behind them.
Bright lights again. Cutting, tugging, pulling inside you. His face as the needle pierces your skin again and again. Blood everywhere. You look to your right and you see the dish full of blood and something you can’t quite make out.
Screams pierced the silence of your room, waking you with a jolt of adrenaline.
It’s was happening again. But worse this time. Your panic was at an all time high, you felt the echoes of hands that you couldn’t see grabbing at your throat. Pain ripping through your lower body, white lights blinding you although the room was pitch black.
You distantly heard running as the door to your room swung open on its hinges. The bed side light turned on breaking the spell your nightmare held over you. They were both here this time, Sevika and Ran. Ran rushed to sit next to you grabbing ahold of your hands which clawed at your throat, pulling them down and holding them tightly as you tried to reach back to your neck. Sevika just stood there with a panicked look on her face. Frozen still, not knowing what to do. “Go get her a cold washcloth and some water. Now!” If you had been more aware of the situation you would have been impressed with the way Ran commanded Sevika.
But you weren’t. You’d stopped screaming but instead your breaths were coming out in hard and fast gasps which weren’t filling your lungs properly. Tears streamed down your cheeks as Ran tried to keep your hands from reaching back up to claw at your neck. You had scratches down your throat which were starting to raise angrily, luckily you kept your nails short otherwise it could have been worse.
Sevika returned then, with the items Ran demanded. She placed the water down on the bedside table and went to hand Ran the cloth but their hands were still occupied. You were still fighting against them to hurt yourself. “Hold it to her forehead gently” they said to Sevika. At that command she slipped behind you on the bed carefully placing herself at your back. You just barely registered her warmth soothing you slightly, as she moved the cool wet cloth to your face and held it as gently as possible to your forehead.
Ran finally managed to hold your attention as they instructed you to breathe deeply and slowly. Guiding you through it and getting you to try mirroring them. You slowly went limp and Ran’s hands slipped from their firm grip on your wrist, their cool metal hand traced your cheek as the flesh one went to wipe away the tears that had fallen there.
Sevika moved the cloth down to your neck, lightly rubbing the back of it. You leaned back into her touch, feeling the adrenaline start leaving you. You breathed deeply in exhaustion and your eyes felt heavy from all the crying you’d done. Noticing this Ran told Sevika to hold the still wet cloth to the side of your face that the large scar that ran across your eye was on. She did exactly that, this time you pressed your face further into her grip. Her metal hand came to your chest to support you better.
Ran then passed you the glass of water and held it as you slowly sipped from it. Once they were satisfied that you’d had enough to drink they guided you back to lie down in your bed.
“What the fuck was that?” Sevika whispered to Ran. “Long story, she has reoccurring nightmares.” They replied quietly as they moved to tuck themselves in next to you.
“About what? What could cause her to freak out like that?” Sevika asked still shocked by what she’d witnessed. “I don’t know the details but it’s something her dad did to her. Something fucking horrible.”
Sevika sighed holding her head in her flesh hand. Ran took the cloth from her and placed it back over your eye making you cry out slightly from the cold sensation. Sevika’s head turned quickly to look over at you. Ran was gently cooing at you, whispering sweet words into your hair as they gently stroked it with their warm hand. “You’re too soft Ran, honestly.” She sighed at the sight before her.
“And you’re not soft enough. She deserves someone to be gentle with her when she needs it. We all do.” they responded in hushed tones.
“Besides, you comforted me when I had panic attacks in the night after I lost my hand.”
Sevika rolled her eyes at Ran, “hardly, I wasn’t that much help. I just held you and talked you through the phantom pains. I understood why you were struggling. I lost my arm, so I got it…”
“You did help me, Sev. That was enough. And now, I want to help her. There’s something about her that just pulls me in” Ran replied to her as they gazed down at your sleeping form.
“I know you feel it too, you just haven’t admitted to yourself yet…” they whispered, though Sevika wasn’t sure that the statement was only aimed at her.
“Fine, fine. I’m going back to bed if you can handle this? I have a lot of shit to deal with in the morning.” She said softly, Ran just hummed affirmatively as she moved to turn out your light and leave. Ran stayed there in bed with you all night, holding you close to them.
You awoke with a start, looking around to try and figure out who was beside you in your bed.
Confused, you took in Ran’s sleeping form. Wait a minute. They weren’t there when you fell asleep were they? You thought to yourself.
Then the memories came flooding back to you. You looked down and saw the cloth by your pillow confirming at least some of what you remembered. You looked at your wrist next and saw red marks from where Ran had restrained you during your panic attack. You sighed, bringing your hands up to your face to hide your emotions. Ran stirred lightly and you felt them move to sit up and look at you. You couldn’t return the gesture though, embarrassment coursing through your mind, chasing away any lingering feelings of comfort that they had provided you.
“Heyyy… none of that come here” you heard them coo at you. You made no move to listen to their gentle command, so instead they held your left wrist lightly in their flesh hand and tugged you down towards them.
You gave in to their pull and lay down to accept the comforting hug they offered you. You curled up in their arms, head tucked under their chin.
“‘m sorry.” You mumbled into their chest, trying to hold back tears. “For what sweet girl?” They spoke softly against the top of your head. They moved their flesh arm up and down your back, causing goosebumps to form in its wake.
“For being dramatic and waking you… and Sevika. Was she mad at me?” You asked, voice shaking slightly.
“No she wasn’t mad at you, she was worried and scared. She’s just not very good at feeling those emotions though. She puts on the big, bad, scary persona everyday but in reality she wants to be soft with those she cares about. She thinks this world wouldn’t allow it though, that it’ll be the end of her if she shows that side to anyone. So she keeps us at bay.” Ran’s speech made a lot of sense to you.
You thought about how the world had been unfair to you, around every corner there was danger, every person was a threat. But here you were being comforted by someone you’d met only a few weeks ago. Ran was soft and kind, even though this place tried to make them otherwise.
Sevika had tried to protect you from Finn, you were sure she didn’t share even half of the story with you, Ran and Silco. You doubt that she’d given in that easily to Finn’s demands that you be at the meeting. Unsure of what his plans for you were but trying desperately to keep him away from you.
Even Silco had been somewhat kind to you, yes he had a purpose for you, but he could have left you to rot in that cell. He didn’t have to offer you freedom.
You found you had a refreshed outlook on the day. Yes, you were nervous about what the meeting with Finn in a few days would entail, but you felt like the people around you for the first time in your life would have your back. Well at least Sevika and Ran would, you were still very aware of Silco’s priorities. But if you looked carefully and ignored a few large red flags, you knew he was trying desperately to make the undercity a better and safer place. Surely you could sacrifice your comfort to help make his dream come true, the others did it everyday… You too wanted your home to be safer, the children to be loved and nurtured, opportunities and prospects for all of Zaun’s citizens. Silco may have a twisted way of achieving it but it seemed like the best option as far as you could tell.
Ran held you for a bit longer until your bladder was screaming at you to leave the comfort of their arms. They helped you shower and wash your hair (obviously with their own products). They’d sat you down on the end of the bed, sitting up behind you to comb through your wet hair so it would dry smoothly, when they asked you a question. “I didn’t bring it up before but do you want us to try and remove this collar?”
They softly moved it around your neck, trying to find a weak spot. It was a strong silver metal, it was thin and had enough room for someone to slip a couple of fingers underneath it. On the inside was the number that you were assigned when you were first sold to the owner of the fight pit, 1102. You always hated to think if there were 1101 girls that came before you or maybe the number was random. You never found out the answer.
From their gentle touches and the way they softly asked the question, you could tell they’d avoided the subject or even touching the collar before now, but the thought had clearly been on their mind. “Without the key it wouldn’t be easy to remove…” you muttered quietly back. Disappointment filling your voice. “And this might sound weird… I’ve had it on for so long I don’t know how I’d feel without it. The cool metal against my skin can be a little reassuring sometimes, and I fiddle with it when I’m anxious. I just hate the fact that it’s a sign of a man owning me.”
“We’ll figure something out sweet girl. If not we can always go visit mine and Sevika’s mechanic, they have loads of fiddly tools. I bet they could help.” Ran replied, obviously trying to keep your mood up.
Ran brought you up coffee and breakfast as you got dressed. As they walked in the door, somehow managing to balance everything, you were convinced they must have worked as a server at some point in their life, they gave you a sharp wolf whistle.
You turned around to face them and saw that they were standing in front of you looking you up and down with lustful eyes.
You’d decided to put in a bit of extra effort today to give yourself the confidence boost you needed after last night. You’d chosen a tight fitting black dress, it was short, sleeveless and had a turtle neck. You wore thigh high socks with garters poking out to hold them up. You’d already slipped on your harnesses but had yet to place your blades in them, wanting to stay comfortable to eat breakfast with Ran. Your makeup was dark but not too heavy, you wanted to have an air of danger and mystery about you. You’d chosen to pull your hair up into the usual high ponytail, somethings were better unchanged.
They snapped out of their trance and told you to wait right there as they placed your mugs and plates full of cooked breakfast foods down. They left the room but returned quickly with a pair of leather knee high lace up boots. They had a slight platform to them and a long zipper up the inside for easy access. The metal eyelets were silver and on the right boot there was a small strap to place a blade into.
“These would go perfectly with this outfit!” They beamed at you, “I bought them on impulse ages ago but never found the right way to wear them. Keep them, they’d suit you better.”
You took the boots as Ran handed them over to you, slipping them on to find that they were the perfect fit. Somehow you thought that Ran must have known you had the same size feet as them. You stood up and looked in the mirror, why was Ran always right about things?
You smiled up at them and thanked them, planting a chaste kiss on their lips. You went to turn away from them to sit at the table but they grabbed your waist and pulled you back in for a deeper kiss.
“Ran! Don’t ruin my makeup!” You teased them and you feigned trying to get out of their tight hold on you. “You called me insatiable before but I think that you’re worse! Sit down and eat your breakfast before it gets cold.” You reprimanded them softly.
“Fiiiiine, but tonight I want you all to myself!” They replied as they planted one last kiss to your neck and released you.
You spent the day in the usual way doing your collection runs with Ran. Most of the city seemed to have deals with Silco or one of his associates. Ran would point out the different areas that the various other Chembarrons controlled, which businesses belonged to who and how they all tied together in the messy web that was Zaun.
You had to rough up a few people that day, a number of business owners didn’t seem to understand how a deal with Silco worked. You figured they must be new to the protection contracts or were trying to push their luck and avoid paying.
You and Ran were taking a break from your assignment as you sat on a crate in an alleyway cleaning blood off of one of your blades, not really focusing on your task.
You were too busy staring at Ran’s fingers as they tapped them on the top of the clipboard which held the list of tasks for the day. Memories of those same fingers buried deep inside your cunt coming back to tease you. They were standing next to you going through the list crossing off completed jobs and making notes about figures.
“We need to pin down that ore trader from yesterday, Silco has heard he’s doing a good deal with a Piltie so he’s asked us to tax him higher. Then there’s the baker a few streets away from here that needs a final warning… Hey! Are you even listening to me, baby?” They complained, tucking their pen behind their ear.
You shook your head slightly and looked up at them from beneath your lashes. “Of course I am, Sir.”
You’d jokingly started calling them that a few nights ago when they were teaching you how to play pool. They were fed up of you not listening then too. You had kept getting carried away trying to get them to dance with you. So they’d pulled you up a seat and demanded that you sit still and watch. You’d winked at them and said “Yes, Sir.” You saw how they’d stared at you before rolling their eyes and turning back to instruct you through a tricky shot. You kept teasing them since that night, little touches on their lower back, a whispered moan in their ear, saying “Yes, Sir” when they gave you a task to do.
You could tell they were getting frustrated.
Ran just stared down at you and again rolled their eyes, that was something you think they’d started doing a lot more now that you were around. “I’m going to start ignoring you if you don’t behave yourself when we’re outside” they said sternly as they turned their back to you. “Noooooo! You can’t ignore me!! I’ll just be naughtier until you have to punish me!” You whined, slipping your now clean blade into its harness and rushing Ran, wrapping your arms around them. Ran’s back was to your chest, you were pressing your breasts into them and tried pulling the clipboard out of their hands. They held it above their head out of your grasp and said sternly, “When we get back you’re in so much trouble, little girl! I’m going to strip you down and spank you.” You moaned into their ear at their words. “Promises, promises” you purred lustfully.
“Get off of me you horny devil. We have a job to do.” Ran scolded you, pulling themselves from your arms. “Stop messing about and focus. Or I’ll tell Sevika and she’ll shout at you.” You looked up at their dark eyes as you approached, getting into their personal space. “You need Sevika to dole out your punishments now? Can’t handle me all on your own anymore?”
Ran dropped the clipboard and grabbed your waist, pushing you against the brick wall hard. Their arms flew up and caged you in, leaning down to your ear they whispered “I don’t need Sevika to do shit for me. You’re just a little slut who wants us both to play with her pretty little pussy, and I am happy to show you what we can do to you together.”
You moaned out and shuddered against the wall, then you let out a sharp hiss of pain as Ran’s teeth sank into your neck. “Now be a good girl and bend down and hand me that clipboard.”
They pulled away slightly, dropping one arm to let you move to pick it up. You went to bend down quickly at the waist to do as you were told but Ran interrupted your movements with their playful tone, “No. Slowly…” you bent slower as instructed and you felt your tight dress hitch up, showing off your lacy thong and your garters. “That’s a good girl. Now hand me my notes.”
You rose from your position slowly again and turned to hand them the papers, then they snatched it out of your hand, spun you around, bent you over the crate and spanked you hard once with the clipboard. “Now behave yourself, you little shit. I won’t tell you again.”
You decided not to push Ran further, at least not until later. You were on a time crunch and that break had gone on for longer than expected.
You completed your tasks together quickly, collecting the higher tax from the ore merchant after a bit of good old fashioned threatening, and the baker had balanced their debt out of fear of a visit from Sevika. You’d behaved yourself for the rest of the job and Ran praised you on your walk back to the club. “See you can behave nicely. That ore dealer isn’t the only one who responds to threats.”
You made your way up to Silco’s office and Ran knocked on his door waiting to be signalled to enter. This was still the bit you hated most. Surprisingly there was no Sevika sat on the sofa this time.
You placed the money on Silco’s desk as Ran passed him the clipboard. A small blush formed on your cheeks at the memory of Ran spanking you with it.
Silco checked everything over whilst you tried desperately to suppress your heated cheeks. “You’ve picked this up quickly.” He said looking you dead in the eyes. That did it. No more blush. “I think you can take on a bit more responsibility, there’s a few people who owe large tabs in the bar. I want you and Ran to keep an eye out for them returning over the next few weeks and get them to pay up. Use as much force as needed. Or… use your charms, the less blood spilled the better. It’s bad for business.”
“Yes, sir” you both replied, then he dismissed you.
When you’d descended the stairs Ran turned back to talk to you. “Go get showered and change into something more… revealing and meet me down here in the bar at 9. There’s a Piltie I know who owes a lot of money on their tab, he comes in on the last Friday of every month so he’ll be in tonight and I have a plan. I think you’ll enjoy the results.” They winked at you and slinked off to the kitchen behind the bar.
After a rather difficult start to life you find yourself working for Silco. You grow closer and closer to two of your colleagues, Ran and Sevika. But will your complicated past drive them away?
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tw: brothels, rape, incest, abortion, abuse, nightmares, panic attacks, violence, fisting, strap ons, drug use, face sitting, fingering, squirting, surgery
warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact.
Chapter 3: Distracted
The next week passed in a blur. Everyday Silco had you running collections with Ran all over The Lanes and in the evenings they offered to teach you to play pool. You struggled to concentrate during your lessons with Ran, if it wasn’t because of their teasing touches as they bent over you to help you line your shot up then it was because every time you turned around Sevika was there. It felt like every evening she would be playing cards or drinking with potential business partners. Each time you looked over her way you’d catch her staring at you. In fact, frequently you caught her staring at your bum or on the odd day you wore something more revealing you would watch her gaze wonder to your cleavage.
You weren’t even safe during the day. You’d return from an assignment and she was in Silco’s office, either having just given him a report or having received orders herself. Occasionally you saw her out in Zaun whilst you were with Ran on a job.
You were spending a lot of time with Ran, they made you laugh, their little touches were electric and you could be yourself around them. You found yourself seeking them out most nights, occasionally they’d come back to your room or you’d go back to theirs and you’d talk late into the night over a drink or three. But they seemed to have noticed how distracted you were whenever you saw Sevika, and one evening after you’d dropped off the protection money to Silco from your latest job together they cornered you in the empty club.
“What’s going on with you?” They asked, their brows knitted together in concern. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine.” You responded quietly trying to push past them to head back to the barracks. “No you’re not. You’ve been distracted since Sevika dragged you into that storage cupboard.” You watched as they tilted their head in the direction of said cupboard. It’s mere presence mocking you in regard to your, as of yet, unfinished business with Sevika. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Ran” you sighed. They laughed slightly at that comment and simply responded “yes you do, you little liar. I watched you get dragged in there by her the night you went to that meeting with Silco.”
“Fine!! Know it all!! Yes she dragged me in there.” You bit back a little harsher than you maybe meant to. Your sharp tone didn’t seem to phase them though, you didn’t want to think about how you’d have felt if it had upset them.
“What did she do to you in there, huh?” They asked you softly, their flesh hand moved up and cupped your cheek. “Did she shout at you?”
“No! Nothing like that!” You returned pulling your face away from their gentle grip. Your hand moving to grab their wrist to stop them from doing it again. “Well even if she did shout at you you’d probably have enjoyed it…” you whipped your head back around to face them at that last comment. “Hey!! Would not!” They simply laughed at your response. The cheek.
“Come on! I’ve seen the way you look at her, especially when you were sparring the other week. You like it when she’s mean to you!” Your mouth hung open slightly at their reply.
“So what did she do to you in that cupboard then? Did she fuck you in there?” They asked. Ran had a taunting grin on their face. “I’m not telling you. You’ll have to make me.” You responded slyly. If they wanted to play then fine, you’d play.
You dropped their wrist suddenly and ducked under their arm, knocking them off balance. You ran out the back exit of the club and sprinted to the barracks, but they were hot on your heels. You’d got into the alleyway between the two buildings as you shoved your way past a larger man you knew also worked for Silco, you heard him curse at you but you didn’t even turn back as you called out “Sorry!!”
You kept running all the way through the barracks and up the stairs to the landing your room was on. You heard Ran’s heavy footfalls following just a few steps behind you. You felt their flesh hand nearly grab your ankle as you turned to run up the last set of stairs. You laughed out at their failed attempt as your hands grabbed onto your keys in your pocket.
You just managed to get your key in the lock and turn the door knob as they pushed you into your room, shutting the door behind you and locking it. They waved your keys in their metal hand taunting you playfully. “Oh no! Looks like you’re trapped!” They teased you as you backed away from them. Ran followed you, slowly moving towards you with every step you took backwards.
You moved around the back of your table which was in the middle of the room, gripping onto one of the two chairs sat around it. You circled the table and they mirrored you, their dark eyes locked on yours whilst you tried to plan your next move.
You slipped off your harness which held the longer blades to your back, gently dropping them to the floor. You did the same with the ones around your thighs and hips. They watched your every move. You didn’t want to give them anything to grab at.
You made a run for it but you weren’t fast enough as they grabbed your ponytail and pulled you back by it. You’d forgotten about how you chose to wear your hair today. Damn.
They pressed their body into yours, metal hand coming round and holding you firmly against their front.
You whined at the stinging pain in your scalp but they simply said “Shussssh, I know you like it, you’re a little masochist aren’t you?” They moved their head towards your throat and started trailing their tongue against the side of your neck. As they reached your ear they whispered gently “I saw the marks she left on you. You didn’t really think your tattoos hid them did you? Are you that much of a stupid little slut, huh?” Ran tugged hard on your hair. You moaned at the sensation and the degrading words. You had never liked being degraded before but maybe that was more to do with the situations you’d been forced into at the brothels.
They pushed you forward then, bending you over your own table knocking off the random clutter that covered it. Their flesh hand still tight in your hair, gripping the base of your high ponytail and pulling. Their metal hand grabbed ahold of your left arm and twisted it almost painfully behind your back. They bent forward, covering your body with theirs. You felt their chest push against your back, their pelvis grinding against your arse. “You drive me wild you know. You’re going to get me in trouble.” They said breathily into the back of your neck, never ceasing their dry humping against you. “What do you mean get you in trouble? With who?” You questioned, your right arm was splayed over the table, cheek pressed into the firm wood.
Their teeth bit down hard into the back of your neck as you hissed in air sharply at the pain. Wetness flooding your pussy with the sensation. “Who do you think silly little girl?” They said against the bite mark they left behind on your neck. You were silent then, you didn’t know what to say. Thoughts filled your mind at that, did Silco have a rule against his crew fucking each other? Or was it… no. They couldn’t mean… “Sevika?” You questioned.
They simply hummed affirmatively into your skin at the base of your neck, their hips still grinding into your bum. You grinned at that. Sevika huh? Did she talk to Ran about you or had they just read between the lines? “Do you want to know something Ran?” You asked them with a playful tone. “What is it little girl?” They asked, their grip in your hair tightening slightly. “For the first time in my life I don’t belong to anyone. I’m free to do whatever I want. Whoever I want.” You uttered quietly.
With that they moaned, the meaning of what your words meant running hot through their body. They pulled you back against them and with their hands still in place on your body they turned you around, walking you forward and pushed you onto your bed.
They climbed on top of you grinning wildly down at you, their black lipstick slightly smudged on their lips. Your arms wrapped around their neck as you pulled them down, your lips now just brushing against theirs.
“Do you still want to know what she did to me in that store room?” You asked them slyly. Their dark eyes were fixed on yours as they nodded their head yes.
You moved your lips to their ear, biting gently on the pierced lobe. “She pinned me up against the wall and pushed her thigh in between my legs.” You bit down again then swirled your tongue against the metal in their ear. Ran let out a low growl at the image. “Then she forced me to grind on her leg as she bit down on my throat, marking me.”
Ran moved fast and mirrored exactly what you said Sevika had done. Their thigh bullying its way between your legs, pushing hard into your sensitive cunt. Only today you were wearing a tight black skirt that rolled up as they spread your legs apart so their clothed thigh made direct contact with your soaked thong. Then they nuzzled against your neck just as Sevika had and bit down hard, sucking the skin into their mouth in a way you knew would leave a large bruise.
You whined at the feeling and continued on with your retelling of what happened last week between you and Sevika. “She had me moaning her name and rocking back and forth against her till I was so close to cumming” as you said this you rocked against Ran’s thigh. They moaned against your neck, their teeth still biting hard against your throat.
“You won’t believe it Ran. I was soooo sooooo close” you whined. “And then that stupid bar tender Chuck or whatever his name is tried opening the door and she stopped.” Ran ceased their marking of your throat once you said that. They looked down at you and asked “she didn’t make you cum?”
“Nooooo” you moaned as they pressed their thigh harder into your soaked cunt. “Ohhhh my poor baby… Was Sevika mean to your sweet little pussy?” They teased you. You nodded frantically, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as pleasure coursed through your clit.
They looked down at where your legs were spread then glanced back at you from beneath their black choppy fringe. “I would never be so cruel to such a pretty girl” they panted, seemingly more affected by your story than you thought they were.
Ran bent down and kissed you then. You knew their black lipstick was probably smudging against you but you couldn’t care less as you pulled them in closer. You ran your hands through their short hair and pulled hard. They moaned against your mouth and then bit down harshly on your lower lip. You yelped at the sudden pain and then panted into their mouth. “I’m so close. I’m so close.” You moaned. “That’s it little girl, I want you to cum for me. Let me hear all those pretty noises. Maybe Sevika is in her room and she’ll hear what she missed out on.”
You whined at the thought but couldn’t stop yourself and you came against Ran’s leg. Your eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of your orgasm flowed through your body and you felt pure pleasure. They gripped your face in their flesh hand and distantly you heard them command you to keep your eyes open. So you did just that. Forcing your eyes onto what you could see of theirs behind their hair.
They were panting too. Your breathing slowed as you came down from your high. Eyes still pinned to them. They loosened their grip on your face and trailed a warm finger against your lip, you took it into your mouth sucking on it.
You wrapped your lips around the digit and took it in further until you were right down to the last knuckle.
“I’m going to have so much fun ruining you, pretty little girl.”
Ran pressed another finger to your lips and you gladly excepted it into your mouth, taking it straight down to the last knuckle.
You sucked on their fingers and Ran pushed the two digits deeper into your throat. “That’s it, sweet girl. Get them nice and wet for me.” You moaned at their words, spreading your legs further apart at the thought of what they would do with them next.
Ran’s metal fingers traced up your thigh, the cold sensation sending a shiver through your body. They traced higher and higher until they slipped under your skirt and tugged at your thong. Ran’s intense stare left yours to watch as their hand pulled down the thin piece of material that separated your wet pussy from their gaze.
The lacy material clung to your lower lips as glistening liquid pulled from you, leaving a thread connected to your body still. They moaned at the sight and in response said “Janna, you’re soaked.” You nodded your head as you continued wetting their flesh fingers in your mouth.
With that they yanked down hard pulling your thong off of you completely and you watched as they pocketed the black lacy material. You moved your mouth away from their fingers then and said “heyyyy! I need those.” In response they simply replied “not as much as I do. And besides you still have my pair that I lent you.” You laughed at that but it was cut short by them now pulling down your skirt.
The black material fell from your legs onto the floor leaving you there exposed to Ran’s gaze. They didn’t stop to assess you for long as they moved to remove your boots, socks and your white shirt which had been tucked into the skirt. Well it wasn’t your shirt it was the one Ran had lent you. “Naughty little girl never gave back the clothes I lent her.” They scolded you as they undid the buttons.
“I tried to yesterday! I even washed them all but you refused to take them back!” You complained back with a whine. “And do you remember why that was, silly girl?” They taunted you as they pulled off the shirt and threw it to the floor with your skirt. You looked away blushing slightly as you replied “you said you liked it when I wore your clothes, you even made me use your laundry detergent so they’d still smell like you.”
“That’s right. Once I saw those bite marks Sevika left on you I thought to myself… How funny would it be if next time she grabbed ahold of your neck and went to leave her marks on you, if all she smelt, was me…” all you could do was whine at the image.
Ran reached behind you and unclasped the matching lacy bra pulling the straps down your arms and throwing it to the floor to join the rest of your clothes. You’d purchased it on your day off at a lingerie shop you’d collected protection money from the day before. The beautiful lady who ran the shop giving you a hefty discount because you were one of Silco’s crew.
With that you were completely naked underneath them and they finally looked you over. Intense dark eyes moved across your skin, followed by both their flesh hand and their metal one. It seemed like they were trying to commit every inch of your body to memory.
There was a lot to take in. Almost every inch of your body was covered in dark tattoos, there were images of spiders, snakes and hellhounds baring their teeth. Barbed wire wrapping around your pierced nipples in a heart shape. Their hands continued down your toned stomach where just above your cunt were two large identical scars on either hip bone masked by blooming peonies with small spiders webs poking out of the petals.
Their fingers traced the deep marks but they never said anything, you assumed that after the last time they had asked about one of your scars they knew the story behind them would likely leave an awkward silence. Instead their hands grabbed your thighs pulling them up and pressing them into your chest. You let them move you around like you were their own personal play thing. The thought sending more moisture to your already soaked pussy.
Ran’s flesh fingers moved from the back of your knee where they had pinned your legs and traced down to your soft folds. They spread them and moaned at the sight of you. You always shaved your pubic hair as you felt the white hair looked weird growing over the tattoos that almost touched your lower lips. You had a piercing at the top of your vulva, where your outer labia met, a silver bar poking through. They very gently traced the metal, tickling you slightly with their soft touch.
“Fucking hell” they panted at you. “I could stare at you all day.” You whined at their words, bucking your hips into their touch, willing them to move their warm fingers to where you really needed them.
“Touch me, please, Ran…” you moaned when they just continued staring at you. Their eyes flashed back to yours and you saw that they were full of lust. “Fuck, I love it when you beg… do it again. Or you won’t get what you want” they muttered to you.
“Pleaseeee Ran… please touch my pussy… I’m so wet… just for youuuuu” you whined continuously moving your hips with pent up frustration. “Good girl” they said as they moved off of you and knelt on the floor, their head was between your legs. Their metal hand keeping your leg held wide open as their flesh hand finally moved to where you wanted them. Ran’s head moved closer to your cunt as their fingers lightly circled your clit. You were breathing hard already, your pussy soaked and ready to take all they had to give you.
Ran’s fingers then moved to spread your lips apart as their tongue darted out to taste you. You felt them moan into your pussy sending vibrations through your body. You were panting now and were about to beg them for more when they pushed further in and began eating your cunt like they were starving.
They were moving fast, tongue swirling against your bud, then dipping down to your aching hole to collect your cum from your earlier orgasm. Your fingers moved down to grab at their silky hair pushing them further into you.
You rode their face as you felt them continue to moan into your folds. Then two of their flesh fingers dipped into your entrance collecting the mixture of their spit and your slick. And suddenly without any warning they plunged two digits into your cunt.
You gasped for breath as you felt them deep within your pussy, they set a hard and fast pace, curling their two fingers up against your soft spot. They had you seeing stars with just a few pumps of their fingers. “You feel so good, so soft, so wetttt” they moaned into your pussy.
Their tongue moved back to your swollen clit, pressing down hard and swirling against you.
“Fuccccckkk, Ran that feels so good!” you moaned, hands still pulling on their hair, hips rocking against their face.
They pulled back slightly and panted “that’s it pretty girl, take everything you need from me”. And you did exactly as they asked of you, rolling your hips each time to meet their thrusts. It only took a few more pumps of their fingers and licks to your bud for you to reach your climax. White light blinding you even though your eyes were tightly shut. Pleasure racking your taught body as you felt liquid squirt from your pussy.
Ran simply moaned louder at the feeling of you cumming hard on their fingers. They never let up though. “Fuckkkk, I had hoped you were a squirter” they moaned as another finger forced its way into your cunt, but you were so wet and open for them that it easily slipped in. You were quickly getting overstimulated as their fingers continued their curling thrusts into your stretched hole.
“Ran I can’ttttt… not again!!” You whined out. “Yes you can. And you will. You’ll do exactly as I want.” They panted into your pussy. You knew that if you really needed to you could easily get them to stop. But you didn’t want them to.
They moaned against your clit, the vibrations pulsing through you, then you felt the fingers of their metal hand dig into the skin at the back of your thigh. The delicious pain adding to all the incredible sensations that Ran was inflicting on you.
It only took a few more seconds of them sucking your clit into their mouth and pumping their fingers so deep into your cunt for you to scream out as your third orgasm pulsed through your tired body.
You collapsed against the bed, hands falling from their hair as your legs continued shaking with your aftershocks. They slowly pulled their fingers out of your swollen cunt and licked every finger clean as you watched them.
Ran moved up and kissed you softly, you could taste yourself on their lips, as you both moaned. They whispered in your ear “I’ll be back I’m just going to clean you up sweet girl.” And with that their warmth moved away from you, you whined at the loss.
You could hear running water in your bathroom and they were back before you knew it with a wet cloth. They very gently spread your sensitive lips and wiped you clean. Then they moved up and wiped off the black smudges from their lipstick which littered your face and neck. “Come here baby, I’ll hold you close for a bit but we should really put you in the shower after that. The water will help bring you down.” They softly told you.
You weren’t used to any form of aftercare. The closest things you’d ever had was from your odd fling with one of the brothel girls. But that was nothing like the way that Ran pulled you further on to the bed and held you close, gently stroking your hair and pressing soft kisses to your forehead.
A couple of minutes later you realised that they were still fully clothed. You whined as you reached out to try and undo the harness that was fastened tightly to their chest. They laughed softly at your movements. “Okay, okay. Come on, it seems like you’re ready for a shower then.” They scolded you lightly, pulling your hand away with their metal one. “But I want to touch youuuu…” You whined as they moved you slowly. “And I want that too little girl, but first you need to get in the shower. I promise you can touch me then.” They responded as they helped you up and into the bathroom.
They pushed you to rest your back against the sink as they turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up.
Ran looked down at the disheveled mess you’d become, grinning slightly. They moved to pull off their harness but your hands shot up and made light work of the leather. You pulled off their white turtle neck next, then your hands moved down to their belt quickly unfastening it and moving onto their trousers next. They helped you with the fiddly zipper and pulled both their trousers and boxers down their own legs. You hadn’t noticed them earlier removing their boots but you guessed they must have done it before climbing into bed with you.
Their chest was covered with bandages, which you lightly traced your fingers down, softy asking for permission to remove them. They nodded at you and you got to work removing the bindings. You took care with them, wrapping the bandages up as you moved. Their body was perfect, soft skin stretched over lean muscles. A few scars and freckles graced their body, you wanted to trace them with your fingers and count them as you moved across their skin.
Once they were free from their binds you again looked up into their eyes. One of which was still covered by their asymmetrical fringe. You asked again before touching their chest. They granted you permission with sweet praise “you’re such a well behaved girl, asking so nicely before touching.”
You moaned at their words as your hands moved from their hips to their chest, lightly touching both buds and gently pulling. They moved to kiss you, tongue darting out to lick across your lips.
You weren’t surprised to see that they also had pierced nipples. You were enjoying touching them so much that you’d forgotten why you were even in the bathroom. That was until they lightly spanked you and told you to get under the water.
You washed each other gently under the warm water, both caressing each other’s skin as you worked. You reached up to kiss them as you pressed them against the cool tiles. They hissed slightly at the sensation as they muttered against your lips “Janna, you’re insatiable…”. You giggled at their words but continued moving your hands downwards until you cupped their nearly bare pussy. They had a well trimmed landing strip of dark hair, almost guiding you down to their folds. You gently spread their cunt, moving your middle finger to softly tease at their swollen bud. They were panting into your mouth as you moved to bite at their plush lower lip. Then you looked up at them as you moved their left leg to wrap around your waist. You continued moving your middle finger so softy against their clit as your ring finger teased their hole.
“Don’t tease me you little brat” they whined as their metal hand moved from the tiled wall of the shower and grabbed the wrist of your hand which was playing with them and pulling it in closer. “And what will you do if I carry on teasing you?” You taunted back at them.
“I’ll pick you up, throw you over my shoulder, take you to your bed and ride your face till you’re begging for breath.” They said as they moved your hands against their soaking folds.
All you could do was moan at the image they inspired in your mind as you leaned up to kiss them once more. As much as you’d enjoy them riding your face you wanted to get your hands on them and be more in control.
You set to work then, wanting nothing more than to feel them squeeze your fingers with their wet walls. They panted into your mouth as you pushed your middle finger into their entrance, slowly pushing up until you reached the last knuckle. You rubbed your palm against their clit as you held their hip down with your other hand. You gazed into their eyes as you worked them up to take a second, your index finger quickly joining the other in slowly fucking into Ran’s cunt.
They threw their head back exposing their long slender neck to you, their head now resting against the wall of the shower as their back arched and they whined “harderrrr… fuck me harder”. You gladly obliged them as you curled your fingers and thrust into their now dripping hole. You picked up your speed as well, wanting them to bask in the pleasure you could provide them. Your hips were thrusting behind the hand that played with them, almost as if you were fucking them with your own cock. You couldn’t resist any longer and moved your mouth to bruise love bites into their neck, you soothed the aching skin with firm licks to their throat.
It didn’t take many more of your firm thrusts to have them cumming hard against your fingers. You felt their walls tighten and spasm against you as you slowly worked them through their orgasm. Their chest was flushed and heavily panting, eyes tightly shut and brows furrowed.
They came down slowly as you slipped your fingers free from their tight pussy, careful not to overstimulate them further. You moved your fingers to your lips as you suckled on both digits, moaning at the taste of them. You knew that you’d need to taste them more.
They locked eyes with you as you cleaned off your fingers. Their mischievous grin returned to their lips as you worked. You pulled your lips free with a pop and Ran grabbed your cheeks, squeezing them gently and shaking your head back and forth. “Come on sweet girl. Let’s get dried off.”
You moved from the shower and dried each other down. They followed your naked form into your room and you coyly asked “could you stay with me tonight?” They looked down at you with a slightly surprised expression. “Y-you don’t have to if you d-don’t want to Ran!!” You quickly stuttered but they laughed you off and pulled you towards your bed.
Ran pushed you back into the bed but got back up starting to get dressed. Noticing the hurt on your face they said “I’m going to grab us something to eat, I won’t be long. Stay there and behave yourself.”
True to their word they weren’t gone for long, returning quickly with some simple food and water. You ate together, laughing at their stories about some of the messes they’d gotten into working for Silco.
Ran was a lot more talkative than you first thought. Seemed you just needed to get them comfortable around you first. You wondered if they talked like this with Sevika at all…
Oh. Sevika.
You found that you didn’t have any guilt about what you had done with Ran. You’d wanted it just as much as they had. As you had told them earlier, you don’t belong to anyone anymore and you found that sense of freedom comforting.
You did however want to explore the sexual tension you had with Sevika more though. She’d left you high and dry last time you’d been alone with her. To be honest you’d barely seen her the last few days, apparently she was trying to fix some mess that happened with that stolen shimmer cargo.
You and Ran continued talking late into the night. Having managed to ring out a couple more orgasms from each other, you eventually drifted off together, naked bodies pressed in a warm embrace. You felt safe.
Bright white lights stung your eyes. A sharp knife cut through your skin like butter, the searing pain and sudden tugging sensation making bile rise in your throat. You tried to get away from the pain but you were strapped down to a table and couldn’t move. You forced your eyes open and saw him there, blood covering his gloved hands that were deep inside your pelvis. Then you blacked out. When your eyes opened again you tried to scream but your throat was dry and scratchy. You could feel the needle stitching up your skin, the thread burning as it was pulled through the flesh. Looking up slightly you saw him smiling at his nearly completed work. “This’ll be better for us. That mistake will never happen again.”
You awoke suddenly to hands grabbing at you. You kicked and yelled, lashing out trying to get them off of you as you pushed whoever was holding you away. Darkness surrounded you as your chest tightened and suddenly you were free from the tight grasp. As you were moving backwards pinning yourself to the wall a soft light turned on and illuminated the room.
Your wide eyes fell on a very naked Ran who was stood in front of you with a look of concern spread across their face. You breathed hard, shaking as your panic attack racked your body. You were tangled in the sheets, hot and sweaty, panting breathlessly. You could feel the sharp pain in your pelvis as you grabbed the flesh, trying desperately to remind yourself that you were no longer on that table, the wounds having healed long ago. They grabbed the empty glass of water and ran into the bathroom. You heard the tap running as your mind slowed down to process what was happening.
You and Ran had spent the night together. Yes… you were safe in their arms, cuddled up asleep. Then you remembered your nightmare. Flashbacks to a bright room, a man covered in your blood, taking something from your small body.
You shook slightly as a pained gasp left your dry lips. Ran was back now, knelt on the floor in front of you holding out a glass of water. Their eyes trained to your pelvis where you were rubbing it hard. They were giving you space, unsure of how best to comfort you without making you panic further. Tears fell down your cheek as you moved your hands away and took the glass and shakily lifted it to your lips. Ran moved slowly to sit next to you and took the glass from your hands to hold it up for you to drink from, since you were shaking too much to do it yourself.
“You’re okay baby, you’re safe here with me” they whispered softy as you held onto the wrist of their metal hand which grasped the glass of water for you.
You swallowed the mouthful of cool water and breathed out slowly. With a quiet shaky voice you apologised to them. “Sssshh you don’t need to apologise sweet thing. I know how it feels. For ages after I lost my hand I had nightmares about the day it happened. I’d wake up crying from phantom limb pain and wouldn’t be able to calm down.”
You looked up at them as they moved to place the glass back down on the bedside table. You realised that they’d never spoken about how they’d lost their hand. You’d never asked, surely that would have been rude.
“Would you like me to give you space or hold you?” They asked you softly. “Hold me please” you quietly said. They gently moved their arm around you and pulled you towards them. You were both sat on the bed, backs pressed into the wall. They pulled the covers over you and rocked you slowly till your eyes grew heavy.
Whilst you still had some energy you muttered out to them “it’s a reoccurring nightmare… I have it every few nights. It gets worse when there’s big changes in my life. The worst times were at the brothels.” They listened quietly.
“It’s about my father…” you said feeling their grip tighten unconsciously but loosen quickly when they had realised what they were doing.
“He wasn’t a good man…” you said as tears again rolled down your cheeks. They shushed you gently “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But if you do I’ll listen.”
You appreciated the way they gave you an out. They were soft like that, more gentle than you could have ever imagined when you’d first laid eyes on them.
You felt their flesh hand move from your shoulder and wipe the tears away from your cheeks. “Are you tired still? Do you want to try and sleep more?” They asked you.
You nodded feeling the adrenaline crash starting. They gently moved you to lie down, your head resting on their soft chest as they pulled the covers over your rapidly cooling body.
They were warm against you and you didn’t stay cold for long. They gently stroked your hair like they’d done after they’d finished fucking you yesterday. “It’s still early, you should be able to get some more rest before we’re needed on the collection runs again.” They spoke into the top of your head.
You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer as sleep once again took ahold of your body.
You awoke later that morning to the sound of Ran’s gentle breathing. They’d evidently fallen asleep whilst still stroking your hair as their hand was still holding your head to their slowly rising chest.
You moved cautiously, trying not to wake Ran as you pulled away from them. You gazed down at their sleeping form, the blanket now sat below their chest. They were so beautiful like this, calm, soft. You went to place a gentle kiss to their ribs as they stirred slightly in their sleep.
As quietly as possible you climbed over them and on bare feet you softly walked your way into your bathroom, closing the door behind you. You used the toilet and as you were washing your hands afterwards you looked up into the mirror.
That large slash over your face was slightly raised today. The scar that crossed your eye always had a way of playing up when you’d had that reoccurring nightmare. Maybe it was from all the tears. That was the only way you ever cried, maybe because you held everything together during every waking moment, the only cracks in your defence showing through when unconscious.
You smoothed down your bed head and brushed your teeth. You grabbed a cloth, wetting it with cold water and brought it to your face covering the old wound.
You stepped out of the bathroom with the cloth still held to your face to find Ran sat up in bed. The covers still wrapped around their hips, feet on the floor and a large yawn pulling from their mouth. You laughed at their hair, it was all messy in the back from sleep. They glanced up at you as they stretched their arms above their head in a rather satisfying looking manner. They reminded you somewhat of a cat with the way they held themselves.
They looked up at you with a slightly confused look on their face. “What’s wrong sweet girl? Did you hurt yourself?” They stood quickly walking over to you. The blanket falling away from their hips as they rushed over to check on you.
They stood there, naked body pressing slightly into yours as their metal hand gently grasped your wrist, moving the wet compress from your face. They looked down at you as they took the sight of your mildly swollen scar in.
They took the cloth from your hands as they gently raised it to your eye and traced the scar tissue softly with it. “My father…” you mumbled as you looked down and away from their lovely face. The moment was too raw and intimate for you to maintain eye contact.
You felt them nodding as they walked you back to the bed. They urged you to lie back with the cool cloth on that side of your face as they washed up in the bathroom quickly.
“If you want I can go get some fresh clothes and come back. I don’t really want to leave you here alone.” They spoke as they walked to gather their clothes from yesterday. “It’s okay… I’ve always dealt with this alone before now Ran.” You said. As they slipped their trousers on they responded “that doesn’t mean you have to from now on though…”
That left you slightly lightheaded and speechless as you sat up and looked at them. They were binding their chest in the mirror with the bandages from yesterday.
“Okay… I’ll hop in the shower so I’ll leave the door open for you.” You said as you stepped behind them and placed a soft kiss to their shoulder. Arms coming around to slip under the bandages around their chest. “Are you checking they aren’t too tight?” They asked you, slight amusement in their voice. “Yeah, I used to bind when I fought in the ring” you responded. They turned and pecked you on the nose as they grabbed their shirt and harnesses from the floor.
“Are you leaving here like that?!” you asked them. “Yeah… it’s only you, me and Sevika on this floor. None of the men would ever dare come up here. Sev has them too afraid of her to even try” they replied laughing a little.
“Sev…” you whispered under your breath. Ran approached you again and spoke into your ear “that’s a nickname you earn only once you get her moaning your name underneath you.” They chuckled, turning away and waving their metal hand at you. “I’ll be back in a sec, I’ll grab us some coffee if you like.”
And with that they were gone.
Ran and Sevika…
Sevika and Ran…
Janna.
So many images flooded your mind at their words. Ran taking Sevika’s strap as she held them against her chest. Sevika being eaten out roughly by Ran. Sevika’s toned naked body lying on the bed as Ran… Dammit you needed to get in the cold shower.
After a rather difficult start to life you find yourself working for Silco. You grow closer and closer to two of your colleagues, Ran and Sevika. But will your complicated past drive them away?
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tw: brothels, rape, incest, abortion, abuse, nightmares, panic attacks, violence, fisting, strap ons, drug use, face sitting, fingering, squirting
warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact.
Chapter 2: More than a ‘Pretty Whore’
You train with Ran and Sevika, there’s plenty of sexual tension.
Your eyes flew open as panic gripped you. You bolted upright, your hands flying to your chest to clutch at your racing heart. It took you a few seconds to figure out where you were as your anxiety peaked and a loud gasp left your lips.
The darkness of the room seemed so heavy as you tried in vain to steady your breathing. Slowly taking deep breathes to calm your beating heart. The memories of yesterday settled over you like a warm bath bringing you back to the present.
You were in your new room. The door was locked and you were alone. Safe. Or at least safer than you’d ever been before. You felt warm tears falling down your cheeks as you came back to yourself. You were having a panic attack. This had happened plenty of times before, most nights in fact. You’d wake to screams coming from your mouth, nightmares waking you with a shock. But that was before, when you were still in that dark damp cell, cold and scared. But you weren’t there anymore.
Once your breathing had settled and your hands had slowed their shaking, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. Resting your elbows on your tattooed thighs, you held your head in your hands and let yourself relax for a few moments.
Feeling calmer, you stood on wobbly legs as you pushed yourself along the wall and towards your bathroom. You turned the shower on and waited a few minutes for the water to warm. You entered the small cubicle and proceeded to wash off the sweat and tears. You stood under the warm flowing water just enjoying the feeling, you reached up unconsciously and fiddled with the ring on the front of your collar as you thought about last night’s mistake.
You stayed like that for a while but started feeling overwhelmed by your racing mind and the heat. Stepping out and grabbing Ran’s towel to dry your body off, you couldn’t help but inhale the gentle smell of laundry detergent. It helped to settle your mind, instead choosing to wonder if the same smell of clean laundry clung to Ran themself as well.
You finished drying your body and decided you should get dressed before Sevika showed up.
Oh god. Sevika.
Memories of last night flooded your brain. The way you’d caught her staring at your cleavage. The pet name she’d given you in the bar. Sugar tits. But worst of all… the sound of that laugh that you heard from behind your door after you had moaned oh so loudly, whilst your orgasm pulsed through you.
Embarrassment once again caused you to blush. But you pushed that feeling down. Deep down in your chest. You were good at that. Hiding your true feelings and putting on a brave face. Never showing how affected you were by the actions of others. Or yourself in this case.
You moved from the bathroom and looked through the draw in your dresser to pick another set of clothes from the bundle that Ran had given you.
Bringing them to your nose you found that they carried the same sent as the towel. It was calming.
Shaking yourself from your haze you took a good look at the clothes. This time you picked a pair of black ripped jeans, which when you put them on clung tightly to your hips and thighs. You were definitely curvier than Ran but shorter as you had to once again roll the ends up. You grabbed your belt which you had stored in the drawers and slipped it through the loop on the waist. Once you put on the same sports bra from last night, you slipped a tight black crop top over your head.
Walking over to the floor length mirror you assessed yourself closely. The top was tight around your breasts and again showed off your cleavage. You wondered if it would cause another distraction for either of your new colleagues.
You pulled your hair down from the messy bun you’d slept in and started your usual French braids. One of the girls in the brothel had taught you how to do it years ago. You had liked her a lot, a week later she was dead. Killed by a rough customer. You were finishing up with the hair tie when you heard three sharp knocks on your door. That must be Sevika.
Running to the door you collected yourself briefly before you opened it. There she was, all 6 foot something of her muscled body standing before you, leaning on your doorframe. You realised that you just came up to her chest hight when you slowly looked up to meet her gaze. “You ready?” She asked you.
“Y-yeah. Just have to get my boots on!” You proclaimed as you swiftly turned back to grab your worn out combat boots. Sitting on your bed you grabbed your socks which were rolled up inside your boots and slipped them on tying up the laces then looking up.
She was still standing in your doorway, staring down at you with a slight grin on her face. You traced her eye line to your cleavage which was spilling out over the top of your tight T-shirt.
You stood quickly trying to slow your heart rate down as you grabbed your keys from the top of the dresser.
You walked towards the door and stepped over the threshold but she didn’t move back to give you any space as you closed the door behind you and turned the key in the lock. She was still staring down at you when you cleared your throat and said “ready when you are”. To which she pushed lightly off the doorframe and walked past you down the landing towards the stairs. You checked your door was definitely locked tight and followed her path down the hallway.
The armoury was in the basement of the barracks. It appeared that there was also a training space down here with some well used gym equipment. Although some of it was just junk that had been turned into equipment.
Sevika showed you down a hallway to a heavy metal door which looked well secured.
She pulled out some keys from her pocket and as they jangled you had a short flash back to last nights events. You were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when Sevika swung the hefty door open and ushered you inside with her warm right hand on your lower back. You heard a click as the lights came on. The area she had touched tingled slightly but you didn’t pay the feeling much attention as you took in your surroundings. Shelves and shelves of weapons lined the walls. Hundreds of blades, at least 7 different types of guns, barrels of various ammunition. Your eyes even fell on some more unique looking weapons, throwing stars, nunchucks, knuckle dusters, a bat with bent rusty nails sticking out at odd angles. You name it, it was all here.
You were like a kid in a candy store trying to take it all in. Your eyes were wide and mouth slightly agape as you turned around assessing all the fun toys. “I know you use your fists a lot but what’s your poison?” Sevika spoke up, bringing your attention back to her. “Before the fight ring? Blades. The size doesn’t matter to me, but I prefer them to be larger.” Your eyes made contact with Sevika’s as you finished off your sentence.
You laughed a little internally at the look on her face. Somewhere between shock and amusement. You were starting to realise that she was easier to read that you first thought.
“During my time in the rings, they’d sometimes give us knuckle dusters if they wanted a particular outcome.” You continued.
You walked over to a twin set of longer slim blades, pulling one of them slowly from its sheath. It made such a beautiful sound as it slid out. You held it up and inspected it under the fluorescent light. It shone perfectly, casting a gleam of light which flashed around the room. You held it up to your face as you inspected the blade closer. It’d need to be sharpened as it was clear that it had been on the storage shelf for a long time. You picked the other one up and looked over at Sevika for permission to take them. “Take as much as you need. I don’t want to have to keep traipsing down here every time you break something.” She said as she returned your look.
“What weapons do you use?” You asked her as you crouched down and picked through some smaller blades which were on a low shelf. These you knew you could hide on your person. She just scoffed at your question and responded “you won’t have to wait long to find out.”
Turning around quickly you half expected her to be running towards you ready to attack. But she was just standing there watching you “Why? What do you mean” you asked, confused now. “We didn’t come here to just pick out your gear. You saw the training room as we walked through the basement. We’re going to spar. Silco wants me to see how good you really are.” She was smirking as she informed you of Silco’s little plan.
A pulse of excitement washed over your body at the thought that you would soon be sparing with this strong woman. You flashed her a smile as you responded with a “Nice!”
Finishing up by taking two brass knuckle dusters you walked over to Sevika.
“I think I’ll need a harness to secure these blades.” You thought out loud. At that Sevika nodded to a wooden crate just to her left which was sat on the floor. You wondered over and saw so many different styles of harnesses is varying sizes.
You rooted through the box picking out a black leather harness with silver hardware which would hold your blades nicely behind your back. You fiddled with it for a minute, attaching the blade’s sheaths to it and slipped it over your shoulders. You adjusted the fit and turned back to Sevika who had been watching you this whole time. “What do you think?” You asked giving her a little spin.
Staring at your chest she said “Hmmmm it pushes your tits together nicely.” You flashed her a scowl and carried on looking through the crate. You found some harnesses which would fit the smaller blades to your thighs and hips. You finished off by slipping the last small blade into your boot. “Right if you’re quite finished let’s head to the training room for some fun. Ran should be joining us shortly.”
You left the armoury, Sevika locking the door behind herself. She passed you and led you back to where you saw the training room set up.
Ran was already there, sat languidly spread out on a bench. They didn’t seem to occupy as much space as Sevika did but they still had an air of danger and mischief about them. They were wearing another white shirt today but this time it was a turtle neck crop top which hugged their figure nicely.
You looked down at their hands, metal and flesh, which were busy sharpening one of their blades. They came to play for real it seemed.
Sevika approached them as they looked up at her. A small smile on their face.
“Finished your rounds off okay this morning?” Sevika asked them. The only response she got was a small nod. “Good.” She said turning back to you.
“So Ran’s going to spar with you first. You can show us what you can do with your new blades. Then if you’re still in one piece, it’ll be my go.” Sevika informed you. “Okay. I’ll try not to hurt you too badly Ran. Wouldn’t be a good first impression if I left you a whimpering mess.” You said grinning at them.
Your fighting talk didn’t seem to have any effect on their cool demeanour as they stood from their bench and approached you silently.
They got up real close to you, placing their metal hand on your waist pulling you in close to them until their painted black lips ghosted your ear. They softly whispered to you “I think you’ll find I’ll be the one who comes out on top sweet girl.” At that you felt the cool press of a blade into your rib cage just below your breast.
Pulling your head back to look them in their eyes, you pressed your chest closer to them feeling the cool steel press harder into your ribs. You could feel the sharp pressure as the blade’s sharp edge threatened to pierce your skin.
Their eyes widened as they felt a similar pressing sensation at their thigh. Without any noise to alert them, when Ran had moved closer to you you’d swiftly pulled out a blade from your new harness sat on your own thigh and moved it towards their femoral artery high on the inside of their leg.
“I’m not in the mood for being submissive Ran. You’ll have to work hard if you want me pinned underneath you, panting and begging you for release.” Ran’s dark eyes focused on yours, they smirked as they tilted their head and leaned in slightly. It seemed to be an unconscious move but it was stopped by Sevika shouting over at you both “we’re not here to flirt you two. Hurry up, I have more important things to do than watch you fuck.”
You couldn’t help the dirty image that crossed your mind quickly. Sevika tied to a chair whilst she watched you bouncing on Ran’s strap. No choice but to take in all your satisfied moans and whines as they thrust up into your tight cunt.
You felt Ran pushing away from you as you were pulled back from your rather enjoyable daydream. You’ll have to savour that image later when you’re back in your bed again.
You watched them clutching their blade and circling you like a starving animal eyeing up their prey. But you wouldn’t let yourself be cornered. Your grip on your blade tightened as you lunged towards them, feigning moving towards their chest with the blade in your right hand whilst reaching up and back to pull a blade from the harness over your shoulders.
They tried to push back away, distracted by you thrusting your blade towards them as your left hand with the longer blade made its way towards their neck stopping just short of actually doing any damage, lightly tapping them to show that in a real fight you would have slashed their throat.
“Nice work sugar tits!” Sevika called out to you. You glanced briefly over at her and saw a wide grin on her face, gold filter of a lit cigarillo held tight in teeth.
This time it was Ran that made the first move. They ran at you then, you moved to a defensive pose but with a heavy footfall they turned last second so they were right behind you. Pushing their chest into your back you felt their metal hand grab your waist, sharp razor like fingers were digging into your waist as their blade made its way to your throat this time.
On instinct you pulled your head back trying to move away from the edge of the steel held tight against your skin. You felt Ran push their nose against your hair as they breathed in and once again whispered softly in your ear “you smell like me, sweet girl”. You could feel their mouth moving against your neck as they spoke. The hand at your waist moved downwards to caress your inner thigh lightly, cold metal fingers tracing one of the holes in your borrowed jeans suggestively.
You took that opportunity of distraction to push your bum hard and fast into their pelvis to knock them off balance. You ducked, narrowly avoiding the knife pressed to your throat from doing any damage as Ran was pushed backwards.
You turned around once again in a defensive pose. It seems that you had annoyed them with that move as they became a little sloppier this time. Moving towards you with large swings of their blade. They had you on your toes jumping back trying to avoid making contact with anything surrounding you.
You tripped over your own foot as you fell backwards. You were on your back. You knew this was bad. Ran was on top of you now. They pressed their blade to your chest making a small indent into the skin of your breast with the tip. Their metal hand grabbed onto your arm pinning it underneath their abnormally strong grip. The blade in your hands fell to the floor with a loud clang.
Your legs were spread by the press of their lower thigh into your cunt. Your eyes shot open and fixed on theirs, you were trying to figure out if that sly move was on purpose. You bet they could feel the warmth of your sensitive flesh through their fitted trousers. They pushed down, moving their leg firmly up and down causing a burst of pleasure in your clit.
Oh.
That was most definitely on purpose.
They repeated the action.
You panted out through your lips at the feeling, eyes fluttering closed. “What did you say about me pinning you to the ground? I think there was something about you… how did you say it…? Oh yes! Begging for release?” Ran teased as they pushed the blade harder against your breast. Your eyes opened as you steadily caught your breath.
“I also said I wasn’t in the mood to be submissive.” You retorted. You lifted your knee pressing into their pussy in return, earning you a quiet moan from their plush lips. Your arm moving quickly with your original shorter blade still gripped in your hand. You swung it towards their side but at the last second you turned it so the blunt handle of the knife tapped between their ribs, once again showing that you could have easily stabbed them then.
“Alright you two. Time to stop acting like two bitches in heat and get up.” Sevika called over to you. Looking past Ran’s face you could see her standing above you both.
She wasn’t wearing her cloak anymore. You looked at her, taking this opportunity to assess her closely. Watching you, her arms crossed under her breasts but that’s when you noticed it.
Her metal arm.
With her cloak now removed you could see her full body, you realised for the first time. A buff muscular arm held tight to her chest interwoven with a powerful looking metal arm. The prosthetic itself was a beautiful gold colour which matched the metal collar of her tight crop top. You couldn’t see much of the clearly intricate design as her flesh arm was still crossing over it.
You lay there pinned beneath Ran still as your eyes wondered Sevika’s form. You took her in, committing every part of her to memory. Then a thought crossed your mind. That was her weapon of choice, you were certain that it could deal some real damage. If you were going to make it out alive you’d need to be quick on your feet.
Ran moved away from you then. Releasing your arm and moving back to crouch between your legs. You watched them slip their blade into a harness strapped to their thigh and they stood up, a grin still plastered on their face.
You quickly moved so you weren’t still in such a vulnerable position, standing to face Sevika.
Ran moved away from you both and took their place back on the bench you saw them occupying when you first entered the training room.
You picked up your dropped blade and Ran called over to you. “I can sharpen it up for you whilst you spar if you like? I noticed it was pretty dull when you were lying beneath me” they said wickedly. Rolling your eyes you pulled the second blade out of its harness and passed them both over to Ran. “You can do them both since you offered so nicely” you replied. They took the blades and got to work right away.
Moving back so you were at a better distance from Sevika. You watched as she looked you up and down, then set the boundaries of your match. “No blades. Don’t hit hard enough to injure. And no complaints if I win.” She informed you. “Deal.” You responded with a devilish smile.
As you brought your arms up to a defensive posture you realised that you were excited for this. Really excited. No matter the outcome you were sure to win in some way. Distantly you hoped that at some point she’d pin you down like Ran had.
Sevika raised her metal arm, folding then unfolding her sharp fingers to beckon you forward tauntingly.
She moved first. Flesh hand moving back to land a punch right to your stomach, you only just managed to dodge it. You were taking small steps keeping your defensive posture held strong. You wanted to watch her move for a minute, try and take in what she was able to accomplish with her metal arm. You needed to silently analyse her and find what her weakness was so you could use it against her.
It was like being back in the fight pits again. This time though you wanted to be there. She was fast, and her punches were strong. She held back from using her metal arm, favouring her flesh one instead. You wondered if that was because you’d agreed not to actually injure each other.
You saw it then, an opening. You moved like lightning, gracefully dodging a blow from her muscled arm and getting yourself in close enough to land your first hit on her waist.
It didn’t hit as hard as you’d hoped, she’d managed to pull away from you at the last second, but a hit was a hit.
You moved back away from her so as not to leave yourself open. Her eyes were focused on you now. You managing to land the first blow had her ready for action, she was just warming up. She was ready now, drawing her flesh arm back ready to swing at you. You managed to dodge her again with a quick side-step, it was your turn now as you aimed a blow for her neck. She only just managed to tilt her head to the side and dodge your blow.
Dammit. You needed to be faster. She was now mid-swing but you managed to duck beneath her arm, popping back up behind her. You aimed for her lower back hopping to hit hard enough to stun her so you could get the opportunity to land several blows. You didn’t managed to connect with her solid body though as she managed to turn around to face you again. This time it was her metal fist that pulled back for a punch.
You attempted to block her hit by raising both your arms towards your face. Her cold metal fist managed to connect with the back of your wrist. You yelped as pain blossomed across your arm but you managed to side-step behind her again and get out of her space before she came back in for another hit.
You decided on a different tactic this time bending your right leg at the knee and raising it high before slamming it back down and towards her right calf. She buckled at the knee but recovered at the last moment, narrowly avoiding falling to the floor.
Her lips curling into a nasty snarl she turned towards you and spat “fucking little brat!”. You were too busy grinning back at her to notice her flesh hand gripping a vial of shimmer which had been earlier strapped to her chest. She slipped the cartridge into a compartment at the bend of her prosthetic and snapped it shut.
That’s when you watched her arm come to life. The cartridge of shimmer rolled inside her metal prosthetic and you saw it rise to the top where here flesh connected with the gold shoulder piece, it then appeared to be injected into her flesh as steam and sparks shot out from various point on the arm. The neon liquid pulsed around the metal appendage lighting it up as it flowed through.
You were frozen still but gathered your wits enough to look into her eyes. They now took on a purple gleam, none of that beautiful cool grey left. She stood to her full height and brought her fists up slowly approaching you.
“You want to play? Let’s play for real then little girl.” She spoke lowly, her voice taking on a dangerous edge to it.
“Wait wait you never said anything about using shimmer!” You exclaimed, backing away from her. “Exactly. I never said anything about not using it. You’re so smart little one.” She mocked you, following you as you continued backing away.
If she was going to play dirty you would too. You reached into the pouch on your leg harness where you’d stored the brass knuckle dusters you taken from the armoury. You slipped them over each hand, they fit perfectly as you gripped them tightly in your fists.
That’s when you both moved each lunging forward to try and land a punch on the other. She was even faster now the drug was coursing through her system, you were struggling to keep up to her as you dodged and weaved her steady hits.
You had taken shimmer before for fights. You knew that adrenaline rush well. It’d die down eventually but you could see she had three more vials strapped to her chest in the leather holder. Trying to wear her down probably wouldn’t work as there was every likelihood that she’d just take another hit.
You tensed up as she landed a punch, and another, and another. First to your cheek, then to your stomach and finally on your hip. You were shocked to feel that they weren’t as hard as you had anticipated, maybe she still didn’t want to actually hurt you. There was still pain blooming across your body but it should have been so much worse.
That was it. You steeled your nerves as you pushed backwards from her, she took the bait lunging towards you. But you were too quick for her this time. You ducked under her arm again, whipped round and landed two clean blows to her spine. She stumbled forward but managed to brace herself. She looked over her shoulder at you and growled, her teeth bared.
Your arms returned to their defence position once more in preparation for what you predicted was coming. Two blows connected with the backs of your arms, at least you kept her away from your face.
You were momentarily stunned and that gave her enough time to move behind you and get you in a choke hold with her flesh arm. She pushed you down onto the floor covering your body with her own. Her chest was pressed right up against your back as you used both hands to grab onto the arm around your throat and tried in vain to pull her away. She was crushing your throat slightly but you tried to push back using your rear. You pushed and pushed into her front, pressing yourself into her chest with each failed attempt to free yourself. You inadvertently let a soft moan fall from your lips at the contact. Sevika leaned in to your ear and said “that’s the second time in 24 hours I heard that sweet little noise leave those plump lips of yours”. Your face immediately flushed at her words. She had heard you last night.
You breathed in as much as you could and tapped her arm three times hissing “I submit! I submit!” You felt her huff a laugh against your ear, which would have sent a pleasant tickle across your neck if she wasn’t still almost strangling you. Her arm loosened up and her metal hand came round to tilt your chin towards her. “Good girl.”
Those words Sevika spoke to you instantly sent a rush of arousal down to your core. You were sure that the underwear Ran had lent you was definitely soaked though. Both from Sevika’s praise and Ran’s earlier teasing touches.
Sevika released you then allowing you to fall forward, air rushing back into your lungs as coughs racked you. Your hands just caught you in time and you knelt on the floor like that for a few seconds as you slowed down your breathing. Sevika stood up and away from you slightly as she called out “Good match. You were better than I expected. You’re more than just a pretty whore after all.”
You turned then, raising your heavy body on your wobbly legs to stand close to her. Looking deep into her eyes as the purple of the shimmer left her gaze you stood to your full height, looked her up and down, and replied sharply “likewise”.
Slightly taken aback, Sevika’s mouth hung open a little as you moved past her towards Ran. They were still sat on that same bench, not having uttered a single word the whole time you fought. They passed your blades back to you, now much sharper than when you’d handed them over. You slipped them back in your sheathes and returned the knuckle dusters to the pouch on your leg.
Sevika was moving to leave the training room simply stating “I need to report back to Silco. You can both have the rest of the afternoon off.” She didn’t say anything more as you and Ran were left in the silent room just glancing at each other.
After your sparring sessions, Ran had suggested that you go out into The Lanes to grab some lunch and look around the shops for some clothes.
You had run up to your room to grab the advance that Silco had given you. Before you left, you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, a bruise was blooming across your cheek from one of Sevika’s hits. Your lip was still cut up from before they’d picked you up yesterday so you looked a little worse for wear.
You were tracing your finger lightly across another bruise that was forming on your stomach when Ran appeared silently in the reflection. Jumping a little you sighed “Ran! You need to wear a bell or something so I can hear you approaching!”. They simply laughed at your comment and asked “what’s gotten you all jumpy?”
“Always been this way. I guess it’s just part of growing up on the streets.” You replied, glancing at them in the mirror. You turned to face them and ushered them out of your room saying how hungry you were after all that action.
The two of you walked silently through The Lanes until you passed a food stall that was giving off a rather pungent steam. Ran grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards the stall saying “trust me on this one okay? It tastes better than it looks I promise.”
You sighed and gave in, taking a seat next to them.
After the surprisingly good meal Ran insisted on paying the bill saying “I cant let a such a pretty girl pay for her own food!” You rolled your eyes at that comment though you thought that it had more to do with your tight funds. Ran was kind like that it seemed.
The two of you continued through the busy streets till you reached a clothes shop that Ran said might be your style. You had no idea what your ‘style’ was. Never having the freedom before now to pick your own clothes. You were always being given clothes that your ‘owners’ wanted you to wear, either to attract customers or play up to your role as a pit fighter.
You entered the quiet little store which was set back off the main road down a dirty alleyway. You glanced around the store to try and take in the options available to you. There was a lot of black material which were very happy about. Colourful clothes weren’t so much your thing as they tended to be too intense against your tattooed skin.
Ran had disappeared down one of the rows when a pretty younger shop girl approached you. “Hiya!” She beamed at you, “can I help you pick anything out?”. Before you even had the chance to respond Ran had popped up again simply replying with a gently “no thanks.” And steered you away. You glanced at them questionably “she tries to flirt with you to make you buy more.” Was the only answer you got out of them. So Ran comes here often enough to have learnt the shop girl’s sales techniques you thought to yourself.
Ran moved around the store helping you pick different options to try on. Some more sensible like simple shirts and trousers, other items were a bit more risqué like some tight dresses with low cleavage or particularly short skirt that would definitely flash your opponents in a fight.
You took your bundle of clothes to the dressing room, trying the items one by one. Ran waited outside for you but insisted you showed them each item you tried. Every time you pulled back the curtain to the changing room their eyes roamed your body and you found yourself playing up a little bit at the attention you were receiving.
There was one tight black dress in particular though that they had insisted you try on which was giving you a harder time than the rest. You were no stranger to fiddly lingerie, having worn it everyday for years, but this was next level. It was essentially just tight black elastic strips that were connected to other pieces and the more you tried to figure it out the less you understood it. “You okay in there Y/N?” Their soft voice questioned you through the curtain. “Uhhh… no. I’m not okay. I can’t figure this damn thing out and I think I’m stuck now!” You jumped back a little in shock as they pulled back the curtain and entered the tight space, then pushing the curtain closed behind them.
“Ran!!” You exclaimed as you moved to cover yourself. This dress was the kind that you couldn’t wear any underwear with as it’d be showing through and would look a little crazy. “Oh shhh let me help you” they said as they grabbed your shoulders turning you around so you could watch in the mirror.
They gently teased both their flesh and metal fingers under the bands of the dress, smoothing some down and tightening others. The different temperatures of their hands was tickling you and sending goosebumps in the wake of every movement. Then they wrapped their hands around your chest and moved one of the bands down so it supported the plush flesh of your breast better. They did the same thing to your other breast, lightly touching your nipple oh so ‘accidentally’. You let out a soft moan at the contact and your eyes shot up to find Ran’s, ready to make excuses for the noise that left your lips.
But they weren’t looking at your face, instead they were running their flesh fingers down your back whilst their metal hand held your waist. You could tell that they were tracing the large scars that covered your back underneath your dark tattoos.
“Who did this to you?” They gasped quietly as their fingers found the end of a particularly large and intense scar. “That one was the owner at the last brothel I worked at… he and the madam liked to try and err… ‘correct’ my behaviour” you responded in a similarly hushed tone. “Fucking dicks.” Was all they said in response.
Looking away they adjusted a few more of the straps across your hips and then gently held your chin and moved your face upwards to make you look in the mirror. You glanced at yourself in the reflection and you were speechless.
The tight straps hugged your body sensually, showing off your curves and muscles in the most perfect way. “See I knew I picked out a good one.” Ran beamed at you. “Pretty girl!”
A blush spread across your cheeks and chest. Ran noticed and gripped your cheeks squishing them and cooing at you fondly. You were trying to escape their firm grasp when a loud cough interrupted you. “Do you need any help in there?” came the voice of the shop girl.
Ran covered your mouth with their flesh hand and responded “I’m fine thank you!”. You looked at them in the mirror and let your tongue poke out, wetly licking their palm with it. They shot a firm look at you and their grip on your face tightened as they gently shook your face. They leaned closer to your ear and whispered “Sevika was right, you are a brat”. They then bit down on the skin just below your ear. You let out a little moan and they hushed you quietly. “Okay, well if you need a different size or something just shout!” The girl called out as she walked away.
Ran was smirking down at you but removed their hand from your mouth and pulled away. Giving you a small spank on your bum they winked at you and moved back around the curtain leaving you alone again.
You looked into the mirror and saw that you were seriously blushing now. It’d been so long since you had been teased like this but today was apparently full of it.
After removing the overly complicated dress you left the changing room and met Ran in one of the aisles. You had two piles of folded clothes in your hands, a ‘yes’ pile and a ‘no’ pile. As impressive as the dress with the straps was it was far too impractical and it made its way into the ‘no’ pile. Passing the small bundle of clothes you wanted to purchase over to the shop girl, she rung you up.
Leaving the store after paying, you stopped into a shop that sold cosmetics. Ran helped you pick out some makeup that they recommended. You were looking at shampoo bottles when they walked over to you. Resting their chin on your shoulder they asked “what ya doing?”, you huffed a laugh at them and said “I can’t keep using your stuff. I feel bad”.
They moved back into your space, giving your hair an over exaggerated sniff and whispered “I like it when you smell like me…” You put down the bottle and responded saying “fiiiine no shampoo for me then!”.
After calling in a few more places you both left The Lanes returning back to the barracks before the sun set. Not that it made any real difference down in Zaun. Ran said their goodbyes to you in the hallway and went into the room two door down from yours.
You unlocked your door and went back into your room. Putting away your purchases you decided that your bed looked far too appealing to stay awake any longer.
You tossed and turned for a bit mulling over the day just gone.
You weren’t sure if you had annoyed Sevika earlier with your brisk response after your sparring session but she had grated you the wrong way with the comment about you being more than ‘a pretty whore’. You didn’t let it show during your trip out with Ran as you didn’t want to look like a sensitive little girl but you’d been thinking about it all afternoon. You decided you couldn’t sleep and decided to sharpen the rest of the blades you’d picked up instead.
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One early evening a few days later you woke up from a nap to three knocks ringing out through your room. You shot up looking around slightly panicking when the three knocks sounded again. “New girl, are you in there? We have a job!” Called a stern voice that could only belong to one person. You jumped up from your bed and ran to the door to open it, and as predicted, there she was, Sevika.
“Get your boots on we’re leaving in 15.” Was all the information you got about the job. This was it, your first real assignment with Silco’s gang. So far you’d been learning the ropes, Ran had talked you through the various businesses Silco ran, what your day to day would look like and what would be expected of you. You’d been out twice to help them on their collection rounds but more in a shadowing position. Sevika had even spent some time training with you and making sure you were ready to start working properly. You knew you needed to be on top form, to show them both you’d been taking everything in.
You shut your door and ran to your mirror. You looked like a mess… your hair was all frizzy and you’d fallen asleep in a T-shirt Ran had given you when you’d told them you’d been sleeping naked.
You had 15 minutes before you had to leave. 15 minutes to sort yourself out and look intimidating enough to fit in with the rest of Silco’s crew.
Stripping as fast as you could you pulled out some clothes from your drawers. A black turtleneck sleeveless top, your old faux leather trousers and your belt. You had to admit that the leather like material hugged your hips and arse nicely. You pulled your hair ties out and using a comb you’d purchased at the cosmetics store you worked quickly to fix your hair into a high ponytail.
You grabbed some of the makeup Ran had helped you pick out and you did yourself up. You were used to applying makeup as fast as possible, often having short notice before you were expected to be out in the ring. A little bit of contouring, blush, winged eyeliner and mascara later and you took your appearance in.
Damn.
You looked good. Freedom suited you.
Pulling on your boots and various harnesses with your blades you checked your weapons before grabbing your keys and heading back to your door. As you were locking up your room Sevika came out of hers. She looked you up and down quickly and walked past you. She didn’t say a word but she didn’t need to, the smirk on her face said it all.
You followed her down the stairs, out of the barracks and into The Last Drop. Sevika had long legs and walked fast, there you were, almost jogging the whole way to keep instep with her. You felt like a lost puppy following along behind the first person that was nice to it. You tried to catch up with her and ask her what the job was but she didn’t respond, she didn’t even look back at you. What a grump.
Once you made it up to Silco’s office she stopped so suddenly that you almost walked into her back. She whipped around, looked down at you and said “keep your mouth shut from now on, got it?” You simply nodded.
She smiled at you and said “Good girl.”
Dammit why did that make you blush so much. It was definitely a better pet name than Sugar Tits that was for sure.
Sevika knocked on the wooden door three times and Silco called out from behind “Enter.”
You followed Sevika into the office and stood next to her in front of Silco’s desk. As you entered he glanced at you for a second too long and you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand up. There was something about his eyes, both the healthy and damaged one, that felt like he could see straight into your soul.
He gave you this amazing opportunity. Your freedom. But there was still something dark about him that kept you on edge.
Suddenly something bright blue fell from the ceiling rafters and you jumped back a few inches, grabbing your blades at your sides but not removing them from their harnesses.
You caught your breath and looked at what was the cause of all the sudden movement.
It was a blue haired girl, she must have been no older than 15. She was skinny, pale and had the longest braids you’d ever seen in your life. She’d fallen from the ceiling and landed perfectly on Silco’s desk. You glanced up at Sevika to see her reaction to the situation, helping you to assess whether this girl was a threat to Silco or not. She looked annoyed, brows furrowed but other than that made no attempt to move away from the blue haired kid or try to protect Silco. So you straighten up and looked forward at the girl.
She was sat on the desk with her back facing you. She promptly bent her whole body back so she was looking at you from upside down and behind. Her eyes widened and she let out a high pitched giggle.
As fast as lightning she’d stood up and had appeared right in front of you. She was only just an inch or two shorter than you but she was close enough that you could feel her breath on your face.
“Hey ogre, this your little girlfriend I’ve heard about?” The blue haired girl asked Sevika. You had to bite your cheek to stop yourself from laughing at the nickname she’d given Sevika.
She continued to glare down at the teen and responded with a stern huff “No, she’s new, she’s working for Silco now.” The girl was circling you now, you felt on edge. She had the most mischievous of presences, even more so than Ran. She appeared back in front of you and was just about to speak when Silco cleared his throat. “Jinx, go back to your workshop I told you I wanted those weapons completing. You’re behind again.”
So Jinx was her name. Odd. What kind of parent would call a child that? Must be a nickname.
“Fiiiiiiiine, you old man. I’m going” she responded to your boss. You almost couldn’t believe she got away with speaking to him like that. You bet that if she was anyone else they would have ended up dead in the filthiest ditch in Zaun. “Bye fresh meat!” She wiggled her fingers tauntingly at you and almost skipped out of the door.
Fresh meat. She wasn’t wrong.
Once Jinx had left the room Silco stood up from behind his desk. He was more slender than you thought he would be. His high backed chair giving him a larger presence.
“The Chembarrons are gathering soon. We need to leave immediately. Sevika, new girl, you’re to act as my bodyguards. A shipment of shimmer has gone missing and Finn is blaming us again as per usual.” Silco spoke in his low raspy tone. Bodyguard. You could do that.
But what were the Chembarrons and who was Finn? You assumed that they must be Silco’s business associates but you’d probably find out soon enough. You thought that perhaps the name Chembarrons rang a bell in your brain. You were certain Ran had mentioned them before but you often found yourself distracted in their presence. You would rather watch their toned muscles flex as they worked or stare into the endless pools of darkness which were their beautiful eyes.
The three of you left the club and walked through the streets of Zaun in silence. You and Sevika were following him, one either side. You kept your eyes out for any trouble that might start but you were pleasantly surprised to see that the people on the streets seemed to respect Silco. Maybe it came from a place of fear or maybe it was because of all he stood for in Zaun. Its future.
You didn’t have to walk too far to get to the assembly hall. It was one of the less run down buildings in Zaun, clearly having seen better days but you assumed that if it was a meeting space for the leaders of the undercity then it was a little better kept than other places.
The three of you entered a rickety golden lift that took you up to the highest floor in the building. Sevika moved first when the lift doors opened and walked in front of Silco. You all walked down a long and dimly lit hallway eventually stopping in front of the lone door at the end of the landing.
You could hear loud arguing coming from inside the room. You found yourself on edge before you had even entered what you can only imagine was a snake pit. Sevika pushed open the ornate doors which were embellished in flowing black iron designs. She stepped inside and held the door open for you both.
Silco moved silently into the room, you slipping in after him.
Both you and Sevika stood behind him in the same formation as when you walked to the location. The door clicked shut behind you and silence filled the large glass ceilinged room. The room was strange to say the least, it almost resembled a green house with large glass domes filled with plants more beautiful than anything you’d seen before.
All the occupants turned their heads as Silco moved with purpose to stand at the head of the huge table that filled the room.
As Silco began his speech about why they were gathered today you scanned the room, you needed to make sure that you assessed the threat level of every person in the space.
Every person in that room looked dangerous.
There were several different people sat at the meeting table, all of whom looked well dressed by Zaun standards, each with a rather unique look.
There was an older woman with dark ginger hair, the sides shaved close to the skin. She wore a large feathered coat and her nose seemed to be replaced by metal which had two tubes that crossed her face and were pumping green liquid through them. Next to her, on one side of the table, sat a small bat like Yordle with a ridiculously tall top hat. He had metal prosthetics arms that ticked and twitched every few seconds. Opposite him sat a rather attractive woman with bleach white hair similar to yours but hers were dyed a lime green at the ends. She had many piercings adorning her face, and she was dressed to look almost like a dominatrix. To her left sat the most wizened looking man you’d ever seen, he had an air of cold boredom to him. He was well dressed and had gold embellishments across his coat.
At the far head of the table stood a rather arrogant looking man. He had black hair which was shaved down one side and he was covered in tattoos. He wore a yellow and black studded leather jacket which sat draped across his shoulders. Almost regally. The most striking thing about him was the his skeletal golden lower jaw which appeared to be bolted into his face.
As Silco spoke about the stolen shipment and how he planned to take it back, you noticed the arrogant tattooed man from before was staring at you. His hands were both planted on the table and his intense gaze never faulted.
You flicked your eyes over to Sevika to see if you could deduce anything else about this man. Sevika had noticed his interest in you and was returning his stares ten fold. She looked both angry and disgusted. Then her eyes moved to you and all you could see written on her face was displeasure.
Silco’s speech came to an end and arguments erupted across the room. The tattooed man at the opposite end of the table finally broke his unnerving stare and spoke up, silencing the others. “Silco, you’re telling me that you expect me to send my men out to retrieve the stolen cargo?”
“Yes. It was in your possession at the time after all Finn.” Silco responded. Okay, so that was Finn who Silco mentioned earlier.
“Fine. I am nothing if not an honourable man. I will send my team out to retrieve it.” Finn stated. You heard a small laugh come from Sevika. It was clear she didn’t agree with his description of himself.
“Do you have the location of the shipment?” Finn asked Silco.
“Yes I do, I have it on good word that it is being smuggled out of Zaun through an abandoned mine in three days time.” Silco responded.
At that the meeting was over. Sevika opened the iron doors again and Silco led the way out this time.
The three of you returned to The Last Drop entering through the back door as it was late and the club was filling up. Silco retreated back to his office but Sevika stayed back with you, grabbing your arm with her flesh hand and pulling you into storage cupboard behind the bar. She almost threw you in as she flicked on the light and shut the door behind her. You knocked into a shelf and caused the glass bottles of liquor to clink against each other dangerously.
“Ouch what was that for?!” You shouted at her, steadying yourself and holding onto the wrist she’d grabbed you by. She grabbed it again but more gently this time, you winced as she pulled it out of your own grasp and towards herself.
You looked down at your wrist in her large hand and noticed the purple bruise that was forming. “That was from us sparring before.” You informed her as she ran her cold metal fingers across the blemished surface of your skin. Then teasingly she put a small amount of pressure on the bruise as she continued running her metal fingers down your wrist.
You let out a small whine at the pain and her steel grey eyes darted up to yours. She looked hungry. Her grip on you tightened as she pulled your body towards hers, turning you and then caging you in against the wooden store cupboard door.
“What do you want Sevika?!” You angrily asked her whilst you tried to pull your wrist loose from her metal fingers.
“I didn’t like the way Finn was staring at you earlier.” She simply stated as if that was the obvious reason as to why she now had you cornered. “I didn’t exactly want him to ogle me like a piece of meat!” You bit back at her still not ceasing your attempt to wriggle away.
Sevika, bored by your weak effort, grabbed your other arm with her metal hand and pinned them both high above your head, pressing you into the hard door. You almost had to stand on your toes to remain on the floor. “Sevika!” You gasped as you glared up at her but her gaze was locked onto your soft pink lips as her name fell from them. You looked at her then, really looked at her. The blue scars running across her cheek almost glowed in the low light of the store room. Her rich brown skin looked so soft, you wanted to reach out and touch it. You wanted to run your fingers through her short hair and pull it hard just to see how she’d punish you for it.
She leaned in and whispered into your ear “say it again.” Her breath tickled your throat and sent goosebumps running across your spine. You let out a quiet whine and then repeated yourself. You felt her thigh move upwards and spread your legs open, quickly pressing her thick muscled leg into your cunt.
You barely knew her and here you were pinned to a door whining her name and rocking yourself against her thigh. But you had to admit the sexual tension between you two was obvious from the moment you stepped up into her space back in your cell in the fight pit.
“Yes, just like that little girl” she cooed into your ear as you picked up speed stimulating yourself against her. Your cunt was soaked now, if you weren’t wearing faux leather trousers you’d be sure you’d have a wet patch showing through.
You moaned her name again as she nuzzled her nose against your neck. You felt her bite down hard on your pulse point, only releasing your skin to soothe her tongue against the mark she left. She repeated this action across your neck and collar bones, only seemingly stopping when she noticed your collar still around your neck.
She didn’t comment on it though like you thought she might. It seemed that she had a jealous streak and this was evidence of your past ownership. Whatever comments she had, she held back.
“Are you close princess?” She asked you softly instead, blowing against the wet patch on your neck. You moaned back “yesssss” rocking down harder against her thigh now. “Good girl. I want you to cum for me.” Janna, she had to know what her pet names were doing to you.
You were nearly there, just a few more thrusts of your hips and you would reach your desperate high.
And that’s the exact moment the door knob turned as someone tried to get into the store cupboard you two were busy occupying.
Sevika pulled away from you dropping your arms from her metal grip and yelled “give me a minute!” Slamming her fist against the door to make her point. You were about to whine at the loss of her body against yours, but as if sensing this, her lips found yours.
Her kiss was firm as she dominated your mouth. You were stunned by her eagerness but you quickly returned her kiss pressing up into her. She bit down on the metal bar piercing the middle of your lower lip and tugged it between her teeth.
Her thigh moved from between your legs as she pulled away from your mouth. Her lips tracing once again over your neck. She whispered to you “this isn’t over.”
She pushed back away from you completely then and went to open the door. “Wait! Where are you going?” You whined at her as you moved away from the door.
“I need to meet with Silco to go over what happened today at the Chembarron meeting.” And with that she opened the door and left you alone, your cunt still pulsing and wet with your need.
You left the cupboard a minute after her, just enough time for it not to look suspicious. As you left, you caught the eye of the bartender who was busy serving drinks and had clearly been waiting for you two to leave. He looked a little flustered and his eyes shot back down at the drink he was pouring, which he promptly spilled half of. The patron at the bar yelling at him for being careless.
You quickly moved through the bar wanting to get somewhere quieter. You needed to shower and take care of your little issue. Sevika had left you soaking wet and frustrated. You felt annoyed at her for leaving you like some toy she’d gotten bored with, but not too annoyed that you wouldn’t happily beg her to continue next time you were alone like that.
You made it back to your room and immediately started the shower. Whilst you waited for the water to warm up you stripped bare. You felt each of the bruises on your body, you pressed down on the one Sevika had applied pressure to, the memory flashing behind your eyes.
You continued moving your hands down, pressing each purple, blue and yellow mark. Ever since you were a kid you’d had a slightly sick fascination with keeping track of the colours and sensitivity of the bruises you gained. Your father had given you enough to last a lifetime. No mother around to protect you, having died in childbirth with your sibling. They also didn’t survive. Your father somehow managed to blame you for their deaths, saying that your mother had such a hard time giving birth to you a few years before, that her body couldn’t handle it again. That it was your fault his wife and child died and he was stuck with a girl who looked too much like her.
Your slender face looking just like your mothers never worked in your favour, your father liked it too much.
Suddenly you didn’t need to finish yourself off, the frustration having died down. Only anger left.
After a rather difficult start to life you find yourself working for Silco. You grow closer and closer to two of your colleagues, Ran and Sevika. But will your complicated past drive them away?
(I’m posting my AO3 works here as I have some shorter ideas I want to post please tell me if the formatting is weird)
*SMUT INCOMING IN CHAPTER 2*
next chapter
tw: brothels, rape, incest, abortion, abuse, violence, fisting, strap ons, drug use, face sitting, fingering, squirting
warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact.
Chapter 1: Caged Animal
You were pacing, pacing back and forth. Like a caged animal, because that’s what you were at the end of the day. A caged animal forced to fight in the unregulated pits for the entertainment of other low life Zaunites and bored Pilties.
You’d just finished up a fight in the ring, blood dripping from a cut on your lip and bruises blooming across your body. Adrenaline still coursing through your veins like a drug. You had won again, the other fighter coming off worse for wear. Once the cheering had died down and the bets had been settled you had been dragged back to the dank cell where you slept.
A series of unfortunate childhood events had led you to this place, kidnapped off the streets you lived on and sold between dodgy brothels eventually resulting in you spending the last year in an illegal fighting den. Unbelievably this was better than any brothel you’d worked in. You were always forced to work in the underground establishments run by sleazy madams who didn’t care if the girls were on shimmer or there against their will. Only caring about the coins they’d have made at the end of every day. The men that would approach you for sex disgusted you. You’d always been in to women so the thought of the way you had to sell yourself to those pigs made bile rise in your throat.
You were a fighter though, always had been. When the customers got violent with you or the other girls, you were the first to throw a punch. Often leading to hours of punishment and ‘correction’ from the arseholes who ran the place. Leaving you with unforgiving scars and even angrier than before. Eventually the last underground brothel owner had enough of your disobedience and sold you into the fight pits.
Apparently the owner of this illegal fighting ring had found a gold mine in people willing to watch two girls beat the shit out of each other half naked, until the victor is sat straddling the other, covered in both of their blood and sweat, panting and screaming from the adrenaline (and often shimmer) rush. You didn’t want to hurt these girls, but you had to. They were all muscle and hard lines. Each sporting a metal collar engraved with their individual number. They were like you, covered in piercings and tattoos. That always did it for you, you found the softer girls at the brothels attractive but you liked the strong ones who could hold their own the most. You wanted to touch them with more gentle hands, have them tease you and leave bites trailing down your body as they pinned you down. But your fantasy was tarnished by men, again. They wanted the violence, that’s what got them off.
You were one of the owners best fighters, almost always coming out on top, dominating every match. Growing up in an abusive household and then on the streets had taught you well. Never let your guard down and never give your opponent an opening, it could easily cost you your life. This worked in your favour here, you could easily predict your opponents next move. Ducking and weaving till you saw that perfect opening and then taking advantage of it to stun them with precise powerful punches.
You’d never met the owner before, hearing that he preferred to go unnoticed. Presumably because of the nature of his business. You did however have to deal with his ‘associates’, a gang of burly men who ruled with force and their fists.
The skinniest of whom, a man you knew only as The Accountant, was currently walking down the dimly lit corridor towards your cell door. You could tell it was him from the sound of his abnormal gait. He was a weak pathetic looking man, who you presumed enjoyed his job managing the bosses finances as it was as close to a sense of power or control that he’d ever get. You’d met him a plenty of times before, he liked to come down to the cells and leer at the girls in his spare time.
Something was different this time though. He wasn’t alone. You stopped your pacing to listen closer, there were two other sets of footsteps following his. It wasn’t long before he was stopped outside your door, unlocking it. You looked up to watch as The Accountant opened the door.
It swung open to revel that he was being flanked by two other people. A tall, muscular woman with short dark hair which was half tied up in a ponytail so it was out of her face. Her posture was ridgid, shoulders tense. She was accompanied by a slightly shorter, skinnier person who had a black choppy fringe and dark painted lips. They both stopped outside the door staring in at you with unreadable expressions whilst the creep stepped over the threshold and approached you.
“T-today’s your lucky day... Err.. You’re getting out of here.” He said, although not in his usual leering manner. You could tell he was trying to act tougher, trying to be more imposing than he normally was. Perhaps trying to look more important in front of the two strangers. He was failing. He’s nervous demeanour seeping through. “What do you mean?” You questioned him. Confused about where this whole conversation was going. Girls didn’t normally get to leave the fight pits alive. “Did the boss get bored of his favourite toy? You here to finish me off?” Tilting your head to the side you asked the people who stood just beyond the door. “No.” Spoke the tall muscular woman. She had a deep voice with an imposing presence that didn’t seem to allow for questions.
“Well what in the hell do you want then? As you can see I’m rather busy here.” you responded with a tone of boredom. Waving your arm at the empty space which was only occupied by a sad looking mattress, a punching bag suspended from the ceiling, and an empty food tray which was yet to have been picked up by one of the goons who kept order down in the damp cells. The cell was cold, with no natural light, not conditions for any human to live in.
“Well these two are going t-to take you away from here. Their boss has… errrr… p-procured you shall we say…” The Accountant stuttered. Clearly growing unsettled by the looming presence of the two strangers. He must know something more. Something that he’s not letting on. “If you’re taking me somewhere I want to know where.” You demanded of the taller woman. “You’re not exactly in a position to refuse, brat” she quickly retorted. She turned to the sallow looking accountant and said “You were right. She is argumentative.”
You breathed slowly, growing tired of this game quickly. Trying to calm your agitated mind you started walking towards the taller woman until you were in her personal space, close enough to see the blue scars up one side of her cheek and the steel grey of her eyes. You stared up into them briefly getting a little lost in them. You came back to reality quickly when you realised that she was glaring down at you. She was busy assessing you when her expression changed and her lips smirked upwards and she let out a small laugh. “You’re quite the brave one aren’t you?” She spoke, softer now. You grinned at her, sensing that she’d be a strong opponent, someone you could have a real fight against and maybe wouldn’t win. That sent a small shiver down your spine at the thought of losing to her and having her pin you down underneath her strong body. Claiming her prize.
“Your boss bought me huh? You guys run another fight ring or just some seedy brothel?” You asked her. “Not quite. He’s noticed you and wanted to have a little chat” she responded. “A chat huh? That doesn’t really answer my question.” You said, still staring up at her. “If you’re done staring at me like that I’d like to get out of here now so get your things together. Come on, Ran.” She spoke as she gave the other stranger a short nod and started walking back up the long corridor.
You’d almost forgotten that they were here. They were silent this whole time, just watching you talking back to the other woman with a slightly amused look on their face. You frowned slightly and shouted back to her “I don’t have things. That’s not a luxury we’re afforded down here.” The person who you guessed was Ran gave you a cheeky smile and followed the other woman down the hallway. It was almost as if they were certain that you’d follow them. “Great. You’ll have no trouble leaving immediately then will you?” she spoke back as she carried on walking. There was obviously no room for arguments with her so you followed them both, leaving The Accountant behind without a second look. Not like you had anywhere to go and if you were honest the pits were getting boring. The same routine day in, day out. Fight, win, get patched up, then stare at the ceiling above your dingy mattress for hours until someone came along to feed you, cry yourself to sleep and inevitably wake up screaming. You’d see what her boss wanted to ‘chat’ with you about.
Maybe where ever they were taking you there would be a change in your routine? Something to break up the monotony of feeling your mind slowly slipping from the boredom. Maybe you’d be free to find a way to deal with your frustrations and anger at the world in a more… intimate way.
As you followed the two people up the winding staircase and along different dark corridors that you’d never seen before (the goons tended to drag you back and forth between the pit and the cells through the back corridors) you found yourself taking in their appearances a little closer.
You saw that the shorter of the two, Ran perhaps, wore a white shirt with a leather harness which seemed to hold twin blades tight against their side. Scanning down you saw that one of their hands was metal, clearly they’d lost it somehow and it’d been replaced with a prosthetic at some point. You looked across to the taller woman and saw that she had a burgundy cloak covering her upper body and most of her left side. Just as you were analysing her a little closer you made it to a large metal door which she opened forcefully and smell of Zaun hit you for the first time in months.
You’d only been outside a handful of times in the last year, spending most of your days locked away underground. You stopped in the doorway and breathed in the harsh polluted air, coughing slightly as it hit your lungs. Ran stopped to turn towards you, noticing that you weren’t following behind them. “Come, he’s expecting us back soon.” They spoke for the first time. “Who’s that?” You asked catching your breath and picking up speed so as not to get left behind.
“Your new boss” they responded to your question, watching as you passed them to catch up to the taller woman. They followed behind closely, presumably to make sure you didn’t try and make a run for it. Your new boss? This was a job then. Would you be working alongside these two? What kind of work was it? So many questions ran through your head but you didn’t bother trying to get answers from either of your escorts. You doubted that they’d give you them.
You could feel Ran’s eyes on the back of you, taking in the sight before them. You were slim but with curves in all the right places. You still had toned muscles from all the fighting and hours of exercise alone in your cell but you looked nothing like the well built woman in front of you. There was little else to do other than work your body whilst you waited to be dragged up to the ring to fight. It kept you strong enough to survive another day.
You had long white blonde hair with shaved undercuts on each side of your head and a short fringe. You preferred to keep the rest of your hair out of your face with two long French braids which went down to your lower back. Your eyes were also bright white, which was apparently unusual in these parts, you’d always been bullied for them. In your memories your mother had the same eyes, her face would stare back at you every time you looked in the mirror.
You had tattoos all across your body, they were curtesy of the boss down in the fight pits. He liked you to maintain an intimidating appearance, but at least they’d allowed you to pick out the intricate artwork yourself. He gave you that one freedom of choice at least. Silver bars and hoops pierced your ears, lips, and nose. The goons had to hold you down as they did them, ironically enough, though you were happy to sit for hours and let the backstreet tattoo artist work on you. The numbing pain of the needles soothing you into a calmer state of mind whereas the sharp short pain of the piercings was jarring.
As you rounded another street you started to feel the cold breeze blow over you. You had left the cells with just the clothes on your back. You wore a simple worn out black cropped tank top, with bandages underneath keeping your breasts supported, and black leather looking pants which were held up by a belt slung low on your hips, your thong was suggestively poking out under the low riding trousers. You had an old beat up pair of combat boots on which just barely kept the dirty puddles on the streets from seeping through. And lastly the metal collar with your number engraved on the inside. It had an O-ring attachment which was used to drag you around or tie you down when you needed disciplining.
Shit.
You forgotten about the collar! How were you meant to get it off? It locked with a key but The Accountant never gave it to you. Maybe you should ask to go back? But looking at the way the woman in front of you was storming through the Lanes you didn’t think that’d be an option.
Just as your mind was trying to come up with a solution you looked up and really took in the streets around you. There were people out drinking and smoking, presumably looking for some trouble to keep them busy. The bustling streets were lined with vendors selling their goods, run down looking apartments, and dirty looking food stalls. There were kids running up and down the street chasing each other between the crowds. The neon lights of Zaun had changed little in your time underground. The smoke and smog had seemed to be worse than you remembered or maybe you just weren’t used to it anymore. You’d grown up on these streets, along with other kids stealing to survive. This was your home even though you’d not had one in many years. Never letting yourself settle anywhere for too long.
The tall woman in front of you slowed down as she approached a bar that you faintly remember seeing years before. The Last Drop. However this time it looked different, less like a homely pub and more like a club. Neon signs adorned the outside flashing and blinding you with their light. The guards outside were definitely new too. Big burly men that took one look at the woman in front of you and stepped aside for her. She opened the door and started making her way through the crowds. The patrons seemed to notice her straight away and made a path for her to pass through and cross the packed room, past a bar serving the drinks and up a staircase in the back. You followed her quickly not wanting to get left behind, Ran was holding up the rear following closely. There was no time to really take in your surroundings but from a brief glance you could see this was a lively place full of drinking and gambling.
As you followed the fierce woman up the stairs a spark of confidence, or stupidity, caused you to reach out and grab the arm of hers that you could see. She stopped mid step and turned towards you.
Oh no.
That was definitely stupidity.
She knocked your hand away with her arm and once again glared down at you. “What?!” she said sternly. The height difference only made larger by her being on a higher step than you. “I errr… I just wanted to ask you what your name is…” you spoke softly, internally scolding yourself for grabbing onto her like that. Surprisingly her glare softened and she responded to your question.
“Sevika.”
Sevika.
You spoke her name in your head. Enjoying the way it sounded. You were pulled from your mind by the harsh sound of three sharp knocks on a large wooden door just a few steps from the top of the stairs. “Come in.” Spoke a bored voice from behind the door. Sevika opened the door and as she stepped inside you were able to see the space beyond it. Dark wooden walls gave the room a sense of unnerving claustrophobia. The main source of light being a large circular window with a green tint and an intricate pattern made from metal bars.
There was a large desk just in front of the window and behind which you could see a high backed chair was turned to face the eerie green glow of the street below.
You turned briefly to look behind you where Ran was standing. They gave you a smirk and a short nod towards the desk, imploring you to go further into that imposing room. You knew that everything would change once you’d crossed that threshold. You wouldn’t be leaving that room the same bored and tired pit fighter that you entered it as. But that was what you wanted. You could have refused to leave the pits. You could have started a fight with Sevika and Ran in that dingy cell. You probably would’ve lost but maybe if you had wanted to stay in your stagnant, monotonous life down there then it would have been worth the aggravation. You didn’t want that life anymore though. The first breath of the dirty Zaun air that hit your lungs reminded you of the freedom you’d given up on. You wanted to choose your future. So even if you had to follow two complete strangers into this dangerous situation to potentially get that freedom it was worth the risk. You stepped forward into the room standing beside Sevika in front of the desk staring curiously at the back of the stiff looking chair.
“We picked up your latest acquisition. You didn’t tell me it was a person.” Sevika barked at whoever was sat in the chair facing away from you both. You heard Ran step into the dark room and the click of the door closing behind them.
“Yes, well I know you would have been rather opinionated about me ‘buying’ a person.” Came a low drawl of the man seated before you. The chair turned slowly and revealed to you the source of the voice. A rather skinny, sharply dressed man with slicked back greying hair. The first thing that you noticed was half of his face was scarred… or was it melted almost? He had a one black eye with a burning orange centre that seemed to pierce you with its emotionless stare. As your brain caught up to what you were witnessing you suddenly remembered that it was rude to stare, so quickly looked away. Instead trying to take in the features of the ornate golden patterns framing his desk.
He’d most definitely seen your awkward stare but chose to ignore it. He must be used to getting that reaction from people the first time they meet him. Instead he introduced himself to you. Silco was his name, it would appear that since you’d been hidden away fighting for your life he’s seized control of the lanes. He ran various different businesses. Shimmer deals, protection rackets, and the nightclub downstairs to name a few. It would seem that Sevika was his second in command, enforcing his orders and reporting back to him.
“Why did you ‘buy’ me then? What do you need from me?” You asked him once he’d finished his introductions. “Don’t think of it as you being purchased as such. I’m giving you a choice.” A choice huh, not like you’d had many of those in your life. “You can either leave here right now, free to go about your life with just the clothes on your back. Or you can join me. Work for me.” Not much of a choice then…
“I heard about your skills in the ring. You leave almost every opponent seriously injured or dead. I want you to use your talents to help our cause. Control the lanes and fight for Zaun’s independence from Piltover.”
He continued his pitch to you. “You’d have free board and you’d be paid well for your efforts. You’ll have one day off a week with which you can do as you please. Otherwise I expect you to be in the barracks or the bar waiting for my word.” As he finished his speech Sevika turned to look at you, waiting for your answer.
There really wasn’t much to think about. You could leave now, go back down into the lanes and try to continue where you left off years ago before you were kidnapped off the streets. You had nobody to go back home to, your mother had passed away when you were very young and you had no idea where your dead beat dad may have ended up. Silco was here offering your employment, housing, and a purpose. You could see yourself fitting in here, just another Zaunite dealt a shit hand in life using their grit and determination to grab onto anything positive that came their way.
“Okay.” You responded. “I’ll work for you.”
“Good. You made the right choice. Sevika, Ran. Show her to the barracks, find her a room. I want you to take her to the armoury tomorrow morning and kit her out.” Silco instructed the two others still in the room. You saw Sevika nod sharply at Silco and turn to walk away towards the exit. “Oh also… I’m giving you a week’s advance on your pay. You’ll need to get yourself set up I assume?” Silco asked just as you were about to turn away.
You were a little taken aback but responded quickly “Oh… err. Yes sir.” He nudged over a small bag of coins which clinked as they moved towards you on his desk. You carefully reached out to take them, not wanting to seem overly eager.
You were left standing in front of that imposing man, his gaze no longer on you but on a clipboard in his hands. You felt like you should express your gratitude for the opportunity and your advance. He must have paid off your old boss handsomely to take his best fighter away, either that or the visitors to the rings were bored with the predictability of your wins by now. “Thank you.” You spoke quietly. As first you weren’t sure if he had heard you or just wasn’t used to those words being uttered in his presence so chose to ignore them. But you thought you saw one of his eyebrows raise slightly.
You turned to follow behind Sevika. Ran once again bring up the rear and you were guided out of the back exit to The Last Drop and down an alley. It was nighttime now and the cold air was once again sending goosebumps up your bare arms. You didn’t have long to walk though as you were shown the entrance to another run down looking building. This one was almost as noisy as the club had been, just without the music and the party atmosphere. It didn’t take you long to find the source of all the noise. Men were crowded around a small table in a room just off the entrance way. You could see them placing bets on something as you walked past. You saw it was a chalk board with your name written on it. Below were clearly bets on how long you would last here as one of Silco’s workers. You saw them turn to face you at the sound of the front door being shut behind you.
To say they were an interesting bunch of people was an understatement. Men of varying sizes and shapes were filling the room. None of whom looked welcoming but their eyes did linger on you with a hint of surprise.
One man pushed past the others and spoke to Sevika as she ushered you through the hallway. “Damn Ran, she’s cuter than I thought she’d be! You said she was a pit fighter? We were expecting someone bigger and nastier looking.” Sevika stopped in her tracks which caused you to almost bump into her back but you caught yourself at the last possible moment.
She pushed her way around you and spoke down to the shorter man. Getting right up in his face with a clearly threatening tone to her voice.
“Keep your hands off of her. If I see or hear about anyone one of you making her feel uncomfortable then I’ll see to it that you don’t get paid.” She glanced at the room of men which had gone silent after her threat and carried on walking back down the hallway and up a set of stairs. Slightly bewildered you gave the room full of men one last glance and carried on following behind Sevika. You made your way up to the top of the building onto a dimly lit landing. She walked along the hallway and told you that there were no men staying on this floor. Just her, Ran and now you.
There were about 5 doors along the landing and she led you to the second to last one. She unlocked it and pushed the squeaky door open.
“This is your room. Here’s the keys, don’t loose them.” She told you firmly and placed them in your hands. You stepped inside and scanned across the dusty room. It was small, but against the wall was a decent sized bed with a bedside table which had a lamp on it. On one side of the room was a floor length mirror and a set of drawers that had seen better days. In the middle was a wobbly looking table and two chairs, and set into the wall beside the bed was a circular window that you weren’t sure even opened. You noticed another door and were surprised when it opened up to reveal a dingy bathroom with a small shower, toilet and sink. It’d need a clean but you were just glad to have somewhere you could lock yourself away. Nobody else would ever hold the keys to your cage again.
“It’s not much but it’s home.” Spoke Ran, making you jump slightly as you had once again forgotten they had been silently following behind you. “It’s more than I’ve ever had.” You responded quietly. “You weren’t joking when you said you didn’t have any belongs were you?” Sevika chimed in. “No. All of our clothes were given to us as we needed them. We’d use the makeup and toiletries that they gave us when we were getting ready for a match. Any personal items I’d lost long before I’d even arrived there, it’s hard to hold onto the things you love down here.” You replied, a slightly wistful tone to your voice. Sevika just huffed in response to your rather depressing answer. Ran though moved towards you, once again assessing you, looking you up and down. You were used to being stared at, but not by someone who didn’t seem to be leering at you or trying to start a fight.
“Can I… help you…?” You asked them. Suddenly aware that you were still covered in blood and body paint from your fight.
“I think I should have some spare clothes that might fit you. And some spare shampoo and stuff” they replied with a small smile on their face. “Wait here!” They left you standing there awkwardly with Sevika. She didn’t look at you, instead favouring kicking her boot against a floor board that was seemingly starting to come loose. You watched her for a moment before you got the courage to thank her for scolding the group of men earlier. “It’s nothing... but you need to be able to handle your own shit here. I’m not going to pick up the pieces if you piss them off.”
You simply nodded at her response, making a mental note of what she said. Clearly she had a very low tolerance for idiots and you didn’t want to test her.
Ran wasn’t gone long luckily and when they returned, Sevika excused herself stating that she needed to report back to Silco and that she’d come by your room tomorrow morning to take you to the armoury. You nodded and thanked her for showing you to your room.
Ran handed over an armful of clothes, a towel, and some toiletries, which you happily accepted. “If you fancy it come down to The Last Drop after you’ve settled in. I’ll buy you a drink” they stated and then turned away and left you alone in your new room.
After putting the bundle of clothes Ran gave you away in the dresser you took some time to get the shower running at a decently warm temperature. You stood under the running water, letting the days events replay in your mind. The shock of it all, the thoughts of what the future held for you now, and for some reason a flash of Sevika’s eyes glaring down at you all swirled around in your head. Maybe it was the effect of the warm water or all your emotions that made you feel a bit light headed but you quickly washed yourself, cleaning away the makeup, grime and blood that still clung to your body from your last fight.
You stepped out of the shower wrapping the towel that your new colleague had given you around your body. You wiped down the mirror with your hand so you could get a look at yourself. It wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed doing. You were always trying not to over analysis the large scar that ran up from your lip, across your left cheek, over your eye and cutting through your eyebrow. You had a similarly dramatic scar across your neck as well though it was hidden under a large tattoo and your collar.
Gently tracing it with your fingers you decided not to dwell on them anymore, instead you focused on drying yourself off and then walked into your room to take a look at the clothes Ran had left you. From the pile they had kindly let you borrow you picked out a pair of fitted black trousers (which you had to roll up at the ankles so they fit you a bit better), a sports bra, some simple underwear, socks and a white shirt which buttoned up. You decided to tie the shirt in a knot at the front that sat just below the band of your bra. It showed off your cleavage nicely you thought to yourself. You pulled your still slightly damp hair into a high ponytail, pulled on your boots and left your room, locking it behind you.
You wondered back the way Sevika and Ran had brought you earlier and found yourself walking through the back entrance of The Last Drop. The music was louder now and the bar was full but you managed to spot Ran playing pool in a corner. They were joined by a few of the men that had been betting on you earlier. Ran looked up from their game just as you were walking over. They gave you a small smirk and silently handed you a drink. You took the drink thanking them. Having a sip you found it was a smoky whisky, you wondered how they had guessed you liked something stronger and not some fruity cocktail. You figured they weren’t much of a talker so you just settled in to watch them play.
You glanced around at the bar taking in all the new faces. You could tell that most of the people there seemed to be regulars, the way they moved through the space with comfort and ease. A booth occupied by two men dressed in expensive looking suits stood out to you the most. They looked out of place in their well tailored clothes and neat slicked back hair. Slowly sipping on an amber liquid.
Ran caught you staring at them. “Pilties” they simply stated. “Why are they down here?” You questioned. They laughed slightly at you “Trying to get in Silco’s good books. Want to do some business with him I suppose.” That surprised you, you thought that they’d be too scared to come down to the undercity. “Would he though? Don’t all topsiders hate our guts?” You responded. “Yeah but I guess some of these rich brats aren’t above making a bit of dirty cash. And Silco would happily have their investments if it helped the cause.” They replied and went back to their game.
After a couple of minutes you looked back at the two men but this time they were joined by Sevika. She was sat spread out in the booth. She seemed to have a way of dominating any space she was in. She was smoking a cigarillo, and you watched her blow the smoke out of her beautiful dark lips, causing one of the two men to cough. Slightly mesmerised you looked away before she caught you staring. Janna, you needed to get laid. She wasn’t sat with them for long. You watched her shake their hands, then the two men left. She finished off her drink in one mouthful and stood. Once again you whipped your head back around to focus on Ran’s game so as not to attract her attention. You weren’t so lucky, as a few seconds later you watched a large shadow creep up on you.
Looking behind you and jumping a little as you saw Sevika standing above you. “Caught you staring at me.” She whispered in your ear moving her arms to cage you in slightly against the pool table. “Oh… urmm sorry the Pilties caught my eye. They aren’t exactly subtle.” You quickly replied. Trying to deflect from your slight blush spreading on your cheeks at her proximity. “Hmmmm no they aren’t. Had one of the guards escort them topside so they make it back in one piece.” She moved away from you then, giving you more space. Instead choosing to rest her hips against the pool table. “They’re young and dumb, two rich brothers looking to increase their trust funds with a little bit of underground business. Easy money.” She stated. “For us or them?” You asked, genuinely curious about the business you now found yourself working for.
“Both. But mostly us. Not worth the effort otherwise.” She looked at you then, her gaze travelling slowly down to where the shirt Ran had lent you was tied. You knew she could probably get a good look at your cleavage from this angle but you found that you didn’t much care if she was looking.
“Anyways. Nice talking to you sugar tits but I have business to attend to.” Before you had the chance to respond to the pet name she’d turned and left through the main door. Gawking slightly you heard Ran laugh at you.
“She’s going to The Gardens.” They informed you as they finished up their game. It appears that they had won, you noticed some coins exchanging hands. Ran turned back to you and asked “Fancy another drink?” You really didn’t want to stay any longer. You weren’t used to being able to move around freely and there were too many people so close to you.
“No thanks. I think I might head back up. Thank you for the drinks and the clothes again.” They nodded at your response. “No worries, been a long day for you I guess. And don’t worry about it. They look good on you by the way.” The replied with a mischievous expression on their face. You watched their eyes scan you and just like Sevika’s they lingered a little longer over your breasts. And again, just like with Sevika, you seemed to not mind the attention.
Seems like tonight you’ll have a lot to occupy your thoughts as you have some much needed alone time.
You made it back to your room okay, you did have a small concern that one of the men you saw earlier in the barracks might try and interact with you but luckily they all gave you a wide breadth. You guessed you had Sevika’s threats to thank for that.
You kicked off your boots taking a look at them as they fell to the floor. You’d definitely need to get some new ones. Yours were steel toed but after years of wearing them in the ring the metal had dented and the leather was wearing away. New boots would be a larger cost so thinking over what you’d need to use your advance on you decided they’d have to do until you had a few weeks pay saved up.
You shoved your socks inside them and tucked them neatly by the dresser as you moved into the bathroom, tying your hair into a messy bun and rinsed off your face. Toothbrush and toothpaste. That’s a must. And some makeup. It didn’t need to be fancy it just needed to not smudge when you sweat during a fight.
Drying off your face with the towel Ran had let you borrow you made a mental list of things you’d need to start afresh. This whole freedom thing was going to be expensive.
Removing Ran’s clothes you folded them and placed them in a dresser draw, choosing to sleep naked instead since you didn’t have anything comfortable enough to wear.
Slipping into the firm bed you rested your head on the pillow. You thought back to both Sevika and Ran staring at your cleavage earlier in the bar. Then your mind wondered to what Ran had said about Sevika going to The Gardens.
You knew that The Gardens was a reputable brothel. Babette didn’t allow for her girls to be on Shimmer and they definitely had to be there of their own free will. You found yourself starting to wonder about what Sevika might have been like to have as a customer, you’d never had women come in. They tended not to frequent the seedy establishments you were sold to, maybe there was something about the lack of consenting partners.
You would have loved to have had Sevika come in and choose you. That would definitely had made your day, or week or maybe year. Slowly your hand made its way up your body gently stroking across your left breast and then teasing your nipple as you started pinching the pink bud. Your other hand found its way to your pussy which you weren’t surprised to find was already wet and ready for your fingers to slowly circle your clit. You took your time building yourself up before you slipped two fingers into your soaking wet hole and started pumping them in and out gradually picking up speed. Your legs spread wider, toes curling into the sheets as your other hand found your clit and started circling it firmly.
Your mind traveled as you pushed yourself closer and closer to your peak. You imagined her hands were the ones between your legs not your own. A third finger slipping into your cunt to mimic her thicker hands. Would she be gentle or rough? Would she take complete control over you, only allowing you to cum after you begged her for release? Would she relinquish all control to you and let you take your time bringing her to the edge again and again before she snaps and uses you for her pleasure? Would she use pet names for you in bed too? Did she liked to be called anything in particular herself? Master? Sir? Mommy… even?
With that last thought you were now just on the edge. Three fingers pumping hard and fast into your pulsing cunt, they were dragging along your sweet spot with every stroke. So distracted by your own approaching climax you failed to hear the heavy footsteps climbing up the wooden stairs to the top landing.
You were still distracted when they walked towards your door. Your other hand was occupied with teasing your clit in tight firm circles. Short hard pants leaving your lips louder than you realised. Only when you were past the point of no return and a loud moan was already slipping from your lips did you hear the unmistakable footsteps of Sevika pass your door and stop just outside.
You gasped a quick breath trying to gather yourself so you could listen out for her next move. Fingers slipping from your wet cunt and coming up to cover your mouth. The smell of your own arousal strong on your glistening fingers. You heard a small shuffle and the sound of keys turning in the lock of the last door on the landing. Then a pause of movements. A short huff of a laugh and her door opened, Sevika entered and closed the door behind her.
You let out a slow steady breath as your hands slipped from your mouth. Your chest rising and falling fast as you let yourself come down from that high you’d been chasing before you were interrupted. A blush spread across your cheeks and chest. Your hands shaking slightly. Then the embarrassment hit you. Your new coworker just heard you getting yourself off just hours after your first meeting… How were you meant to look her in the eyes when she came to get you tomorrow morning?
You ran to your bathroom to cool off. Letting the cold water slide over your hands before bringing them to your cheeks and neck.
Looking into the mirror and scolded yourself slightly for letting your imagination get the better of you. Returning to bed you tried to block out the memory of that short laugh that you heard leave her lips. She definitely heard your loud moan. How could she not have? You decided that if you were going to have anymore ‘alone time’ that you’d need to be more aware of your surroundings. How you’d do that you had no idea.
Tags/Content Warnings: Modern AU, child characters, Transfeminine Ran, Pre-transition characters, Nonbinary Ran, Baby Sevika is Autistic, Baby Ran is AuDHD
Summary: It's Sevika's first Valentine's day in her new school after moving from Jamaica to the U.S. And the boys in her class won't take no for an answer. She puts her foot down and gets in trouble with her teacher for clarifying her preferences. And a very important fact about her best friend.
OR
Sevika clocks that Ran is trans in the third grade.
Ao3 Link
It was supposed to be the third time that was the charm. Something like that. Sevika didn't understand why the adults around her liked to say that so much. She had already said no three times. And then four more times. There was no charm that could help her.
She frowned at the folded piece of paper in the hand of the boy standing by her desk. It was hot pink and had a sparkly, heart-shaped sticker on it with her name written over it. He had spelled it wrong. There was no 'h' at the end of her name. She didn't reach for it. He put it on her desk with a smile she refused to return.
"No," she said again. She had stopped sticking 'thank you' onto the end. It was a lie. She was not thankful.
"I didn't get to ask you if you'd be my Valentine yet!" the boy said. He was pouting. It made his freckled face look even more annoying.
Sevika sighed and picked up the card he had made in their art class the day before. She tore it in two, right down the middle of her misspelled name, and held it back out to him. Her frown remained as his pale blue eyes grew wide, as his small nose and round cheeks began to get red. She waved it at him as he began to sniffle. When he didn't accept it back, she stood and headed to the small trash can used for paper.
She heard the scampering of footsteps on the rough carpet of the classroom behind her back. She didn't check to see where he was going. It didn't matter to her as she balled up the scraps of paper and dropped them in the bin. She returned to her desk and eyed the folder with a picture of an envelope resting on its surface.
Inside were plenty of cards and pretty pieces of paper. The largest one was her favorite.
Ran had peeked down at her through the curtain of his dark, slightly wavy hair. He'd had his hands behind his back, his lips forming a small smile.
"What do you have?" she'd asked.
"It's for you," he'd said. "If you want it." He hadn't been able to look her in the eyes.
She had crossed her arms. "If it's from you, then I want it."
Ran's smile had gotten so wide she had almost smiled too. He'd brought his hand around to hold out a large card.
It was made of a thick piece of pink construction paper. That was to be expected. It was the color of the day. On the front of it was a large black musical note with two circles. One circle had the letters "SJH" in purple inside of it while the other had the letters "RR" in red. Her initials and his. Inside, both pages were filled. One side with a large drawing, a circle of people surrounding two figures. She recognized them all by their details. Her father in his work jumpsuit, Ran's mothers - one with a tattooed head and the other with a distinctive, sweeping hairstyle he'd captured with a few swipes of a marker - along with his sisters and her own, each baby twin belonging to her distinguished by the color of the blankets that swaddled them. In the center, the two of them stood with the sticks representing their arms joined. Ran was smiling. She was frowning. That had been the part of his drawing that made her lips curl upward.
She had read the note on the other side after taking in his drawing. It had filled the page. A collection of sentences that said, "To: Sevika Jaghai-Hines. From: Ran Rotimi. Happy Valentine's day! I'm so glad we're best friends. I won't ask you to be my Valentine. That's only for one day. I want us to be best friends everyday. You're my favorite part of school. Don't tell Miss Davie that!"
She had placed it in the left side of her folder. That was the hand she used to write with. And she hadn't put any other cards or notes with it.
She was still examining the front of it in its spot alone when she was approached by her teacher, Miss Davis, along with the boy who had gone off somewhere to cry. She leaned forward and rested her forearms on top of the folder, covering its contents as she gave Miss Davis a baleful look.
"Sevika, can we talk?" she asked. She sounded the way adults always did when they asked a question that wasn't really a question. She had already decided they needed to speak. And it was about something Sevika had done wrong.
"Sure," Sevika said. She didn't look at the boy who had told on her. He was still sniffling. The sound of his wet breaths made her grimace.
"Do you feel comfortable coming to my desk?" she asked. Another trick question. She was making a demand.
Sevika stood up and watched her teacher glance at her folder before she shut it and walked ahead of her and the boy. She crossed her arms and stood in front of Miss Davis's desk while the woman in question took her seat. The boy sat next to her in a smaller plastic chair. He was staring up at Sevika with glistening eyes. She glanced at him before focusing on her teacher.
Miss Davis folded her hands on top of her desk and gave Sevika a small smile that reminded her of rubber bands pulled before they were snapped against someone's arm. "Anthony here told me that you tore up the card he made for you. Is that true?"
Sevika tightened her hold on her own arms. "Yes," she said.
Anthony swiped at his eye with the meat of his palm and sucked in another loud, sloppy breath.
Miss Davis's smile shrank but didn't snap yet. "Is there a reason why you did that?"
"I said no when he gave it to me. I don't want cards from boys," she said.
Miss Davis drew in a breath to speak, but Anthony wailed out in protest.
"That's not true!" He pointed at her, wiping more tears from his face.
Miss Davis dropped her act to look at him with concern. "What do you mean, Anthony?"
"Ran gave her a big card! Everyone saw!" He was practically shrieking.
Sevika flinched at how shrill his voice had gotten and took a small step back from Miss Davis's desk. Her teeth ground together, and she finally looked at him head on. Her glare froze him in place. He had said Ran's name wrong. And he was lying.
Now Miss Davis was looking at her again. Her smile was smaller, but she was still trying to use it to get Sevika to talk. "Did you let Ran give you a card, Sevika? I think that's confusing Anthony and the other boys."
Sevika scowled. "Ran isn't a boy. Ran is Ran. He's my friend. Anthony is not my friend. None of the boys are."
There went the snap. Miss Davis's smile disappeared, and she looked for a moment much closer to how Sevika felt. "That still isn't polite, Sevika. Anthony worked hard on that. It was a gift."
Sevika shook her head. "I didn't want it. I told him no. I told them all no. It's rude not to listen, too." She shuffled closer to the two of them again, able to tolerate Anthony now that he was wasn't being a crybaby. "You're going to punish me for saying no."
Miss Davis sat up straighter, and her laced fingers tightened. "That is not what this is about, Sevika. You destroyed another student's work."
"He already put it on my desk. It was mine and I ripped it. He should have kept it to himself," she said. Sevika winced at the sound of Anthony sucking in another wet breath of air. She had to get away from him. "Give me my punishment."
Miss Davis sighed and shook her head. "I would like to discuss this with you another time. I think we're misunderstanding each other."
Sevika bit her tongue. What she wanted to say next was not appropriate to say to an adult. She wasn't listening. Just like the boys didn't listen. No one listened to her. "Okay," she said.
Miss Davis looked up at the clock above the blackboard. "You'll be sitting out recess today."
"She should be inside!" Anthony whined.
"I can't watch her if she isn't outside with everyone, Anthony," Miss Davis said. "You can sit on a bench, Sevika."
"Can I go back to my desk now?" she asked.
Miss Davis hesitated before she nodded. "Yes, you can. We'll talk more about this another time."
Sevika didn't respond to that. She returned to her desk and checked her folder to make sure all of her cards were there. They were, so she opened her desk and placed the folder inside. Ran's card would be safe there. She didn't trust Anthony to not try and do something to it. She would do much worse to him than ripping his dumb card if he touched her favorite.
When Miss Davis called the class for recess, everyone swarmed the door except for her and Ran as soon as they got their coats on. He always lingered close when they were out of their assigned seats. He got behind her in line and followed at the end of it, whispering to her that he had something to show her when they got outside. She didn't want to draw more attention, but she reached back for him. He took off his red gloves to grasp her hand, and she squeezed his.
As soon as the overcast light from outside hit their classmates, they scattered. Some bolted down the short flight of stairs to the blacktop while the rest gathered in their usual groups on the concrete. The wind was sharp, but Sevika was relieved it wasn't too bright outside. She followed Miss Davis to one of the two benches the teachers usually sat in.
"I'm going to give you some space, but you have to stay here unless you need the bathroom," Miss Davis said.
"Can I sit with her?" Ran asked.
Miss Davis pressed her lips into a thin line as she looked between the two of them. Sevika glared up at her while Ran was smiling and rocking back and forth from the tips of his sneakers to the heels. Her shoulders sagged as she nodded. "Yes, but don't bring anyone else. Sevika is in time out."
Ran pouted up at her as he got onto the bench beside his friend and swung his feet. "Okay. Thank you, Miss Davie."
She walked to the other bench and pulled a book out of the bag on her shoulder. Once her eyes were no longer on them, Sevika turned to Ran.
"What happened?" he asked. He reached for the hand he had held in line and picked it up. His feet continued kicking, at first mirroring each other before he began to swing at different rhythms.
Sevika let him curl and uncurl her fingers, sitting still beside him as she felt a sinking sensation in her chest. "I ripped up Anthony's card. He and the other boys asked to be my Valentine."
Ran's round face scrunched up like the paper she had crushed before tossing it in the bin. He shook his head, making his long, wavy black hair sway. "Why would they do that? You don't like any of them." He looked down and began to clap his hand around hers.
Sevika let her wrist go limp so her hand could flop back and forth between his hands. "I told all of them no. They never listen, so I ripped his card." She shook her head. "He cried."
"I bet it was an ugly card anyway. He's bad at drawing," Ran said.
Sevika smiled a bit as Ran squeezed her hand with both of his. Their hands together kept them both warm without gloves. "I didn't open it. Or the other ones."
Ran huffed and began squeezing her fingers one at a time while his other hand held her wrist. "You would never have a boy Valentine."
"If you asked me, I would say yes," she said.
Ran's feet and hands both stopped for a moment. He looked up at her through the hair that cast shadows over his eyes, then looked back down at their hands and started pressing his thumbs into her palms. "I would rather be your best friend. You read my card."
Sevika nodded. "I did. You could be both." She closed her fingers around his hand. "You wouldn't be a boy Valentine. Just mine."
Ran looked down at their joined hands, then up at her face. He didn't look away again and scooted closer, his feet kicking again. "Do I have to make another card? I don't think I'll have time."
Sevika shook her head. "I liked your card. You drew everyone right." She squeezed his hand. "Sorry I didn't make you one. I'm not good at those."
Ran smiled at her, wiggling in place as he kicked his feet. "It's okay! I'm happy to sit with you today."
Sevika felt her lips moving. She let them. She smiled at him and loosened her grip on his hand so he could play with hers again. "Will you be my best friend and Valentine?"
Ran snatched his hands away from hers and threw his arms around her neck. "Yes!" He laughed and pulled her toward him, his whole body rocking from side to side.
She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed hard until his laughter was quieted. It was loud. He was always loud. She didn't want Miss Davis taking him from her because of this. She didn't want Anthony or the other boys seeing it and hurting him. She would have to hurt them back. Maybe her next punishment would make them both sad. She didn't mind being punished. She just hated when anything upset him.
When she let him go, he hopped off the bench. "Can I show you something I learned?"
She crossed her arms over her chest and nodded. Her face had relaxed into its normal somber expression. She liked that she didn't have to make herself smile when she didn't want to. He could tell when she was happy without one. That's what made them best friends.
Ran bounced on his feet for a moment, stretching his long arms every which way like a windmill. Then he pulled his red gloves out of his coat pockets and put them on. Once his hands were covered, he dropped to his knees and shoved himself forward onto his hands. He scrambled across the concrete in front of Sevika on all fours. His red and black sneakers scraped the pavement as he turned around and scampered back in the opposite direction.
Sevika found her eyes widening as he picked up speed, running almost as fast as he could on two feet. She sat up straighter on the bench, arms still firmly tucked together across her chest as he circled the bench next. She turned to follow him, the smile on his face a blur to her from his rapid movements.
Ran finally paused as he got short of breath, stopping in front of Sevika on the bench with his gloved hands between his knees and his legs folded. His feet pointed out and away from him, his calves flush with the concrete. He panted, a bright smile on his face. His pale skin was red, and he used a gloved hand to wipe at his forehead, moving his hair out of the way before it fell again.
He inhaled deeply and let out a sharp, high-pitched sound. A bark.
Sevika jumped and flattened her hands against the bench in surprise.
Ran barked again and shuffled closer to her, his hands moving against the ground like paws. He giggled and bumped his head against her knee before he loosed another bark.
Sevika couldn't believe how close to a real dog's the sound was. How sprinting around on all fours didn't look awkward when he did it. She laughed when he bumped against her and reached down to pat his head. "Do you practice this?"
Ran nodded. "It sounds real, right? Oya said I'm so good at impressions!"
Sevika smoothed her hand along his hair. Her own skin felt cold, but she didn't mind. He was leaning into it like an excited dog would, and it was silly enough that another laugh bubbled up and out of her. "She's right."
Ran's grin got even bigger as he turned his face upward to press into her palm. "Thank you! I wanna learn other sounds, too."
"Do you think you can learn bird ones?" Sevika asked. She moved her hand down to scratch him under his sharp chin. His eyes closed, and his head tilted all the way back to let her. She chuckled at him before she pulled her hand back and rubbed them together.
He opened his eyes and gasped when he saw her trying to warm herself. "Oh no! Let me help." He sprang back up onto his feet and sat beside her again. He pulled his gloves off and held them out to her. "I made them warm."
Sevika looked down at the gloves clutched in his hands and shook her head. "Put them away. We can hold hands."
Ran shoved both gloves into one pocket and grabbed both of her hands. He brought them up to his face and breathed on them the way he saw other people doing when they forgot their gloves.
"Do you like pretending to be a dog?" Sevika asked. She watched their joined hands, feeling the warmth from his skin slowly getting onto her own.
"Yeah, it's fun. I like it better being a dog than a boy," he said.
Sevika shook her head. "You're not a boy," she murmured. "You're just you."
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