04-07-2009, 02:02 AM
Zena did not have to worry about any traps because she had been safely escorted out of Kai’s underground, demonic playground by the hosts hired gunmen, taken back up a level to the jungle. The royal saiyaness had been brought back to the tiny village, which her sister had wandered off into, the same village that contained five huts.
“What about the Frankenstein?” she asked the captain of the gunmen as they stopped their journey at the hut in the middle of the other four.
“He’ll be brought back to Kai Demolic of course.”
“Dead or alive?” she asked, caressing the neck collar, which had been placed around her neck.
“Why do you care? Weren’t you two destroying one another?”
“Don’t you know it’s rude to answer a question with a question?” she schooled the older person.
“I don’t know why Kai won’t let me just shoot you down right now.”
“The many mysteries of life,” she replied gazing at each of the five structures made from straw. “The little you can do is explain why we’re just standing here idly by.”
“Kai doesn’t pay me enough,” he mumbled quietly and then raised his voice saying, “we’re waiting for our lieutenant, Sebastian.”
“Oh happy days,” she said quietly with a smirk. If Sebastian was inside the hut in front of them, then that meant the emblem was close by too.
After a couple more minutes later, a man in tight blue jeans finally emerged from the hut. She had seen this man before on top of a cliff with the rest of Kai’s remaining demons. “Ah, there you are,” the man wearing a white mask said to Zena, flicking his luscious blonde hair to his right hand side. “How do you like the neck collar Kai Demolic designed?”
“Impressive,” Zena replied sincerely.
“I can only assume you know what it’s for because had you not, you wouldn’t be standing her right now; you’d have teleported away.”
She was wearing a neck collar in order to prevent her from using her combat teleportation ability. She would not have expected anything less from the genius, the creator of FoF himself.
With a click from his fingers, the muddy ground near the group opened up. A metal bar revealed first, followed by a thick robe wrapped around the thick bar. A large cage then revealed, causing the young woman to immediately realise her fate. When she saw a bunch of logs arise from the ground, she grew tense. She directed a cold gaze at the homosexual, while he replied with a smirk, long hand on his hip, while he slanted his lanky body.
“Just shoot me,” she said, gazing at the cage, “because I’m not getting in there.”
“Aw, is it not luxurious enough for a princess’ standards?”
Rather than retort with dialogue, she thrust her elbow backwards, catching the guard behind in his nose, causing blood to splurge onto her elbow before he fell to the ground.
“Get, that, bitch!” Sebastian snapped and then showed his true colours as a coward by sprinting back into the centre hut.
Knowing she could not be killed…yet, instead of blasting her in the back with metal bullets, a soldier from behind, rotated his weapon around and thrust it against her back. She collapsed face first onto the dry mud with a low cry of pain. Out rushed Sebastian from the hut again, this time with a set of three steel claws attached to his right hand. “Oh good, you’re down, because I didn’t want to have to use these,” he said gazing at her, as she groaned, fingers in the dirt while she tried to find the strength to lift her exhausted and wounded body from the mud, but to no avail. “I don’t care what you like and don’t like, Zena.” He turned his attention to the soldiers in front of him. “Put her into the cage,” he added, using the fingers on his free hand to slowly stroke each metal claw.
The underling who had got his face smashed in and the other who had struck her from behind, picked her up by each arm, dragging her and her spaghetti legs across the mud and towards the cage. “Geez, you’re all useless. Look at the two of you, struggling to put a tiny girl into a cage,” Sebastian complained with disgust.
“She’s in,” one of them stated, slamming the lid shut in frustration. Most of them did not like the homosexual’s attitude and what was worse was the fact that they had to pretend to respect him.
“I’ll still refer the both of you to Kai and make sure neither of you get paid for your services.” His free hand struggled to crawl into the tight, left pocket of his jeans, but he eventually pulled out a packet of matches. His eyes then trailed to each armed underling, stopping at a brunette. Not the female, he thought. His eyes then moved again and then stopped at a long haired man. “Get it right this time,” he said throwing the box of matches towards him.
The raven haired man knew what had to be done and knew that Sebastian did not stand for incompetence. Besides, he wanted his salary from Kai Demolic. He swiftly reached for a match. Another, he thought, reaching for a second match. He then struck them at the same time and gently placed them on a log and watched as a premature flame formed a fire underneath the caged girl. Zena grunted from the heat she could feel underneath, at the same time clutching onto the strong metal bars of the cage, a little shred of arrogance within hoping she was strong enough to bend the bars.
“The cage is made from Katchin metal,” Sebastian sniggered, pressing the red button on a small remote control, which rested in his hands. “The strongest-”
metal in the world, Zena finished in her mind over the familiar sound of flickering flames. The higher the cage went into the air, the less heat she could feel from the flames.
As humiliating as it was to be a caged animal, she had experienced worse. After all, she had been drugged, tied up, gagged and shackled to a group of strangers.
Sebastian uttered words from below, but she had become subconscious to them, due to the rage created from humiliation, swirling within. She was saiyan princess, heir to the Vegeta-sei throne and therefore, tolerating this amount of bullshit was not an option; she simply could not stand for this. Sage, Ashe, nobody was on her mind other than Kai Demolic and his demons.
Slow and painful deaths, she kept assuring herself while trapped in the cage. Despite her unfitting situation, she was able to gain a pleasurable sensation from the fantasies of her murderous desires. Kai and his demons would all die slowly in agony before her. She would show no remorse. Words like remorse and mercy were for the weak hearted.
“What about the Frankenstein?” she asked the captain of the gunmen as they stopped their journey at the hut in the middle of the other four.
“He’ll be brought back to Kai Demolic of course.”
“Dead or alive?” she asked, caressing the neck collar, which had been placed around her neck.
“Why do you care? Weren’t you two destroying one another?”
“Don’t you know it’s rude to answer a question with a question?” she schooled the older person.
“I don’t know why Kai won’t let me just shoot you down right now.”
“The many mysteries of life,” she replied gazing at each of the five structures made from straw. “The little you can do is explain why we’re just standing here idly by.”
“Kai doesn’t pay me enough,” he mumbled quietly and then raised his voice saying, “we’re waiting for our lieutenant, Sebastian.”
“Oh happy days,” she said quietly with a smirk. If Sebastian was inside the hut in front of them, then that meant the emblem was close by too.
After a couple more minutes later, a man in tight blue jeans finally emerged from the hut. She had seen this man before on top of a cliff with the rest of Kai’s remaining demons. “Ah, there you are,” the man wearing a white mask said to Zena, flicking his luscious blonde hair to his right hand side. “How do you like the neck collar Kai Demolic designed?”
“Impressive,” Zena replied sincerely.
“I can only assume you know what it’s for because had you not, you wouldn’t be standing her right now; you’d have teleported away.”
She was wearing a neck collar in order to prevent her from using her combat teleportation ability. She would not have expected anything less from the genius, the creator of FoF himself.
With a click from his fingers, the muddy ground near the group opened up. A metal bar revealed first, followed by a thick robe wrapped around the thick bar. A large cage then revealed, causing the young woman to immediately realise her fate. When she saw a bunch of logs arise from the ground, she grew tense. She directed a cold gaze at the homosexual, while he replied with a smirk, long hand on his hip, while he slanted his lanky body.
“Just shoot me,” she said, gazing at the cage, “because I’m not getting in there.”
“Aw, is it not luxurious enough for a princess’ standards?”
Rather than retort with dialogue, she thrust her elbow backwards, catching the guard behind in his nose, causing blood to splurge onto her elbow before he fell to the ground.
“Get, that, bitch!” Sebastian snapped and then showed his true colours as a coward by sprinting back into the centre hut.
Knowing she could not be killed…yet, instead of blasting her in the back with metal bullets, a soldier from behind, rotated his weapon around and thrust it against her back. She collapsed face first onto the dry mud with a low cry of pain. Out rushed Sebastian from the hut again, this time with a set of three steel claws attached to his right hand. “Oh good, you’re down, because I didn’t want to have to use these,” he said gazing at her, as she groaned, fingers in the dirt while she tried to find the strength to lift her exhausted and wounded body from the mud, but to no avail. “I don’t care what you like and don’t like, Zena.” He turned his attention to the soldiers in front of him. “Put her into the cage,” he added, using the fingers on his free hand to slowly stroke each metal claw.
The underling who had got his face smashed in and the other who had struck her from behind, picked her up by each arm, dragging her and her spaghetti legs across the mud and towards the cage. “Geez, you’re all useless. Look at the two of you, struggling to put a tiny girl into a cage,” Sebastian complained with disgust.
“She’s in,” one of them stated, slamming the lid shut in frustration. Most of them did not like the homosexual’s attitude and what was worse was the fact that they had to pretend to respect him.
“I’ll still refer the both of you to Kai and make sure neither of you get paid for your services.” His free hand struggled to crawl into the tight, left pocket of his jeans, but he eventually pulled out a packet of matches. His eyes then trailed to each armed underling, stopping at a brunette. Not the female, he thought. His eyes then moved again and then stopped at a long haired man. “Get it right this time,” he said throwing the box of matches towards him.
The raven haired man knew what had to be done and knew that Sebastian did not stand for incompetence. Besides, he wanted his salary from Kai Demolic. He swiftly reached for a match. Another, he thought, reaching for a second match. He then struck them at the same time and gently placed them on a log and watched as a premature flame formed a fire underneath the caged girl. Zena grunted from the heat she could feel underneath, at the same time clutching onto the strong metal bars of the cage, a little shred of arrogance within hoping she was strong enough to bend the bars.
“The cage is made from Katchin metal,” Sebastian sniggered, pressing the red button on a small remote control, which rested in his hands. “The strongest-”
metal in the world, Zena finished in her mind over the familiar sound of flickering flames. The higher the cage went into the air, the less heat she could feel from the flames.
As humiliating as it was to be a caged animal, she had experienced worse. After all, she had been drugged, tied up, gagged and shackled to a group of strangers.
Sebastian uttered words from below, but she had become subconscious to them, due to the rage created from humiliation, swirling within. She was saiyan princess, heir to the Vegeta-sei throne and therefore, tolerating this amount of bullshit was not an option; she simply could not stand for this. Sage, Ashe, nobody was on her mind other than Kai Demolic and his demons.
Slow and painful deaths, she kept assuring herself while trapped in the cage. Despite her unfitting situation, she was able to gain a pleasurable sensation from the fantasies of her murderous desires. Kai and his demons would all die slowly in agony before her. She would show no remorse. Words like remorse and mercy were for the weak hearted.