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Weiss Schnee. Ex-heiress, now prisoner. A bandit tribe on the continent of anima has captured the white-haired beauty. They keep her locked in a barred, metal cage. Many of the tribe members tease the girl, some of them making overly sexual gestures and remarks. Weiss feels disgusted by them, horny men and women ogling her graceful appearance. Despite this, she still holds their leader to some regard, as the dark-haired woman has instructed no-one can lay a finger on her without permission. She can’t help but feel some gratitude as she glares at the filthy bandits, trying to avoid thinking about what they could do to her if they had the authorization.
Growing tired of their consistent staring, Weiss turns and sits down in the centre of the cage, away from everyone. Her thoughts also turn… to her teammates… to Yang.
“Turn all you want, we’re still looking!” calls a female guard. The ex-heiress experiences a mild shudder and closes her eyes, trying to block out her surroundings.
“Yeah, in fact you look just as good from behind!” a roar of laughter emits from the group of onlookers. The bandits continue to talk about her and what they would do to her, not caring about the fact that she can clearly hear them. Their voices subside into background noise as she focuses on staying calm and rational. Shortly thereafter, she falls to sleep, slumped forward uncomfortably, but her tiredness is too great for her to care.
The sound of chains scraping against metal awakens the sleeping beauty. With a startled jolt, she quickly stands, subconsciously raising her left arm defensively. She sees a large group of bandits behind a lone feminine figure, pulling the door open, the mysterious woman steps forward. Weiss is both shocked and relieved to see the leader of the bandits walk into the cage, her magnificent dark hair trailing gracefully behind her with each step. Raven, stops barely a foot away from Weiss, whom must arch her neck upwards to see into the leaders crimson eyes, eyes devoid of emotion.
“Schnee, I’ve been thinking” …her words are long and drawn out.
“I haven’t exactly been the most… gracious host, have I?” The rhetoric question drips with sarcasm as she places a hand on her hips and smirks. Weiss looks away uncomfortably and backs off slightly. She doesn’t want to offend their leader, but she also has her dignity. The Schnee grounds herself and looks Raven dead in the eyes without saying a word.
The dark-haired woman smirks wider and steps closer to her prey. Weiss holds the gaze, but her knees begin to waver.
“Well, Weiss, I just so happened to know that the heir to the dust company has recently been changed. I’d assume that you and your… daddy, have had a little falling out?” The ex-heiress feels a slight flush of anger but opts to control herself.
“Why?” A quick, sharp response. Raven's smile fades, clearly disappointed by the young woman’s show of restraint. At this point, Weiss notices the cold bars of the cage against the back of her skirt.
“Well, to reiterate, I haven’t been very nice to you and from the looks of it, you haven’t gone through much good lately.” Raven lifts her right arm and places it on one of the bars next to Weiss’s head. Leaning in closely, her lips move close to the girls left cheek.
“What I propose, is an offering of good will.” Weiss raises her eyebrows at the line, hope rising in her chest. It is also at this point that she realises just how flustered she has become. Raven, noticing this, takes a step back and turns around, addressing her people
“Everyone, return to your tents immediately. Even you Vernal.” She adds after the chorus of complaints subsides. The woman known as Vernal has very short hair and a particularly large chest.
“As you wish.” The young woman complies without a word, retreating to the largest tent at the back of the village. Weiss draws her eyes back to Raven; whose own red globes are already boring into hers. Flinching at the intensity of the gaze, the white-haired beauty shakes her head and finds her voice.
“Why do we need to be alone?” A genuine question, but asked with an indistinguishably hesitant tone. After not getting a response, Weiss tilts her head to the side questioningly, an array of worry bubbling up inside of her. Raven turns her head away and slowly closes her eyes, a smile creeping on to her face.
“I have changed my proposition… it would be more accurately referred to as a choice now. You have two of them. The first, and the one I would recommend, is that you come and stay in my tent for the remainder of your time here”. She pauses, analysing Weiss’s reaction. The ex-heiress merely widens her eyes in bewilderment.
“The second, and the one my bandits would surely recommend, is that you can stay here in the cage...with the door unchained”. Weiss scoffs, thinking the bandit leader is joking.
“You misunderstand little Schnee, this cage is not to stop you from escaping, the great gates surrounding the camp would surely be enough. No…the cage is to stop my men and women from raping you.” Raven lets out this revelation with a cold expression and an emotionless tone. This only adds to the horror.
“R-Raping me?!” She gasps, fear replacing all other thoughts.
“Yes, and trust me, I would let them, though I don’t particularly want to. The only reason I gave you this cage is because I want you for myself.” Raven advances on her prey, confidence and strength in her stride.
“When we knocked you out and brought you here I made sure no-one damaged your pretty little face…or your pretty little mouth…or most importantly…that pretty not so little weapon you’ve got down there.” The leader rubs her hand against the front of the ex-heiress’s skirt, feeling the large bulge, hidden by the frills of the skirt.
Weiss quickly realises she can’t escape this place, no matter what she does. Instead of fighting Raven she looks up into her eyes and narrows them in a sultry way as she begins to grind herself against her captor’s hand.
“A fine choice, Schnee”.