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The Iron Cage	By : Aragem23 Category: Comics > WitchBlade Views: 2082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The room was big enough for her to take ten steps from one wall to the other. There was a single door with a small window which could only be open from the other side. She knew that she once came from outside that door, but she could barely remember. She fell and felt no fear, then woke up to excruciating pain when her wings ripped through her back, and then she was in this room with Reki.
Reki held her when they slept. They didn't know whether it was night or not, they slept when they were tired and ate when food came. Their bed was a nest of blankets of different scents which had belong to other winged ones. Sometimes when the wingless ones would try to take the blankets saying they need to be cleaned Reki would growl and curse them. Even when they whipped her, she would stand defiant, refusing to let them take the only possessions she had of the others. The blankets had their scents which Reki liked to smell around her when she slept.
There was one who liked to sleep, Reki said they had grown up together before they were brought to the room. Then she was taken away by the wingless. Then there had been another who had raged against the wingless so vehemently they would beat her tell she passed out, even once breaking her wings in their brutality. She too was taken away and never brought back.
Reki wept each time she spoke of the others. She didn't ask about them much, though she faintly remember seeing a small blonde girl who liked to play and smile. When she fell asleep and woke up, Reki was crying with whip marks on her back and arms and the small blonde girl was gone.
“Why do they hate us?” She once asked Reki while they arranged their nest to sleep.
“They don't hate us. They would have to see us as more than just objects to feel any emotion towards us.” Reki spat in the direction of the door.
The door was tall and iron. It moaned loudly when it was open and shut, loud enough to wake them. Each time they heard that sound, there was terror as the wingless have come. Most of the time it was to bring food and sometimes clean them. She liked it when they brought food as they would leave shortly after, but cleaning was unpleasant.
They were made to stand against the far wall while a wingless sprayed them down with a hose. Then they were made to lay on the floor while they were scrubbed with a large brushes which scratched her skin and hurt. Then they would rinse them with scalding water which left their skin pink. If she complained or was slow to obey they would take a small whip at their belts and hurt her. She cried each time one whipped her and Reki would shout and then they would start whipping her.
Reki always had a welts or bruises on her body. Whenever one would heal, a fresh one would given later that day. It was worse when they took Reki away. They would hook a chain to her collar and chain her hands behind her back. She would huddle on the nest and watch Reki led away each time fearful that this would be the last she saw of her dark winged friend. They would bring Reki back hours later, but she would come back beaten. Welts would be lined up and down her legs, buttocks, and back. There would be bruises on her arms, shoulders, and neck. Once even between her thighs. One time she was so badly hurt, they had to carry her in and deposit her on the nest next to her. Once her face was so swollen, she couldn't see out of one eye for a week.
She tried to ask Reki what they had done to her, but Reki would shake her head and try to smile through cracked lips. “It's not worth talking about.”
She wished the girl with long blonde hair was here. The girl seemed to know how to tend to Reki, to ease her pain, but she too was gone, taken by the wingless. She lived in terror of being taken away one day. Where were they? What happened to them? Were they even alive?
When Reki was so injured she couldn't hold her, so she held Reki instead. Reki wanted her close, even if she pressed against sores or broken skin. A wingless would come and change bandages and sometimes a shot, but nothing to ease the pain. Reki told her having her close helped her with the pain so she stayed as close as she dared, stroking her long dark hair until she went into a feverish sleep.
Then Reki was gone. The wingless came and took her away and never brought her back. Before they took her, Reki held the girl's face between her hands and said, “No matter what they call you, remember your name is Rakka. That is one thing they cannot take away from you.” She spoke through tears, but a smile was etched across her face. “One day, they are going to give you to a man. Do what he wants and don't cry, no matter how much it hurts. When he is finished and you are alone where he can't see, then you can cry as much as you want. Crying can make it a little bit better.”
Then Reki kissed her. She kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, and then her lips. Then she was taken away. Rakka waited, her eyes on the door, waiting for it to open and bring Reki back, but she never came back. A wingless came in with a tray of bland oatmeal and Rakka was devastated to see it was just one bowl instead of two.
She hugged Reki's blanket close and tried to sleep. Her scent was still in the blanket and she burrowed her face in the rough fabric and pretended Reki was still there. Then a wingless came in and took the blankets, all of them save for hers. She tried to stop her, but the woman took a strap from her hip and smacked her on the arm with it. Rakka yelped as the leather impacted her skin and drew back. The woman continued to hit her, taking pleasure each time the winged girl wailed. Stinging blows landed on her thighs and buttocks until the girl curled up in a fetal position with her back against the wall crying. Satisfied, the woman hooked the strap back to her belt and collected the blankets and walked out with them.
After that, the only comfort she had was memory of Reki's lips on hers. That last touch before being taken away. She could close her eyes and remember the quivering lips on hers, the taste of oatmeal on her tongue as it quickly touched hers, even the smell of her breath. And how heat stroked down her stomach whenever she remembered that precious memory. It was the only comfort she had as she waited until it was her turn to be taken away.
The door opened and a wingless came in holding a set of cuffs and a chain leash. She was a tall woman with brown hair tied up in a tight braid. Her white shirt was frilled and her long legs were covered in leather pants so tight they looked painted on. The woman spoke with a thick accent, “Stand up and face the wall.”
Her heart hammered within her chest as she quickly faced the wall. Her hands were placed at her back and the cold cuffs coiled locked around them. Her spine stiffen as what little control she had was taken from her. She had been restrained before when they connected her collar to the small rings on the floor when they bathed her, but she could still move her hands. The woman turned her around and hooked the chain to the ring at the throat of her collar, her only article of clothing. The woman took a moment to study Rakka, taking her chin and turning her face to the side and then tweaking a nipple to see it harden. “You are a pretty little thing.”
It was the first time a wingless had ever spoken to her with it being an order. She didn't know what to do and it made her nervous. Lifting her eyes, she saw the woman had aristocratic features with smoke color eyes and makeup applied perfectly. “Irons will like you.”
The way she said it set Rakka on edge. It sounded more like this Irons better like her or there would be consequences.
Then she was taken from the room. As soon as she stepped out, she was assailed by noise. There were screams of ecstasy and agony, pleas for mercy and release. She looked around her and saw that there were other doors along the hall, doors just like hers. There were other rooms like hers? Rooms with winged trapped and frighten?
The woman wasn't interested in standing still for long. She tugged on the leash and Rakka followed her with eyes swerving back and forth. A door opened and she craned her head to get a good look. There was a wingless girl about her age standing nude against a wall being rinsed by a hose as she and Reki had been cleaned. There were welts and marks along her slim back. This stunned her. The wingless were cruel to their own?
Then she heard wailing up ahead. There was a wingless girl being mercilessly whipped at the bend in the hall. She was screaming, begging in a language Rakka didn't recognized, but the blows continued to fall upon her back and her arms as she tried to fend them off. The woman whipping her was perspiring from the effort and gave no sign of relenting in the harsh swings of her arm. The woman leading Rakka merely stepped around the scene as if it was a distasteful puddle on the floor to avoid getting her shoes wet. Rakka wanted the woman to walk faster so they could get away where she couldn't hear the screams. Her heart did go out for the girl and wanted her abuser to stop hurting her, but the girl was wingless. Deep in her heart, so deep she could bury it under layers of fear and silent anger, she was glad to see a wingless be beaten so when Reki would return to the room with such injuries. It somehow brought a small balance to the unfair world.
She was taken to an elevator at the end of the hall. When the doors shut, the screams could be heard no more. There were no numbers displayed on the buttons. The woman would have to remember which button represented which floor as she easily pressed one. Rakka felt a small a touch of vertigo as the floor moved, but she couldn't tell whether it was going up or down. Maybe that was the point in case someone tried to run away. They wouldn't know which way was up or down. The elevator doors opened to reveal a new hall, but it was free of doors and the floor was had deep red carpet which felt soft to her bare feet. There were no screams on this floor for which Rakka was grateful for.
After going down the new hall and around a corner, she was taken to a new room. The door had been white with a silver knob. It was much bigger and white, pretty. There was a claw foot tub in the center and two more women were waiting for her. Her hands were uncuffed, but not before she was direly warned to do as they instructed or she would be punished. With the memory of the beaten girl still fresh, she shook her head, silently promising she would obey. She was helped into the tub where warm scented water had been drawn. The women began bathing her, not with scratch brushes, but with soft soapy clothes that smelled good. They even washed her hair with both shampoo and conditioner. If she hadn't been so afraid she would have enjoyed the nice treatment, they touched her as if they didn't want to hurt her. The woman stood by watchful with a crop in hand, a constant reminder of the consequences if she became defiant.
Rakka began to wonder if Reki had been bathed like this before they hurt her. Why treat her so gentle before brutalizing her?
The woman clicked her tongue and tapped the crop against the wall. For a moment, Rakka became scared she had done something wrong, but then the women quickly had her step out of the tub and began drying her off with warm towels. She realized her actions had been aimed at the women, telling them to hurry. They had her sit on the floor and lotion was rubbed into her skin and her wings were cleaned with a small brush.
While toweling her hair, a woman said, “If given more time, I can trim the uneven lengths off.”
“No, don't bother. It gives her a charming little girl look.” The woman with the accent stepped closer, palming the length of the crop. “Irons likes long hair so we shouldn't make it shorter than it is.”
Rakka sincerely hoped she wasn't going to be beaten because she had short hair. Reki would stroke her brown hair soothingly whenever she woke up with a bad dream and would frantically seek out Reki, afraid she had been taken away while she had slept. The dark hair girl would brush her hair with her fingers and kiss her brow telling her it was alright to sleep, there would be no more bad dreams.
Thinking of Reki brought pain of loss. She sat dejected as they finished drying her hair and brushed it till it shone. They had her stand and applied drops of scented oil on her neck, breasts, thighs, and at her hairless crotch. Black cuffs with silver rings were tighten around her wrists and ankles. These were new and she only had a moment to fiddle with one before her hands were pressed to her lower back and locked together by a small chain. The woman snapped a leather leash to the collar and led her out of the white room.
They took another elevator either up or down. While they waited, the woman wrapped the leash around her wrist and then yanked it upward. She was taller woman than Rakka who stood at just five feet. The collar tighten at her throat and she stood on her tiptoes to keep from being choked. The woman brought her lips close to Rakka's ear and hissed, “If you make me look like a fool in front of Kenneth Irons, I'll do more than just cane you bloody, you little freak.”
As the elevator doors opened, she jerked the collar, cutting off any breath Rakka could drag down her throat, and then released it. Rakka would have fell against the wall if the woman hadn't grabbed her arm and marched her off the elevator. The woman paused giving Rakka a chance to recover her breath and to blink away the tears that threaten to spill, but she could see the threat carry heavily in the woman's green eyes.
Finally, they came to a new door. This door was of heavy wood with a golden knob. The woman brought a hand to her hair making sure that each strand was in place before she drew her red lips up into a seductive smile and opened the door.
The room was cool making her skin break out in goosebumps and brought her nipples into hard peaks. She was expecting a room like hers, but in this room there was burgundy carpet and was furnished with wooden furniture. There were two men. She couldn't remember seeing a man before in her life, but she knew them for what they were upon sight. They were wingless, but so very different.
A man in a black suit with pale hair tied back in a tail watched her with pale blue eyes. The eyes reminded her the sheen of blue on a shard of ice, little slices of cruelty. At his left ear a gold hoop gleamed as if it carried a light of its own. He was attractive with a thick jaw and sculpted face. Shadowing him from behind was a tall, tall man. The tallest wingless Rakka had ever seen. The man had long hair that fell at his waist and was as black as Reki's, it almost melded into the black and gold tunic he wore. He was very handsome with high cheekbones and straight nose. His eyes were metal gray, empty and apathetic and when they alighted on her, she felt as if they were looking through her, opening her up and examining her insides.
The door shut behind her.
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