TW: Rape, non-con, humiliation, torture, depression, gore
Why?
That was the first question Junfa could ask herself as she pushed open the door to leave her commander's office. Everything had gone to shit. It was a normal day, normal patrol routes, she turned in and wrote her report, before packing up and heading home. It was a normal day, like any other.
Until she got home. The door of her apartment was smashed to pieces, an indication of forced entry. The Libran Knight lived together with her younger sibling, when their parents died, she volunteered as a caretaker and tried to raise Yan into a proper woman. Away from war, battle and the horrors provided by the former two. But, she as a Knight was paranoid, guns were hidden across her house. She retraced the steps and came to the conclusion it went as followed.
Two men knocked on the door, which her camera registered. Yan opened up and one of the men drew a silenced pistol, forcing her to go inside, after that, it was all speculation, since she disabled the security cams inside her apartment. But, what she saw made her conclude that it happened along these lines; Yan backed into the apartment, finding one of the pistols strapped underneath a drawer and shooting one of her assailants. The blood found on scene indicated this, the complementary drag marks and wiped blood on the otherwise pristine white floor added to this. It was a small caliber, so there was no exit wound, so no bullet to be found.
Against the fridge was spluttered blood, either a fist or a pistol whip to knock her younger sister out, to make it easier to drag around. And most likely, a getaway vehicle was posted near, since they needed to make a quick escape.
She took this information and speculation to her commanding officer and begged to be put on the case. After a short while of a heated argument, she managed to get assigned to it, getting the name of one of the assailants, who had most likely already fled the Libra, with her younger sister.
The Knight made her way towards her mech, sorted and ready to begin the deep space operation. She had to find her sister, else she wouldn't be able to look into the mirror. She wouldn't be able to face herself anymore. Junfa climbed into her mech, in the back of her head, she remembered a briefing about an AI to help her, but it didn't really register, she started with the routine starting and system check, before the hull slid close in front of her.
TW: Non-con, humiliation, rape, torture.
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Junfa watched the hologram doing work, holding her hand up to support the manifest form of Jonathan in the palm of her hand. She glanced back at the terminal, a video feed being loaded. "We wouldn't want to make it too easy, now, would we?" The voice resounded with a hint of wicked amusement.
Junfa glanced at Jonathan as he came up with negative results and shook her head. "Then we find another way-" she added before her attention was drawn to the sad sobbing the terminal played. A scene in a dark warehouse. A gruff and agressive man yelling that she "wasn't done yet."
She was in this case a younger girl that looked like Junfa, her younger sister, no doubt. This was only affirmed byback the hissed whisper Junfa released. "Yan."
Yan was completely naked, hands tied and forced to look at the camera. Large black letters made by a marker spelled out 'Hjiwang Slut' on her forehead. "Read. The fucking. Paper." The gruff voice commanded, before a hand slapped her across the face. She looked weak, lifeless. A sivering sob in response to the slap. "I.. Yan.. Am now.. Property of.. Of.. The Frenz LibFront," another slap hit her across the face.
Junfa's face was a mixture of anger and sheer disgust. The Knight looked shocked, pale as a ghost.
"I.. I am-oh god," a shivering sob resound. "A.. cum-dump.. For these.. These rebel cocks.. Until I di-" her head was slammed against the floor and kept there for a short time, before her body started to shock back and forth, a soft and pained sobbing coming from the young woman.
Junfa staggered back and doubled over, before her retching sounded throughout the now empty halls of the grounded ship. "Cut- the video-" she managed to breathe between the gasps and waves of sour gastric fluids.