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[_into_the_fray_]

It had been a long week, dealing with Tai-San, with Java, helping Java every day after she'd been broken and ruined, watching the deterioration of a strong woman, tortured and left tied to a chair with various creepy crawlies as roommates, hard lessons to gain her loyalty enforced upon her to varying degrees. It was hard on him even, to not talk to

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[_java_]

The night had passed slowly, but was now over, and Java's mind was slowly beginning to clear itself of the hypnotic repetition of Line's words. They still flickered through her thoughts with a certain amount of regularity, but she could now think of other things, and the chanting had long since died away. Footsteps in the hallway alerted her to another guest, and Java bit her lower lip slightly. It had to be Line; he was always the first visitor. She cringed slightly behind her blindfold, her lips murmuring a silent prayer for mercy as the lock turned. She couldn't stand it, couldn't stand another day with him, another day of what she was used to enduring; she would do anything, so long as it would just stop

[_into_the_fray_]

Mega's jaw twitched as she said his name, pursing his lips a bit and staring at her. He wasn't going to get close to her when she was this angry, and there wasn't any chance of him letting her go if she couldn't calm down. "That's right, Java," he said with a resigned sigh, moving closer to her, but circling around her instead, eyeing the wrists he'd meticulously smeared the healing cream on day after day, looking at her with her droopy ends of her braids, no longer curled, her smeared makeup, she was a mess, and he'd had this done to her. He motioned at the person carrying a tray of food, and they moved in and set the tray on the table in the corner then moved back out into the hallway, watching the scene with the three other people

[_java_]

Java's head snapped towards him the second her blindfold was removed, her eyes flashing with a kind of anger she hadn't believed she still possessed. He moved around so that he stood before her, still close enough for her to faintly smell his aftershave, and she remembered the long week he'd helped her through, remembered falling asleep against him, remembered his hands all over her... Her eyes narrowed, glittering hatefully as they followed him. It was a trick, it had all been a trick, and of -course- he'd been behind it; he was sick, it was all sick...

Ignoring his question, ignoring the offer to feed her, you sick bastard, Java glared up at him for a long moment. "Why?" she spat, even as the lessons Line had ingrained in her began to cycle back through her mind. I'm worthless, I have failed him. The anger boiled in her, consumed her, but there was suddenly a rush of weakness with it, of deeply ingrained subordination, as she kept her eyes trained on him. She hated him, God, she hated him, but she was also weak, she was

[_into_the_fray_]

Mega watched with what looked like detached interest as she glared at him, as if it all bored him, when in reality, it hurt him. He'd taken care of her all week, he'd worked hard to clean her up and protect her from Line's creatures, though he had ordered Line to torture Java, this was true, but he'd had to do it, he couldn't risk her leaking vital information were he to let her go free. He sighed again, and eyed her passively, "Because, Ja-va," he said sternly, "I think you could be quite useful in my up and coming organization, and besides," he moved a little closer to her and bent down, eye to eye with her, mere inches from her face, "We had an agreement, or, have you forgotten?" He stood up and moved over to the corner, "Responsibilities can not be ignored," he reminded her, picking up the plate of toast and moving across the room, picking up a piece of toast and holding it out for her. "Come on now, you're going to need your strength today Java, you must eat so you don't get sick," he said gently, as if speaking to his sick wife