“You psychotic bitch! Hands off me!”

A quick, angered glare from the girl was all it took.

“Fine…Goddess Neo, please leave me be…w-will you leave ma lone if I call you that?”

Neo glanced behind her again at the bruised, battered man she was dragging through the dimly lit hallway. She stopped briefly, smiled happily at him, and cocked her head to the side, then smacked him across the face, smile still firmly affixed to her face. She then resumed dragging him, this time making sure that his bloodied face dragged across the ground. She approached the end of the hall and lightly tapped on the small metal door. Immediately, it slid open, its opener stepping out of her way and then cowering pathetically as she dragged her prey in.

Neo placed her victim into the chair and swiftly strapped him in before turning around and tapping at her Scroll. He blinked his bloody eyes and tried to get a hold of where she had taken him. The cramped chamber stank of sweat and blood, that of the many previous victims she’d interrogated here. As the man’s breathing picked up slightly, a new smell filled his nose. The acrid smell of blood was replaced by the rot and decay of death. Around the room lay dozens of corpses, none of which seemed more than a week old at a cursory glance. His eyes darted around feverishly at them. Police, soldiers, civilians…all victims of the madwoman who now had him in bondage.

His head immediately jerked forth the moment he heard her uncontrollable giggling. Neo was looking at him, bending over slightly to inspect him up and down. She cocked her head again, her elated smile growing as she admired the “work” she’d done to his body. Her eyes shimmered as she licked her lips with anticipation. She pulled her hands out from behind her back, using one to dismiss her servant, and the other to produce her Scroll and show it to her victim.

The helpless man could see the face of another man on the screen. He was an older man, about mid-40s, and ginger, with a small tattoo under his eye and a distinctive bowler hat on his head. It was a face he remembered quite well, but not one he wanted to remember. Below the photograph, words began to scroll across the screen.

“You know full well what I want from you now. I want all of his possessions that you seized back.”

Neo’s victim could only sputter out “I don’t know who this is or what exactly you want from me, you vile whore!”, and was swiftly met with yet another smack to his already violated face. Neo pointed at the “Goddess Neo” nametag on her jacket. She gave him a disappointed look and coughed for emphasis as she pointed at the screen again.

“I said, I don’t know who this is or why you’re asking me about him!”

Neo sighed, stood up, and began typing rapidly on her Scroll. She then leaned back in so he could clearly read what she had written.

“Don’t play dumb. Roman told me about every last one of you and how you conned him out of house and home six years ago. You’re the reason he fled to Vale in the first place. Now tell me where his belongings and home are.”

The man’s eyes showed even more panic than before. He began crying profusely, which prompted Neo to kick him directly in the chest with her sharpened heel.

“AAAAGH! I swear, I know nothing!” he screamed, coughing and spitting out blood. “Please just let me go! Don’t make me end up like…them…”

Neo gave him a puzzled look, shrugged, and then lit up with a psychotic smile. She reached into her boot, pulling out a wicked-looking knife. Her body began to shudder and tingle as she brought the knife up to his cheek and sliced into it. The man let out a senseless wail of pain, which was quickly silenced as his tormentor jammed a cloth she grabbed off the floor into his mouth. Her body jittered as she slowly ran the knife down his shirt, slicing it open. Blood from his face dripped onto her arm as she stuck her gloved hand beneath his open shirt and felt his chest. She blushed a deep red and let out a slight moan as she fondled him with one hand and held the knife in the other.

Slowly, Neo began to make shallow cuts on her victim’s chest as he grunted in pain and wept. She removed her other hand from his shirt, and reached under herself. Her victim looked on with sheer terror as she began rubbing herself and quietly moaning as she made him bleed. Only a truly insane person could find sexual release in tormenting others like this, and it was clear even before this that “Goddess Neo” was completely mentally unhinged. She drooled as she ran the bloodied knife down towards his crotch area and fingered herself through her tight pants.

Neo then stopped her cutting, stepped back, placed her knife on the ground, and started unbuttoning her jacket. After removing it, she pulled down her leotard to expose her engorged breasts. She gave her helpless toy a teasing look as she massaged them, and watched a bulge form in his pants. She wondered if he was actually enjoying being tormented by her, or if she was just that attractive to him that he could get over the whole “torture” thing. She leaned in close to his face, positioning herself so that her breasts were directly under it. Blood from his cheek cut dripped onto them, and when she had enough, she pulled back to rub it all over them. She moaned again as her nipples stiffened in response. Neo began to jitter and shudder again as she felt the slick, fresh blood on her skin.

She reached one bloodstained hand down, under her belt, pants, and undergarments, pushing her leotard aside, to touch herself again. Her victim’s blood mixed with all of her fluids as she stuck two of her gloved fingers into herself. She buckled over in ecstasy as she ground her fingers into herself, making sure to massage her clit. She knelt down, picking up the knife with her other hand and licking the blood off its blade. She smiled and licked her lips clean as she saw her toy’s look of outright fear and disgust. His body and mind weren’t exactly in agreement about this, as his conscious mind certainly didn’t match the leak in his pants. Carefully, Neo used her free hand to cut his clothing open. She loved the scent of the fluid dripping down his shaft, and continued working her other hand faster while she watched it twitch.

She stopped for a moment. Before the terrified victim’s eyes, Neo’s clothing shattered into glass and vanished. Her blood-soaked body was now fully nude, and he could now clearly watch her finger herself while she stared at him. She slowly stood up to her full, albeit short stature, and withdrew her fingers from her messy cunt. She rubbed the sticky mix of fluids all over herself and tilted her head back to moan again. Licking the rest of the fluid off her hand, she moved in closer to the bound man and straddled him. She slowly lowered her small body onto his twitching shaft. She opened her mouth and let out a gasp as he filled her against his will. His bleary, tear-filled eyes hinted at the scream he would have let out had he not been gagged with a dirty rag.

Neo grabbed his shoulders and began to shift herself up and down on top of him. She leaned her head against his as she rode him, building up speed as she rocked back and forth. Her hands began moving off of his shoulders and onto his neck. His bloodshot eyes bugged out as she began to squeeze. She picked up the pace riding him, and for every hump, she tightened her grip. He was close to bursting at this point, his orgasm brought on closer by the asphyxiation. Neo squeaked and squealed quietly as she violated him, squeezing tight enough for the blood to begin draining from his face. As she felt him tighten up, she pulled herself off of him quickly, positioning the cheeks of her ass around his cock. He shot several ropes of cum, one of which splashed against her back as she squeezed tight enough to make his skin turn purple.

Neo let go of his neck as it began to shrivel up, allowing him to breathe. She pulled the dirty rag free from his mouth, but he was completely speechless after what she’d done to him. Immediately she leaned in to kiss him, running her tongue around his mouth. While doing this she moved her hand down to her own crotch and finished herself off. His nigh-limp body could barely feel her shuddering as she came.

Adequately satisfied, Neo got off of him and picked up her knife. She cocked her head to the side, smiled, and winked at him before plunging the knife directly into his chest in a blinding flash. The last thing he saw was her crazed smile as she stabbed him again and again, making sure the last vestiges of life were gone from him.

Neo stepped back to admire her toy’s corpse. Shards of glass ran up and down her body once more, cleaning all the blood and other fluids off of her. She was once more clothed in her tight-fitting outfit and ready to add the corpse to the piles around the room. She unbuckled her victim’s body from its restraints and unceremoniously threw it onto the pile in the right-hand side of the room to fester and rot. She picked her Scroll up from the ground and checked the home screen. Just two more weeks before she had to rejoin Cinder’s efforts to overthrow Haven. She swiped the picture of her latest victim off her checklist, marking him off as uncooperative and deceased. With today came the…unfortunate loss of the seventh out of the 10 people who belonged to the small-time crime syndicate.

Neo sighed and slipped the device back into her pocket. Yet another failure, but at least she had fun with him while he lasted. She skipped lightly out of the room and down the hallway, exiting her temporary hideaway and breathing in the cold Mistral air.

3 more chances to find what Roman left behind.