'She's a pretty one, isn't she?'

The White Fang officer looked Weiss straight in the eyes, receiving a menacing glare from the snow-haired girl.

'She'll do nicely. The lot of you, get outta here. I'm going to enjoy my time with you,' he said, vilely licking his lips as he smiled at her, before tearing her clothes off with his claws. Noticing her sudden fearful gaze at his fingertips, he held his hand up.

'Tiger Faunus. These things come in handy, don't they?'

Noticing her now nude body, Weiss timidly covered up her important areas.

'Put this on,' the Faunus commanded, tossing her a maid outfit that even in her hands was obviously far too small for her to fit into.

'This isn't big eno-'

SMACK.

The sound of his palm echoing against her face reverberated through the room.

'I didn't give you permission to talk back, did I?'

I'll kill you, you filthy son of a bitch, Weiss thought to herself. But even as she thought it, every passing second made it seem less and less likely to come true. This man was in complete and total control, and she knew it.

'Put. It. On. NOW!'

Weiss hurriedly equipped the outfit, not wanting to anger the man further. She could feel the seams start to tear as her arms squeezed through, the dress clamping down hard on her chest almost to the point where it was suffocating. It didn't exactly hide much down there, either, her most private area on full display for the Faunus' enjoyment.

'Now then,' he continued, back to his relaxed tone almost immediately. 'Why don't you dance for me?'

'W-what?'

Weiss furiously blushed at the suggestion, before the Faunus ever so kindly reminded her what happens when she questions his authority, another red mark being deposited on her cheek.

'I said; dance.'

Weiss reluctantly did as she was told, trying to appease him while still doing as little as possible. 'No, no, no, no. That's just not good enough. If you're gonna dance, you've gotta give it oomph!'

With that he grabbed her butt with one hand, his claws painfully digging in as blood began to seep from her behind as he began teaching her how he wanted her to dance. Needless to say, it was rather... erotic, to put it lightly.

After 2 hours of this humiliating treatment, she was permitted to remove the dress and leave his room, but upon exiting the door she was immediately escorted, while still naked nonetheless, to a small dungeon chamber where she was thrown in and her arms were chained to the wall behind her. The man in charge of the dungeon threw her a measly amount of mouldy bread and a raw potato, as well as placing down a tiny bowl of water on the ground in front of her.

'How am I supposed to eat or drink this?' Weiss questioned, her usual defiant attitude returning once more.

'Like the dog you are. You bend over, you pick it up with your mouth, and you enjoy what you're given.

'Can I at least get some bread that isn't covered in mould?' she asked, much gentler this time. The dungeon keeper just laughed to himself as he thought of the events that were soon to come.

'If I were you, I'd be glad you're even getting that and finish it very quickly. Your next guest, well... let's just say he's not quite a Schnee fan, shall we? Moments after he told Weiss these words, a man in a leather mask slowly trudged his way down the stairs into the dungeon where Weiss was kept.

'Speak of the devil,' the dungeon keeper said, turning towards Weiss again. 'You know, I almost feel sorry for you. Almost.'

The masked man was trembling with delight as he made his way down the stone steps, the Faunus officers words ringing in his head.

Do what you want to her. Only two conditions;

Don't break her just yet.

Make sure you don't kill her.

Weiss gulped as she remembered the dungeon keeper's words. Not a Schnee fan? What did he mean? Her head was soon filled with images of exactly what he meant as she saw what the masked man carried with him. A barbed whip, a handful of knives, a syringe filled with God-knows-what – she suddenly realised who this man was.

He was a torturer.

As if on instinct, she began trembling all over, her mumbling slowly getting louder and louder.

'No... please... no... please don't do this... oh God no...'

The door to her cell creaked open agonizingly slowly. Weiss closed her eyes, praying it was all just a dream, tears rolling down her soft, white cheeks. The feeling of a razor sharp pain slicing up her arm told her it was most definitely not a dream, along with an appropriately loud soul-rending scream.

'Whassamatter, pretty girl? You don' like it? Well my family don't exactly like you either, you bitch. Ever since your fuckin' Schnee corporation tore my Papas business down I've been living HELL! It's all thanks to that bitch mother of yours that my mama died working to the bone to feed me! Hope you don't get too comfortable, bitch, cos I'm gonna make you feel ten times the pain my family did after your company fucked us over!'

Weiss was so terrified of the pain and of the anticipation of what was to come, she didn't care about appearances anymore. She didn't care about being the dignified, well-raised girl anymore. She was scared. She was terrified. She wanted to go home. She wanted it all to be over. But she knew that that couldn't happen.

'Mommy...'

As she sat in a growing pool of her own urine, she spoke so quietly she wasn't even sure she said it.

'Please save me...'

As the torturer delivered another blow worthy of an ear-shattering scream, she knew.

It was going to be a very long night.

'Pyrrha? Are you sure this is the right way?'

'This is the way Roman told us to head. He said those White Fang guys caught a couple of kids a few days ago, didn't he Jaune? Don't you think it might be Ren and Nora?'

'I mean... I guess, but how do we know he's telling the truth? Or that we can even trust him at all?'

'Well,' Pyrrha responded sharply, 'for one, he wouldn't have a reason to lie to us. I'm sure he wanted us gone just as much as we wanted to leave, and since he and the White Fang have no reason to work together anymore there isn't any reason for him to send us walking right into a trap. If he really wanted to he could use us to bait the Grimm away, or even keep us alive just to kill some of them. Any way I look at it, he doesn't have a motive for wanting us dead.'

'Well when you put it that way I guess it makes sense. But we've been walking for 3 days and we haven't seen a thing, not to mention it's the dead of night right now! All we've come across are a bunch of low class Grimm. You really think we're going the right way?'

Quickly covering his mouth, and dragging him to the ground, Pyrrha shushed him.

'Look,' she whispered, pointing forwards, where in the distance, they could see a very dim light. A flashlight? Whatever it was, it was definitely artificial, and that meant it belonged to a human. Inching closer, they saw exactly what they had been searching for. They could just barely make it out in the darkness, but there were definitely 2 White Fang members standing guard outside the entrance to a huge complex, one so big they wondered how they didn't see it earlier, even through the darkness.

'Pyrrha, do you think...?'

'Yes, Jaune,' she responded, a small smile crossing her lips. 'I think we're here.'