Arcane Enforcer's Pet Chapter 3 - Breaking

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The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across Caitlyn's cozy lounge. Vi sat in a plush armchair, her legs crossed and arms folded tightly across her chest. The room was warm, but a chill still lingered in Vi's heart. She stared into the flames, lost in thought, as Caitlyn moved gracefully around the room, mixing drinks for them both.

Caitlyn's movements were smooth and practiced, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Vi. She handed Vi a glass of amber liquid, but Vi barely noticed. The thief's words consumed her mind, the venomous accusations that stung deeper than she cared to admit. Did this girl really think she could speak as if Vander were her adoptive father? Did she think she could speak for Powder just because she dyed her hair blue? Did she dare compare their lives, their struggles?

Vi clenched her jaw, anger simmering beneath the surface. She had poured everything into Vander's dream—every drop of sweat, every liter of blood, and gallons and gallons of her tears. She had fought, bled, and cried for it. She had sacrificed so much, given up so much, all for the hope of a better Zaun. And now, some brat with a chip on her shoulder dared call her a traitor?

It shouldn't have bothered her so much. It shouldn't have cut so deep. But it did. The words echoed in her mind, a constant reminder of the doubts that gnawed at her resolve.

Caitlyn pressed the drink into Vi's hands, her touch gentle but firm. "You alright, Violet?" she asked, her voice soft and laced with concern.

Vi looked up, meeting Caitlyn's gaze for a moment before glancing away, her eyes still haunted by the thief's words. "Yeah," Vi replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Even as she said it, though, she wasn't entirely sure she was telling the truth. The anger and hurt were still too raw, too close to the surface.

Caitlyn, luckily, didn't need Vi to spell it out. "It bothers me, too," Caitlyn admitted after a moment, her tone measured as she sank onto the chaise next to her lover.

Vi's frustration bubbled over, fingers clenching around the glass. "Ten thousand silvers? Leave the city? Did she even think about this at all?" her voice rose, words tumbling out in a rush. "How was she going to carry it? What, did she think she could put that kind of money in her pocket and just walk out of the city? Does she think it's weightless? She has no idea what she's doing."

Caitlyn nodded, eye softening as she watched Vi's frustration spill over. "That's not all that's bothering you, though, is it?" she asked gently.

Vi shook her head, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her like a heavy stone. "No," she admitted, her voice strained. "It's more than that. This plan… it has all the marks of desperation. That thief—she's clearly never had any money, any chance at a future. She's trapped down there, at the mercy of people who are trying to get her killed, and she's so desperate she launched into a half-baked scheme like this."

Vi blew out a breath. "It's not the sort of thing that someone who has any hope for a future in Zaun does. She's just… flailing around, grasping at anything that might save her."

Caitlyn listened quietly, her hand resting lightly on Vi's arm. "And that's what's really bothering you," she said softly. "You see a bit of your sister in her, do you?"

Vi's eyes flickered with pain. "Not exactly," she muttered. "What she could have been, maybe. A bit of the desperation she felt. The point is… are we really doing the right thing, Cupcake? Are we making things better for them at all?"

Caitlyn's gaze was steady, unwavering. "What do you think?" she asked, her voice gentle but insistent. "What would Vander say?"

Vi let out a bitter laugh, the sound cutting through the tension in the room. "The Undercity has infinitely more than it ever had before," she said, her voice tinged with irony. "That was what Vander wanted—more for everyone, not just scraps."

Caitlyn's brow furrowed as she considered Vi's words. "But do you think he would have been satisfied with the progress that's been made?" she asked, her tone cautious.

Vi closed her eyes, the weight of Caitlyn's question pressing down on her. She could almost hear Vander's voice, firm and resolute, telling her to keep going, to never give up. Then she shook her head, her eyes distant. "Vander was never, ever satisfied," she admitted. "He always wanted justice. He wouldn't have been satisfied while the criminal elements of Zaun were still preventing the money and help from getting to enough people. He would have fought for them... tooth and nail."

Caitlyn's lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "I'm not satisfied yet either," she said softly, her hand squeezing Vi's arm gently. "And neither are you. Why do you expect that you would be any different from your adoptive father?"

Vi looked at Caitlyn, her frustration momentarily softened by the understanding in her lover's eyes. "Because it's exhausting," she muttered, her voice tinged with weariness. "Every day, every fight… it feels like we're just treading water."

Caitlyn nodded, her expression sympathetic but resolute. "That's why we're doing what we do, Violet," she said, her voice firm. "We need to break the gangs in Zaun if things are ever going to get better. We can't stop now."

Vi sighed, the weight of Caitlyn's words sinking in. She knew Caitlyn was right, but the path ahead seemed daunting, filled with obstacles and doubts. Yet, a flicker of resolve ignited as she looked into Caitlyn's resolute gaze. They had come too far to give up now. "But even if we get the key back, it won't help that thief much. She's in way over her head."

Caitlyn's expression hardened as she nodded sharply. "We do need the key back," she insisted. "It's not just about us; it's about keeping Zaun safe from those who would exploit its people."

"The vastaya wasn't the one who attacked the house," she remarked. Vi’s mind raced, her brow furrowing as she pieced together fragments of the night’s events. "The people who brought those thugs here—the ones hunting the vastaya. They're the real threat here."

Caitlyn agreed, her gaze unwavering. "If she gives back the key, I'll protect her," Caitlyn declared, her voice firm. "I won't let the Thieves' Guild have her... but I can't let her get away with this either. She seems determined not to see things our way, though."

Vi's jaw set with resolve. "Then we're going to have to persuade her to see reason," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. "She might think she's got nothing left to lose, but she does... and we can't afford to lose the archives, either."

Caitlyn's hand tightened around Vi's, a silent promise of solidarity. "We'll get through to her," she said, her voice filled with conviction and anger. Her home had been invaded, the lives of her staff threatened. Her father had been here, and he could have been hurt. Beneath the understanding she was trying to show, Caitlyn was outraged, and the fact that the thief wasn't the primary target of her fury didn't make it less powerful. "But how?"

Vi shrugged. "I have a few ideas..."

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Zelia's eyes fluttered open to the suffocating darkness of the basement. The cold, damp air clung to her skin like a shroud, and she could barely make out the rough stone walls around her. Her wrists ached from being stretched above her head, the chains biting into her flesh. She hung there, suspended by her weight, her tail limp and dangling beneath her. Panic surged through her as she realized she was alone, utterly isolated in this subterranean prison.

She cursed herself for the thousandth time since her capture. How could she have been so foolish? How could she have let those Enforcer bitches catch her? Zelia’s mind replayed the moments leading up to her capture, each memory a dagger twisting deeper into her self-loathing. She had been arrogant and complacent—a fatal mistake. Now, she was paying the price for her stupidity, bound and helpless in the dark.

Gods, she was worthless. An idiot. A fool. She felt like she was being dragged down by the weight of the disgust she felt for herself... Every fiber of her being screamed at her failure, at the pathetic creature she had become. She had dreamed of escaping Zaun, of leaving this wretched city behind, but now she was nothing more than a chained animal. This is what Rasco wanted for her, right? This is how he would have kept her, what she was fleeing from. Now, something similar had become her fate anyway.

Her golden eyes burned with unshed tears, but she refused to let them fall. No, she wouldn’t give herself the mercy of crying. Instead, she glared at the darkness, daring it to mock her further. What kind of idiot thief got herself caught by the Enforcers, after all? The silent darkness, however, didn't answer her... mocking her with its indifference. Zelia's chest heaved with ragged breaths. She’d thought herself clever, untouchable even, but now she was just another casualty in the endless war between Zaun and Piltover. A pawn, a joke, a stain on the cobblestones of the Undercity.

Just like Jinx had ended up.

She deserved every second of this. Her body trembled with the force of her self-hatred, her muscles straining against the chains that held her captive. She had always known the risks, always lived on the edge, but this... this was her first real failure. Tears welled in her eyes, but once again she blinked them away, refusing to give in to weakness. She was better than this. She had to be. Zelia took a deep breath, gathering her composure.

Yes... she had been caught, but she was still the one holding all the cards. They had nothing on her, as long as she kept her mouth shut They needed that key, and they would have to make a deal to get it. Like she’d said… corpses couldn’t give up secrets

A small spark stirred. She might be chained and trapped, but she wasn’t defeated. Zelia clenched her fists, feeling the metal bite deeper into her skin. She would endure this, just as she had endured everything else. She would escape like she always did. And when she left this city behind, she would spit on it as she went.

She wasn't sure how long she hung there in the dark. Time seemed to stretch and blur, each second a cruel reminder of her helplessness. Her feet could only barely brush the ground, and her wrists ached more with every passing moment, the chains biting deeper. The cold, damp air clung to her like a shroud, sapping what little warmth she had left.

When she finally heard footsteps echoing through the corridor, anxiety and dread warred with desperate relief. At least she wasn't being left here to rot, alone in the dark. The sound of approaching footsteps sent a shiver down her spine, but it was a welcome distraction from the fear that had taken root in her chest.

Being left alone felt almost like the sense of abandonment she had felt when she realized that her parents wouldn't ever be getting up again—that she was truly alone in the world now. That memory was a raw, open wound, one she tried desperately to ignore. She didn't want to think about it, so she resolutely put it out of her mind, focusing instead on the sound of shoes scuffling stone.

Whoever was coming, they were her only—temporary—hope. All sorts of awful things might be about to happen to her next, but at least she wasn't being left to suffer with only the ghosts of her mistakes for company. Zelia steeled herself, clenching her fists around the metal links of her chains. She was not defeated, not yet. And as long as she had breath in her body, she would fight.

Then the door opened, and Vi stepped into the room.

The Enforcer wasn't wearing her uniform anymore; instead, she wore snug black pants and a white tank top that clung to her muscular frame. Her red hair was pulled up and down, strands falling free to brush against her face as she moved. Vi paused in the doorway, her eyes scanning the room before settling on the vastaya hanging limply from her chains. She brushed a few errant hairs out of her face, weary exasperation writ across her face.

"You really are an idiot, aren't you?" Vi said, her voice carrying a mix of irritation and pity. She shook her head, taking a step closer, her boots echoing off the stone floor. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused?"

Zelia glared with eyes of molten fury. "Easy for you to say while I'm all chained up," she growled, her voice strained but thick with vitriol.

Vi snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm the reason you're all chained up, girl. It was easy to say before, too."

Zelia's jaw tightened, her teeth grinding as she struggled against the chains. "And what do you expect me to do about it now? Beg for mercy?"

Vi sighed, running a hand through her hair. "No, I expect you to stop being so damn stubborn and start thinking with your head instead of your pride. You might not be as smart as you think you are."

Zelia's eyes narrowed, her tail twitching with anger. "And what would you know about it, Enforcer? You're just here to keep the peace, right? To make sure people like me stay in line."

Vi took another step forward, her gaze unwavering. "I'm here because someone has to be the voice of reason. And right now, that someone is me. So, either you start talking, or you can stay down here until you rot." Vi's eyes softened for a fleeting moment, but she quickly masked it with a stern expression. "Alright, let's start with something simple," she said, her voice dropping to a more conversational tone. "What's your name?"

Zelia's lips pressed into a thin line, and she turned her head away, refusing to meet Vi's gaze. The silence between them stretched, thick with defiance.

Vi chuckled, an almost amused sound. "You really aren't going to tell us anything at all, are you? Not even something as useless as your name."

Zelia worked her teeth for a moment before she spoke, her tone frigid. "No, I won't."

"Well, I'll give you credit for one thing," Vi said, shaking her head. "You're much better at shutting the fuck up than I ever learned to be. Unfortunately for you, I need you to speak."

Zelia's golden eyes flashed with anger, but she remained silent, her body tense with resistance. Vi took another step closer, her presence looming over the captive vastaya.

"Look," Vi began, softer now. "I get it. You're tough, and you think you can handle anything. But this isn't about pride anymore. This is about survival. If you don't start talking, things are going to get a lot worse for you."

Zelia's tail twitched nervously, but she still refused to break. Vi sighed again. "Fine. Have it your way. But remember, you’re the one who asked to do this the hard way."

Vi's hand shot up, reaching for the vastaya's throat. Her hands moved swiftly and precisely, as if she had done this a thousand times before. Zelia twisted her head to the side, muscles coiling in instinctive panic, but Vi’s fingers didn’t close around her neck. Instead, they found the collar of her shirt, and with a slow, deliberate motion, Vi began to tear it down the middle.

“Hey!” Zelia’s voice cracked with outrage. “That’s my favorite shirt! I only have three!” Her words came out in a desperate rush, each one underscored by the sound of fabric rending under Vi’s relentless grip. Beneath her bluster, however, Zelia’s heart pounded like a drum. Cold air seeped through the gaps in her clothing, her skin prickling in response. Vi’s bright blue eyes were unyielding, her expression a mask of calm determination as she continued to rip away at Zelia’s shirt, piece by piece.

The material gave way with a series of sharp snaps, the once-sturdy fabric now hanging in tatters from Zelia’s shoulders. Her small, pert breasts were exposed to the chill, the sudden exposure making her gasp. The cold bit into her flesh, contrasting sharply with the heat of her humiliation. Zelia’s breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled against the chains that held her aloft. She could feel tears welling in her eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let Vi see any weakness. Her tail thrashed behind her, a futile attempt to regain some semblance of control.

Vi paused, her gaze sweeping over Zelia’s exposed form with a mixture of disdain and something else—something almost like pity. “You should have talked when you had the chance,” she said firmly, her voice carrying an edge of finality. With that, Vi resumed her work, her hands moving with practiced ease. Zelia’s shirt was soon reduced to nothing more than strips of cloth dangling uselessly from her wrists. The cold air around her seemed to grow even colder now that her chest was exposed.

Zelia’s teeth chattered, not just from the cold but from the sheer indignity of it all. She glared at Vi, her golden eyes blazing with anger and desperation. “What, picking on someone in chains?” she spat, her voice trembling. “I can’t even fight back.”

Vi’s lips curled into a faint smile, but there was no warmth in it. “Maybe,” she said, her tone dismissive. “Not like it would matter if you could."

Zelia’s mind raced, searching for some way out of this nightmare. But the chains held her fast, and Vi’s presence loomed over her like a shadow. She could feel her resolve slipping, the edges of her defiance fraying under the relentless assault.

Finally, Vi stepped back, surveying her handiwork with a satisfied nod. Zelia hung there, naked and exposed, shivering in the cold. The silence between them was thick, heavy with unspoken threats.

“Now,” Vi said, her voice cutting through the stillness like a knife. “Are you ready to talk?”

Zelia’s jaw tightened. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but she knew it would do no good. Instead, she met Vi’s gaze, her eyes burning with a final spark of defiance.

“No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I won’t.”

Vi’s expression hardened, and for a moment, Zelia thought she might strike her. But then Vi simply sighed, shaking her head in exasperation. Then she reached her hands up towards the bound woman's breasts.

Zelia’s breath hitched as Vi’s fingers closed around her firm, perky, tits, her rough grip sending a jolt of pain and humiliation through the vastaya’s body. She cried out in fury and shock, the sound raw as it was torn from her throat. Vi’s expression remained impassive, unyielding. Zelia thrashed against her bonds, but they held firm, trapping her like a fly in amber. “Stop it!” Zelia cried, her voice breaking with desperation. “Get your hands off me!”

Vi ignored her pleas, her fingers pinching and rolling Zelia’s nipples between them. The sensation was humiliating, a mix of cold and heat that made Zelia’s skin prickle and burn. “You have a lovely body, all things considered,” Vi remarked, her tone casual, almost conversational. “A bit dirty, maybe—you could use a bath—but no one’s perfect.”

Zelia’s cheeks flushed with shame, but her gaze was full of fury. “Shut up! Just shut up!” she shouted. Vi completely disregarded her cries, however… her fingers were relentless, tormenting Zelia’s sensitive flesh. The pressure on her nipples intensified, and Zelia couldn’t help but cry out again, her body arching involuntarily against the chains. Her tail thrashed wildly behind her, a futile attempt to escape the torment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Vi released her grip, letting go of Zelia’s abused nipples. Zelia gasped, trying to catch her breath. The cold air wrapped around her exposed skin, but she could still feel the hot burn where Vi’s fingers had been, a cruel reminder of her helplessness.

“Leave me alone!” Zelia shouted again, her voice trembling with anger and fear. “I'm not gonna tell you shit!"

Instead of stepping away, however, Vi brought her hands to Zelia's waist and started ripping her way down the thief's pants. Zelia's eyes widened in shock as she felt the fabric give way under Vi's relentless grip. The sound of tearing cloth echoed through the cold, damp room, each rip feeling like a stark reminder of her vulnerability.

"You can’t do this!" Zelia shouted. Her words were a desperate plea, but Vi didn't listen. She continued her assault on Zelia's clothing, her fingers moving with relentless hunger. Zelia cursed Vi again, her voice filled with venom, but the Enforcer remained unmoved, focused only on her task.

This time, there were no shoulders for the pants to hang from. When Vi ripped them down the middle, they fell until they pooled around Zelia's ankles, covering nothing at all. The sudden exposure made Zelia gasp, her body trembling with humiliation. The cold air bit into her skin, making her shiver uncontrollably. She could feel the rough stone floor beneath her feet, the chill seeping into her bones.

Vi's fingers traced their way up Zelia's thighs, her grip strong and full of pressure. Zelia's breath hitched as Vi's touch sent shivers up her spine. The cold air contrasted sharply with the warmth of Vi's hands, making every sensation more acute. Zelia's muscles tensed, her body instinctively trying to pull away, but the chains held her fast.

Then Vi's fingers ran their way through the soft tuft of fur that completely failed to sufficiently hide the untouched, virgin slit between the vastaya's legs. Zelia gasped, a sharp intake of breath that betrayed her discomfort. The intrusion was unexpected and invasive, and she could feel her cheeks burning with humiliation. Vi's fingers moved with deliberate slowness, exploring the delicate folds of Zelia's sex, pressing into places that made Zelia squirm uncomfortably.

"So the carpet doesn't match the drapes," Vi said with a total lack of surprise. "Who could have imagined that? And here you act like you think you're a natural blue." Her voice was mocking, each word dripping with disdain. Zelia's eyes narrowed, her golden gaze filled with defiance, but she couldn't hide the flush of shame that colored her cheeks.

Vi's fingers continued their exploration, delving deeper into Zelia's most private areas. Zelia bit her lip, trying to suppress the groans that threatened to escape. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and something else—something she refused to acknowledge. She clenched her fists around the chains above her until her knuckles were white with effort.

"Stop it," Zelia whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. "Just stop it!" Vi, however, showed no signs of listening. Zelia's body trembled, and she had to blink the tears out of her eyes.

Vi's thumb brushed against Zelia's clit, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Zelia cried out, her voice echoing off the cold stone walls of the basement. Vi's fingers continued their ministrations, moving with practiced ease, and the sensation was too much, too intense, and she could feel her control slipping away.

Then, without warning, Vi's fingers were gone. Their relentless motion suddenly halting made Zelia gasp, and her body jerked back and forth as she hung from her wrists, the chains clinking softly against the metal pipe overhead. The abrupt cessation of touch left her disoriented, her senses reeling from the sudden absence of pressure.

"Wha—" Zelia stammered, her voice a mix of confusion and desperation. "Why? What?" Her golden eyes darted to Vi, searching for an answer in the Enforcer's expression.

Vi smirked, a slow, knowing curve of her lips that sent a shiver down Zelia's spine. "Thought you wanted me to stop," Vi said, her tone casual, almost amused. "Seems like I'm getting mixed messages here."

Zelia's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, the heat spreading across her face and down her neck. She realized with a sickening lurch that her body had betrayed her, that she had been unconsciously pressing herself against Vi's fingers, seeking more of the invasive touch she had just been cursing. The realization was humiliating, a stark reminder of her helplessness.

"No, I didn't!" Zelia spat, her voice trembling with anger and shame. "You're twisting this, you bitch!" She snarled, venting her frustration in a torrent of words... each one laced with as much venom as the vastaya could put inside. "You think this makes you tough? You think this makes you powerful? You're just a bully, picking on someone who can't fight back!"

Vi's smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Not quite, but you are right about one thing," she replied, her voice calm and measured. "Right now, I'm the one in control. You, on the other hand..." She trailed off as she looked over the hanging vastaya, smirking. “Not so much.”

Zelia's tits shook as she took deep breaths, struggling to regain some semblance of composure. All she could conjure to mask it was rage, so she leaned into that… refusing to let Vi see any weakness in her. "Enough of this..." Zelia growled. "There's no point."

Vi stepped closer, hovering over Zelia like a shadow. "Then what is your name?" she demanded.

Zelia's eyes flashed as she glared into Vi’s gaze. "They call me Jinx. Not sure if you've ever heard of me."

Vi rolled her eyes, a gesture of exasperation that spoke volumes. "Of course you are," she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Zelia's defiance only seemed to fuel the Enforcer’s irritation... which, the way the vastaya saw it, gave her all the motivation in the world to continue. "Do you see it now? This is a waste of both of our time," Zelia hissed, her snarling anger echoing off the cold stone walls. Her words were fueled by frustration and anger, but Vi remained unfazed. She simply turned on her heel and walked to the corner of the room, where a bucket sat waiting.

Zelia's heart pounded as she watched Vi approach the bucket. The Enforcer's movements were deliberate, almost leisurely, as if she had all the time in the world. Zelia's mind raced, trying to anticipate what Vi would do next, but the answer came before she could fully process it. With a grunt of effort, Vi hoisted the bucket towards the hanging captive, and the tipped bucket sent a veritable waterfall of chill water cascading down onto Zelia. The cold liquid hit her like a tidal wave, soaking through every inch of her exposed skin. Zelia sputtered and gagged, her body convulsing with shock as the icy water drenched her from head to toe.

"Hey!" Zelia shrieked, her voice cracking with outrage. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She thrashed against her chains, but they held firm, trapping her in place as the water continued to pour over her.

Vi stood there, watching with a satisfied smile. "I did say you needed a bath," she remarked, her tone casual, almost amused. "This is a good start in cleaning you up... But we'll have to do more later." Her words were a promise, a threat wrapped in indifference.

Zelia's body shuddered violently as the cold water seeped into her bones. The basement had been cold before, but now, soaked to the skin, she felt the chill in a way she never had before. Gooseflesh erupted all over her skin, tiny bumps rising in response to the frigid temperature. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, and she shivered in her bondage. Zelia's breathing was rapid and unsteady as she glared at Vi, but the Enforcer remained unmoved… her expression composed.

Zelia glared at Vi as the Enforcer moved back toward her, her golden eyes burning. "I'm not going to answer any of your questions,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

Vi nodded slowly, a faint smile playing on her lips before she turned away. "Agreed," she said, her tone calm and measured as she walked to a large object resting against the far wall. Asking you questions right now really does seem like a waste of time. That's why I'm not going to do it."

Vi began to drag something heavy and blocky across the cold stone floor. The sound of metal scraping against stone echoed through the basement, each grating noise sending a shiver down Zelia's spine. As Vi pulled the object closer, Zelia could make out its shape—a metal frame with a series of tubes coming out of it. In the center was a large metal rod, and attached to that rod was a heavy crank. The device's purpose remained unclear, but the ominous air of it made Zelia's heart race.

Vi reached down to the contraption and pulled out a series of small metal clips attached to it by some kind of thick string. The vastaya's breath hitched, and her body tensed in anticipation of what was to come. Then Zelia's eyes widened in shock as Vi stepped closer, her fingers pinching at Zelia's stomach.

Zelia's body was indeed slim, almost starved, with lean, ropey muscles that made it difficult for Vi to find a suitable grip. Her stomach, though taut and firm, offered especially little in the way of flesh to clamp onto. Despite that, Vi was determined, and the Enforcer's practiced hands managed to locate a small patch of skin pliable enough to stretch... and with a swift motion, she secured the first metal clip.

As soon as the clamp closed around Zelia's flesh and bit down, the pain flared through her. Only with it pressing down on her did Zelia notice the tiny, shark-like teeth embedded in the metal. They were dull, too dull to cut through her, but their pressure was unyielding and made the points dig painfully into her skin... gripping on and refusing to let go. The sensation was immediate and intense, causing Zelia to cry out in outrage. "You bitch!" she screamed in nearly mindless fury. "Get these things off me!"

Vi remained unfazed, her expression calm as she ignored Zelia's curses. Instead, she reached for another clamp, repeating the process on a different part of Zelia's body. Each clip bit into her skin with merciless precision, the dull teeth holding fast despite the vastaya's struggles. Zelia's shouts grew more frantic, her insults laced with venom, but Vi continued methodically, securing each clamp with deliberate care.

"Stop it! You monster!" Zelia shouted, her voice cracking with desperation. "I'll kill you for this!" Her threats were met with silence, Vi's focus solely on her task. With each new clamp, Zelia's body tensed further, the pain intensifying with every placement. The cold air seemed to bite deeper with every second as she hung there, helpless and exposed.

Despite her protests, Vi showed no signs of relentingher hands steady as she attached each clamp. Zelia's body trembled under the onslaught, and her defiance slowly eroded under the relentless torment. The basement echoed with her cries, each one a testament to her growing vulnerability.

Vi continued her methodical work, attaching clamp after clamp to Zelia's body. She secured one on the vastaya's stomach, then another, each bite of metal sending a jolt of pain through Zelia's taut flesh. Zelia's curses grew more frantic, her voice laced with venom, but there was an unmistakable hint of a whimper beneath her rage. The cold air seemed to amplify every sensation, making each new clamp feel like a vice tightening around her skin.

Next, Vi moved to Zelia's thighs, attaching clamps to both sides with practiced ease. Each new placement elicited a fresh wave of agony, and Zelia's struggles became more desperate. Her legs trembled under the weight of the clamps, the dull teeth digging into her muscles with unrelenting pressure. Vi then shifted her attention to Zelia's calves, securing clamps to both, ensuring that every part of her lower body was subjected to the torment.

Finally, Vi reached for Zelia's feet, attaching clamps to both big toes. The sudden pain made Zelia's entire body jerk, her screams echoing off the cold stone walls. "You bitch! You fucking cunt!" she shouted, her voice breaking as her struggles shook the chains. The pain was too intense, too overwhelming for her to think clearly, and her insults quickly devolved into mindless, reflexive curses.

But Vi wasn't done. She reached up and grabbed hold of one of Zelia's breasts, her fingers closing around the hardened nipple. Zelia stared down in horror as Vi attached a clamp to her sensitive flesh, the teeth biting deep into the tender skin. It hurt… it hurt so badly, like a wild animal had suddenly sunk its fangs into her tits. "Aaaahhh! Fuck you! Bitch! Bastard!" she screamed, her voice raw and broken. The pain was too sudden, too intense for her to form coherent thoughts, and her curses were a desperate attempt to mask the humiliation and fear coursing through her veins.

Zelia's body convulsed under the onslaught, letting out curse after furious curse... but even she could hear the panic in her insults. Her defiance was no longer nearly as confident as it had been a short time ago, slowly eroding under the relentless torment, and no one watching could have been fooled to think otherwise.

Vi chuckled, a low, knowing sound that sent a shiver down Zelia's spine. "That was only the first one," she said, her voice calm and measured. Then she reached out and grabbed hold of Zelia's other breast, her fingers pinching the hardened nipple with unyielding pressure.

Zelia's body tensed in response, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. She resisted as hard as she could, bucking and twisting her body, kicking out at Vi with all the strength she could muster. Her kicks were pathetic, weak and ineffectual against the Enforcer's solid frame, but still, she fought with every ounce of her being. Each time Vi tried to secure the clamp, Zelia would start resisting harder again, forcing the red-haired Enforcer to focus solely on holding on.

They repeated this process again and again, each attempt met with renewed resistance from Zelia. Her struggles grew more frantic, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she fought to keep Vi at bay. Despite her efforts, Vi's grip remained firm, her expression calm and composed as she continued her relentless assault.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Zelia's strength began to wane. Her body trembled with exhaustion, her movements growing slower and weaker. Her golden eyes now held a hint of desperation as she panted frantically, her chest heaving with the effort. The pain from the clamps already attached to her body throbbed relentlessly, adding to her torment.

When she was too weak and limp to do any meaningful twisting, Vi seized the opportunity. With a swift, efficient motion, she secured the second clamp onto Zelia's nipple. The sensation was excruciating, a sharp, piercing agony that made Zelia's vision blur with tears. If anything, it hurt even worse than the first nipple did.

Zelia sagged in her chains the moment she finished jerking, her body trembling. Vi backed off, returning to the large metal frame resting against the far wall. She reached down and picked up a small, triangular device with a free-floating pendulum. Zelia had never used one, but she had seen them before—they called it a metronome. From her understanding, musicians used them... the rhythmic ticking of its pendulum was used to keep time during practice.

Zelia's eyes followed Vi's movements, her mind racing to understand the Enforcer's intentions as the Enforcer set the metronome down on top of the big box, positioning it carefully. Then, with a practiced motion, she clipped a final one of those metal mouths onto the base of the metronome. The sharp click echoed through the cold, damp basement, a stark reminder of Zelia's helplessness. Vi straightened up and looked at Zelia, her expression unreadable. "I agree," Vi said, her voice calm and measured. "You're not likely to answer our questions today... but we'll see how you feel about it tomorrow."

Zelia's breath hitched as Vi pushed the metronome with one finger, setting the pendulum in motion. The tiny weight at the end began to swing back and forth. Zelia's eyes followed the pendulum as it moved, her mind struggling to comprehend the purpose behind this strange activity... had working with that Kiramman bitch driven the formerly sensible girl mad? The vastaya's eyes flicked back as the weight reached the end of its arc with an audible click, then reversed direction, swinging back the other way. And again. And again. Each rotation took exactly the same amount of time, creating a steady, unrelenting rhythm.

The metronome's ticking filled the silence, a constant reminder of Zelia's captivity. She could feel the cold sinking into her like sharp fangs as she hung there, exposed and vulnerable. The clamps on her body throbbed with every beat, adding to her growing sense of dread. What was the point of this?

Then the pendulum clicked a tenth time, and Zelia's world erupted momentarily into fire as electricity coursed through every one of the metal clips and into her body. The sudden surge was overwhelming, a searing pain that shot through her limbs and core with shocking intensity.

For just a moment, every muscle in Zelia's body went ramrod stiff, like they got if she ran through the fissures for hours without stretching, and she couldn't release the tension in her body. Her muscles clenched involuntarily, locking her in place as the electric current continued its relentless path through her flesh. She could feel her heart hammering like it was running from the Enforcers. The sheer force of the electricity left her gasping for breath, her lungs struggling to draw in air.

Despite hanging from her wrists, Zelia's cramping body did her very best to curl up into a ball anyway... even her toes curled. The chains bit deeper into her skin, but the instinct to protect herself was too strong to ignore. Her legs drew up towards her chest, her knees pressing against her abdomen as she tried to minimize the contact points with the clamps. Her fingers dug into the metal links, her nails scraping against the cold iron as she fought against the overwhelming pain. The agony was nearly unbearable, her body betraying her with every twitch and spasm.

Then, after a time, it stopped. She was left panting as steam rose from her body. Some of the water that still lingered on her skin had been flashed into mists from the electricity as it coursed over her body. The sudden cessation of the current left her trembling, her body slick with sweat and the remnants of the icy bath. The room seemed to spin around her, the cold air biting into her exposed skin as she hung there, suspended in the suffocating darkness.

That... had hurt. That had hurt unbelievably badly, and all the worst for the raw surprise. What the hell wa-

Zelia screamed as the electricity returned, her voice a raw, desperate cry that echoed through the cold stone walls. Her entire body tensed painfully, muscles locking into place as the searing current coursed through her flesh once more. The clamps on her skin sent jolts of agony radiating outwards, each pulse of electricity intensifying the torment. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, each beat a painful reminder of her helplessness.

This time, she heard the metronome clicking, even over her cries. Three more precise and unrelenting clicks followed, followed by the sudden cessation of pain. The electricity vanished just as quickly as it had come, leaving Zelia trembling and gasping for breath, her body slick with sweat.

Panting, she managed to find enough breath to break after the shock subsided. "You traitorous bitch!" she hissed, her voice thick with anger and pain. "Take these fucking things off of me!" she shouted, her words laced with venom.

Vi clicked her tongue in disapproval, her expression calm and composed. "I don't think so." The metronome clicked several times more, its rhythmic ticking filling the silence. Despite the steady pace, the clicks felt faster to Zelia, her heart racing with fear and anticipation.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Cli-

Without any additional warning, the tension and agony filled Zelia's body once again as the electricity surged through her. Her muscles clenched involuntarily, her body convulsing under the relentless assault. The pain was overwhelming, each pulse of electricity sending waves of agony through her limbs and core. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage like it was trying to escape.

Three more clicks and the shock stopped. Zelia's body went limp, her muscles too exhausted to hold even the pretense of resistance. She hung there, gasping for breath, her breasts heaving as she struggled to draw air into her lungs. The cold air was like knives against her flesh, and she couldn’t stop shuddering. Her mind was a haze of pain and confusion, each beat of the metronome a cruel reminder of pain to come.

Vi stood over her, her expression calm and composed. "By tomorrow, maybe you'll be ready to tell us your name," she declared. Then she turned on her heel and made her way towards the door.

"Wait!" Zelia screamed, her voice raw and desperate. "You can't just leave me here! You have to—"

Click.

The electricity surged through her once more, cutting off her words with a jolt. Zelia's body convulsed violently, her muscles locking into place as the current coursed through her flesh. The agony was overwhelming in its completeness, the way that each pulse of electricity dominated her every thought and emotion as it sent fresh waves of torment through her limbs and core.

The metronome continued its steady ticking; each click a countdown to the next wave of torment. Zelia strained her ears to hear anything other than the relentless rhythm, but she could barely make out Vi's departing footsteps over the sound of her own heavy breathing.

Her body quivered, her muscles too weak to fight against the chains that held her captive. Zelia's tried to think, tried to find some way out of this torment. She had to think of something, befo-

Click.

Zelia gurgled out a scream, alone in the darkness... and no one but her even heard it.

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