Promises of Loyalty
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,975
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Door Prize
Notes: This was actually written prior to the bulk of chapter two. Since I was stuck on the fight and I knew where I wanted her capture to eventually lead, I was able to write this part out rather easily.
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Chapter 3 - Door Prize
When she came to, Tifa was greeted to a room of darkness. Whatever the SOLDIER had done left her sight impaired by what felt like a thick cloud of vapor. Upon checking herself, she found her hands to be bound tightly before her with thick metal cuffs. Her radio link to the others had been taken, along with her gloves and the potion she had hidden in her back pocket. Fumbling around, she could feel a mattress beneath her and a cold metal wall to her left. At least she wasn't in immediate danger, she thought, as she sighed and lay back down on what she imagined to be a prison cell cot. Time seemed to creep by in slow motion, but that didn't matter to her now since she had no clue how long she was knocked out or how long she had been in there. Finally, Tifa heard voices nearby as if coming through a door and she strained to her what was being said. She identified the voices as two males, the more distant one seeming slightly familiar to her as they got closer and closer to her room.
"This is her cell, no need to worry about safety, we've got her cuffed and unarmed," the unfamiliar voice said.
"I bet you guys didn't mind searching this one, huh?" the other voice chuckled as she heard the confirming beep of a card key reader near what Tifa imagined was the entrance to her cell.
The other man, most likely a guard, laughed along with him, "Believe me, we were VERY thorough with her!" Another perverse laugh, a heavy door being opened, footsteps, and the slamming of said door let Tifa know she was no longer the only person in the room.
"Well, guess you weren't as tough as you thought, right miss?" the voice chuckled.
"It's you, isn't it? The SOLDIER from the alley." Tifa questioned, finally identifying the voice.
"The name's Zack," he answered as she heard the scraping sound of a chair being dragged across the floor.
"What did you do to me, why can't I see? And where am I?"
"ShinRa Headquarters Containment Cell #46...and all I did was use a vial of Ink and bit of materia. The Silence has worn off, but it looks like the Darkness I inflicted with the Ink will take a bit longer," he commented, playfully waving his hand before her non-receptive eyes. She scowled at him, her ears picking up his movement before her face, and he grinned. "Hey, you're even cuter when you're mad!"
Tifa turned from the sound of his voice to what she figured was the wall, "I don't need your company, just leave." The chair scraped against the floor once again and the thud of Zack's boots was heard as they hit the ground.
"Well, if you're going to be unfriendly, than I will. That Ink should wear off before the morning, so sleep well, babe." He gave her now exposed backside an appreciative pat as he walked off, causing Tifa's face to flush in anger.
"You bastard!" she screamed after him, "You're just going to leave me here?!" The screaming bounced off the cell walls and down the hallways where it eventually faded as Zack walked on, an indignant smirk on his face as her curses died on his ears.
The next morning, Tifa awoke to full sight and a meager plate of prison rations next to her cot. Still weary from her battle the previous night, she ate quickly and then got to work examining her surroundings. A standard issue army cot, small metal table, and a metal chair were all the furniture provided to her. A toilet and sink stood in one corner and her only light came from a harsh fluorescent bulb overhead. The door was steel with a few slots cut into it for an observation window, an unnecessary feature given the security camera mounted in the upper corner of the room. Her only exit was about 6 inches thick of solid steel, nothing that could be undone by her efforts alone. Tifa sat back down on the cot and accepted her fate; ShinRa had succeeded in capturing and detaining her. The communication link to the rest of the team had been taken and they no doubt used it to locate and capture Barret and the others. She prayed that they had escaped somehow, but knowing them, they were too preoccupied with their respective duties to have seen more guards approaching. As she peered out of the slots in her door, she tried to detect any motion in the adjacent cells, but there was nothing but darkness to be seen within them. Suddenly, a semi-familiar face popped up before her door, "Looking for me, beautiful?" Tifa scowled and stepped back as Zack swiped his card key and allowed himself entry into her cell.
"What do you want?" she snapped, sitting back down on her cot and drawing her knees to her chest.
He grinned and straddled the chair opposite her, "Just to spend a little more time with you, now that you're a little more alert than last night. I admit, that was a pretty cheap trick, but it was sort of cute to see you groping about blindly there...kinky too, I might add."
She shot a glare at him, "If you're trying to make me feel better about getting captured, you can start by shutting up, pervert." He laughed and suddenly stood up, pushed Tifa back, and planted his arms on either side of her shoulders, pinning her to the wall.
"You need to realize that you're in no place to insult me. I have the power to let you out of here scot-free. Or, I have the power to keep you here for 5 years on the charge of attempted entry into restricted areas. The choice is yours; I'll be back later tonight with more information on what you need to do. Until then," he leaned in and kissed her softly, "something to think on." With that, Zack stood and swiped his card again, walking out without looking back as the door closed behind him.
Tifa sat, paralyzed with shock at what he just did. She snapped out of it and wiped her lips off with the back of her hand. What was that about? He was giving her a chance to get out, but what kind of terms was he going to give her? And what did she need to do to ensure her escape? That night would bring the answers, but now it had turned into a waiting game. As the minutes ticked by slowly, Tifa attempted to amuse herself with some basic exercises to uncramp her still aching muscles. This activity was short lived, however, as she could have sworn she could hear the security camera zooming in every time she bent over or did a sit-up. "This entire company is full of perverts..." she mumbled, jabbing at the air a few times to loosen her shoulders.
Night came, or what Tifa figured must have been night since the normal clamor outside had died down to a dull roar. She lay on her small cot staring up at the ceiling, arms stretched behind her head. What did Zack want from her? Another fight, perhaps...another chance to humiliate her at the expense of her comrades. She was certain that without her, they had been captured as well, and Zack was more than likely all too willing to connect her cooperation with their safety. Whatever he had in mind, she was determined to follow it or die trying, if only to save the others.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway outside her cell. Voices, one presumably from the night guard, the other unmistakably Zack's. She couldn't catch the details, but a sudden scuffle followed by the sound of a body dropping to the floor and the footsteps coming closer let Tifa know that Zack wasn't playing by ShinRa rules. She closed her eyes and waited as she heard the door to her cell slide open and allow him entrance. The familiar sound of the chair scraping across the floor was heard as Zack sat next to her. Eyes still shut, she spoke toward the ceiling, "So, tell me what I need to do to get me and my team 'out of here scot-free'." She mumbled, toying with his previous words.
Zack just sat there and chuckled a bit, folding his arms across his chest, "My, but you're the determined one...and pretty naive, too. You think the others got caught? No way, once they saw you went down, they got the hell out of there. You're the only one here, babe...which works out just fine in my book." He edged closer to her, causing Tifa to jolt up and face him.
"You're lying! They wouldn't leave me like this!"
Laughter again, "You're pretty trusting of them, huh? Well, suit yourself...right now I'm only offering you two choices. Save yourself, or sit here...either way, I'll get what I want."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Fine, tell me what you want and I'll consider it."
He grinned at her, "All I want is a night with you, baby, that's all. One night with you all to myself," he paused and looked around the room before turning his smirking face back toward her, "doesn't look like I'll have much of a problem getting that, now will I?"
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To be continued in Chapter 4 - A Not-so-modest Proposal
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Chapter 3 - Door Prize
When she came to, Tifa was greeted to a room of darkness. Whatever the SOLDIER had done left her sight impaired by what felt like a thick cloud of vapor. Upon checking herself, she found her hands to be bound tightly before her with thick metal cuffs. Her radio link to the others had been taken, along with her gloves and the potion she had hidden in her back pocket. Fumbling around, she could feel a mattress beneath her and a cold metal wall to her left. At least she wasn't in immediate danger, she thought, as she sighed and lay back down on what she imagined to be a prison cell cot. Time seemed to creep by in slow motion, but that didn't matter to her now since she had no clue how long she was knocked out or how long she had been in there. Finally, Tifa heard voices nearby as if coming through a door and she strained to her what was being said. She identified the voices as two males, the more distant one seeming slightly familiar to her as they got closer and closer to her room.
"This is her cell, no need to worry about safety, we've got her cuffed and unarmed," the unfamiliar voice said.
"I bet you guys didn't mind searching this one, huh?" the other voice chuckled as she heard the confirming beep of a card key reader near what Tifa imagined was the entrance to her cell.
The other man, most likely a guard, laughed along with him, "Believe me, we were VERY thorough with her!" Another perverse laugh, a heavy door being opened, footsteps, and the slamming of said door let Tifa know she was no longer the only person in the room.
"Well, guess you weren't as tough as you thought, right miss?" the voice chuckled.
"It's you, isn't it? The SOLDIER from the alley." Tifa questioned, finally identifying the voice.
"The name's Zack," he answered as she heard the scraping sound of a chair being dragged across the floor.
"What did you do to me, why can't I see? And where am I?"
"ShinRa Headquarters Containment Cell #46...and all I did was use a vial of Ink and bit of materia. The Silence has worn off, but it looks like the Darkness I inflicted with the Ink will take a bit longer," he commented, playfully waving his hand before her non-receptive eyes. She scowled at him, her ears picking up his movement before her face, and he grinned. "Hey, you're even cuter when you're mad!"
Tifa turned from the sound of his voice to what she figured was the wall, "I don't need your company, just leave." The chair scraped against the floor once again and the thud of Zack's boots was heard as they hit the ground.
"Well, if you're going to be unfriendly, than I will. That Ink should wear off before the morning, so sleep well, babe." He gave her now exposed backside an appreciative pat as he walked off, causing Tifa's face to flush in anger.
"You bastard!" she screamed after him, "You're just going to leave me here?!" The screaming bounced off the cell walls and down the hallways where it eventually faded as Zack walked on, an indignant smirk on his face as her curses died on his ears.
The next morning, Tifa awoke to full sight and a meager plate of prison rations next to her cot. Still weary from her battle the previous night, she ate quickly and then got to work examining her surroundings. A standard issue army cot, small metal table, and a metal chair were all the furniture provided to her. A toilet and sink stood in one corner and her only light came from a harsh fluorescent bulb overhead. The door was steel with a few slots cut into it for an observation window, an unnecessary feature given the security camera mounted in the upper corner of the room. Her only exit was about 6 inches thick of solid steel, nothing that could be undone by her efforts alone. Tifa sat back down on the cot and accepted her fate; ShinRa had succeeded in capturing and detaining her. The communication link to the rest of the team had been taken and they no doubt used it to locate and capture Barret and the others. She prayed that they had escaped somehow, but knowing them, they were too preoccupied with their respective duties to have seen more guards approaching. As she peered out of the slots in her door, she tried to detect any motion in the adjacent cells, but there was nothing but darkness to be seen within them. Suddenly, a semi-familiar face popped up before her door, "Looking for me, beautiful?" Tifa scowled and stepped back as Zack swiped his card key and allowed himself entry into her cell.
"What do you want?" she snapped, sitting back down on her cot and drawing her knees to her chest.
He grinned and straddled the chair opposite her, "Just to spend a little more time with you, now that you're a little more alert than last night. I admit, that was a pretty cheap trick, but it was sort of cute to see you groping about blindly there...kinky too, I might add."
She shot a glare at him, "If you're trying to make me feel better about getting captured, you can start by shutting up, pervert." He laughed and suddenly stood up, pushed Tifa back, and planted his arms on either side of her shoulders, pinning her to the wall.
"You need to realize that you're in no place to insult me. I have the power to let you out of here scot-free. Or, I have the power to keep you here for 5 years on the charge of attempted entry into restricted areas. The choice is yours; I'll be back later tonight with more information on what you need to do. Until then," he leaned in and kissed her softly, "something to think on." With that, Zack stood and swiped his card again, walking out without looking back as the door closed behind him.
Tifa sat, paralyzed with shock at what he just did. She snapped out of it and wiped her lips off with the back of her hand. What was that about? He was giving her a chance to get out, but what kind of terms was he going to give her? And what did she need to do to ensure her escape? That night would bring the answers, but now it had turned into a waiting game. As the minutes ticked by slowly, Tifa attempted to amuse herself with some basic exercises to uncramp her still aching muscles. This activity was short lived, however, as she could have sworn she could hear the security camera zooming in every time she bent over or did a sit-up. "This entire company is full of perverts..." she mumbled, jabbing at the air a few times to loosen her shoulders.
Night came, or what Tifa figured must have been night since the normal clamor outside had died down to a dull roar. She lay on her small cot staring up at the ceiling, arms stretched behind her head. What did Zack want from her? Another fight, perhaps...another chance to humiliate her at the expense of her comrades. She was certain that without her, they had been captured as well, and Zack was more than likely all too willing to connect her cooperation with their safety. Whatever he had in mind, she was determined to follow it or die trying, if only to save the others.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway outside her cell. Voices, one presumably from the night guard, the other unmistakably Zack's. She couldn't catch the details, but a sudden scuffle followed by the sound of a body dropping to the floor and the footsteps coming closer let Tifa know that Zack wasn't playing by ShinRa rules. She closed her eyes and waited as she heard the door to her cell slide open and allow him entrance. The familiar sound of the chair scraping across the floor was heard as Zack sat next to her. Eyes still shut, she spoke toward the ceiling, "So, tell me what I need to do to get me and my team 'out of here scot-free'." She mumbled, toying with his previous words.
Zack just sat there and chuckled a bit, folding his arms across his chest, "My, but you're the determined one...and pretty naive, too. You think the others got caught? No way, once they saw you went down, they got the hell out of there. You're the only one here, babe...which works out just fine in my book." He edged closer to her, causing Tifa to jolt up and face him.
"You're lying! They wouldn't leave me like this!"
Laughter again, "You're pretty trusting of them, huh? Well, suit yourself...right now I'm only offering you two choices. Save yourself, or sit here...either way, I'll get what I want."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "Fine, tell me what you want and I'll consider it."
He grinned at her, "All I want is a night with you, baby, that's all. One night with you all to myself," he paused and looked around the room before turning his smirking face back toward her, "doesn't look like I'll have much of a problem getting that, now will I?"
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To be continued in Chapter 4 - A Not-so-modest Proposal