What You Treasure

Community: 30_Tears

Theme: #9. a kick in the teeth

Warning: This chapter does contain some NC sex, please be aware.


Chapter Five

Sephiroth smirked seeing the fear echoing in those chocolate orbs. She was wise to fear him, he had plans for her. He’d killed that Cetra the boy was in love with but he’d still managed to find the strength needed to stop his plans. Something more was needed in order to destroy his mind. This girl would be the key to bringing him down for good. Just harming her wouldn’t do, not to crush him. Killing her would just make the man more determined to defeat him. He wanted the anguish to be life changing. To tear at the man’s very soul.


His eyes roamed over the semi-covered form. She’d grabbed the sheet from the bed in an attempt to hide her nudity. What was she trying to hide? He’d seen it all as he’d carried her here and after. He’d gotten the time to take in all her attributes. The girl had a remarkable body, one he’d delight in taking. The first one would leave no doubt as to what was occurring, let the puppet know he’d just defiled the woman. It’d been too long since he’d taken the time to indulge in such pleasures of the flesh.


Tifa shifted as stood up and place the device down. Fear made her want to run but she knew he’d be expecting it. If she didn’t manage to escape then he’d injure her worse. She couldn’t even attempt at escaping. She knew she wouldn’t go through with it, not knowing what he’d do if she did. It would be a waste of time to make the play for freedom when she wouldn’t allow herself the option. Trying to flee would cause him to become angry and why put herself through the unnecessary injuries for something she wouldn’t give in to? Her only option was to try to endure what he had planned until Cloud arrived.


Her eyes widened as he went for the pants. Did he mean to do that? No, he wasn’t interesting in things like sex. Doubt filled her as he yanked the black material down. His manhood was more than denying her mental claim. It was standing up, thick and long. Blood rushed to her face knowing she was staring. The thighs were also thickly corded muscle, not unexpected of someone like him. The man had been a legend for a good reason. Still, despite how nice his body was he was her enemy. “Don’t touch me!”


It was perfect he decided. She was giving him exactly what he wanted. The recording device would be picking up on every sound she made even her denial of what was about to happen. As much as he wanted Cloud to hear the bitch moan in pleasure from his touch, this time would be special. If he guessed right then she was probably a virgin. She didn’t seem the type to whore herself around. He’d make her scream as he defiled her pure body. Let Cloud know he was the first man to claim her.


Tifa screamed as he reached for her. Escape might not be an option but she wasn’t going to lay down like a tramp. She wanted her first time to be with someone special, not with a man that would find pleasure in causing her pain. She punched him in the gut and he groaned. Her triumph was short lived as he backhanded her across the cheek. The left side flamed from the hit but she ignored the pain. Hands shoved her back with enough force to make the springs creak.


He delivered another slap across her delicate face. She cried in outrage and slugged him in return. The bitch wasn’t going to make it easy on him. Just as well he’d prefer it if she fought. Let the man know how she’d fought in vain, unable to stop the outcome. His grunt of discomfort was heard as a knee pegged him in the thigh. Another two inches and he’d been in immense pain. Seeing that she’d failed she was trying again. She was trying to maim his member. Swearing, he punched her in the jaw.


Tifa gasped as the blow made stars appear. Her damn aim had been off, how the hell could she miss something that big? The man had awesome reflexes, she was in trouble. The feeling of her legs being shoved apart was felt. Panic filled her entire being knowing he was settling between them. A hand roughly cupped her left breast. His head lowered capturing the tiny bud between his teeth. Instead of biting as she began to fear. A hot tongue rushed forward to wet the peak. It sent a shiver down her stomach and she screamed. “Stop, get off me.”


Fists beat at his shoulders and he shifted to lean to the side. His hands went to the bag upon the floor. As much as he wanted to hear her scream from the pain, he wasn’t going to injure her seriously. To do so would never get the revenge he wanted. This time would be painful regardless because of her state. If he were to brutally rape her then no amount of seduction would help in the near future. Her physical state of mind wouldn’t allow her to enjoy his touch. That was a problem he wished to avoid. The next message would be one of the girl’s betrayal. For now he’d make her scream but would bypass damaging her seriously.


Tifa kept hitting him as he pulled something out of the bag. Some type of tube was placed in his hand. She blushed as he applied some on his fingers. She swore as he applied it to his shaft, the moisture coating the length. Unsure of what he was doing, she tried to get from under him. Disbelief and mortification washed over her as the tip was placed at her secret entrance. This couldn’t be happening to her. She wasn’t about to lose her virginity to a man she despised. With a quick thrust of his hips, her world began to spin.


The piercing cry of pain filled the small cabin. His ears stung as it continued. As he pulled back out it turned into a hoarse whimper. The girl had indeed been a virgin. He felt elated feeling the membrane break for him. The lubrication had helped the entry and would stop any permanent damage from being done. Not wanting to give her time to adjust. His hips flexed to push the thickness deeper inside the tight passage. The muscles stretched and gave way without choice.


Tifa couldn’t stop the harsh cries as he began rocking over her. Her fist had come to rest upon his shoulder, the fight drained from her. All she could do was try to endure the pain. The initial thrust had been the worst. She’d felt like he’d just stabbed her. Her voice rang in her own ears as she grunted in pain. Even with what he’d put upon himself, her walls were protesting to the invasion. Breathing became hard as she whimpered in pain. Each thrust causing burning friction.


His member twitched in pleasure as he moved over her still form. His eyes closed, allowing himself to get lost in the sensation. So long, he’d denied himself this small pleasure. The feel of a woman under him, the thrill of taking the weaker sex. Knowing the device was taping every sound he didn’t bother holding his own sounds. The girl was tight and hot wrapped his cock. Small moans passed his tight lips. With a final thrust he emptied himself, moaning loudly into her ear.


Tifa gasped as he collapsed on her suddenly. The member throbbed inside her abused passage but remained still. Was it over? The fire was down to a slight sting now as he shifted his weight. A hand reached out for the recorder and hit the switch. Shame escalated in her soul as he remained on her chest. He was heavy but not crushing. Her limbs felt like rubber as she stared up into the wooden ceiling. Looking over she saw the tube of lubrication laying on the bed. Questions flooded her mind. Why had he used it? It would have been painful for her if he had taken her completely unprepared. She couldn’t imagine him being considerate, so there was another reason.


He pulled himself off the warm body. As much as he wanted to stay and take another sample of what she had to offer, he had something to deliver. The girl rolled over and gave him her back. His pants were quickly pulled on along with a clean shirt. As his boots were being placed upon his feet he spoke in a tone that left no argument. “There is a washroom, you may use it. Feel free to eat from the supplies that I’ve brought. I will say this once, remember my warning. I’d hate for someone innocent to feel my displeasure if you are gone upon my return.”



Cloud didn’t want to listen to the disk that had just been left. They’d been searching Section Two for one of the clones that had been spotted. As much as he wanted to save Tifa, he had to help the innocent people here. Besides he had no idea on where to look for the girl. He was in turmoil over what to do first. If he searched for his friend first then many could die. Yet, he was sure Sephiroth wouldn’t kill Tifa right away. But some things were worse than death.


A small child had come running up to him a few minutes ago. She was all smiles saying a pretty man had paid her to deliver the small package. As he took it, his instincts told him who it was from. Blue eyes studied the round disk. He’d have to fetch a player but that was easy. What would it contain? Would the man make his demands? Needing to know alone, he went in search of what he needed.


Ten minutes later he was at a local shop. There wasn’t much in the run down place but he’d managed to buy what was needed. The old woman thanked him as he put the disk in. The headset was placed before he hit the button. He prayed that it was the man telling him why he’d taken the girl. Don’t let it be her dying or hurt. Taking a deep breath his heart stopped as the static began.


Tifa’s voice made him cringe, the yells making his fears known. He felt as if he were listening to someone’s nightmare as her scream pierced his heart. There was no mistaking what was taking place. The noises coming from the sadistic bastard were enough. He’d just taken something precious from the girl. It let him know she was alive but was it better this way? Was she strong enough to live with the results? Would she be able to live happily after experiencing such a degrading act at the hands of the monster?


He cut the player off before it finished. He couldn’t listen to any more. Tifa was alive for now, he’d focus on that. In the end Sephiroth would pay for what he’d just done. If she was alive then there was also a chance the woman could escape. The man had to have left her alone to deliver this, it meant a small opportunity had opened up for the girl. The girl had lived through much worse, she’d make it. He had to believe that or he’d break.


“Cloud!” His head jerked up hearing the ninja’s cry. Out the corner of his eye, black flashed briefly. A shriek filled the air as a man was mauled. His feet moved, taking him to the prey. Yuffie got there first, weapon being released. As he came to a stop he got a good look at the thing. It looked like Sephiroth if the man would have shrunken with old age and frailty. The back was hunched over near the shoulders, the skin sagged along the cheekbones, the hair was missing in patches and it’s teeth were chipped. It fell nothing short of disgusting and horrid. This had to be Shinra’s first attempt at making a perfect copy. No wonder Rufus had been upset, it fell extremely wide of the real thing.


“That’s disgusting,” Yuffie cringed as it turned from them to go for the man it had just killed. A pale hand dug into the open abdomen to pull out slick intestines. Her stomach turned in revulsion. The man had said they felt the need to kill and feed. She’d assumed he’d meant stopping for a sandwich or something. Slurping noises were made as it began to suck on the organs.


Cloud had seen enough already. It was a freak of nature, a monster that had no real soul. As it turned it’s attention to the meal, he struck. The large sword impacted across the chest. He swore as it cut only an inch into the torso. The creature howled in fury at the attack and swiped out with thick nails. Jumping back was the only option he had. “Shit, this isn’t going to be easy.”


“Keep it distracted, I’ve got a plan.” Yuffie yelled towards the blonde. Shinra was lying again, go figure. That thing was more than tough. Cloud’s strike should have sliced it in two. The outside was almost impregnable, so another plan was needed. The company must have messed with the DNA to improvise it to their wishes. When the beast ran towards the ex-soldier she ran to the corpse. The man’s face was contorted in a permanent shriek of horror. She was going to be ill but there was only a few minutes to spare. She doubted that thing would like her messing with his dinner. Her mind tried to focus on something large enough to hold the thing. The man was rather large in the mid-section. Groaning she plunged her hands into the opened wound. Bile rose in her mouth as she felt around. Finally her fingers latched onto the stomach.


Cloud frowned, uneasiness settling over him as the girl’s face turned a pale white. The sword scratched the thing across the torso, leaving a fresh cut. It was no more than a scratch and the first wound had already healed. He hoped the girl had a good idea or they’d be here awhile before they were able to hack through this thing. Trying to burn it might work but a risk. If his body healed the same then it could run off and turn the town into a giant campfire. “Hurry.”


“I’m working on it dammit.” Yuffie had the stomach in her hand, a fresh hole made by her own dagger. Taking a deep breath, she inserted the grenade. She kept her finger on the lever as the creature turned to her suddenly. They only had a thirty seconds before the thing went off. A rather large mouth opened to scream at her. The voice came out shrill and angry. “Catch.”


The trigger came loose and the organ landed at the things feet. Teeth mashed together as it leaned over to retrieve the bloody mess. Seconds passed as it sniffed the tissue before placing it into the stretched oral cavity. Cloud relaxed as most of the organ was in the head. The ninja jumped into the air and hollered, as she counted down.


“Three, two, one and BOOM!” Yuffie shrieked as the grenade went off. The top of the head was torn off in over a dozen sections. Being as it had been looking in her direction, half of the remains slapped her across the upper body. Blood began to shoot out of the exposed neck as it slumped to the ground near her feet. She swore as the red liquid sprinkled her clothes and face. It reeked as she backed up towards Cloud. “Gross, it stinks.”


“Of course,” Cloud walked over to the corpse to make sure it was dead. A puddle was forming at the fallen neck but the creature was unmoving. One down, four to go. He wasn’t sure how they were going to pull it off if this one was this tough. The experiments had turned out better as they went up. This one hadn’t the instinct or knowledge to travel far. The others would be more difficult to find and track down.


“Holy fuck, you did it.” Cid came walking from behind the nearest building with Vincent in tow. Neither looked happy as they took in the sight on the ground. So, they’d come too late to join in the fun. Spitting next to the thing he laughed and ruffled the ninja’s hair, “Well, that’s one way to take care of it Brat.”


“Shinra’s attempt at playing God will cause a lot of trouble. We need to find the others before any more deaths occur. This should have been the easy one to kill. I see the girl had to improvise,” Vincent’s eyes swept back over to the scowling girl. She had her arms crossed and looked pissed. A smile threatened as she stomped her foot at the older man. Instead his face remained stoic as he pushed the corpse with a foot. The skin almost felt like rawhide, thick and kneaded. Shinra hadn’t been trying to make exact replicas but something better. The fools, when would they learn? Turning around he stopped beside the huffing ninja and looked her over, “You stink.”


“HEY! You listen here you pale excuse for a man. If you’d been here I wouldn’t have had to improvise. Next time you and Cid don’t take a detour in the Shady Inn and I wouldn’t have to do all the work. At least I don’t reek of mildew and stale dirt.” The man was asking for it, big time. What the hell was his problem? Of course she stunk she was wearing the thing’s fluids.


“Hn, I’ll be heading back to the Airship. The rest have already left Midgar.” Vincent left them standing there, Cloud looking depressed, the ninja swearing and Cid’s laughter echoing around them. This wasn’t the time for laughter or insults. Their leader and friend was barely hanging on emotionally with Tifa captured. Even though he knew the two weren’t lovers, that didn’t mean anything. Sometimes even without that physical aspect being in the relationship, emotions could run deeper. Tifa was the one person Cloud cherished out of their little group. He could understand the man’s pain and sorrow. He’d feel the same if she were.... No, it was best not to think about it. He’d lost Lucrecia because of Shinra and things beyond his control. Nothing would happen to the other girl that he’d come to care about.



Tifa shivered as the warm water ran down her abused body. She still carried bruises and aches from his initial attack. As her hand slid down the smooth plane of her stomach she almost cringed. The soreness between her legs was still there. Only a small amount of blood had been present. It was from when he’d taken her innocence. Her mind couldn’t understand why he’d spared her the full rape. Without using anything he would have surely torn her on the inside, especially with his size. What did he want from her? He’d taken the recording of them, to deliver it to Cloud? Was his purpose really to torment his enemy?


There wasn’t much she could do to stop him either. If she escaped then someone innocent would get pulled into his plans. The thought of anyone else having to endure this made her want to cry. Yet could she remain and allow him to harm her? She could fight but it would gain nothing in the end, she couldn’t defeat him alone. Only Cloud was strong enough to do so. Fighting would give him what he wanted, her screams of terror and pain. He wanted her to fight knowing she wouldn’t be free until he chose it. She needed to survive until Cloud came for her. Pride would get her nothing but pain and suffering. ‘Everyday he fails, she suffers.’ That’s what the man had said to Yuffie. Well, she had two choices; she could be a victim or a volunteer. She wouldn’t give him what he sought so easily, she’d be a volunteer.


Let him hit her, she’d take it. Let him rape her, she’d allow it. The man would find pleasure in her trying to stop both. She’d fight back in another way, denying him what he wanted, her resistance. If anything she could close her eyes and imagine it was someone else. What was important is that she survived to be free again. That was her goal.


Running hands through what was left of her hair she felt anger. The length went no further than her shoulders. The man had butchered it without mercy. Maybe she should return the favor one day since his hair fell to his ass. After it was washed, she turned her attention to her body. Lathering the soap, she didn’t hear the door opening. It wasn’t until she felt the sensation of being watched did she turn towards the door. Emerald eyes stared her down, “Sephiroth.”

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