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Most Unholy: Ow, that hurts! | A-Rank | 11 pts. | Taijutsu :
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It was dark and the wheels were spinning. Sounds of muffled cries softly whimpering from a dark enclosed space before the van pulled over.

The drivers door opens and shuts and paces could be heard making their way to the back of the vehicle.

The trunk opens revealing a girl curled up with her mouth gagged with a ball in her mouth and a cloth tied around her mouth. Her arms tied behind her back and her ankles as well yet she stayed in fetal position hitched against a wall of the trunk.
The passenger door would shut and someone could be heard stepping out. Hands would reach into the trunk pulling the woman out by her hair and an arm, then yanking her out and onto a shoulder to be carried away.

These arms were met with resistance as the girl kneed the set of arms in it's stomach. The figures reaction was to toss her and so he did. Tied up and bound Aya would land on her side and roll to a stop.

The man cleared his throat after a moment of being taken back by the breath taking blow. He could not help, but to be upset by her actions.

Laying on her side, Aya would raise her head looking up to the dark figure. Her eyes watering up as they glossed over in shimmering fear.

Looking up she knew she had made a mistake. She had not none this man for very long and he had mishandled up to this point. Aya was not sure if he had a personal agenda or if this was merely an objective.

She was curious as to what she had done to him or if he were merely just inconsiderate of his clients shipments. None the less, Aya had struck him out of hope that he would not handle her so roughly again. She was relying on him toning down the hostility now that she was tied up and captured. However, she could easily tell things were getting worse and to make things worse she couldn't even scream. Her gasps wheezed through her gag as her body tensed up on the ground where she was quickly swept up by the collar of her dress shirt. Buttons popping as her wrapped up wrists and ankles draped.

Eye contact was to be avoided, but Aya did so intuitively. Her body frozen as she debated fighting once more, but doing so only seemed foolish considering he had not even punished her yet.

Aya loved ravishment, feeling vulnerable, being dominated, but this was not the same. She did not feel the same balance of safety and danger that she would get from communication. It felt like before abuse; this man may have it in him to kill her and slowly at that. There was a very fine line between her pleasures and her worst Knightmares.

An over head strike with a closed palm caused her head to roll and she almost lost consciousness until the man toted her shirt with a little jingle and her head fell back. The passenger came around to the back, "She's giving you trouble?" A smile on his face as he mocked.

The dark figure paid the passenger no mind, his attention focused on Aya. His grip tightening as her shirt began to close in on her throat. Instinctively her body would fight as her head slowly reeled forth and her tied wrists rose to her upper back. Her frail body straining until her face was pink and tremors were observed, but just like that her body gave up. Her arms and head fell back with a sigh of frustration. Her head now reeling back as she wriggled her neck to loosen his grip, but that only made it tighter.

By her neck, she was slammed against the van with a might single hand toss. The van would lean to one side on two wheels before he closed the distance. Aya's body would bounce of the truck, but before she could hit the ground she was pinned up by the neck once more. Her forward motion halted forcing her head to sway forth with inertia. Hunched over and unresponsive her gag would begin to leak saliva; an indicator of her lack of consciousness.

The figure would toss her over his shoulder once more. "Close the truck joker" The passenger shook his head with a bit of laughter, his demeanor unmoved, "I see you are quite smooth with the ladies" The figure would head into a warehouse as the passenger followed.

Once in the warehouse Aya was laid out on a dusty floor that was typical of a warehouse. An enormous room with a helicopter stationed center and plenty of crates. Fork lifts made up a good amount of the warehouses content as well as large pipes and barrels.

The two men would stand side by side looking into the distance at an approaching mob. As the mob grew closer a face in center became apparent. It stood out, it must have been the client.

The mob parted allowing him to make his way up front. "Good evening gentlemen." The man had long grayish white hair and a dazzling red suit and cane. On one eye was a monocle and his hands held many rings. "Ah, is this the Knightmare?" He chuckled as he approached with his cane twirling like a propeller, its circle motion too fast to be comprehended before jamming it into the ground at her feet. "She looks more like sleeping beauty, HA!" He joked as his head cocked to aside momentarily with a shrug. "I know she's barely clothed, but why is she not stripped?"

With a spin he would swivel around to face the two men in a pop star fashion. The two men were not phased looking down to the man in the red suit. The driver spoke, "We don't do that..." Was all was said. The ring leader stared in silence and sighed dropping his shoulders and twirling back around to see Aya struggling back to consciousness. Her eyes once flinching now open as she laid on her back. Her wrists underneath her making her uncomfortable she would roll to her side.

Ring Leader [ looks down ]: "Ah, let's see if she takes orders better than you two" He would begin to pace around her before scooting his foot underneath her and kicking her over to her stomach. "uh!" Aya gasped flopping onto her stomach and tucking her head to find herself on the side of her face. A a charcoal colored smudge aligning down one side now. Her back covered in the dust and now her front would be as well.

A growl of frustration as she slid her knees underneath her and her a** in the air as she went to stand to her feet. Aya's back was met with the ring leader's foot in the center of her back. Initially it was only enough to keep her down and to firmly press her face into the ground. Gritting her teeth she kept herself from falling flat underneath him. The ring leader's arms crossed as his cane pressed up against his chest. "She is not trained at all, what is this?" The ring leader looked over to the two men.

The driver would respond, "Your problem." He was not going to entertain the man. They had been given a target and they succeeded is retrieving her. The ring leader would sigh letting his head drape and a flock off white would drape over hiding his face. "I guess I really do have to do everything myself." His foot would shift tipping her over onto her side once more.

Aya would wriggle to her stomach but would be flattened out once more with a foot to the back not allowing her to get up in the slightest. This placement much heavier than before serving as a sharp pain if resisted and of course Aya would resist until the initial sharp pain had her in tears. Her hands bound she was very limited in options."hey hey stop the crying..." His head would lower to the ground, his words whispering into her ear as his foot held her sturdy. Aya would wriggle and many could assume she was swearing through the blood curdling muffled screams. Her face red and her body torqued back and forth with violent rage before the man would remove his foot giving her relief. He would step back with a scoff, then let her up. At first Aya did not know what to think, but her rage died down immediately upon release, but her expression seemed confused and bewildered.

She had been taunted like an animal she didnt like it. She moved a little then looked to either sides of her while remaining still. Her legs would then slowly get underneath her and she would slowly stand on her weary feet stammering. Her hair foreshadowing her radiant face and bright features. Aya would face the man her eyes penetrating his and her diaphragm heaving. Soon the crowd would surround the two just in case Aya did not understand how the numbers game worked.

Looking around Aya could tell they were already going to hurt her. "MMMmm!" She semi-pleaded lunging forth without a step trying to negotiate. It was moment of of silence as she drooled over her gag. The men couldn't help, but laugh. Taken back she would look around, the situation seemed hopeless. Her self-esteem to a dip and it was evident in her apprehensive stance.

The first one would jump at her throwing a punch sending her spiraling in place with her hands behind her back. The cloth around her ankles limited her mobility causing her to flop over. "UMPH!" Aya hit the ground with a thud. The men laughed once more in uniform, but it was shortly lived.

"Alright strip her" The ring leader called out. It made Aya pause for a moment, but when she really thought about it there was nothing she could do about. Most could tell her spirit had resolved and her will had caved as she laid on the ground motionless with her eyes open. The man who had struck her was now standing over her. He would flip her onto her back with the tip of his shoe then with a single finger he broke every button down the center of her button up.

The naked feeling, but not completely. It was eye opening, but not in the traditional sense. This was more of the alarming urgency sense as if she had suddenly changed her mind all of a sudden. As if she had come to realization that made she was not as defeated as she thought or maybe she wanted to escape more now that the truth of the situation was uglier than imagined. Still nothing exactly had happened nor had anything revealed itself.

Eyes wide Aya arched her back and turned away as her shirt began to open up naturally. "MMMMmmmmmmmHHHhh!!!!!!" She cried wriggling violently before his legs pinched together at her sides and trapped her in place. She was angered and humiliated. What did it matter now? Her eyes searched the room with no particular focus, she was out of her element. Situation awareness had left her in this particular moment and she began to realize that.

She sighed limbering up and laying flat. She knew more would come as result of her relaxed state, but if she remained calm she could over come. The man would step on her head. Aya's eyes would open for a moment as she squinted up the man's leg, then closed her eyes once more. Her ability to persevere irritated the man further. Aya could feel it by how his leg lifted abruptly in relation to when she had toned down. Situation awareness boiled down to be acknowledging changes in relation to changes, the intelligence boiled down to what options are left. This is what made Aya such a good girl and such a violent criminal.

When the man's leg would come back down on her head with a mighty stomp Aya tucked her chin and rolled her head on the ground so the man's heel would skim her head and slide off rather than mash her head directly into the ground. Her forehead was still bleeding but the man himself knew he could get a better impact out of such a feat... he was slightly puzzled though he knew what was going on. "Stay still you little s**t..." He could not see the movement per say or else he would counter it, but he knew she was subtly dodging the abuse. "Ya know what, hmf" He smirked reaching down taking her by a handful of hair and toting her head up before jerking his fist to the back of her head. Aya turned her head to her soft spot that had blood trickling hitting the side of her face on the ground again, but avoid major damage like teeth loss or a broke mouth and jaw. She was concerned about her brow bone at this point and knew he would want to capitalize on this now that she had willingly shown him she was going to not let him do with her as he liked. Maybe he could outsmart her by changing what he wanted. His hand would release and he would stomp on the back of her head immediately. Aya felt the release of his hand, "He cant be that bitter can he?" She muttered turning her head casually to the other side for the foot to meet her head. She had it in her mind to switch sides, her brow bone was now tender to the touch and pooling blood.The blood in her eye stung, but she was wasted. Yes, she was alive and could tolerate the abuse, but she needed medical aid to keep going. He could never kill her as long as she had this edge on him and her technique was applied in good timing. It did not take much for Aya to survive anything, it was just in her nature to survive and she did it well, but not always by herself. However, she always lasted as long as she had to for any given situation on her own, it was just in her nature. However, she had gone through a lot worst than most due to surviving through the most. It was a gift and a curse, sometimes she wished she had the will to left go and just allow someone to kill her.

Most Holy: Saint | B-Rank | 7 pts. | Genjutsu
Backseat of a luxury sports car with a machine gun being prepared. Aya was holding the large gun with the barrel poking the roof of the vehicle. FIlling the other seats were other gangsters with masks covering the lower portions of their face. After Aya was done with her gun she slid her bandana up over the lower portion of her face and leaned out the window of the rolling car. She saw some pedestrians walking by enjoying their time with their kids. A heartless feeling glazed over her facial expression as her solemn attitude allowed her to spray the entire block catching the mother and child off guard. There were not many who could do such a thing without drugs in their system. However Aya came from a different bloodline and it took nothing or far less for someone who feels oppressed daily to be pushed too far. Did those people ask for this? Nope, but Aya could make it feel as if they were the cause of her problems. The gun would slide back in with the shooter. Aya would prop back into her seat and lower her mask. "I think that was the pussies mother and child. We'll go sit in the cut then circle the block again when s**t cools down." Aya's sharp eyes rolled to the front of the vehicle and stared at the driver through the rear view mirror. "Kay, let's get outta here before the cops come..."
The car would pull up to a garage moments later and the door would close behind them. A man in a red suit with a mob behind him would come out to greet them as all four doors of the car would open and the team would step out. The man in the red suit stopped at the hood of the car as the four walked down towards him. "Did you get the bastards mother and kid?" The man would ask with anticipation of good news. Aya winked to the man then dropped an empty cartridge from her gun. "Yeah, and he's next..." The garage door would open suddenly and everyone would turn towards it. Two bright beams of light would cause everyone to flinch and glare as the car drove down. The garage closed behind it and then a smile crept onto the suited man's face. The car that had pulled in would have all four doors lift from the sides like a spaceship and four women would climb out. The driver would pace towards the larger group removing her helmet. "Yeah, she hit the mark, but what about the target?" The woman confirmed. The suited man was happy his stalker was very reliable, it reflected on his smug grin. Then he went to speak while tugging on his suit's overalls straps with his chest out. "Thank you Seleena, you have done your part." The woman would walk up closer, "But Giovan...." The sound of an open palm meeting with a solid lick to the face and ball of plastic hitting the ground echoed the room. Seleena's face met with the bosses open backhand turning her head to a side and her helmet would bounce out of her hands. Somewhat stunned, Seleena would stammer back a step before shaking off the blow and picking up her helmet. Her face blushing at this point as she tucked her helmet under her arm and kept her head lowered. "Take your team...." The boss started as he lifted her chin. "Take your team to the next phase and stop impeding on my plans." Seleena sniffled before putting her helmet on and hopping in the car with the team. The car would back out of the garage and the focus of the boss would shift back to Aya who looked strikingly similar to Seleena.

Most Holy: Virgin::: [ B-Rank ]
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Thrown in a room her arms sprawling out for control before hitting the ground squealing before she rolled across the small room and slammed against the wall. The entrance door she had been flung through would close not too long after she had been tossed in. A figured preceded the closing of the door and cleared the distance effortlessly. Aya coiled up screaming as arm swiped her side ways across the wall digging out the sheet rock along it's path. Aya went into the air and her body began to decompress as a yelp escaped and she went into a cartwheeling motion until she slammed into the oncoming wall. Her body slapped against the walls surface and her upper body broke through the wall leaving her legs dangling. There was considerable space between the side she had broken through and the other side of the wall, so Aya did not pop out the other side. Instead she was looking down the dark spacing of the building foundation. It was an industrial type of building, that was semi built, and still in construction. There was even some rooms without walls built as well with blue covers draping in the wind. It left the building chilly, goosebumps ran down Aya's exposed legs, the arm would reach grasping her by the garter belt, and reeling her rear end out of the busted opening... her whimpering shortly lived as the arm suspended her about 6 feet in the air and it's grasp would immediately gather her outfit in from the material gathering in it's tight clinch. The fabrics drawing her structure into a tight arc, her muscles instantly going to counteract, but this was early in her career so body began to arch. Her struggle cringe-worthy as fabric began to shred,bones crackled, and muscles began to engage as she groaned opposing the grip. Soon her strength would slowly cave in and her power began to dwindle, it could be witnessed through the nervous shifting in her eyes as her body began panicking. Her legs and hands taking butterfly strokes slowly like a lost turtle. Then suddenly her strength gave out entirely throwing Aya into an arched position and her kicked transitioned to violent strokes as her arms reached out in any direction in a vigorous manner. No sounds escaped her lips but a faint squeamish high note that lasted only as long as the gasp that co-existed. Upon settling fully into the grasps compression Aya's eyes would water before the silence would be broken with a drawn out cry as her face turned red from pain and humiliation. A gentle laughter silenced her as the frame widened a bit to travel down the length of the arm yielding her ability to escape and would end on a face. It was concealed with a ninja mask with overly spiked hair and white eyes. His laughter cut short before the door would swing open and Fatality would reappear before his face with a swift swing of a leg up his face breaking his grip. Fatality would then flutter to the ground landing with a bit of cushion. When looked over her shoulders Aya would be crawling under a beam with a wedgie swaying behind and waterfall effect tears trailing behind.

Most Unholy: Circumstances | A-Rank | 11 pts. | Genjutsu
Most Holy: It can't be translated | E-Rank | 1 pt. | Genjutsu
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"Hey back off" Fatality barked and was immediately face palmed and pushed aside as the massive figure dashed for the beam seeing Aya pulling her wedgie out from underneath. Turning her back around her eyes immediately caught sight of the tank heading her way. Her eyes widened innocently whilst shimmering in vulnerability before the pile of steel beams would be a toss up in the air and she would go flailing, "aaaAAah!" Fatality who was once flailing watched as the brute had completely transcended the steel beams. She was sure Aya had been killed judging by the unbelievable display of force. Her heart sunk watching Aya landing but only to be immediately grasped by her garter once more by an unforgiving grip, "Ah!" Her body draped instantly from the initial tote from being hoisted into the air. Her fingers forcibly clasped around a strap positioned in front of garter harness, it was waist height and instinctual reaction to oppose the squeeze on her abdominal section. Slowly air would escape with no way to enter leaving the girl strung out for air as she now only clasped her belt because her balled up fists were now fastened in the waist of her garter harness. Her body unable to gather strength without respiration she began to wilt as her garter twirled turning her around slowly. A slow painful twirl as her eyes set dead lock on the man's eyes. His bared intimidation tactics and apathy while her tail stayed tucked between her legs and ensnared by her outfit. Despite the gross display Aya had only one reaction and it was to let her tears well up as her face gestured soft sorrows. This was the reaction of someone rendered helpless and forced into submission. Even the simplest forms of life had this mechanism that appeared when life or death was no longer within the organisms control. This is where survival was all that mattered and Aya's gaze would aim to create some kind of dampening effect on the brutality she was facing. Her lips parting and closing gently while failing to release air as if mouthing 'please'; clearly some form of begging was occurring. Fatality was shocked to find Aya was still alive, her face would light up nearly going to celebrate. "uh-u-u-hhh..." Aya began fading between consciousness and unconsciousness. Fatality would settle down rapidly no longer distracted by Aya's survival and now focusing on saving her. Before Fatality would move, the man struck her a hard cold look loosening his grip on the garter. A sudden outburst as Aya took in as much air as possible out of desperate need. Her hands were let free leaving her dangling from her garter completely draping as opposed to constricted. Fatality hesitated considering the fragile state Aya was in. The man lowered his face to Aya's then nuzzled her head aside to place his lips against her ear pressuring her face away. His lips gliding back and forth against her ear as he whispered in her ear. "SAY IT!!!!" Echoed from the man as he wrenched Aya's hair back with his free hand, "FAY-TAAAAL!!!" Aya cried out, the man's hand slid under Aya's jaw and held her up. Fatality was still hesitant though she almost felt like a coward for not acting, but something wasn't right. "Don't! ..." Panting held to short tight contractions due to her limbs being drawn behind her garter straps like strings to a puppet. "He won't kill me..." Aya's body trying to take slower breaths but the grip tightened, she just wanted to manage to gather air. "Finish..." He demanded in as calm as a tone as he would get. "eh-eh-I c-can't!" Her pitch peaking, "Y-y-y-y-yourrr k-k-killing" Her head body starting to convulse as her eyes slowly began to roll back. "Uh uh now..." A dark smile crept across his face, "no excuses...." He spoke with a cold apathetic tone before a prominent pop could be heard in Aya's right shoulder, "AAAAaaaAAAaaahhhHHHH!!!!!! Aya cried out with a burst of tears fluttering to then transition into shuddering fear. A sign that satisfaction was achieved was expressed in the man's overall demeanor at this point. Aya's extremities were reeled back but not as taut, he could feel her will had caved, and that she would comply.Whimpering Aya spoke, "Fatality please, just stay back please..." Pain was coursing through her body and radiating from her shoulder. "Please, anymore and I think I'm going to be lynched to death. Just-" Aya's head was allowed to hang forth as the man slipped his pointer finger out the loop of her straps to relieve some stress. Fatality was listening, she stood down, but she hated herself for it; her head would bow in shame. "Good girl" The masked ninja would chuckle his eyes squinting as he stroked Aya's hair with one hand and suspended her horizontally so her frontal plane was facing parallel with the ground. Looking at Aya's state it seemed it was all over and Fatality had seen Aya had given up a long time ago. Aya made that obvious to everyone in the room.




E-Rank [ 2 ] Most Holy: Blackhole ::: | Most Holy: Thief In The Knight | 148/140 words

Sitting in the back seat of a Mercedes, Onyx held a gun looking down at the carpeting between her legs ( no puns intended ). Her hands were filled with gun powder as a circular pad of virtual energy formed and hovered above her palm over her gun. The circular disc of light had alien language written all over it and seemed to expand Onyx's senses quite a bit. Onyx would turn her hand over and the circular pad would stay still. She placed her hand near the ring of energy then through it. Her hand tingled a bit due to her sensory ties with the object, but others would not be able to get a sensation from this technique. Onyx would lower her gun beneath her feet although it was loaded. She would then raise her hand leaving her palm face down to escalate the circular pad of energy.

C-Rank [ 4 ] Most Holy: Thief In The Knight | 000/280 words