Half Empty

Riza opened her eyes to the ceiling of a small, dimly lit room. There was an aching pain in her side
and a sick feeling in her stomach that she couldn’t explain. She felt extremely disgusted about
something. What had happened to her?

“I was hoping to see a nice explosion,” a low, taunting voice said. She tried to move her hands and found that she couldn’t. “but after seeing you like that I just couldn’t bring myself to blow you up right away.”

What’s wrong with my body? She wondered. Why can’t I move?

“Don’t try to move. It’s pointless.” A shadowed figure appeared above her. He had a familiar shape with long hair tied back in a ponytail. In his hand he held an empty syringe, which, Riza guessed, was the reason her muscles were unresponsive. Where had she seen him before? In a file somewhere? “Don’t you recognize me, Hawkeye? I’m sure you’ve seen my file…Does the name Kimbley ring a bell for you?” Her eyes widened and he smirked. “Thought so. Don’t worry. This stuff will be wearing off soon. I want you to be able to fight back, bitch.”

He picked up his right foot and set it down on the other side of her so that he was straddling directly above her. “I bet you’re wondering a lot of things right now…like how you got here, why you’re here and what you’ve got to do with me. Let me answer a few of those questions for you, Miss Hawkeye.” He spoke the last line almost as an insult as he sat himself down on top of her. “Let me start off by saying how much I hate Mustang. He thinks he’s so high and mighty…I hated him from the start really.” His fingers brushed against her cheek.

She wanted more than anything to jerk her head away and kick him off of her but she still could summon no movement from her body. “He’s the kind of guy who thinks things like honor and valor make a man, am I right? Mustang is an idealistic idiot…” She felt a tingling in her fingers and her toes. Whatever he had injected her with was beginning to wear off. “But you know as well as I do that ideas don’t make a man a man. Beautiful women do.” His fingers trailed southward to the buttons on the shirt she normally wore underneath her uniform. “Mustang can have all the honor and valor in the world but that won’t mean a damn thing if he’s all alone in the world.” She felt her heart beating faster and faster in her chest as the smirking Kimbley started unbuttoning her blouse. “I’ve heard you’re very close to him…You’d do pretty much anything for him, wouldn’t you? Now that he’s lost his best friend, you’re probably the only person he feels like he can trust. So, I thought I’d kidnap you and see just how strong a bond there is between the two of you. I was just going to blow you to bits but isn’t it funny how a beautiful woman like yourself can make someone like me think of a much better idea.” He lowered his face next to hers, resting his lips right next to her ear. “I’m going to take you for myself over and over again until he shows up to save you. Then, when he’s watching, I’ll blow you to bits.”

She suddenly jerked her hand up and wrapped it around his windpipe with a crushing grip. Kimbley, surprised, grabbed her wrist and barely managed to pull himself free. “Quite a grip you got there…” He said stumbling to his feet and backwards. “I see you’re able to move again.” Hawkeye pulled herself to her feet, her head spinning. She took a step backwards. He smirked again and reached one hand out, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her forward, against him. He pressed his hot, desiring lips against hers and she did the best she could to command her body to fight back and get away from him but there was little response. She hadn’t regained complete control yet. He forced her to the cold, concrete floor as she threw a few punches toward him. He dodged them with ease and pinned her wrists to the floor above her head. “That’s it…Fight me with all you’ve got.” He teased but she could barely move against him. He was stronger than she had expected. In one swift movement, he moved her legs apart, brought her wrists together and held them down with one hand. With the other, he quickly drew a transmutation circle and placed his palm on it. The concrete of the floor lifted over ankles, forming instant shackles. His hand left the circle and immediately went to work unzipping and pulling down her pants and underwear and then his own. She closed her eyes tight and turned her head away. “Stop it!” she said. “Don’t…” But her protests went unheeded as she suddenly felt him inside of her. Unintentional tears welled up in her eyes as she did everything she could to shut out what was going on but he wouldn’t let her. “Come on…” he said grabbing her hair and pulling tight. “Call for him…Call out to Roy Mustang…He’ll save you, right?”

“I won’t…”

His hands left her hair and he started to move into her faster, harder. “Say it…” He demanded but she was silent. “Say it!” He drew his fist back and landed a punch against her face. “Or I’ll kill you here and now, bitch!”

You don’t deserve to be called his name. She thought and bit her lip until she bled. “Damn you…” was all that she could mutter.