The Dragon & The Kitsune.

Chapter 58 - Rhyki.

Rhyki blearily opened her eyes as she heard the door open, slamming carelessly against the wall. Shit, were the bastards back to hit her some more? It was bad enough they had put an illegal shock collar around her throat. Quirk cancelling cuffs lay on her wrists. Those hurt like a bitch and due to the chemicals inside, even made Pyro sleepy, which she did not like. She was also getting colder by the second, due to laying on a metal table and only in her underwear. The perverts had taken great delight in staring at her body once she'd been tied down.

She glanced at her dad, from where her head was turned to the side. He was still unconscious, having been wheeled out of the room and beaten for information, which obviously he hadn't given. He had blood scattered down the side of his face from being smacked in the side of the scalp with something. She hoped it left no permanent damage to him. Her gaze shifted to the door, and they went wide a little at seeing who was standing in the doorway. The ringleaders' right-hand man had appeared, smirking at them. Oh, how she wanted to beat his face in.

"Your turn bitch." He came over and wheeled her out, as she couldn't exactly move. Fucker. She was taken into a room, where another guy was waiting with a neutral face. Working as a team, they strung her up in chains, leaving her spread eagled. At least one good thing came from this, they left her mask on. Downside, the pain in her body was horrendous, more so because the bastards had broken her thigh using a sledgehammer when she refused to say anything about their shipment of drugs she'd taken out. As if she'd tell them that it was currently sitting at the bottom of the river nearby. It was no doubt already swept away fully by the current now.

Even if they tried to break her, it would take a lot. Hell, Izuku hit harder during their training when it was no holds barred. Well, before the whole coma thing and he shot up and now towered over them all. Giant bastard. Despite having to put most of her weight on her left leg as much as possible, she refused to give in.
"Now, are you going to tell us where that shipment has gone to?" The other guy questioned, picking up some brass knuckles and putting them on. She remained silent.
"Tell us bitch." Righthander snarled. Again, she didn't say a word and just stared at them. Why would she? It was fucking drugs and there was no way in hell she was letting something like that go around the country and hurt countless people.

Although, while she was in fact getting rid of it, as the idiots had left it outside on a pallet, so it was really their own fault for leaving it alone, she'd seen that it had each individual packets price worth written on top, so had added it up. The result had been a staggering two and a half million! Of course, she wasn't stupid and took photographic evidence and sent it all to the secure network over at TG to access later before removing all the evidence from her phone in case someone got a hold of it.
"Talk bitch." Righthander slammed his fist into her gut, clearly annoyed that she said nothing.

It was a little bit more worse considering she was, unfortunately, in her underwear only. They had stripped her to make sure she had no wires or anything. She already had a fair few bruises, and dried blood on her because as you know, Rhyki is highly stubborn and refuses to give them what they want. Seriously, why would she? She's a hero, not some petty thief who will break easily. The other left, handing over the dusters. Shit.
"See if that will help Butcher." Ah, so his nickname's Butcher. Good to know. She'll be able to find everything out about him eventually and stored that name away. Then it was just them two.

Rhyki watched as he slid the busters onto his knuckles and faced her with a sickening grin.
"Tell me what you did with those packages?" Butcher sneered.
"No." Was all she replied, which turned out to be the wrong answer. Butcher smashed his fist into her ribs, unfortunately, it was the one that was wrapped in the busters. She grunted at the impact, barely keeping the scream in as he hit her ribcage. Fucking shit on a stick that hurt like a bitch. Her eyes narrowed and refused to give the bastard the satisfaction of hearing anything from her. She managed to get one arm free, and somehow pulled forth her claws and dragged them down the bastards arm, ripping the flesh like a hot knife through butter. That felt so satisfying.
"Ah, you fucking whore! Until next time when you wake up for more special treatment, night bitch." He slammed his fist, now free of the duster, into her face, knocking her out in a single blow. Bastard.