Damged but not Broken (Closed, Vel and I, Rated M)

Raicheal hugged her knees as she sat in the small waiting room next to the school therapist's office. She was nervous about meeting this person. The nurse who brought her here said that they would want to talk about what she went through while in ownership of the Bedlam Blood Brothers but she didn't want to. Raicheal hugged her knees tighter as she thought about everything she did during that time. She knew that if anyone found out about the things she had done, they would see her for the disgusting person that she was. Raicheal leaned her head into her knees in an effort to hide her face as tears started to form in her eyes. She nuzzled her face into the soft material of the grey sweatpants she was wearing, noting how strangely good they felt on her skin. She looked down at them and the black "I (a little picture of a skull mask) Death City" t-shirt she was wearing. They were a gift from the nurses at the Infirmary who wanted her to have something comfortable to wear while she was there for two weeks. Raicheal didn't want the gift because she didn't think she was worth it but the nurses insisted she take it since all she had to wear was the bedcover she had wrapped around herself. She was kinda glad that she did accept the gift, they felt so soft, so warm, so safe. She never knew clothes could feel this safe. When she was younger clothes were just something you put on to cover yourself. For the past five years, clothes were just something put on you so they could be taken off by someone else but right now these clothes made her feel safe. Raicheal continue to sit there, hugging her legs and waiting for the therapist to come and get her.

OCC: I am going on the assumption that she doesn't know that Sophia is the therapist and also that Raicheal would use her first name because I believe that Sophia would have used it to calm her down when they first met. Can change either if needed.

Also, some info for Sophia in the form of two files.

File 1: Overall report of the mission.

Target was a kishin by the name of "Mad" Frankie and his gang called the Bedlam Blood Brothers. They are reported to have committed numerous crimes including Drug trafficking, Human trafficking, Arms trafficking, Kidnapping, Murder, Running a prostitution ring, and creating and distributing child pornography. All targets were neutralized during the raid.

Once all targets were neutralized, the building was searched and large amounts of drugs and weapons were found along with thousands of pornographic images of various young girls.

Many of the girls featured in these images were found imprisoned inside the building. According to several Meisters, all the girls found were shown to be in varying stages of soul fracturing with the most severe cases resulting in the subject's soul becoming completely shattered. Out of all of these severe cases, two outcomes seemed to be the most prevalent, either complete loss of free will resulting in the subject becoming completely obedient to someone else or a complete loss of the subjects will to live resulting in a deep depression and most likely suicide. One girl displayed weapon abilities and was escorted back to the DWMA by Death Scythe Sophia Exagora.

File 2: Raicheal’s Infirmary report

The patient displayed multiple forms of physical trauma such as bruises, burn marks and remodeled fractures congruent with large amounts of physical abuse over a long period of time. The patient also displays signs of sexual trauma at a young age and repeated trauma since then. No STI's or signs of pregnancy were detected, thankfully.

Blood work shows that the patient had high amounts of sexual stimulants and birth control in her system.

The patient was also found to be malnourished and dehydrated. Measures were taken to address both issues.

The patient’s soul was x-rayed and appears to have a number of large cracks in it, most likely a result of Soul Fracturing however the patient’s soul also appears to have a faint yellow aura around it which appears to be keeping it stable. Upon further research we have determined the aura to be evidence of a Healing Wavelength and the most likely reason for her soul to have survived the Soul Fracturing process this long. The patient’s soul is stable but caution should be taken not to upset her to much else her condition could worsen.
   
Side Notes: The patient refused to stay in an Infirmary bed to the point where it was easier to set up a bedroll on the floor that try to get her in a bed. The patient would also wake up several times a night in a cold sweat and sometimes in a fit of screaming. When asked about it the patient would either say it was a nightmare or say nothing at all.

Raicheal was too wrapped up in her own little world to notice that Sophia had entered the room or that she had even gotten up close to her. However, the moment she felt Sophia's hand on her back she snapped back to reality and panicked, completely missing what Sophia had said. She began flailing her arms about while falling sideways off her chair and landing on her back. She scuttled a few feet away from the person who touched her before looking up at them. Her face instantly changed from one of fear to one of confusion as she looked at the hovering form of Sophia with what looked to be a little white teddy bear in her hands. "Mis-Mistr-Mistress So-Sophia" she said with confusion and shock in her voice "Wh-what are you do-doing here and Why d-do you ha-have a ted-teddy bear?"


OCC: Forgot to say that the Infirmary report noted the branded mark on her back and if Sophia had looked at any of them, she would have seen it in several of the photos found in the raid.

Raicheal's breathing slowed down and the tension in her body lessen as Sophia calmed her down. Once she was calm again she proceeded to draw her legs back towards her chest and hug them while looking up at Sophia,  attentively waiting for the answers to her questions. What she wasn’t expecting was Sophia telling her that she shouldn’t call her Mistress and that she should call her Ms. Exagora. Raicheal also didn’t understand what she meant by not giving people such titles as Mistress, after all she was supposed to address anyone who was more important  than her as Master or Mistress, which was everyone. However, it wasn’t the first time someone had asked her to call them something else, a lot of the clients would often ask her to call them daddy or uncle. With this thought Raicheal stopped looking up at Sophia and instead she cast her gaze at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact with Sophia because she felt that she had upset her. Raicheal listen to the rest of what Sophia had to say and hugged her legs tighter when she heard that Sophia was the therapist. She liked her but she knew that if Sophia learned about how disgusting of a person she was then Sophia wouldn't want to be around her anymore. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard Sophia say that the teddy bear was for her so she could sleep better. She glance up slightly at the bear, it was cute and in fact its little blue button eyes and gold ribbon bow made it out right adorable but person like her didn’t deserve a gift like that. Raicheal’s gaze quickly returned to the ground with a sadden look on her face. There were a few seconds of awkward silence after Sophia finished speaking before Raicheal finally spoke up.

“I-I’m so-sor-sorry,” she said in a shaky voice with a sad tone “I di-did-didn’t kn-know you wa-want-wanted to be ca-called so-some-something el-else. I-I’ll ca-call you Ms. Exa-Exagora for n-now on. Ju-just pl-please don-don’t be ma-mad at m-m-me. I do-don’t wa-want y-y-you to b-b-be m-mad at m-m-me. I do-don’t de-dese-deserve a p-per-person as ni-nice as y-you or a gi-gift. I-I’am a dis-disgusting per-person wh-who no-no one l-likes. I do-don’t de-deserve any-anything.” Tears started to roll down Raicheal’s cheeks as she began to sniffle a little before completely dissolving into heavy sobbing.

Raicheal didn't flinch as Ms. Exagora hugged her and barely moved at all. Normally, Raicheal would have flipped out from someone touching her but something was different. It wasn't like the kind of touching she had grown accustom to over the last five years. What she was feeling now felt so loving, so comforting, so...

"Warm" Raicheal said softly as her crying slowly ceased. She gently moved her hand up to her eyes and wiped them dry. She sat there and began to listen to what Ms. Exagora was saying. She wasn't mad at her, Raicheal thought. She wasn't mad at her! Raicheal was filled with relief and joy at the same time as a smile appeared on her face. She was just trying to follow the rules, which was something Raicheal understood all too well. Those who broke "Mad" Frankie's rules were often subjected to horrible punishment by the members of the gang and would sooner beg for death over breaking them again. Raicheal herself was no stranger to these punishments, having been on the receiving end more times than she would wish to think about. She frowned a little as she thought of those painful memories but quickly put them aside as she returned to think about how happy she was that Ms. Exagora wasn't mad at her. She still didn't understand what Ms. Exagora meant when she said it wasn't right to call someone Mistress or the other names she used to call people but she would ask later about that. She went back to listening to Ms. Exagora and was surprised when she heard her say that she was wrong about not deserving anything and being disgusting. Raicheal’s head spun a little at that thought. For five years, all she heard was that she was a dirty and insignificant little whore that didn't deserve what little was given to her. It had been so long since she had heard such words as those that Ms. Exagora spoke that they had become foreign to her. She listened more as Ms. Exagora said that she must have missed a lot of birthdays and in truth Raicheal had. She was taken when she was ten and didn’t have a sense of time until she started doing street work. She soon realized that three years had passed at that point and it had been two years since then so she must be about 15 by now. Five years, she thought as Ms. Exagora said that she managed to survive when so many other girls lost their minds, bodies, souls and lives. Raicheal's head spun more and more as the things she had seen and had been through flash before her eyes. She frowned and closed her eyes as the painful memories came at her full force, she suddenly grabed her head in an effort to make it stop spinning . Than she heard Ms. Exagora say that in a way she could be considered better than her in many ways. Raicheal's head stopped spinning as she looked up at Ms. Exagora in wonderment with tears still in her eyes. Her better than Ms. Exagora, she thought. How could she be better than Ms. Exagora? Ms. Exagora helped take down the Bedlam Blood Brothers. Ms. Exagora saved her and brought her here. Her better than Ms. Exagora? How? Raicheal listen to the last thing that Ms. Exagora say and she heard her say that she wasn't a disgusting person because the disgusting things she did were not of her choice. However, she knew in a way they were. She had made a choice once and that was on her. She broke the hug with Ms. Exagora as she asked if she understood and Raicheal looked up at her with a frown and tears in her eyes. There was a moment of silence and than Raicheal spoke.

"I understand." She said with a slight note of sadness in her voice "Thank you for your kind words and while I may not understand them all. I am glad I heard them," There was a pause of a second and then Raicheal looks down before starting to tear up a little again.

"but your wrong" she said as her voice began to break up again "I had a choice, I ha-had a choice tw-two years ago. I had a ch-choice between do-doing th-those th-things and dy-dying. Ev-every-everyday since then, I have won-wondered why I -di-didn't ch-choose to d-d-die. Ho-however, to-today..." Raicheal looked up at Ms. Exagora with a smile on her face and tears streaming down it as well.

"I am glad I didn't choose to die." She said happily as she hugged Ms. Exagora and cried into her shoulder.