Hands up, Turn around.

She glared at the men, eyes focused on the guns. There's little chance she could charge forward and avoid being shot. The tense air thickened, as Shiki's hands twitched, paused mid-way towards grabbing her knife. Slowly, her hands pulled up, as she raised her arms up in the air, hands over her head, before turning around, as the men had requested of her. "Now that's a good girl. Stay still like that."

As one man kept his gun pointed at her, another approached, hands beginning to roam around, and patting down her body. Looking for weapons, but also sexually motivated as well. Shiki shivered as his rough hands roamed against the skirt of her kimono, pressing up and against her legs, slipping through the slit and feeling up her ass and her thighs, rubbing and grabbing at it before rolling up, and sliding two fingers against her slit, pressing right up against her panties. Before long, he moved it aside, and thrusted his finger inside a bit.

"Aahnn.."

His hand soon pulled out from underneath, two fingers coated in her juices, as they started to slide up past her hips, rolling along the sides of her body and reaching towards her breasts, cupping and firmly holding onto each orb, pulling gently and squeezing onto them through her clothes. His hands reached in, fingers curled around the edge of her kimono's cleavage, before pulling and yanking hard, her tits falling out free for him to cling his fingers into, as Shiki grunted, quivering in his hold. He continued to knead and push into the flesh of her mammaries, rolling them about in his hands and pulling on them, pinching her tits and twisting them, as if he were milking her.

After having his fill of her, he started to look for weapons in ernest. One by one, all her knives were discarded and dropped to the ground, followed by her clothes, as he began to strip her naked, robbing Shiki of her red jacket, kimono, and boots, leaving the girl completely nude and naked, aside from one new addition. A tight, metal collar around her neck, beeping when it clicked and snapped tight around Shiki's frail gullet.

"We got a new Bitch. Not trained, made it here on her own, but it's all good. She's collared up. We'll leave her in Container L23, so it's up to you to terminate or process her."

Before long, a baton crashed against the back of Shiki's head, knocking her out cold.

Her mind stirred back slowly, as she rose slowly from the cold, hard steel floor. The collar's dim glowing was the first source of light she noticed. Were these the containers they were using to hold girls? She looked around, finding herself on some sort of newspaper bedding, a bucket for bathroom uses probably, and at the end of the container, a crack of light split between the doors, held outside by chains. Posted on the wall was some sort of order, reading: "Be a good girl. Wait for your processing."

It was a good thing that they didn't cover her eyes. Shiki didn't need a weapon to cut or kill things with her eyes. As long as it existed, and had a finite life, she could end it. Her eyes glowed, as she spotted the **** of the chains holding the door 'locked'. If she cut them, she could get out.