Yang was captured at the fall of beacon

Another blow hit Yang like a sledgehammer hit Yang's aura lacking body, another bruise already starting to take shape. It had been around a month since the fall of Beacon. Cinder and her goons came for the weakened Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang but Yang sacrificed herself so her friends could escape.

Ever since she had been stuck here in Mecuria's room. The gray haired woman had been using Yang as a kicking bag, the naked blonde being covered in bruises and marks. Yang was trying to hold out but the pain was getting to her. Without any aura, Yang couldn't use her semblance. Even when Mecuria slept, she set up a spanking machine to keep hurting Yang and do just enough damage that the blonde's aura wouldn't come back. If only she could use her semblance all the blows she had taken would let her punch the bitch into oblivion but no aura meant no semblance. Yang was helpless.

Mecuria roughly grabbed Yang by her now short hair which was cut because the taller woman knew it would piss Yang off and just looked into those lilac eyes. There was fear, pain, terror, but also hope. That hope annoyed Mecuria and got Yang a kick to the gut, making the blonde cough, drool seeping through the holes in her ballgag.

Yang had to fight the instinct to glare at her master. She knew the woman was just looking for an excuse to keep beating the will out of Yang.

But Yang won't give in.