Mirror, Mirror, why does this feels...
"Now, stay nice and quiet here while we do our job, Schnee 'Princess', he!"
"We should have killed her, she should pay for her crimes!"
"Sienna's orders. Now shut up, I enjoy this as much as you do."
"What a waste! They should have at least let us blow off some steam on her, I'm sure that she has her Aura unlocked."
"Sienna wants to keep the goods in good quality. It sucks, but it is what is is."
She could hear her kidnappers talking.
She could hear them desiring to kill her, to punish her for her 'crimes', to make her pay for things she didn't do.
She could feel the bindings around her hands.
She could hear them talking about her as some package, some object to be traded, or as some symbol to break.
She could say that this was the worst day of her life up until now.
She had been kidnapped, treated with hate and scorn, with the only reason for her relative safety was due to her usefulness as a tool, a toy, a doll.
...Weiss Schnee was scared, tired and angry.
She was bound, at the will of her captors, with her own guard wanting to grab her and 'make her pay', if not to outright kill her, with her only hope of escape in hands of forces outside her control.
She cried for a while at this whole situation, before one of her guards menaced her to shut up or that he would shut her up.
She hadn't slept since being kidnapped, with her guards purposefully attempting to keep her like that, in order to have some outlet to their desires.
She was angry at those disgusting guards, who hated her only because of her name, and for actions not done by her and outside of her control.
She was angry at the White Fang, who had alrady kidnapped and murdered many of the high-ranked members of the SDC, including some of their sons and daughters, many of which were acquaintances of hers' in the last years.
She was angry at her family, or more specifically, at her parents, who were the sole reason she was in this situation; Her father, who was at fault that the White Fang hated her family, with his cruelty and indifference towards the faunus, and her mother, a drunkward who had abandoned her and her siblings to their fates under the thumb of her father.
...And more than anything, Weiss Schnee was angry at herself.
She hated herself for allowing herself feel fear, she hated herself for allowing her fated to be in the hands of others, she hated herself for allowing herself to be defenseless, she hated herself for allowing herself to be used as a doll.
...She hated how weirdly familiar this situation was for her.
She knew that, from a logic point of view, there was nothing she could do, being taken out by surprise, and without her weapons, but still...
(She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms).
She had been training for years, in an attempt to assert her independence from her family, in an attempt to make her own way, in an attempt to escaped from her father's thumb.
And where had all that training been when she was taken captive without even a fight? Where had all those years of effort gone?
She felt ashamed, and now her fate was being decided by others, just like always.
(She could feel he palms bleeding).
...Never again.
She would get out of this, she would recover from this, she would make sure that she would never have to feel like this again, She would make sure to never be a Doll again!.
...But for now, all she could do was wait for someone to save her.
...Just like home.
AN: Well, I got inspired, and here's another omake!