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The Shido related fears which populate Rin's palace are especially confusing for her friends, and especially anger inducing for Akechi. The former don't know the majority of the story, and the latter is more deeply conflicted than he'll let on. He also doesn't know the majority of the story, and unlike the others he doesn't want to know it. He wishes Rin had just left him to die instead of rubbing her victory in his face like this.
“Joker is evil!” he declares, when the gang comes to a stop outside of what they will come to call the ‘Rape Block', and a passing cognition of his father grabs a hold of a passing cognition of Rin, bending her backwards for a kiss, a kiss she doesn't seem entirely bothered by.
Ryuji charges over to the troubled detective. “No, she ain't! You take that back!”
“What do you call this then!” Akechi gestures sharply to the couple, who laugh against each other's lips.
“Trauma! What do you call it, Mr Murderer?! You wanna tell me your dad only screwed you up?”
“...” Turning away from the younger boy, Akechi pulls his sword out and slashes at the phantom lovers. They dissipate, but the door to the cell block remains. “This is hell. Let's walk through it.”
“I do believe we deserve this. We should have asked.” sighs Yusuke.
“If we'd asked, Joker would have done what she always does - pretend like shit ain't as bad as it is.”
“I'm not sure fear counts as a desire, Skull. We may be in deep trouble.”
The first fear tosses them into the point of view of Shido, a view only Akechi is interested in. The man sits and schemes in his high rise office, schemes whilst looking through photos of young Japanese women.
For day to day stress management Shido makes do with prostitutes and the sluts that work for him, but he'd never let something soiled into his home. The most important man in the country requires quality to stand by his side as he pilots Japan over the rough seas of history. In Tokyo though, it's not easy to find a virgin. Looking through the photos is really just a formality, as the auction will be. It's about image, as everything to do with other people is for him. The people at the top understand that he runs everything, without regard for them, but the plebs lower down need to believe that there's a chance of upward mobility, a chance that he cares about what they have to say. Caring about them includes the matter of their daughters. They're prepping their prize heifers, while he already has one in mind.
First he has to make sure she's in the running though. He might even pay to fix any little problem he may encounter in that regard. Pay and pretend to himself that what he's really after is a bit of blood. He picks up the phone.
“Have you tracked her down?”
“We have the place in sight, sir.”
“Good. Damage her and you know what'll happen, correct?”
“Y-yes s-sir!”
“Good.
The phone clicks, and Shido swings away from his desk, the view of all of Tokyo barging in through his window.
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The immense foolishness of leaving a vulnerable girl to sleep alone in a stranger's attic becomes apparent when she's abducted by a group of armed men in black and bundled out to Caesar the way Cleopatra was bundled in - rolled up in a carpet. Thankfully, as in all of Rin's fears, nothing graphic is seen, but the relevant idea is always conveyed.
“Do you think Joker herself doesn't look fully on these terrors?” asks one invisible Thief of another.
“Yeah. I hate to say it, but I think these are the PG-rated versions we're seeing. I think we'll never see what's really in her heart.”
“I know you won't like to see the doctor, Noxie, or should I say, Rin, so I'll be with you the whole time, holding your hand.” cognitive Shido says to a Shadow Rin where she lies beside him on an examination bed. She's been sedated, so the looks she gives him and the sounds she makes are not distressed. She's not even bound. Even when Shido lifts the skirt of her dress, removes her underwear, and places her legs in stirrups, she doesn't react, staring unseeingly at the ceiling.
“I would have thought my asshole father would make more of an ordeal out of this,” remarks the voice of a strangled sounding Akechi. “I can't believe he would attempt to reduce the trauma inflicted.”
“I think Joker knows him much better than you do, Crow.”
“Screw you.”
“Touch her as little as possible.” Shido growls at the Shadow doctor who comes creeping over, plastic gloves in hand.
Virginity testing - not a good thing, a form of torture, in fact. As it goes on, Shido turns increasingly livid, his eyes growing wider and wider, until he barks at the doctor that he's had enough time to figure out the situation. “And? Is she intact?”
“Yes. Her hymen is undamaged. The muscles are not lax.” However, it doesn’t matter what the doctor says, he’s going to be disappeared when his usefulness is over. Disappeared for touching, for even looking at Shido’s property.
“Show me. How can you tell?”
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The auction itself is similar to how they happened amongst the nobility of ancient Babylonian. Beautiful, well born girls sit in a row on a comfortable, luxurious couch while much older men prowl past, observing the various traits that make a woman attractive to a male. In this case, only Shido will be doing the choosing, but whoever he doesn't choose will certainly find a luxurious home elsewhere. All of the girls are under the influence of something, but fun things, not like Rin, who sits in a corner, the dosage carefully weighted so she's able to follow orders, but not able to make trouble. Not that Shido minds trouble from her, but he doesn't want others getting ideas about her.
The most eligible bachelor in Japan walks up and down, occasionally touching an offering, giving praise to the owner of the beauty by showing attraction towards it. One or two he asks to further display their charms, which they do. No one is alarmed by the lewdness. There is, in fact, only one virgin in the room.
“Turn.” Shido says to Rin, after he has her stand. She's dressed in a more immodest dress than she would ever wear willingly. Was dressed with Shido present, so he is sure nothing happened. It's difficult to control himself, very difficult when he's had so little practice at it. The girl turns, awkwardly. Some brave person whistles. She's not only taller, but noticeably curvier than average, plump in breast, hip, thigh, and rear. If it wasn't dangerous to do so, the other men would remark that she's probably not pure blooded Japanese. If it wasn't dangerous to do so, they might say that it wouldn't be upholding tradition, or something, to go for such an un-Japanese figure.
“This is the one.” Shido says, his hands resting possessively on Rin's hips.