Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Reikoku no Kizuna ❯ Alone? ( Chapter 4 )

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Reikoku no Kizuna 5

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Author Notes: I finally got this out! I'm such a lazy bum… Well, some reviewers asked for longer chapters, and I'll be glad to give them if I can. I'll try. Thanks for being patient and reading!

Burning. Her wrists were burning. They had been for am hour now. That was the least of her worries now. Her eye throbbed and her legs felt like jello.

" I SAID SPEAK WENCH!!!!"

Now she could add her cheek to the list of hurts.

"I will not be some whore to anyone, let alone your master."

Her eyes were determined, yet her glare lost conviction when one looked at her black eye. ~It's not as bad as it could be, I guess. They're trying to make sure their toys aren't too damaged. ~ She sneered. Who did they think they were enslaving her!?!

Suddenly her chin was in her captor's grasp. His scaly fingers chilled her, as well as his reptilian eyes. Those very eyes were studying her now.

"You don't want to pledge your loyalty do you? Well, since we can't break that beautiful skin of yours, I suppose I'll just have to break your mind instead."

A rip was heard as he made his point clear.

"Don't you touch me you bastard!!" Her cries, however, were futile. Her rapist was no weakling afterall.

Shoes.

Socks.

Shorts.

Shirt.

Bra.

Underwear.

They all came off. Nude to the world, and vulnerable to her captor, Bulma's defiance quickly left her.

The hands on her were not familiar, yet they touched her so. The tongue that slithered upon her was sickening. The creature that gripped her was brutal. The monster inside of her was cruel. Her lips, bruised by lust, bled from her biting them in pain.

And her screams…were useless.

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Bulma's chest heaved with sobs. Her eyes were unfocused and puffy from crying. Her hands were numb do to her rope restraints, which held her up. Her head ached from all the times it was roughly banged against the wall behind her. Her legs barely held her, and sported bruises of their own. Her body felt dirty, and she felt sick.

~I want to go home. ~

She glanced at the creature in front of her. After his activities, the heathen had gone to sleep. She spat on him.

It was then that a red eye opened.

"It seems you haven't learned your place yet. I guess we'll have to start over…"

It was then that she screamed. It was a tortured and bloodcurdling scream. Surely someone would save her? Surely she was not…alone…

Owari

How was that? I know it was short, but I really tried. I think the shortness was effective in this chapter though, don't you? Well, I hope you read and review! Thanks for all who do! C'ya next chapter!!!