Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Broken Paths ❯ Chapter 07 ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 07

 

“Good morning love” he greeted hopefully as soon as I stepped into the kitchen.

 

“Hi…” I replied shyly and hastily ducked under his arm when he tried to kiss me.

 

He sighed, “Ren…”

 

“I know Horo-horo!” I looked at him nervously, stepping back when my eyes caught his morning erection staring at me clad only by thin silk.

 

“Do you?” he lifted an eyebrow and gave one step towards me, trapping me between the wall and himself. “Are you sure Ren?” he reached for my face and caressed one cheek lovingly. I shivered.

 

“Don't… don't touch me” I pleaded, shutting me eyes and holding my breath.

 

He breathed on my scent twice, coming closer and brushing his lips against mine, but when a hot wet tear splashed on his nose he just stepped back and said, “I'll be at the inn today ok… if you need something just call”, with that and a change of clothes he left, the door closing behind him.

 

“Ok…” I whispered, looking blankly at the dark wood, after a while my knees gave out and I slid to the ground sinking in my own sea of despair and suffering, I was only dimly aware of the loud dry sobs that filled the air together with my crying.

 

I froze when a loathsome voice made itself heard from a dark corner in the kitchen. “Why are you crying my precious Ren?”

 

I looked around and stood up as swiftly as my newly healed wounds would allow. “What are you doing here?” I asked, barely hiding the hysterics in my cracked voice.

 

“I came to see you of course” Hao answered smoothly, stepping into the light and smiling at me.

 

I panicked. With my heart hammering inside my ribcage I dashed for the closest room with a lock in it. It was childish, I knew Hao was a powerful shaman and a small lock could never stand as an obstacle to him… but I was not thinking properly anymore, everything that kept repeating in my head was “he's here, it's going to happen again and Horo-horo is not here… again…”

 

When I felt the door being forced open I fought my instincts to throw myself out of the window, we were on the tenth floor I reminded myself, but in a moment that seemed like nothing compared to Hao's presence in the room when the door finally gave out.

 

I felt cornered, acting the same way as a frightened animal, but not giving an ounce, Hao was here, it would happen again…

 

“So my dear, are you convinced that you belong to me now?” the hateful men asked me in a sweet voice.

 

“Get away from me… please…” I cried, sliding to the floor and felling utterly useless. So much for being Shaman King, I though for a fleeting moment. Hao had totally broken me… and it hadn't even taken much of an effort, if any at all…

 

The shame washing through me made me want to do something but I could think of nothing and Hao just kept coming, closer and closer, until I couldn't stop the screams from breaking free from my throat.

 

Hao hit me across the face sharply until my jaw became slightly unhinged and it hurt too much to open my mouth only to scream, “That's better” he whispered in my ear and I whimpered, the pain already overwhelming me.

 

“Now… lets see if your pretty body remembers its master” he said, ripping my shirt and trousers open and examining the telltale marks he'd left the last time he'd abused me. “Hum… well my dear Ren, I guess maybe you might need a brief reminder of whom you belong to”.

 

His hand reached for my limp member and I shook my head desperately as he started playing with it. To my relief nothing happened and Hao started to grow impatient. “What? You're not in the mood? Don't tell me you have a headache Ren… because you'll find out that I don't!”

 

Hao reached for his own pants quickly and removed his completely hard member. Plunging it deep inside my opening, I let out some form of gurgling squeak since I could barely open my mouth and there was blood clogging my throat. Hao took advantage of this moment to kiss/bite my mouth, reopening the newly healed gashes, and opening a dozen or so more cuts with his sharp teeth.

 

One of my eyes was starting to close from his previous slaps and the other one was pouring with tears. Hao's hands were toying with my abused shoulder, the sharp nails digging unto my back and marking me anew.

 

I was simply too tired to struggle, the pain from all the bruises, new and old, my dignity that lay in shreds all over the place, my heart that could not take anymore hurt… I guess I kept calling for Horo-horo until the end, until Hao felt sated enough to leave me with his seed spread all over my body, my blood spread all over the floor, my pain carved deeply into my face…

 

This time I did not pass out, but I was not fully conscious as well. When Horo-horo came back home I didn't know how much time had passed, but I was aware there was somebody in the house with me, although I didn't know if it was friend or foe. I remember hearing his voice, it might have been in distress, I'm not sure, and I recall the pain of being lifted from the position I had been left in.

 

I might have passed out then, the doctors tell me you brought me back to the hospital, the psychologist says you were crying. I don't remember and I really don't want to…