Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction ❯ Always With You ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: TakaShira 
a rape, that's all
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 175 | Status: Completed
a rape, that's all
Anime/Manga: Vision Of Escaflowne Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 03.20.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 175 | Status: Completed
Rayana entered the room with great difficulty. She was having fun stopping suddenly, but the Dragon Slayers wouldn’t let her close to them now. She smirked and stopped again. They looked at her annoyed.
“What’s your names anyway? Huh?” She smiled.
“This is Chest I’m Gatti.” Said the older, handsome looking one nodding at the innocent looking cute one with blue eyes.
“Nice…” She smiled. Chesta approached her. Ray stood ready. “What are you planning?”
“I doubt that you are going to co-operate when we try to chain you to the wall, am I right?” He asked stopping.
“Yep.” She smiled. “Gatti don’t try it.” Gatti froze behind her. “Oh fine I’ll be good. She walked forward, tugging on the chain in Gatti’s hand. The followed her suspiciously as they led her to the rings in the wall. Suddenly the punched Gatti and ran for the door. Chesta held on hard to the chain in his hand. Gatti was up suddenly. The chain lost it’s slack and she was snapped around to find Gatti in her face. She ducked quickly as he swung at her. Chesta then tackled her from the side, hitting her head against the hard marble floor rendering her unconscious. They dragged her over to the ring and attached her chains to the two rings. They looked down at her.
“She is so strong.” Gatti said quietly.
“But she looks like a guy.” Chesta observed.
“Yes but she has a very beautiful face, imagine what her body is like under those clothes.” Gatti smiled wickedly. Chesta placed his hand on Gatti’s shoulder.
“I’m sure Dilandau wants her first, maybe when he’s done he’ll give her to us, if we please him.” Chesta then pulled his friend back, leaving the girl lying on the floor. She groaned and moved her head.
Dilandau entered his chamber, still in a foul mood. He looked around for the demon woman; she was lying on the floor unconscious, causing him to smirk. ‘Not undefeatable are you.’ He said in his mind as he growled in distaste as he watched her. He pulled up a comfortable chair and put his feet up on his desk and watched her with interest planning what he would do to her next. ‘It’s been awhile since I’ve had a woman, and I have never had the pleasure of taking a woman who was this strong, this disobedient. The others give themselves to me instantly, this one will be more difficult, but I will take her, and then I’ll destroy her.’
~*~
Rayana woke once more on a cold floor with a throbbing head. She groaned as she pushed herself up onto her knees. She looked around the room, its walls were black, furniture and bed were all red. The large windows that covered an entire wall that lead to a balcony was covered with thin red fabric that could be seen through. Ray could see red velvet curtains that were pulled back. The black marble floor was cold to her touch. She looked at the black wood that was used on the canopy bed, serpents, no, dragons wound themselves up and down the posts leading up to the red fabric canopy cover. Her eyes traveled around, finding the beautiful part of every piece she found, from the doors to the sword rack. She noticed that there were many doors that lead into side rooms from this chamber. ‘Wish my room was this co-ordinated.’ She thought with a smile, which faded slightly when she saw who was sitting at the desk with his feet up on the surface, his armour off to the side, hanging on a clothing rack. His eyes burning into her as she stared back. She sent him a beautiful smile, one she used so often on guys to get what she wanted. Dilandau stared at her not phased by her sign of friendship. He sneered as she stood up with as much grace as she could manage. She fell once, causing him to smirk at her failure. She looked over at him and smiled goofily and shrugged before trying again. She managed to stand straight and proud. She then leaned against the wall with a bored look on her face.
“Hmmm…” He smiled as she ‘tried’ to look calm. Or so he thought, but really she was just bored.
“What are you humming about there Dilandau.” She accented the word as it came out. ‘Hee hee hee, yeah you heard me, I am not calling you Lord like all your little warrior boys.’ Dilandau watched her, admiring her daringness.
“Nothing.” He swung his legs off and stood up. She walked towards him until all slack on the chains no longer existed. Dilandau watched her before coming closer. Suddenly she lashed out with a knife, missing his chest and catching his arm, slashing him from the elbow to the wrist. Dilandau clutched his arm and cursed as he backed away quickly. “You stupid fucking little bitch! I’ll kill you!” He screamed at her as he whisked himself to his desk to quickly wrap up the wound before it bled too much. “Where the hell did you get that damn knife!? We searched you! You little whore, I’ll have you head for this!” He continued to rant and rave like a lunatic, as she leaned up against the cool dark wall cleaning her nails with the tip of the blade.
“You boys let me have it. Well I guess since I didn’t ask they didn’t let me have it, but that’s where I got it.” She smiled sweetly. “You might want to clean that too, it might get infected. “
Dilandau threw a dangerous look at her. He then turned and left.
He didn’t return until late after midnight, when she was asleep in the floor. He went straight to his bed not glancing at her again.
~*~
Rayana woke the next morning leisurely. She looked around, the velvet curtains were still shut tight and there was nothing but darkness so she had no idea if Dilandau was still there or not. She sat with her back against the cool wall and stared into the darkness, She suddenly heard noises. Someone was walking across the floor. Suddenly the curtains were opened to the side one, then the other. Rayana shielded her eyes from the light until she could see properly. A girl, no older the 16, a year younger the Ray. The girl made Dilandau’s bed, which was empty. ‘Did he come back at all?’ Ray asked herself. She then felt her stomach rumble. The girl turned to the desk to straighten the papers there and tidy up the clothes on the floor. “Hey. I’m Ray. Do you think maybe I could get some food, or at least something to drink?” The girl turned her head to the chained girl. Her long black hair was hung in a loose ponytail. She sneered when she saw the clothes Ray wore.
“No.” She answered plainly.
“And why the hell not?” Ray asked, not liking the girl at all. They dark haired girl’s sneer grew and she placed her hands on her hips.
“Because Lord Dilandau thinks that it would be best if you didn’t eat anything, maybe then you’ll act more civilized. Plus I don’t think that you need food.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ray demanded.
“Well I am sure you only where those big clothes to hide you fat stomach and legs.” The girl then turned and continued to clean. Ray was beyond words, until she recovered.
“You stupid servant bitch go get me some god damn food before I kick your scrawny ass. If you ask me maybe you should eat something, you look anorexic.” Ray sneered this time. The girl walked over and was about to smack Rayana when the blond grabbed the servant’s arm and pulling the dark haired girl down in front of her and carefully placing the blade at the girl’s throat.
“Let me go!” The black haired girl yelled.
“Um…no…you’re a little bitch and you insulted me, and never have I let someone get away with something like that.”
“I’m glad Dilandau will kill you!” The hostage screamed.
“Me too.” Ray replied with a smile ‘Like that would happen’.
“If you don’t let me go right now I’ll scream.”
“So? Like I care.” Ray smirked. The girl let out a blood-curdling scream which was cut short by Ray tossing her down and kicking her in the back so she rolled away. A few minutes of listening to the maid sob and say she’d have Ray killed for this and Ray replying that everyone was saying that too her, Dilandau and two Slayers showed up at the door. Ray sat calmly smirking as the black haired girl cried and told Dilandau what had happened, adding in a few lies. Dilandau looked at Ray.
“Silence!” Dilandau snapped at the girl on the floor.
“So then?” Ray smirked.
“I said silence!” Dilandau roared.
“Like I care.” Ray replied.
“Get out all of you!” He roared. With one last look at the girl in chains he too left her there to stare out the window into the red tinted world.
~*~
No one returned to see Rayana the whole day and well into the night. But close to midnight Dilandau entered the room. Ray woke suddenly as he threw a chair at the wall. She stared at him, her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see him form leaning on a bedpost.
‘Stupid bastard got himself drunk, what the hell do I care? I’m tired, and so hungry.’ She closed her eyes. She heard Dilandau breathing hard. She opened her eyes and watched him, slightly annoyed. His head slowly turned towards her, he began to walk towards her, slightly sideways. Rayana stood up with a small bit of effort. She was so hungry, tired and weak. Suddenly Dilandau fell onto her body, pinning her against the wall. The smell of alcohol on him was sickening. He bite savagely at her neck making her wish to cry out. She tried to fight back but he over powered her almost easily. She felt the chains unlock and fall off of her wrist. He pulled away from her neck, she looked into his eyes, they were filled with anger, lust, and a fire that burned for her, for every woman.
She pushed him away and ran for the door. ‘He’s so drunk, he won’t even be able to stop me.’ She hit the door and struggled to find the doorknob as she listened to him come closer. She cried out in frustration, she finally found a soft spot on the door, a pad to open it. She slammed on it again and again. She could hear Dilandau begin to laugh. ‘He locked it.’ She realized in horror. She turned to face him but he had her pinned to the wall. He pulled out a knife and made quick work of her sweater.
He then picked her up and threw her over his should as she tried to fight. He threw her onto the thick covers of his bed. He was incredibly rough with her as he pulled off her spandex shit and threw it on the floor. He quickly pulled off the rest of her clothes depositing them on the floor as well. He then rid himself of his own clothes and pinned her to the bed. She tried to push him away but he backhanded her quickly then entered her before she regained her senses. To his disappointment she was no virgin and pushed into her again.
‘Fine you whore…’ He began to use more and more force as he pushed himself in again and again, allowing his fingers to rake her stomach muscle, he lay his hand on her skin there to try to discover her moving trying to get him closer, faster, but there was nothing. He watched her, trying to find a sign of pleasure, or anything at all for that matter. ‘Why won’t you cry out? Why don’t you focus on the pleasure?’ He asked.
But she just watched him, refusing to feel any pleasure at all from him, she concentrated on the pain in her face from where he hit her, as it stung and bruised and the pain in her muscles that had not been used for a long while. She just watched as he sweated and pushed in again with more force, hurting her. She opened her mouth to cry out but quickly shut it before any sound made it’s way out.
Dilandau tried harder and harder to please her, hurt her, to make a sound escape her lips but that was the only time she had made any sign of pleasure of pain. He just couldn’t get anything out of her, not before he himself climaxed and collapsed on top of her. Her eyes were left vacant and her breathing was as slow as it had been when she was sleeping the night before. ‘Why?’ He asked himself. ‘I have never failed to please a woman before. Why? What was wrong? Was it me…’ He thought before he fell asleep from exhaustion.
“What’s your names anyway? Huh?” She smiled.
“This is Chest I’m Gatti.” Said the older, handsome looking one nodding at the innocent looking cute one with blue eyes.
“Nice…” She smiled. Chesta approached her. Ray stood ready. “What are you planning?”
“I doubt that you are going to co-operate when we try to chain you to the wall, am I right?” He asked stopping.
“Yep.” She smiled. “Gatti don’t try it.” Gatti froze behind her. “Oh fine I’ll be good. She walked forward, tugging on the chain in Gatti’s hand. The followed her suspiciously as they led her to the rings in the wall. Suddenly the punched Gatti and ran for the door. Chesta held on hard to the chain in his hand. Gatti was up suddenly. The chain lost it’s slack and she was snapped around to find Gatti in her face. She ducked quickly as he swung at her. Chesta then tackled her from the side, hitting her head against the hard marble floor rendering her unconscious. They dragged her over to the ring and attached her chains to the two rings. They looked down at her.
“She is so strong.” Gatti said quietly.
“But she looks like a guy.” Chesta observed.
“Yes but she has a very beautiful face, imagine what her body is like under those clothes.” Gatti smiled wickedly. Chesta placed his hand on Gatti’s shoulder.
“I’m sure Dilandau wants her first, maybe when he’s done he’ll give her to us, if we please him.” Chesta then pulled his friend back, leaving the girl lying on the floor. She groaned and moved her head.
Dilandau entered his chamber, still in a foul mood. He looked around for the demon woman; she was lying on the floor unconscious, causing him to smirk. ‘Not undefeatable are you.’ He said in his mind as he growled in distaste as he watched her. He pulled up a comfortable chair and put his feet up on his desk and watched her with interest planning what he would do to her next. ‘It’s been awhile since I’ve had a woman, and I have never had the pleasure of taking a woman who was this strong, this disobedient. The others give themselves to me instantly, this one will be more difficult, but I will take her, and then I’ll destroy her.’
~*~
Rayana woke once more on a cold floor with a throbbing head. She groaned as she pushed herself up onto her knees. She looked around the room, its walls were black, furniture and bed were all red. The large windows that covered an entire wall that lead to a balcony was covered with thin red fabric that could be seen through. Ray could see red velvet curtains that were pulled back. The black marble floor was cold to her touch. She looked at the black wood that was used on the canopy bed, serpents, no, dragons wound themselves up and down the posts leading up to the red fabric canopy cover. Her eyes traveled around, finding the beautiful part of every piece she found, from the doors to the sword rack. She noticed that there were many doors that lead into side rooms from this chamber. ‘Wish my room was this co-ordinated.’ She thought with a smile, which faded slightly when she saw who was sitting at the desk with his feet up on the surface, his armour off to the side, hanging on a clothing rack. His eyes burning into her as she stared back. She sent him a beautiful smile, one she used so often on guys to get what she wanted. Dilandau stared at her not phased by her sign of friendship. He sneered as she stood up with as much grace as she could manage. She fell once, causing him to smirk at her failure. She looked over at him and smiled goofily and shrugged before trying again. She managed to stand straight and proud. She then leaned against the wall with a bored look on her face.
“Hmmm…” He smiled as she ‘tried’ to look calm. Or so he thought, but really she was just bored.
“What are you humming about there Dilandau.” She accented the word as it came out. ‘Hee hee hee, yeah you heard me, I am not calling you Lord like all your little warrior boys.’ Dilandau watched her, admiring her daringness.
“Nothing.” He swung his legs off and stood up. She walked towards him until all slack on the chains no longer existed. Dilandau watched her before coming closer. Suddenly she lashed out with a knife, missing his chest and catching his arm, slashing him from the elbow to the wrist. Dilandau clutched his arm and cursed as he backed away quickly. “You stupid fucking little bitch! I’ll kill you!” He screamed at her as he whisked himself to his desk to quickly wrap up the wound before it bled too much. “Where the hell did you get that damn knife!? We searched you! You little whore, I’ll have you head for this!” He continued to rant and rave like a lunatic, as she leaned up against the cool dark wall cleaning her nails with the tip of the blade.
“You boys let me have it. Well I guess since I didn’t ask they didn’t let me have it, but that’s where I got it.” She smiled sweetly. “You might want to clean that too, it might get infected. “
Dilandau threw a dangerous look at her. He then turned and left.
He didn’t return until late after midnight, when she was asleep in the floor. He went straight to his bed not glancing at her again.
~*~
Rayana woke the next morning leisurely. She looked around, the velvet curtains were still shut tight and there was nothing but darkness so she had no idea if Dilandau was still there or not. She sat with her back against the cool wall and stared into the darkness, She suddenly heard noises. Someone was walking across the floor. Suddenly the curtains were opened to the side one, then the other. Rayana shielded her eyes from the light until she could see properly. A girl, no older the 16, a year younger the Ray. The girl made Dilandau’s bed, which was empty. ‘Did he come back at all?’ Ray asked herself. She then felt her stomach rumble. The girl turned to the desk to straighten the papers there and tidy up the clothes on the floor. “Hey. I’m Ray. Do you think maybe I could get some food, or at least something to drink?” The girl turned her head to the chained girl. Her long black hair was hung in a loose ponytail. She sneered when she saw the clothes Ray wore.
“No.” She answered plainly.
“And why the hell not?” Ray asked, not liking the girl at all. They dark haired girl’s sneer grew and she placed her hands on her hips.
“Because Lord Dilandau thinks that it would be best if you didn’t eat anything, maybe then you’ll act more civilized. Plus I don’t think that you need food.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ray demanded.
“Well I am sure you only where those big clothes to hide you fat stomach and legs.” The girl then turned and continued to clean. Ray was beyond words, until she recovered.
“You stupid servant bitch go get me some god damn food before I kick your scrawny ass. If you ask me maybe you should eat something, you look anorexic.” Ray sneered this time. The girl walked over and was about to smack Rayana when the blond grabbed the servant’s arm and pulling the dark haired girl down in front of her and carefully placing the blade at the girl’s throat.
“Let me go!” The black haired girl yelled.
“Um…no…you’re a little bitch and you insulted me, and never have I let someone get away with something like that.”
“I’m glad Dilandau will kill you!” The hostage screamed.
“Me too.” Ray replied with a smile ‘Like that would happen’.
“If you don’t let me go right now I’ll scream.”
“So? Like I care.” Ray smirked. The girl let out a blood-curdling scream which was cut short by Ray tossing her down and kicking her in the back so she rolled away. A few minutes of listening to the maid sob and say she’d have Ray killed for this and Ray replying that everyone was saying that too her, Dilandau and two Slayers showed up at the door. Ray sat calmly smirking as the black haired girl cried and told Dilandau what had happened, adding in a few lies. Dilandau looked at Ray.
“Silence!” Dilandau snapped at the girl on the floor.
“So then?” Ray smirked.
“I said silence!” Dilandau roared.
“Like I care.” Ray replied.
“Get out all of you!” He roared. With one last look at the girl in chains he too left her there to stare out the window into the red tinted world.
~*~
No one returned to see Rayana the whole day and well into the night. But close to midnight Dilandau entered the room. Ray woke suddenly as he threw a chair at the wall. She stared at him, her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see him form leaning on a bedpost.
‘Stupid bastard got himself drunk, what the hell do I care? I’m tired, and so hungry.’ She closed her eyes. She heard Dilandau breathing hard. She opened her eyes and watched him, slightly annoyed. His head slowly turned towards her, he began to walk towards her, slightly sideways. Rayana stood up with a small bit of effort. She was so hungry, tired and weak. Suddenly Dilandau fell onto her body, pinning her against the wall. The smell of alcohol on him was sickening. He bite savagely at her neck making her wish to cry out. She tried to fight back but he over powered her almost easily. She felt the chains unlock and fall off of her wrist. He pulled away from her neck, she looked into his eyes, they were filled with anger, lust, and a fire that burned for her, for every woman.
She pushed him away and ran for the door. ‘He’s so drunk, he won’t even be able to stop me.’ She hit the door and struggled to find the doorknob as she listened to him come closer. She cried out in frustration, she finally found a soft spot on the door, a pad to open it. She slammed on it again and again. She could hear Dilandau begin to laugh. ‘He locked it.’ She realized in horror. She turned to face him but he had her pinned to the wall. He pulled out a knife and made quick work of her sweater.
He then picked her up and threw her over his should as she tried to fight. He threw her onto the thick covers of his bed. He was incredibly rough with her as he pulled off her spandex shit and threw it on the floor. He quickly pulled off the rest of her clothes depositing them on the floor as well. He then rid himself of his own clothes and pinned her to the bed. She tried to push him away but he backhanded her quickly then entered her before she regained her senses. To his disappointment she was no virgin and pushed into her again.
‘Fine you whore…’ He began to use more and more force as he pushed himself in again and again, allowing his fingers to rake her stomach muscle, he lay his hand on her skin there to try to discover her moving trying to get him closer, faster, but there was nothing. He watched her, trying to find a sign of pleasure, or anything at all for that matter. ‘Why won’t you cry out? Why don’t you focus on the pleasure?’ He asked.
But she just watched him, refusing to feel any pleasure at all from him, she concentrated on the pain in her face from where he hit her, as it stung and bruised and the pain in her muscles that had not been used for a long while. She just watched as he sweated and pushed in again with more force, hurting her. She opened her mouth to cry out but quickly shut it before any sound made it’s way out.
Dilandau tried harder and harder to please her, hurt her, to make a sound escape her lips but that was the only time she had made any sign of pleasure of pain. He just couldn’t get anything out of her, not before he himself climaxed and collapsed on top of her. Her eyes were left vacant and her breathing was as slow as it had been when she was sleeping the night before. ‘Why?’ He asked himself. ‘I have never failed to please a woman before. Why? What was wrong? Was it me…’ He thought before he fell asleep from exhaustion.