Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Little Liar ❯ Chapter 6
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By: Celestial Reign 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 327 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Horror / Psychological | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 327 | Status: Completed
Chapter Six
Cold. It was so c-cold. I was groggy and tired when I awoke, a strange numbness and thick taste in my mouth, my eyes rolling to the top of my head and flitting over the ceiling, noticing how, even though it was raining a little, a bit of moonlight managed to creep through and shine some light on my floor. I sat up in bed, still freezing, and not sure why, my eyes glued to that spot on the floor, my only source of light, watching as the tiny shadows from the rain ran down the window. The room was black. Was it lights out already? A quick look at my clock told me yes. It was almost eleven at night and for some reason, realizing what time it was jerked me back into reality.
Oh my God. Mariku, he...Jesus. He drugged me. I looked down, horrified when I found that I was naked, the only thing covering me being a flimsy blanket that wasn't keeping me warm in the slightest. I shifted, wincing when my entrance throbbed from abuse. Like always, he'd left his mess there, just a sickly reminder, an insignia almost of what he'd done and like always, I had to get used to the gross feeling of that stuff stuck to me, stand and move around until I could walk like a normal person again, and then clean up the evidence.
I only grew more scared when I realized this was still the second day, he'd drugged me, forcing me to sleep the whole day away, and tomorrow would come in only a little while. A whole day, and entire day just wasted, and it only made the end come closer. He cheated, that's all that was.
I crushed the rag I'd been cleaning up the sheets with, causing warm water to trickle through the cracks of my fingers. I hated him. I hated Mariku so much. I just...I wanted him to die, God, I wanted him gone for good, out of my life forever. I wish I could overpower him for once, be the dominate one, the one on top of him, be the one to take him as he begged and pleaded, cried and screamed, and then I would laugh as I took him for my own pleasure. No, wait, what the hell was I saying? I wasn't...I wasn't really like this, was I? I wasn't a sadist like him.
Remember, Malik, he was born from you, he is you.
Curse my thoughts. I didn't want to be like him, I wanted nothing between us to be the same. I hated how he looked like me, stolen my physical appearance from me. I hated how his white blonde hair was like mine, how his lavender eyes mimicked mine, how he was stronger and more well-built than I was. He was...he was like my twin, my older twin. Everything he had, I had, only...he was the better one, the perfect one. I had always wanted to be like him, stronger, braver, powerful. I only lied to myself saying the things I did. I really did love Mariku, loved what he was, what he represented. Everything he had, I coveted. I didn't want to be afraid of the dark, of what Mariku was, God, I just wanted to be him, I wanted to have what he had. Envy. Jealousy. Desire. All these things, he brought forth the worst in me.
I was in the bathroom. It was dark, being powered by the blimp also, but that was just the lights. The water still worked and I desperately wanted a bath, to wash away the horrible things Mariku had done to me, the things he took when I was unconscious. How sick could he be? Taking advantage of someone when they were utterly helpless to defend themselves, when they couldn't even be conscious enough to scream and beg, that was what he was. Did I really want to be that? Yes and no.
I was a blind man in the tub, but things were easy to figure out. I found the faucet, the little lever on top that switched the water to the showerhead, and the shampoo and soap was all beside me. I sat down, crossing my legs, and let the water drip over me, wet my hair, fall down over my scars, and wash away the sticky stuff on my bottom down the drain. How it hurt down there so much. It even hurt to sit, but I was getting used to the pain by now. Having this happen to me four times already (I was actually starting to lose count), the pain was dulling, becoming natural almost. How awful.
Tears pooled over my eyes, mixing with the hot water and running down my cheeks. I was getting desperate. In no way did I want to submit to Mariku, even though I had broken down every single time he took me, and I really did want to fight him, but I was always too much of a coward, afraid of him telling those people my secret, of his wrath if I back talked. I...I didn't want to be killed most of all. He had made it clear that he would not kill me, even when the third day came and went, but that didn't make me feel any less worried about anything.
Wouldn't death be better than this, though? Death was easy, death was escape, a way out, death was getting away from life. Life was torture, life was hard. Why would someone as twisted and callous as Mariku kill me? Sure, the blood and screams from the victim would just fill him up inside and be right up his alley, but putting somebody through a hellish life, that would be even more fulfilling for him.
Was that his plan for the third day? To make me live? Maybe it had been that simple all along, for him to make me live, live through all of this, live through what I'd done, all the lies I'd told, live with the fact that those people could never be my friends, live with things I could never have, and wanted.
I lathered my body up in soap, enjoying the fruity smell emitting from the pink bar. I couldn't place the smell for the life of me, having not come across many fruits or things in my life, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. It felt good rubbing it against my skin, rubbing that smell onto me, and then washing away the bubbles. It all just felt good and clean, and through my tears, through my shaking in that hot water, I relaxed a little, wishing the water could wash away my memories of these past few days, wash away Mariku, everything he'd done. Even though it couldn't, even though the water only cleaned me physically and could never get rid of the trauma and mental damage, it was still relief and comfort, and I took my time with the shampoo, lathering it as much as possible, rinsing it out, and then lathering again. I didn't want to get out now, having gotten comfortable with sitting in the tub and having the hot water run over me, but the hot water wouldn't last forever, so I sat there, for what felt like hours, until it finally lost its steam and ran cool.
I stepped out into the dark, feeling around until I found a towel, and dried myself off as best as I could. I knew I wouldn't sleep tonight, having slept the whole day away, but it was fine. The longer the third day took getting here, the longer I had to wait until we landed in Domino and Mariku did with me what he willed.
I stepped back out into my freezing room, shivering when the small towel only covered my bottom half. It was too small to wrap around my shoulders, and I'd rather my chest freeze than my...other stuff. Leaning against the wall, I took a deep breath, drawing it out, and stared out the window at the rain that sailed down.
I had almost told Yuugi my secret today. Why did I do that? It was total spontaneity. I hadn't planned on doing that when I first walked in there and saw him, the only one, sitting in front of the TV, munching down on waffles and eggs. I didn't even bother figuring out where everyone else was, just assumed they had all still been in bed, and only when he brought up the fact that I had been pretty much sulking the past couple of days did I consider telling him. I was going to tell him, I really was, but I lost all nerve at the last minute, feeling Mariku watching me, and I feared his anger.
But...if I told them, then Mariku would no longer have anything to blackmail me with. He couldn't threaten me with it. Part of me wanted to spill the beans, just to see what happened, if they accepted me or not, but then another part told me to shut up, keep them as friends, as how they knew me, and let life continue on like it was. I...I didn't want to risk having them reject me. That would be worse than Mariku raping me over and over, because...because they had been so kind to me, after everything I'd done, those people stood by my side, and helped me.
I was torn. Lying to them like this made me sick. If I thought of them as friends, I shouldn't lie, I should tell them, even though it would pretty much destroy my life if I did. But, would keeping them in the dark be better? It would be better for me, but what about them? What mattered more? My pain, or their friendship? That was easy.
I...I wasn't ready. I wanted to keep them as friends, even through a lie, and I'd rather Mariku torture me than have them look down on me.
I leaned away from the wall, making to rummage around for some clothes, and I shouldn't have been surprised when long arms snaked around my waist and pulled me to a warm body, but it did and I jumped a mile high.
"Why so skittish, Hikari?" He laughed a little, nuzzling his face into my hair, and my anger boiled inside of me. Despite what I'd said earlier, I still hated him more than anything, that never changed, and I still feared him, but...I...I wanted to change.
I wanted to fight, at least have a little shred of dignity left. There was only one more day left. Would it really matter if he told them? I couldn't think left and right anymore. I was so jumbled with all of this, with what to do, with what really mattered to me or not, and I was about to scream from frustration. "Stop it, Mariku." Wow, I didn't stutter. My anger was starting to fuel me now, the fear still held the crown, but anger was starting to take over, and I let it, not worrying about the consequences. I was just so sick of all of this, of being helpless and dammit, I wanted to have a backbone for once.
His arms squeezed my sides and he dug his nails into my flesh. I jumped, not expecting it, but I did not cry out. "I don't like that tone, Hikari." His chin found my shoulder and he rested on it, leaning into my ear to whisper. "What's with the sharp tongue all of a sudden?" I could tell his brow was furrowed and he was frowning.
His voice, polluting the air, drowning me, his touches, dark and degrading, staining me, him, dark and imposing, killing me, and I was sick of it. I-I wouldn't take this anymore. I had a choice, I'd always had a choice, I just chose to bend over backwards like a sissy and let him tell me what to do. I created him, I gave him life, so I should have a choice with what he did or didn't do.
I reached up and snatched his arms from around me, apparently shocking him with being physical, and he gave me a confusing look when I scrambled out of his grasp and turned to face him, glaring right into his eyes. "I'm sick of you, Mariku. I'm sick of this, I'm sick of you touching me, I'm sick of you threatening me, I'm sick of everything you're doing, Mariku."
The look he gave me only made me angrier. He was cocking his head to the side, like a kitten looking at something it didn't understand, and then his mouth curled into a smile.
I called him on it. I was so, so tired of that same look, of that condescending smirk. "Will you stop with that damned smile of yours?! I'm tired of it and I'm fed up with you and everything you do!" God, he pissed me off, he pissed me off real bad. I hated him, I hated him, I HATED HIM! "Stop standing there smiling at me, dammit, you're pissing me off, now just go away!"
An uncomfortable silence set in, and I stood there, huffing from anger, glaring at him, and he stared back, smirking, watching me like he was studying me, like he was amused and entertained. And then he moved close to me, snatching my arm up so fast, I didn't have time to break free when his leg made contact with my ankles, sending me falling over backwards where he got on top of me just as fast, pinning me to the floor. I screamed, kicking and flailing and trying to punch him and hurt him and just DAMMIT, WHY DID HE DO THIS?!
"GET OFF ME, DAMMIT, GET OFF, MARIKU!" I wasn't going to lie back and let him have his way with me. I screamed at him, trying to scratch at his face, at that grin that stayed glued to his lips. I wanted to rip his face off, shed some blood, laugh and feel his warm blood on my fingers. "STOP IT, MARIKU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Get off, get off, he was too heavy, I couldn't get him off of me, and he was laughing as I screamed and yelled at him, hit and kicked and did everything, even tried biting him, and he laughed through it all, throwing his head back and laughing just as loud as I was screaming. "Fuck you, Mariku, fuck you, you bastard, get the hell off of me right now!"
One of his large hands caught my wrists so easily, too easily, and he twisted it, making it pop and I screamed. He hadn't broken it, but what he did hurt so bad, and I was crying, still screaming for him to let me go, get off of me, God, just don't do this, I'm sick of you, Mariku! Another wrist grabbed, and slammed to the ground with the other. My only weapon left was my legs and he had moved onto them, shifting his weight to keep both my body and my legs trapped to the floor. I was stuck, a prisoner once more, and I wailed at how weak I was, at how strong he was for subduing me even when I gave it my all.
I had fought, and lost, and he realized this, realized I had realized this, cruelly mocking me as he bent down and kissed me, licking my face, my cheeks, chin, lips, forcing that long tongue of his back into my mouth, licking my teeth, my tongue, everything, and then pulling it out. His mouth was still on mine and he sucked on my lips as I wailed and screamed into his mouth as he had his way with me. I was crying, letting the tears fall down in enormous amounts, like I had a waterfall of them waiting to be let go, and he licked them up, his tongue was everywhere, my mouth, eyes, lapping up those tears I spilt, and I was so focused on what he was doing to my face, I barely realized it when he had untied my towel, exposing my lower half.
He had to move off of me a little to do that, and when I felt that most of his weight was gone, I took the opportunity and kicked him as hard as I could in the stomach. He choked, and backed off of me, that insane smile still plastered to his face. Oh God, how I hated him. I had gotten him off of me, but he came back so fast, I wasn't able to even gather myself and make an escape, and his body was thrown back on top of mine, keeping me attached to the floor.
"Shit, get off of me, Mariku, I said GET OFF OF ME!" I pushed and jerked and did everything, but it was all hopeless. He wasn't moving, he wasn't letting up, giving any hints that my kick had even done any damage, and that smile was haunting me.
I was...I was powerless. I really was hopeless. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't. He had won, he'd won from the beginning and I'd lost, always lost. I fought, facing my fears and biting them down, physically beaten him to get him away from me, cursed him, yelled and screamed, and...it didn't work. I broke down, stopped all my fighting, all my resistance, and cried like a baby on the floor.
I gave up. What was the point anymore? Nothing I did, fighting, running away, hiding, nothing worked against him. He always won, he always got what he wanted, so what was the point in even trying to resist him anymore? He would rape me as many times as he wanted, the third day would come and he would do what he wanted because I had no power, I had nothing. There was just...there was no hope for me. I was trapped in the dark with him, never getting out.
I just lay there and sobbed, moaned and cried when he raped me once again, never giving me pleasure, only giving me pain, ripping and tearing open my entrance once more, and then hitting that spot that made everything better, even soothed the pain somewhat. I didn't stop the tears that fell when he was rough, rocking into me too hard and too fast, not giving me time to recover. It was my punishment for defying him, for thinking I could fight him. I didn't beg, didn't hit or kick or scream for him to stop, because Mariku always got what he wanted and it would be pointless to go against him, to think I could win because...I was nothing.
I just cried, sobbed and cried and cried until no more tears came out and then I kept crying. He knew I realized I was punished for this, and when I gave up, he knew that I knew it was all hopeless. And when he was finally done, he reached up like he always did to kiss me, as if in farewell, and whispered through my sobbing into my ear, "One more day."
I cried.
Cold. It was so c-cold. I was groggy and tired when I awoke, a strange numbness and thick taste in my mouth, my eyes rolling to the top of my head and flitting over the ceiling, noticing how, even though it was raining a little, a bit of moonlight managed to creep through and shine some light on my floor. I sat up in bed, still freezing, and not sure why, my eyes glued to that spot on the floor, my only source of light, watching as the tiny shadows from the rain ran down the window. The room was black. Was it lights out already? A quick look at my clock told me yes. It was almost eleven at night and for some reason, realizing what time it was jerked me back into reality.
Oh my God. Mariku, he...Jesus. He drugged me. I looked down, horrified when I found that I was naked, the only thing covering me being a flimsy blanket that wasn't keeping me warm in the slightest. I shifted, wincing when my entrance throbbed from abuse. Like always, he'd left his mess there, just a sickly reminder, an insignia almost of what he'd done and like always, I had to get used to the gross feeling of that stuff stuck to me, stand and move around until I could walk like a normal person again, and then clean up the evidence.
I only grew more scared when I realized this was still the second day, he'd drugged me, forcing me to sleep the whole day away, and tomorrow would come in only a little while. A whole day, and entire day just wasted, and it only made the end come closer. He cheated, that's all that was.
I crushed the rag I'd been cleaning up the sheets with, causing warm water to trickle through the cracks of my fingers. I hated him. I hated Mariku so much. I just...I wanted him to die, God, I wanted him gone for good, out of my life forever. I wish I could overpower him for once, be the dominate one, the one on top of him, be the one to take him as he begged and pleaded, cried and screamed, and then I would laugh as I took him for my own pleasure. No, wait, what the hell was I saying? I wasn't...I wasn't really like this, was I? I wasn't a sadist like him.
Remember, Malik, he was born from you, he is you.
Curse my thoughts. I didn't want to be like him, I wanted nothing between us to be the same. I hated how he looked like me, stolen my physical appearance from me. I hated how his white blonde hair was like mine, how his lavender eyes mimicked mine, how he was stronger and more well-built than I was. He was...he was like my twin, my older twin. Everything he had, I had, only...he was the better one, the perfect one. I had always wanted to be like him, stronger, braver, powerful. I only lied to myself saying the things I did. I really did love Mariku, loved what he was, what he represented. Everything he had, I coveted. I didn't want to be afraid of the dark, of what Mariku was, God, I just wanted to be him, I wanted to have what he had. Envy. Jealousy. Desire. All these things, he brought forth the worst in me.
I was in the bathroom. It was dark, being powered by the blimp also, but that was just the lights. The water still worked and I desperately wanted a bath, to wash away the horrible things Mariku had done to me, the things he took when I was unconscious. How sick could he be? Taking advantage of someone when they were utterly helpless to defend themselves, when they couldn't even be conscious enough to scream and beg, that was what he was. Did I really want to be that? Yes and no.
I was a blind man in the tub, but things were easy to figure out. I found the faucet, the little lever on top that switched the water to the showerhead, and the shampoo and soap was all beside me. I sat down, crossing my legs, and let the water drip over me, wet my hair, fall down over my scars, and wash away the sticky stuff on my bottom down the drain. How it hurt down there so much. It even hurt to sit, but I was getting used to the pain by now. Having this happen to me four times already (I was actually starting to lose count), the pain was dulling, becoming natural almost. How awful.
Tears pooled over my eyes, mixing with the hot water and running down my cheeks. I was getting desperate. In no way did I want to submit to Mariku, even though I had broken down every single time he took me, and I really did want to fight him, but I was always too much of a coward, afraid of him telling those people my secret, of his wrath if I back talked. I...I didn't want to be killed most of all. He had made it clear that he would not kill me, even when the third day came and went, but that didn't make me feel any less worried about anything.
Wouldn't death be better than this, though? Death was easy, death was escape, a way out, death was getting away from life. Life was torture, life was hard. Why would someone as twisted and callous as Mariku kill me? Sure, the blood and screams from the victim would just fill him up inside and be right up his alley, but putting somebody through a hellish life, that would be even more fulfilling for him.
Was that his plan for the third day? To make me live? Maybe it had been that simple all along, for him to make me live, live through all of this, live through what I'd done, all the lies I'd told, live with the fact that those people could never be my friends, live with things I could never have, and wanted.
I lathered my body up in soap, enjoying the fruity smell emitting from the pink bar. I couldn't place the smell for the life of me, having not come across many fruits or things in my life, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. It felt good rubbing it against my skin, rubbing that smell onto me, and then washing away the bubbles. It all just felt good and clean, and through my tears, through my shaking in that hot water, I relaxed a little, wishing the water could wash away my memories of these past few days, wash away Mariku, everything he'd done. Even though it couldn't, even though the water only cleaned me physically and could never get rid of the trauma and mental damage, it was still relief and comfort, and I took my time with the shampoo, lathering it as much as possible, rinsing it out, and then lathering again. I didn't want to get out now, having gotten comfortable with sitting in the tub and having the hot water run over me, but the hot water wouldn't last forever, so I sat there, for what felt like hours, until it finally lost its steam and ran cool.
I stepped out into the dark, feeling around until I found a towel, and dried myself off as best as I could. I knew I wouldn't sleep tonight, having slept the whole day away, but it was fine. The longer the third day took getting here, the longer I had to wait until we landed in Domino and Mariku did with me what he willed.
I stepped back out into my freezing room, shivering when the small towel only covered my bottom half. It was too small to wrap around my shoulders, and I'd rather my chest freeze than my...other stuff. Leaning against the wall, I took a deep breath, drawing it out, and stared out the window at the rain that sailed down.
I had almost told Yuugi my secret today. Why did I do that? It was total spontaneity. I hadn't planned on doing that when I first walked in there and saw him, the only one, sitting in front of the TV, munching down on waffles and eggs. I didn't even bother figuring out where everyone else was, just assumed they had all still been in bed, and only when he brought up the fact that I had been pretty much sulking the past couple of days did I consider telling him. I was going to tell him, I really was, but I lost all nerve at the last minute, feeling Mariku watching me, and I feared his anger.
But...if I told them, then Mariku would no longer have anything to blackmail me with. He couldn't threaten me with it. Part of me wanted to spill the beans, just to see what happened, if they accepted me or not, but then another part told me to shut up, keep them as friends, as how they knew me, and let life continue on like it was. I...I didn't want to risk having them reject me. That would be worse than Mariku raping me over and over, because...because they had been so kind to me, after everything I'd done, those people stood by my side, and helped me.
I was torn. Lying to them like this made me sick. If I thought of them as friends, I shouldn't lie, I should tell them, even though it would pretty much destroy my life if I did. But, would keeping them in the dark be better? It would be better for me, but what about them? What mattered more? My pain, or their friendship? That was easy.
I...I wasn't ready. I wanted to keep them as friends, even through a lie, and I'd rather Mariku torture me than have them look down on me.
I leaned away from the wall, making to rummage around for some clothes, and I shouldn't have been surprised when long arms snaked around my waist and pulled me to a warm body, but it did and I jumped a mile high.
"Why so skittish, Hikari?" He laughed a little, nuzzling his face into my hair, and my anger boiled inside of me. Despite what I'd said earlier, I still hated him more than anything, that never changed, and I still feared him, but...I...I wanted to change.
I wanted to fight, at least have a little shred of dignity left. There was only one more day left. Would it really matter if he told them? I couldn't think left and right anymore. I was so jumbled with all of this, with what to do, with what really mattered to me or not, and I was about to scream from frustration. "Stop it, Mariku." Wow, I didn't stutter. My anger was starting to fuel me now, the fear still held the crown, but anger was starting to take over, and I let it, not worrying about the consequences. I was just so sick of all of this, of being helpless and dammit, I wanted to have a backbone for once.
His arms squeezed my sides and he dug his nails into my flesh. I jumped, not expecting it, but I did not cry out. "I don't like that tone, Hikari." His chin found my shoulder and he rested on it, leaning into my ear to whisper. "What's with the sharp tongue all of a sudden?" I could tell his brow was furrowed and he was frowning.
His voice, polluting the air, drowning me, his touches, dark and degrading, staining me, him, dark and imposing, killing me, and I was sick of it. I-I wouldn't take this anymore. I had a choice, I'd always had a choice, I just chose to bend over backwards like a sissy and let him tell me what to do. I created him, I gave him life, so I should have a choice with what he did or didn't do.
I reached up and snatched his arms from around me, apparently shocking him with being physical, and he gave me a confusing look when I scrambled out of his grasp and turned to face him, glaring right into his eyes. "I'm sick of you, Mariku. I'm sick of this, I'm sick of you touching me, I'm sick of you threatening me, I'm sick of everything you're doing, Mariku."
The look he gave me only made me angrier. He was cocking his head to the side, like a kitten looking at something it didn't understand, and then his mouth curled into a smile.
I called him on it. I was so, so tired of that same look, of that condescending smirk. "Will you stop with that damned smile of yours?! I'm tired of it and I'm fed up with you and everything you do!" God, he pissed me off, he pissed me off real bad. I hated him, I hated him, I HATED HIM! "Stop standing there smiling at me, dammit, you're pissing me off, now just go away!"
An uncomfortable silence set in, and I stood there, huffing from anger, glaring at him, and he stared back, smirking, watching me like he was studying me, like he was amused and entertained. And then he moved close to me, snatching my arm up so fast, I didn't have time to break free when his leg made contact with my ankles, sending me falling over backwards where he got on top of me just as fast, pinning me to the floor. I screamed, kicking and flailing and trying to punch him and hurt him and just DAMMIT, WHY DID HE DO THIS?!
"GET OFF ME, DAMMIT, GET OFF, MARIKU!" I wasn't going to lie back and let him have his way with me. I screamed at him, trying to scratch at his face, at that grin that stayed glued to his lips. I wanted to rip his face off, shed some blood, laugh and feel his warm blood on my fingers. "STOP IT, MARIKU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Get off, get off, he was too heavy, I couldn't get him off of me, and he was laughing as I screamed and yelled at him, hit and kicked and did everything, even tried biting him, and he laughed through it all, throwing his head back and laughing just as loud as I was screaming. "Fuck you, Mariku, fuck you, you bastard, get the hell off of me right now!"
One of his large hands caught my wrists so easily, too easily, and he twisted it, making it pop and I screamed. He hadn't broken it, but what he did hurt so bad, and I was crying, still screaming for him to let me go, get off of me, God, just don't do this, I'm sick of you, Mariku! Another wrist grabbed, and slammed to the ground with the other. My only weapon left was my legs and he had moved onto them, shifting his weight to keep both my body and my legs trapped to the floor. I was stuck, a prisoner once more, and I wailed at how weak I was, at how strong he was for subduing me even when I gave it my all.
I had fought, and lost, and he realized this, realized I had realized this, cruelly mocking me as he bent down and kissed me, licking my face, my cheeks, chin, lips, forcing that long tongue of his back into my mouth, licking my teeth, my tongue, everything, and then pulling it out. His mouth was still on mine and he sucked on my lips as I wailed and screamed into his mouth as he had his way with me. I was crying, letting the tears fall down in enormous amounts, like I had a waterfall of them waiting to be let go, and he licked them up, his tongue was everywhere, my mouth, eyes, lapping up those tears I spilt, and I was so focused on what he was doing to my face, I barely realized it when he had untied my towel, exposing my lower half.
He had to move off of me a little to do that, and when I felt that most of his weight was gone, I took the opportunity and kicked him as hard as I could in the stomach. He choked, and backed off of me, that insane smile still plastered to his face. Oh God, how I hated him. I had gotten him off of me, but he came back so fast, I wasn't able to even gather myself and make an escape, and his body was thrown back on top of mine, keeping me attached to the floor.
"Shit, get off of me, Mariku, I said GET OFF OF ME!" I pushed and jerked and did everything, but it was all hopeless. He wasn't moving, he wasn't letting up, giving any hints that my kick had even done any damage, and that smile was haunting me.
I was...I was powerless. I really was hopeless. I couldn't do it, I just couldn't. He had won, he'd won from the beginning and I'd lost, always lost. I fought, facing my fears and biting them down, physically beaten him to get him away from me, cursed him, yelled and screamed, and...it didn't work. I broke down, stopped all my fighting, all my resistance, and cried like a baby on the floor.
I gave up. What was the point anymore? Nothing I did, fighting, running away, hiding, nothing worked against him. He always won, he always got what he wanted, so what was the point in even trying to resist him anymore? He would rape me as many times as he wanted, the third day would come and he would do what he wanted because I had no power, I had nothing. There was just...there was no hope for me. I was trapped in the dark with him, never getting out.
I just lay there and sobbed, moaned and cried when he raped me once again, never giving me pleasure, only giving me pain, ripping and tearing open my entrance once more, and then hitting that spot that made everything better, even soothed the pain somewhat. I didn't stop the tears that fell when he was rough, rocking into me too hard and too fast, not giving me time to recover. It was my punishment for defying him, for thinking I could fight him. I didn't beg, didn't hit or kick or scream for him to stop, because Mariku always got what he wanted and it would be pointless to go against him, to think I could win because...I was nothing.
I just cried, sobbed and cried and cried until no more tears came out and then I kept crying. He knew I realized I was punished for this, and when I gave up, he knew that I knew it was all hopeless. And when he was finally done, he reached up like he always did to kiss me, as if in farewell, and whispered through my sobbing into my ear, "One more day."
I cried.