Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yume Oboro ❯ Chapter 5
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By: Celestial Reign 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 172 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 172 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Five
I don't remember closing my eyes. I don't remember falling asleep, dreaming, doing anything. All I know is that I woke up the next morning, groggy, disoriented, getting ready to go to school and try and catch the bathroom before Isis hogged it, and then I froze. Everything came crashing back in a heap and I swallowed a whimper that threatened to pop out. H-how could I have forgotten? How could I-could I have just forgotten about everything?
I was lying in that same bed, the one with the deep blue comforter that was wrapped around my body, almost like a cocoon, and the body behind me...the body behind me, keeping me trapped with their long arm draped over my waist, pulling me close to them. I felt tears spring up, but bit them down.
And I almost threw up. Mariku...he hadn't...God, how could I have fallen asleep like that? I had made myself vulnerable! He could've easily taken me without any fight and I would've been helpless. I swallowed to wet my throat, but calmed a little when I could feel my clothes still wrapped around me. That was a good sign, but it didn't mean anything. He could've taken me and put my clothes back on. How would I know? I didn't even remember closing my eyes to go to sleep. He must've still been holding me, hugging onto me almost like he didn't want me going anywhere.
My back was against his chest, and his arm was wrapped so tight, I couldn't move unless I wanted to wake him up. God, how could someone hold such a crushing grip in sleep? I held my breath when I felt him move, moan something incoherent, and shift a little, adjusting his arm a little and moving it down lower until it was below my navel. My heart thumped in my chest. That hand was invading more than my personal space. It was molesting me. His breath was suddenly on my ear and I froze again, too terrified to move. Why was I such a wuss? I knew why I was so scared. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to be raped, I didn't want to be hurt, but...wouldn't those things come anyway?
"Good morning, Malik." His lips touched my ear, kissing me a little. "Did you sleep well?"
What would be the point in being scared and not doing anything if I was just going to die anyway? He was crazy, he was going to hurt me, I knew that, I knew that all too well, so why not put up a fight? Why just sit back and let him do whatever he wanted? No, no, I couldn't be like that! I had to fight! Even if I...hated hitting other people, I could still get away from him. I could make exceptions for psychos.
"Malik, are you awa--" I jerked in his grip, not really expecting him to release me, but it got a rise out of him, shocking him a little where he loosened his hold. "What's the mat--"
Again, he was interrupted when I nabbed his arm, trying to pry him off of me. He was strong. He didn't budge. "Let me go," I growled, trying to appear as threatening as possible. I probably resembled a kitten trying to stand up to a pit bull.
His grip tightened, and I pulled him more. "What, you don't like me holding you?" His tone was amused, and it made me mad. What a perverted bastard, sitting there toying with me like this.
"Let me go." I said it with more force, showing him I wasn't playing, but he chuckled as if the joke was getting old.
"Why don't you make me?"
Maybe I will, you sick pervert. I moved my legs out from around the bed sheets and pushed against him, trying to get that arm out from around my waist. Dammit, dammit, let me go. GOD, why was I such a weakling?! I couldn't even move the man's arm off for God's sake! "Let me go! Get off of me, I said STOP TOUCHING ME!" I was yelling now, hoping that my loud voice would show him I was serious and wasn't going to lie back like a doll and not fight. He only laughed throughout my struggling, looking bored by my attempts and it only enraged me further. Bastard.
"I have an idea." He moved into my face, making me freeze again. "Why don't you kiss me? Then, maybe I'll let you go."
I frowned from anger, and shook a little with fear. This was still my kidnapper, he was still a psycho, and even though he had yet to physically hurt me, I was wary. I opted for my potty mouth to help me get out of this, even if it wasn't smart, it was still resistance. "Not in a million years, you fucker."
That snide smile of his slowly fell down into a frown and I felt a little victory cheer in my head. Hah, that wiped that stupid smirk off his face. "I don't think I like your tone, Malik."
I never learn, I really don't, and continued back talking and ignoring the threat in his voice. "Really? What are you, my mother? Why don't you learn some manners yourself, you sick bastard?"
I was picked up by my shoulders, and then thrown just as fast back onto the bed, Mariku shifting and crawling over to me where he straddled my hips. I was frozen again, racked with fear, and silently cursing him for doing this to me, for proving that my words...were just words. Nothing more. I could swear and snap all day, but did it really do anything?
I shook a little when he began sliding his fingers on my shoulders, massaging them as if in apology for being rough with me. "Wh-" Curse my stuttering. It just proved how scared I was, and even though I was scared to death, I didn't want to be in front of this man. God, I wanted to fight him, be a man myself, be big and strong and show that nothing could hurt me, nothing could bring me down. "What do you want?"
He shrugged, not looking at me, watching his own hand as it trailed from my shoulders and down my arms. "I already told you that. I want you to kiss me."
"I-I don't want to kiss you."
He smirked. "Alright. You don't have to." I almost melted in relief, but it was shot down and killed when he began fiddling with the zipper of my pants, taunting me, finally looking up at me as he pulled the zipper up and down, slowly. "You either kiss me, or I take your pants off and do whatever I want to you down there."
He...that bastard. I...God, I hated myself. This was all my own fault. If only I had never gone into that chatroom, if only I had never met...Mariku. What choice did I have? I couldn't fight him, I'd already proven less than useless in that department, and I definitely didn't want him raping me. Would kissing him really be that bad? Yes, yes, it would, but it could be tolerated. As long as my pants stayed on, as long as he stayed far away from that part of my body, I'd kiss him all day long.
"...Okay."
He grinned. "Good boy." Leaning up and away from my pants, he moved to my face, grinning, waiting for me to make the first move. "Well?"
I positioned myself up on my elbows, slamming my eyes shut and feeling my face gush heat as I gave him a quick peck on the lips. God, they were cold, but it was over.
"What the hell was that?" His voice fluctuated with amusement, and he chuckled at me. Ah, of course. Why did I think it'd be that easy? I opened my eyes to see him right in my face, lips touching mine, but not kissing. "You can do better than that, Malik. Come on. Long and hard."
I swallowed, frozen again, but complied, pressing my lips to his again, longer and harder. I wanted to cry, to be sick, because I didn't want this. Even though I was submitting...I didn't want to be raped, God, please just don't let him rape me. I'll kiss him all day long, as long as he doesn't go near there, as long as he doesn't touch me. I'll kiss him, I'll kiss him.
What a weakling I am.
But, he seemed satisfied that time and I let out a shaky sigh, glad to finally be detached from him, but as always, my victory was short-lived when he pushed me back down onto the bed, his mouth coming into contact with my neck and he began sucking.
"What...what are you doing?" Voice croaky, like I hadn't had water in days. Scared, so scared, couldn't move, couldn't fight back. "L-let go...stop...no, no..."
That warm and long tongue of his lashed out and assaulted my skin, lapping up, trailing up and all around, pressing down, and then he would suck, moaning as he did so, quickening, sucking hard.
Stop, stop, stop, no, no, he couldn't do this...I wouldn't let him! He said I only had to kiss him, so why was he doing this?! Liar, liar, he was a liar, and he was about to rape me. G-get away, Malik, run, for fuck's sake, DO SOMETHING! "STOP IT!" A flying fist, powered by fear, driven directly into Mariku's face, pushing him right off of me, and I scrambled out from under him. The hit had taken him off-guard, and I was able to leap off the bed, bolt across the floor, tear open the door, and run for my life.
The rest of the house was quiet and up until then, I had forgotten about Kisara, but all I cared about now was running. I had to get far, far away from Mariku. Put as much distance as possible between that pedophile and me. Not having a plan, just concentrating on running, I found myself in the living room, and froze upon seeing Kisara there, sitting on the couch. Her gaze flicked up at me and mine at the front door. Stupid, it was so stupid, but GOD, IT WAS RIGHT THERE! I flew, and Kisara rose, diving at me as I made a move for the door. The handle was right in my hand, I had just turned it and was about to be outside where I would just run, but spidery fingers found the back of my shirt and I screamed when I was pulled back into a body.
Bronzed arms wrapped around my chest, squeezing me tight and I struggled for air. "D-dammit, Malik, you aren't leaving!" I thrashed against Mariku's hold, only half-wondering how the hell he'd gotten here so fast, and beat and kicked against him, trying to get him off of me. "S-stop it, Malik!"
Kisara slid up beside us, a grin plastered to her face and she looked so calm and collected, like I wasn't trying to claw my way out of a psychopath's binding hold. "I don't think he likes it here, Mariku." She fiddled with her hair, pulling it behind her ear. "Maybe we should just let him go. He's only going to keep doing this."
"NO!" Mariku's shout was right in my ear and I flinched when he squeezed tighter, absolutely crushing my lungs. "I love him, Kisara, and he's staying here!"
The cold blue eyes rolled and Kisara went out of my view, mumbling something and probably heading back to the couch. "Just keep it down, will you? I can't watch the news with him screaming. Shut him up, Mariku."
Mariku bent down to my ear, all the while I kept thrashing, screaming, doing anything to get away from him. "Malik, I swear to God, if you don't stop this right now, I'm going to drug you, you hear me? I'll give you more of that stuff, that drug that paralyzes your body, and then I can do whatever I want to you then and you won't be able to do a thing about it."
I knew his threat wasn't empty, and I ceased struggling, my screams stifling down to whimpers, and I became lax in his hold, tears coming up and falling down. I just...I just wanted to go home. I didn't want to be here. God, at least let me see Isis one more time, let her know how much I love her.
"That's better. Come on." Fingers wrapped around my arm and I was dragged back to the same room I'd come from, thrown in a little too harshly upon entry. He was mad now, I could tell, and the red mark forming on his face didn't make me feel any better. But he was smiling, and I think that scared me even more. Scream at me or something, but God, don't smile like that when you're doing something so horrible.
I gripped the sides of the bed, trying to keep myself from falling to the floor as my knees buckled, and he was next to me again, and I could see now that he stood taller than me by at least another head. He was broader than me, more muscular, more toned...he was perfect. And had I randomly seen him on the streets somewhere, I could consider him good-looking, but he was so ugly now for what he was doing. He wasn't even human. "Please..." Ah, the begging comes in now. Jesus, how low will I go just to make sure he didn't kill me? He'd do it anyway, so there was no point, but I couldn't help it, because I wanted to live so bad. I wanted to see Isis, go home. Even if I didn't have any friends, anything was better than...than this. "Please let me go. I'll give you money if you want. I'll do whatever you want. Please, please let me go."
A finger found my chin and it was pushed up so that I was forced to stare into those empty orbs he called eyes. I could see as plain as day that there was no hope in those eyes. I wasn't getting out. I would die here. "No, Malik. I love you." Another kiss, more whimpers and trembles from me. How many times did I have to say it? I didn't want this, I didn't want this. I could say it all day long, but nothing changed, nothing was going to change. I was scared, I was scared. I was going to die. "And eventually, you'll love me, too." A peck on the forehead, a kiss on my cheek, my nose, and then the lips again. "So, stop being scared of me. How many times do I have to tell you that I won't hurt you? Don't be scared. Just love me."
I couldn't. I wouldn't. He was crazy to think I would...would just love him.
And then, "You loved Alice, didn't you?"
I felt my throat grow tight, my eyes wide. Th...th-that fucker. That sick asshole.
"All those times I was Alice, Malik, and you said you loved me. You loved Alice, and I am Alice, so how come you can't love me?"
I couldn't look up at him. I felt so stupid, so foolish and humiliated. It was all my fault. I stared at his chest. "You...I...I thought 'Alice' was a girl, a kid my age, someone I could relate to. I loved the 'Alice' I thought I knew, not a sick old man who hunts teenagers for his own sadistic amusement."
Those cold lips were back on my ear, and his breath was hot. "But, Malik, I am Alice, and you love Alice. You loved me. Why does this have to change things?"
I felt my anger boil and tried shoving him away, but his arms were looped back around me, crushing me against him once more. It seemed like his favorite method of incapacitating me. And it only made me madder because I knew he knew this was a perfect method. "Because you tricked me, you psycho! You made that lady dress up and look like the Alice I knew, made her trick me into believing she was some innocent little girl, and then you kidnapped me! Why the hell would I love you?!" More pushing against him, more crushing embrace as a result.
"Malik, don't fight me." His nose was pressed back into my hair. "I said I would make you love me, and I'm going to. You'll see."
Crazy, he's crazy to think I'd love someone like him. I pulled away from him again, and when he squeezed me tight, I could tell he was getting annoyed with me again.
"Malik, stop fighting me." I was pulled away from him, his fingers still digging into my shoulders as he squeezed me, and I shot him a glare.
"Then stop holding me hostage here, you fuck--"
It was so quick, I barely registered it. A bronzed hand flew up, slapping me straight across the face, so hard that my entire head was forced in that direction, and I froze.
S-so, all that crap about him 'loving' me and saying he 'wouldn't hurt' me...it was all lies, but I had known that from the start, so why...why did him hitting me strike a nerve? Because it made reality set in. This was real, what I was going through was real. And he had just hit me, he hit me, he hit me, he was going to kill me, and maybe rape me, but he was going to kill me. Death never seemed so scary as it did before, and I whimpered a little, frozen in his hold, not daring to move, and tears fell down my face again from fright. He...he terrified me. I couldn't fight him, who the hell was I kidding thinking I could stand up to him?
Again, I was being hugged by him, his large arms wrapped gently around me, his fingers combing through my hair. "Oh Malik, I'm sorry, don't be scared." Had I not just been hit by him, his voice would've sounded guilty, but it was just another lie. As always, I was shaking in his hold. "I won't hurt you, I promise, but I don't want you talking to me that way. I don't like it when you swear at me." The guilt was gone from his voice and he was back to his old self in no time. "I won't tolerate swearing from you, Malik. I don't want to hurt you, but if you hit me or cuss at me again, I will do what I said I would and drug you."
His threats weren't empty. They were real. He would hurt me, he would hurt me, and I cried in his hold, allowing him to hold me and pet my hair. Please, Mariku...please, kill me, kill me before you rape me. I don't want to be alive when you do it, because I know you'll do it. I know you will hurt me, I know you'll kill me, so just kill me before you hurt me.
"I love you, Malik. I really do. Don't be scared."
False words, spoken straight from a liar. But, I was wiser now, and I knew a fake when I saw one. Had I only been this smart back then, had things only been different, then maybe I wouldn't die here, maybe I would've lived a normal life instead.
"I love you."
Liar.
I don't remember closing my eyes. I don't remember falling asleep, dreaming, doing anything. All I know is that I woke up the next morning, groggy, disoriented, getting ready to go to school and try and catch the bathroom before Isis hogged it, and then I froze. Everything came crashing back in a heap and I swallowed a whimper that threatened to pop out. H-how could I have forgotten? How could I-could I have just forgotten about everything?
I was lying in that same bed, the one with the deep blue comforter that was wrapped around my body, almost like a cocoon, and the body behind me...the body behind me, keeping me trapped with their long arm draped over my waist, pulling me close to them. I felt tears spring up, but bit them down.
And I almost threw up. Mariku...he hadn't...God, how could I have fallen asleep like that? I had made myself vulnerable! He could've easily taken me without any fight and I would've been helpless. I swallowed to wet my throat, but calmed a little when I could feel my clothes still wrapped around me. That was a good sign, but it didn't mean anything. He could've taken me and put my clothes back on. How would I know? I didn't even remember closing my eyes to go to sleep. He must've still been holding me, hugging onto me almost like he didn't want me going anywhere.
My back was against his chest, and his arm was wrapped so tight, I couldn't move unless I wanted to wake him up. God, how could someone hold such a crushing grip in sleep? I held my breath when I felt him move, moan something incoherent, and shift a little, adjusting his arm a little and moving it down lower until it was below my navel. My heart thumped in my chest. That hand was invading more than my personal space. It was molesting me. His breath was suddenly on my ear and I froze again, too terrified to move. Why was I such a wuss? I knew why I was so scared. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to be raped, I didn't want to be hurt, but...wouldn't those things come anyway?
"Good morning, Malik." His lips touched my ear, kissing me a little. "Did you sleep well?"
What would be the point in being scared and not doing anything if I was just going to die anyway? He was crazy, he was going to hurt me, I knew that, I knew that all too well, so why not put up a fight? Why just sit back and let him do whatever he wanted? No, no, I couldn't be like that! I had to fight! Even if I...hated hitting other people, I could still get away from him. I could make exceptions for psychos.
"Malik, are you awa--" I jerked in his grip, not really expecting him to release me, but it got a rise out of him, shocking him a little where he loosened his hold. "What's the mat--"
Again, he was interrupted when I nabbed his arm, trying to pry him off of me. He was strong. He didn't budge. "Let me go," I growled, trying to appear as threatening as possible. I probably resembled a kitten trying to stand up to a pit bull.
His grip tightened, and I pulled him more. "What, you don't like me holding you?" His tone was amused, and it made me mad. What a perverted bastard, sitting there toying with me like this.
"Let me go." I said it with more force, showing him I wasn't playing, but he chuckled as if the joke was getting old.
"Why don't you make me?"
Maybe I will, you sick pervert. I moved my legs out from around the bed sheets and pushed against him, trying to get that arm out from around my waist. Dammit, dammit, let me go. GOD, why was I such a weakling?! I couldn't even move the man's arm off for God's sake! "Let me go! Get off of me, I said STOP TOUCHING ME!" I was yelling now, hoping that my loud voice would show him I was serious and wasn't going to lie back like a doll and not fight. He only laughed throughout my struggling, looking bored by my attempts and it only enraged me further. Bastard.
"I have an idea." He moved into my face, making me freeze again. "Why don't you kiss me? Then, maybe I'll let you go."
I frowned from anger, and shook a little with fear. This was still my kidnapper, he was still a psycho, and even though he had yet to physically hurt me, I was wary. I opted for my potty mouth to help me get out of this, even if it wasn't smart, it was still resistance. "Not in a million years, you fucker."
That snide smile of his slowly fell down into a frown and I felt a little victory cheer in my head. Hah, that wiped that stupid smirk off his face. "I don't think I like your tone, Malik."
I never learn, I really don't, and continued back talking and ignoring the threat in his voice. "Really? What are you, my mother? Why don't you learn some manners yourself, you sick bastard?"
I was picked up by my shoulders, and then thrown just as fast back onto the bed, Mariku shifting and crawling over to me where he straddled my hips. I was frozen again, racked with fear, and silently cursing him for doing this to me, for proving that my words...were just words. Nothing more. I could swear and snap all day, but did it really do anything?
I shook a little when he began sliding his fingers on my shoulders, massaging them as if in apology for being rough with me. "Wh-" Curse my stuttering. It just proved how scared I was, and even though I was scared to death, I didn't want to be in front of this man. God, I wanted to fight him, be a man myself, be big and strong and show that nothing could hurt me, nothing could bring me down. "What do you want?"
He shrugged, not looking at me, watching his own hand as it trailed from my shoulders and down my arms. "I already told you that. I want you to kiss me."
"I-I don't want to kiss you."
He smirked. "Alright. You don't have to." I almost melted in relief, but it was shot down and killed when he began fiddling with the zipper of my pants, taunting me, finally looking up at me as he pulled the zipper up and down, slowly. "You either kiss me, or I take your pants off and do whatever I want to you down there."
He...that bastard. I...God, I hated myself. This was all my own fault. If only I had never gone into that chatroom, if only I had never met...Mariku. What choice did I have? I couldn't fight him, I'd already proven less than useless in that department, and I definitely didn't want him raping me. Would kissing him really be that bad? Yes, yes, it would, but it could be tolerated. As long as my pants stayed on, as long as he stayed far away from that part of my body, I'd kiss him all day long.
"...Okay."
He grinned. "Good boy." Leaning up and away from my pants, he moved to my face, grinning, waiting for me to make the first move. "Well?"
I positioned myself up on my elbows, slamming my eyes shut and feeling my face gush heat as I gave him a quick peck on the lips. God, they were cold, but it was over.
"What the hell was that?" His voice fluctuated with amusement, and he chuckled at me. Ah, of course. Why did I think it'd be that easy? I opened my eyes to see him right in my face, lips touching mine, but not kissing. "You can do better than that, Malik. Come on. Long and hard."
I swallowed, frozen again, but complied, pressing my lips to his again, longer and harder. I wanted to cry, to be sick, because I didn't want this. Even though I was submitting...I didn't want to be raped, God, please just don't let him rape me. I'll kiss him all day long, as long as he doesn't go near there, as long as he doesn't touch me. I'll kiss him, I'll kiss him.
What a weakling I am.
But, he seemed satisfied that time and I let out a shaky sigh, glad to finally be detached from him, but as always, my victory was short-lived when he pushed me back down onto the bed, his mouth coming into contact with my neck and he began sucking.
"What...what are you doing?" Voice croaky, like I hadn't had water in days. Scared, so scared, couldn't move, couldn't fight back. "L-let go...stop...no, no..."
That warm and long tongue of his lashed out and assaulted my skin, lapping up, trailing up and all around, pressing down, and then he would suck, moaning as he did so, quickening, sucking hard.
Stop, stop, stop, no, no, he couldn't do this...I wouldn't let him! He said I only had to kiss him, so why was he doing this?! Liar, liar, he was a liar, and he was about to rape me. G-get away, Malik, run, for fuck's sake, DO SOMETHING! "STOP IT!" A flying fist, powered by fear, driven directly into Mariku's face, pushing him right off of me, and I scrambled out from under him. The hit had taken him off-guard, and I was able to leap off the bed, bolt across the floor, tear open the door, and run for my life.
The rest of the house was quiet and up until then, I had forgotten about Kisara, but all I cared about now was running. I had to get far, far away from Mariku. Put as much distance as possible between that pedophile and me. Not having a plan, just concentrating on running, I found myself in the living room, and froze upon seeing Kisara there, sitting on the couch. Her gaze flicked up at me and mine at the front door. Stupid, it was so stupid, but GOD, IT WAS RIGHT THERE! I flew, and Kisara rose, diving at me as I made a move for the door. The handle was right in my hand, I had just turned it and was about to be outside where I would just run, but spidery fingers found the back of my shirt and I screamed when I was pulled back into a body.
Bronzed arms wrapped around my chest, squeezing me tight and I struggled for air. "D-dammit, Malik, you aren't leaving!" I thrashed against Mariku's hold, only half-wondering how the hell he'd gotten here so fast, and beat and kicked against him, trying to get him off of me. "S-stop it, Malik!"
Kisara slid up beside us, a grin plastered to her face and she looked so calm and collected, like I wasn't trying to claw my way out of a psychopath's binding hold. "I don't think he likes it here, Mariku." She fiddled with her hair, pulling it behind her ear. "Maybe we should just let him go. He's only going to keep doing this."
"NO!" Mariku's shout was right in my ear and I flinched when he squeezed tighter, absolutely crushing my lungs. "I love him, Kisara, and he's staying here!"
The cold blue eyes rolled and Kisara went out of my view, mumbling something and probably heading back to the couch. "Just keep it down, will you? I can't watch the news with him screaming. Shut him up, Mariku."
Mariku bent down to my ear, all the while I kept thrashing, screaming, doing anything to get away from him. "Malik, I swear to God, if you don't stop this right now, I'm going to drug you, you hear me? I'll give you more of that stuff, that drug that paralyzes your body, and then I can do whatever I want to you then and you won't be able to do a thing about it."
I knew his threat wasn't empty, and I ceased struggling, my screams stifling down to whimpers, and I became lax in his hold, tears coming up and falling down. I just...I just wanted to go home. I didn't want to be here. God, at least let me see Isis one more time, let her know how much I love her.
"That's better. Come on." Fingers wrapped around my arm and I was dragged back to the same room I'd come from, thrown in a little too harshly upon entry. He was mad now, I could tell, and the red mark forming on his face didn't make me feel any better. But he was smiling, and I think that scared me even more. Scream at me or something, but God, don't smile like that when you're doing something so horrible.
I gripped the sides of the bed, trying to keep myself from falling to the floor as my knees buckled, and he was next to me again, and I could see now that he stood taller than me by at least another head. He was broader than me, more muscular, more toned...he was perfect. And had I randomly seen him on the streets somewhere, I could consider him good-looking, but he was so ugly now for what he was doing. He wasn't even human. "Please..." Ah, the begging comes in now. Jesus, how low will I go just to make sure he didn't kill me? He'd do it anyway, so there was no point, but I couldn't help it, because I wanted to live so bad. I wanted to see Isis, go home. Even if I didn't have any friends, anything was better than...than this. "Please let me go. I'll give you money if you want. I'll do whatever you want. Please, please let me go."
A finger found my chin and it was pushed up so that I was forced to stare into those empty orbs he called eyes. I could see as plain as day that there was no hope in those eyes. I wasn't getting out. I would die here. "No, Malik. I love you." Another kiss, more whimpers and trembles from me. How many times did I have to say it? I didn't want this, I didn't want this. I could say it all day long, but nothing changed, nothing was going to change. I was scared, I was scared. I was going to die. "And eventually, you'll love me, too." A peck on the forehead, a kiss on my cheek, my nose, and then the lips again. "So, stop being scared of me. How many times do I have to tell you that I won't hurt you? Don't be scared. Just love me."
I couldn't. I wouldn't. He was crazy to think I would...would just love him.
And then, "You loved Alice, didn't you?"
I felt my throat grow tight, my eyes wide. Th...th-that fucker. That sick asshole.
"All those times I was Alice, Malik, and you said you loved me. You loved Alice, and I am Alice, so how come you can't love me?"
I couldn't look up at him. I felt so stupid, so foolish and humiliated. It was all my fault. I stared at his chest. "You...I...I thought 'Alice' was a girl, a kid my age, someone I could relate to. I loved the 'Alice' I thought I knew, not a sick old man who hunts teenagers for his own sadistic amusement."
Those cold lips were back on my ear, and his breath was hot. "But, Malik, I am Alice, and you love Alice. You loved me. Why does this have to change things?"
I felt my anger boil and tried shoving him away, but his arms were looped back around me, crushing me against him once more. It seemed like his favorite method of incapacitating me. And it only made me madder because I knew he knew this was a perfect method. "Because you tricked me, you psycho! You made that lady dress up and look like the Alice I knew, made her trick me into believing she was some innocent little girl, and then you kidnapped me! Why the hell would I love you?!" More pushing against him, more crushing embrace as a result.
"Malik, don't fight me." His nose was pressed back into my hair. "I said I would make you love me, and I'm going to. You'll see."
Crazy, he's crazy to think I'd love someone like him. I pulled away from him again, and when he squeezed me tight, I could tell he was getting annoyed with me again.
"Malik, stop fighting me." I was pulled away from him, his fingers still digging into my shoulders as he squeezed me, and I shot him a glare.
"Then stop holding me hostage here, you fuck--"
It was so quick, I barely registered it. A bronzed hand flew up, slapping me straight across the face, so hard that my entire head was forced in that direction, and I froze.
S-so, all that crap about him 'loving' me and saying he 'wouldn't hurt' me...it was all lies, but I had known that from the start, so why...why did him hitting me strike a nerve? Because it made reality set in. This was real, what I was going through was real. And he had just hit me, he hit me, he hit me, he was going to kill me, and maybe rape me, but he was going to kill me. Death never seemed so scary as it did before, and I whimpered a little, frozen in his hold, not daring to move, and tears fell down my face again from fright. He...he terrified me. I couldn't fight him, who the hell was I kidding thinking I could stand up to him?
Again, I was being hugged by him, his large arms wrapped gently around me, his fingers combing through my hair. "Oh Malik, I'm sorry, don't be scared." Had I not just been hit by him, his voice would've sounded guilty, but it was just another lie. As always, I was shaking in his hold. "I won't hurt you, I promise, but I don't want you talking to me that way. I don't like it when you swear at me." The guilt was gone from his voice and he was back to his old self in no time. "I won't tolerate swearing from you, Malik. I don't want to hurt you, but if you hit me or cuss at me again, I will do what I said I would and drug you."
His threats weren't empty. They were real. He would hurt me, he would hurt me, and I cried in his hold, allowing him to hold me and pet my hair. Please, Mariku...please, kill me, kill me before you rape me. I don't want to be alive when you do it, because I know you'll do it. I know you will hurt me, I know you'll kill me, so just kill me before you hurt me.
"I love you, Malik. I really do. Don't be scared."
False words, spoken straight from a liar. But, I was wiser now, and I knew a fake when I saw one. Had I only been this smart back then, had things only been different, then maybe I wouldn't die here, maybe I would've lived a normal life instead.
"I love you."
Liar.