Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yume Oboro ❯ Chapter 7

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Seven
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The sound of the rain splattering against the window was one of the first things I registered as my eyes opened and I began to wake up. The second...
"Good morning, Malik."
God...God, God, God, no. No, no, no. I couldn't take this. I gripped the covers, squeezing them beneath my fingers, trying my hardest not to cry, but the tears came anyway, and I tried ignoring Mariku's arm looping around my waist and pulling me close to him. Don't touch me, don't touch me, no, no, no.
"Malik, don't cry. I don't want you sad."
What twisted and crooked things he said, what lies and false comforts he spewed out. He was a monster, a horrible demon who was going to kill me the second I let my guard down. He was dangerous, he'd kidnapped me, kept me prisoner here, he'd r-raped me, he raped me, he raped me, he-- Tears fell so much, there was no way of stopping them and I reached up through his arm, covering my face and cried into my hands. What was I going to do? I couldn't do anything. I couldn't run, I couldn't fight him, he was so much stronger than me, I couldn't get help, nobody would help me.
Please, somebody, please help me. I don't want to be here, I don't want to be with him, please, please help me. I want to see my sister again. I want to let her know I'm alive. Please, if there are any gods up there listening, help me.
"Malik."
His fingers found my hands and he tried wrenching them away from my face, but I kept them glued. I didn't want him seeing me cry like this, seeing what he's done to me. I'm so pathetic.
"Malik, look at me."
No. I wouldn't...I wouldn't give into him. I couldn't physically hold him off, couldn't fight him off that way, but I could still resist. I wouldn't let him drag me down that low.
"Malik." His voice was getting a little frustrated when I wouldn't face him, wouldn't let him make me face him. "Malik, just look at me." When I continued to cry into my hands and ignore him, he growled and nabbed my arms, forcing me to turn around and face him. My eyes were closed, tears coating my cheeks, I still refused to look at him, and I heard him sigh before a finger was placed against my face, clearing away the tears that fell. "Malik, I love you." And then I was being kissed again.
I finally did open my eyes when he pushed me down against the bed, his lips still attached to mine, and the tears never stopped. He broke away and stroked my cheek, smiling down at me as he climbed over me and I froze. He wouldn't...he wouldn't do it again so soon, would he? I knew from the moment I woke up in this hell that I was going to die, and I knew the moment I found out Mariku was the one who initiated everything, the mastermind behind the entire charade, that he would eventually rape me, and he did. And he would kill me, I knew that. He was crazy, he was going to kill me, I would die, I would d-die.
"Malik, I love you so much." He leaned down, pulling my head up a little so he could wrap his arms around me and pull me up to him, and he kissed my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. "Just love me back. You aren't leaving, I won't let you, so just give up."
Give up... Giving up would be so easy. Too easy. But, I wasn't ready for that. I could still fight, I was going to fight, even if he had...r-raped me. I-I wouldn't let him win, I wouldn't be the weaker one, I wanted to fight him. Even if I died trying, I'd rather die a fighter than a coward. I'd rather die fighting than giving up.
As soon as his lips trailed down my ear, down my neck, and back up to my face, he let that long tongue of his come out and attack my lips. I clamped my own shut, but he pressed against me, demanding entrance. "Malik, open up." No, I wouldn't give into him! "Malik." Rough hands were digging into my ribs and I whimpered through my teeth. How dare he...do something so low-down such as tickling me to make me laugh? My body betrayed me in the end, it always did, whether he was raping me or tickling me, or just touching me, and a gasping choking sound crept out, and he took that tiny second my mouth was open to stick his tongue in.
No! Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT, I was so sick of him winning all the time! He couldn't do this, he...he wasn't. I wasn't going to let him. That horrible tongue, that long and wet thing spiraled around my mouth and he licked my own tongue, the top of my mouth, my teeth, and I bit down on him. The reaction was instant: He let out a yelp and leaned off of me, cupping his mouth and hissing in pain. He was still straddling me, on top of me, and I tried wiggling out from under him only to have him reach down with his free hand to snatch my shoulder. His nails dug into my flesh and I grit my teeth to try and not cry out.
Blood flew from his mouth, dripped down his chin, and fell onto my bare chest. He was angry, he was enraged, I could see it all in his face, and I slammed my eyes shut, preparing myself for his wrath. I think I was even more terrified when...nothing happened. I almost cried out when I felt his hand return to my face, stroking it gently. How can...he was so screwed up, he was a psycho. God, God, he was going to kill me. I shivered a little, and then his hand was petting my face.
"Malik." No, no, that voice, that soft voice, was misleading. He was mad, he was about to kill me, don't look, Malik, don't look at him. "Why do you hate me? I just want you to love me."
I felt anger boil up again and my eyes snapped open. I was terrified of him, scared to death, because I didn't want to die, but he made me mad with the things he said. What in the world possessed him to make him think I would love him? "Are you crazy?" My voice was choked and shaking, and it was pathetic, I was pathetic, by trying to make it sound big and threatening. "I won't love you and you're stupid to think I will." I bit my lip. Stop it, Malik, don't cry in front of him, don't let him see how weak you are!
He almost looked sad, disappointed, and dejected, but how could a monster like him be capable of those things when he had no qualms about hitting me, choking me, drugging me, RAPING ME? "Then...I'll make you love me." Those lips, those horrible cold and lifeless lips were on mine again and I jerked a little, but he was so much stronger than I, and I was held down easily.
Why? Just...just why? Why couldn't I fight him? Why couldn't I get away? This was a crime! This was evil, what he was doing to me. He was the demon, the monster, the devil, and he was committing the crime, so how come I couldn't fight him, get away, rescue myself from the evil? Was it punishment? Was it my punishment for not listening to Isis when she told me not to talk to strangers online? I'm sorry, sis, I'm sorry, I should've listened to you.
I sobbed when he ran that tongue all over my face, sucking on my jaw, moving down to suck on my neck, lap at it, kiss it, defile it with his twisted and crooked ways, and his fingers...those long and cold things touched me, degraded me, and molested me as he touched whatever he wanted, but what could I do? What was there to do?
He would kill me, so what was the point in resisting anymore? Why did I think that by not giving up, that by fighting him, that it would change anything?
I had been raped, I was being raped, he was raping me all over again, repeating that horrible thing he'd done to me the night before, and all I could do was lie there like a whore and take it. God, I'm horrible. I let him rape me, I even...I even loved it. I loved what he did, and I hated him for it. He made me want it, he made me moan from the pleasure, he made me writhe around and make all the necessary noises just like a slut.
I sobbed when he grabbed me, when he wrapped those long and warm fingers of his around me and squeezed, making me wince, but then he pumped it and it wasn't long before it grew hard. I was surprised at myself for speaking, for doing something that I knew was hopeless from the beginning. "Mariku, please." Tears fell, clouded my eyes, and he was a blur of color. "Mariku, please don't do this. I don't want it." I just wanted to go home...
Ignoring me, he gripped me harder and continued moving up and down. It was becoming harder and harder not to like it. I sobbed harder and harder, and he looked up at me, smiling, licking away some blood that still fell from his mouth. "Malik, I only do this because I love you. You'll love it, you'll love me, just sit back and enjoy it."
Isis, oh Isis, I love you so much. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for going against you, for doing something you told me not to. I love you, I'm going to die, I'm sorry. "I'm sorry." I covered my face with my hands again, not wanting him to see me, and I didn't want to see him.
"Shh, it's okay. I love you so much, I wouldn't do this with just anyone, Malik. Only you." His hands left me, but that feeling still lingered there, and I was hard, and I wanted more, dammit, he made me want more.
I almost screamed out when I felt something hot and invading enclose itself around me. His mouth, his mouth was on me again, he tightened, licking my head, and my hands were still attached to my face as I cried into them. That long and warm tongue of his was going all around and GOD, it felt good. I could feel my muscles tightening, feel it all as he stimulated me, got me harder, bobbed up and down. I swallowed. No, no, no, this was rape, he was raping me, I wasn't supposed to enjoy it, I wasn't supposed to feel pleasure. God, why...why are our bodies made this way? Why when we don't want it, do they react that way anyway? It's torture, it's horrible, I want to die, please, please, Mariku, kill me, don't hurt me.
Don't do it, don't do it, I told myself over and over not to let it feel good, stop making it feel good, but it was incoherent babbles in the back of my mind. I could spew them out all day long, but they didn't mean anything, they didn't do anything, and I couldn't help it when Mariku hummed onto me, bobbed up and down, licked, licked me all over, and I felt heat pool into my stomach, felt waves of it as I came so close. I...I wanted it, God, I wanted this badly, I wanted him to do it harder, he wasn't going fast enough! I bucked my hips to get more friction, going up into his mouth, and he laughed a little, putting more vibration to it, and went faster.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, forgive me for loving this, for loving him as he did it. I loved him, I loved what he did, I loved everything. I'd be lying if I said I didn't. I'm sorry.
I choked out a sob when I could feel orgasm creep up further and further and I just wanted to explode right now! I cried out when I climaxed into his mouth and he must've swallowed everything, because he was still attached, his tongue lapping up around me again, almost like he was cleaning up the mess, and he finally let go.
I cried, I cried hard, not holding back those thick tears that pooled down and streaked my face. It was wonderful, the building up, the pleasure, and then the release, it was all just--God, I loved it. I lay down, almost disappointed with myself, for having it end so fast, but I couldn't handle that much stimulation, I couldn't hold it back, and I wanted to kill myself for it, for wanting to draw it out, for wanting Mariku's mouth on me, his hot, hot mouth and experienced tongue.
I loved him for it, so I hated myself for loving it. What was wrong with me? I was such a whore. I hated it, I hated everything, and I especially hated him. I hated that I loved him, that I loved what he did, because he was right, it did feel so good, and I did enjoy it.
"Malik, Malik, don't cry." As always, his voice was soothing and he cupped my cheeks, bringing my face up to his where he kissed away at it. "You're so beautiful. Don't cry. It's okay."
Would it be so bad to give up? I would die anyway, so fighting would just be wasted. I would be wasting valuable energy and time fighting him.
I was tugged forward and he hugged me, brushing his fingers through my hair. "I love you, Malik, I love you so much. I'll do this for you everyday if you want me to. I'll make you feel good everyday."
Please...
I was sobbing, crying into his shoulder, but I didn't hug him back. Instead, I whispered in his ear, trying to gain my voice, but it was choked and stiff through crying so much. "Please...Mariku, kill me. I don't want this, I don't want your...I don't want your love. If this is what love is, I don't want it." He stopped petting my hair, listening to me. "Please, go ahead and kill me. I don't want it." I was practically blinded when he pulled me away, I was crying so much. How could I cry this much and still have tears to shed?
"Malik, how could you ask me that? I won't hurt you, you know that." He wiped some of my tears away, giving me a small smile before planting some kisses to my face. I tried ignoring them, but they burned like fire. Every little cold kiss hurt. "Don't be scared. I won't hurt you."
I shook my head, trying to move away from him as he continued kissing me. "No. I hate you."
He stopped trying to get at my face and let out a sigh, leaning back a little. He almost looked disappointed by my response, but the grip he was holding on my arm told me he was getting mad. How childish of him, to instantly grow angry when something didn't please him. It may have been childish of him, but he was still dangerous and a mad Mariku was a deadly Mariku. "Malik, don't say that. I will make you love me, you will love me, so stop saying that."
And I jumped in, ignoring the voice in the back of my head that screamed at me to keep my mouth shut. "Then, stop doing this to me. If you love me, stop it."
"No, I have to do it, to show you how much I love you."
"Then, just stop it!" I had finally stopped crying and was glaring at him. The tiny voice was screaming, pleading. Shut up, Malik, shut up before he kills you. Stop talking! "No matter how many times you say it, or do the things you do, I won't love you!"
Those lavender eyes of his shined with what could have been...hurt. He released my arm, returning it to his lap, and he looked down, silent, looking, for the first time since I'd seen him, lost and...confused, like he couldn't figure out what I'd said or what it meant. "Malik..." Even his voice was cracked, choked and forced out.
Would he finally see? Would he finally realize that this wasn't love, that he was forcing me to do something I didn't want to? Maybe there was hope, maybe if he saw that I didn't love him, that I refused to participate in his sick games, maybe he would let me go. If I didn't love him and refused to love him, he'd have no reason to keep me here.
I was nervous. I didn't like how silent he'd become, how he'd grown so dejected from all that talk of love he'd done earlier. I was afraid of what he'd say, but I didn't have to wait long, nor did I have to be afraid of what he'd say.
My arm was tugged forward and I winced when he rose from the bed, jerking me up with so much force, I felt like my arm was coming out of its socket, and he dragged me across the room, both of us still naked from the night before. He tore the bedroom door open and carried me down the hall, never loosening the death grip he had on my arm, and I whimpered in pain, too scared to fight back, too afraid of what he was doing to try and pull away. The bathroom door came into view and he slammed the door open, piling us in before slamming it shut again and locking it. He finally released my arm and walked to the tub, plugging it up and turning both the hot and cold knobs on as far as they would go. I felt like an idiot standing there. I could've unlocked that door and run away, could've tried running again, but the thought barely registered with me when he grabbed me again, pulling me to the edge of the tub.
"Get in," he growled, voice low and threatening, and I listened, scared, so scared of what he was doing. He was mad, he was so mad right now, I could tell, and I almost sobbed at it. Would he kill me now? Would he strangle me or maybe cut me open? I was scared, shivering when he reached over to turn the knobs off, the lukewarm water rising almost to my chest. What would he--
The back of my neck was grabbed and I was given no warning before he pushed my head under the water. I flailed my arms around. Oh my God, oh my God, he was drowning me! I c-couldn't breathe, I couldn't breathe! I struggled with him, trying to pull my head back up and suck in air, but he was stronger than I and held me down. I screamed in the water, only producing bubbles, and tried scratching behind me at the hand that held me down, and I found his arm, gripping it, trying to pull it away. It was like trying to pull a truck off of me. He was too strong, dammit, he was too strong. He was going to kill me, I WAS ABOUT TO DIE! Lightheaded...no air...air, air, I needed air.
The hand was removed and I sputtered and splashed as sweet and wonderful air was sucked into my lungs. I coughed and shivered, feeling like I was about to pass out. I gripped the sides of the tub, water falling from my fingers and hitting the floor and...I cried. Because Mariku was such a liar. He said he wouldn't hurt me, yet he did. He said he loved me, but he didn't. He lied about everything, and he would kill me one day. I didn't believe him from the start, but...I just cried.
And he was behind me, sinking down into the tub, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his lap. I shook, still coughing and choking, trying to fill my lungs with as much air before he decided to hold me back under, but his lips were on the back of my neck and he was kissing me again. "Malik, I'm sorry, I love you, I really do, so don't say things like you do." He pulled my wet hair to the side and dove his face into the back of my neck, letting out his tongue every now and then to lick it. "Love me, Malik. Just love me. You're only hurting yourself by denying it."
I sobbed as he held me, as he drew circles around my chest and touched me and kissed me and molested me just like he'd always done, just like he always will.
Would it really be that bad? He...he was right. I was just torturing myself with this. If I defied him, got him angry enough, I knew he'd kill me, and I didn't want to die. I wanted to live, if not for myself, then for Isis. I couldn't leave her alone, not after our parents just died. She would be crushed and the thought of her being alone scared me even more than Mariku raping me over and over did.
I gasped in some more air, thankful for it, for life. I wanted to live, I really did, even if I had to go through this, because I wanted to get away and return to Isis. That was my goal, that had become my new dream.
Sis...I'm really sorry, I'm so sorry for not listening to you. I guess I deserve this, I guess this is my punishment for disobeying you. Please forgive me.
As Mariku stroked and petted me, kissed and touched me, licked and loved me, I became relaxed in his hold, no longer struggling, no longer fighting, no more shouting or back talk, or resistance.
I...I gave up.