The kiss was rough, forced, cruel, everything a kiss shouldn’t be. Hands moved roughly around her body, hurriedly trying to pull the clothes off, trying to get his own off too. Soft, silky locks of spiky hair fell over her face, a dim violet-red glow surged from the eyes that opened slightly to gaze at her.
It was all happening in slow motion, and Fue-chan couldn’t stop it. The weight of Zei’s body held her down to the floor, the iron grip he had on her wrists wasn’t letting go. She could feel herself trying to shriek, trying to scream for help, but a fierce pain welled up in her mouth; she could feel the blood coating her lips and chin and neck. Zei ran his tongue up this mouth, tasting it, reveling in her pain, meeting her mouth with his own and delving his tongue in to taste more fresh blood.
It seemed as if the whole world was watching. She couldn’t stand the thought of people watching her get raped. She didn’t want Eran and Jerome and Kiju and Grey and Hazel to see her get shamed this way, get dirtied this way. Zei and her were alone in the room, but it felt like everyone was watching, observing. Tears streaked her cheeks as she make pitiful squeaking sounds of panic. But it was entirely useless. She was a weak human with absolutely no powers trying to escape from one of the most powerful mazokus there ever was. Should she just give up now and hope she passed out? Throw her head back against the floor to help it out more. She was almost completely naked now, and Zei had taken the liberty of taking off his own shirt and was working on his pants now. She sobbed and shook and wanted to vomit all over the mazoku she was so scared. /Please, please/ pass out! She screamed at herself, wondering why the hell she hadn’t, when she was in so much pain, and so much fear she very well should have.
Now they were both naked. He lay on top of her, just gazing at her silently, running his hand over her wounded face with his free hand. She stared back, amber eyes huge and trembling, her mangled face soaked with tears. Finally, he spoke, his voice very calm and quiet.
“You think you know why I’m doing this?”
She didn’t give him any sign of reply.
“You’re half right. I won’t have you touching Grey ever again. And you need to learn not to hurt Eran anymore. But I have other motives as well.”
Her brow furrowed in fearful questioning.
Zei lowered his lips closer to her, and she then realized she could feel no breath from him on her own lips. Zei didn’t breath. It seemed ludicrous to think of it then, but it was so amazing, she could only stare at his mouth. No lungs, no breathing, no breath....
His lips grazed hers and he spoke in that same quiet, calm voice, “You will be mine, Fue-chan. You’ll be completely mine...”
Her eyes got even bigger, staring incredulously at him. What could he...what did he...
He smiled at her confusion, “Oh look, my darling, you already are.”
With a swipe of his hand, a small mirror appeared in his hand, held above her face. She nearly passed out again.
Amber, slit eyes stared back at her, the outline thick and dramatic, curved almost Egyptian style. Black hair fell over her eyebrows and red, full lips moved wordlessly. Her skin was flawlessly fair, almost like porcelain.
“You’re beautiful now, and you’re mine, and you’re Grey’s,” Zei’s voice brought her attention back to him. She stared at him, unable to think, to move, to do anything.
“Just relax, lovely. You’re one that gets pleasure from pain. This will be good for you,” he murmured with a smirk before thrusting himself into her roughly.
Fue-chan let out a terrified scream, and it was probably the scream more than anything that woke her up. She shot up in her bed, shaking like she was having a seizure, nearly hyperventilating, soaked in sweat and crying. She just sat up in bed for awhile, her eyes huge, staring at nothing, trying to get a grip on reality.
Finally, she tore her gaze to look around, still nearly panting. She was in her room. All was dark. Queeqag, unstirred by her outburst, slept soundly on the foot of her bed, curled up and snoring lightly.
A dream. It was all a dream. Closing her eyes tightly, Fue-chan murmured to herself, “I beginning to hate my dreams more and more...”
What had all of it meant? Of course, she was still having the fears of Zei raping her, but what about that end part? What the hell had that meant?
A soft wind swept through her room, and she shivered lightly, her panic fading slowly. It grew stronger, and she shook her head a little, moving out of her bed to kneel on the bed in front of her window, raising her hands to close it. Her eyes suddenly went huge again.
The window was closed already. Locked tight, it had never been open.
She whirled around on her bed, staring fearfully across her dark room. The wind continued to blow, and she felt her panic rising again. She couldn’t see hardly anything, just outlines of things in the dark. Swallowing largely, she gripped her comforter, tense against the wall next to her bed, eyes darting from corner to corner.
She nearly lost her mind (again) when the door burst open. A little light from the hallway flooded into the room, and Hazel appeared in the doorway. The light showed her there was nothing in the room.
Her husband hurried over to her, his ruby eyes large, “Fue-chan, what’s the matter?? I was outside your door and I heard you scream and--”
As soon as he was close enough, she threw her arms around him, shaking and burying her face in his shoulder, crying softly. Alarmedly, Hazel sunk down on the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her concernedly.
“What is it, darling? What happened??” he asked frantically, rubbing her back a little.
“I had a horrible dream,” she sobbed into his shoulder, letting him hold her up.
“What about??”
She paused. Very few people knew Zei had tried to rape her, and she wanted to keep it that way. Shaking her head a little, she sniffed loudly, “It’s okay, it’s over now... Just stay in here with me....”
He nodded, settling a little more and just holding her comfortingly, murmuring soothing things to calm her down. He glanced up a little as a gust of wind blew his hair a little, then went back to holding her.
“You’re shaking, darling, you really should close your window...”
Fue-chan froze, her eyes opening slowly. The room was still dim, a faint wind still antagonized her. Swallowing largely, she didn’t answer, burying her face further in her husband’s shoulder.