She was on her way home that rainy day. Nothing extraordinary seemed to happen. Well, all the accidents are happening when we least expect it.
She forgot her umbrella. When she was going to school this morning, the sun shone. Nothing was predicting that the weather would be so bad at the afternoon.
It was then she saw that guy. Shizuo Heiwajima... wasn't it? She wasn't scared of him, like the most people in her school. In fact, she found his strength adorable.
But the girl she was, she didn't wanted to be noticed by him. She knew that her brother hated the blonde, and what if the brute would mistake her for Izaya?
She didn't want it. So when Shizuo and his colleagues was coming her way, she got off her way home, and she turned to a tight alleyway, to hide. When Shizuo went, she wanted to get back on the main street, but something held her back.
And old man to be exact. Was holding her left foot. Very powerfully.
"Please... let me go!" she said, but the man didn't listen to her.
"There is no way I would let such a cute girl be wandering on the streets... alone." the stranger said, his gin-and-water and frazzled voice.
Then, he stood up, and was staring at her... directly at her breasts.
"You really are cute... little girl" he said, his voice still making Kanra feel shivers down her spine. And then, he kissed her, forcefully, harshly... no. It wasn't kissing. He licked her mouth, and begged with his tongue for entrance, but she refused, holding her teeth together.
He then stopped, but it wasn't the end. No it definitely wasn't the end of this nightmare. He gave up with the kissing, but then he held her breasts. And she began to scream but in order to keep her quiet, the old man forced her into an embrace. A gross embrace with his hands now touching her ass and... massaging it? Who did that guy think he is?
"Get... off me! You damn pervert!" she wanted to get out of there. Right now. She wanted to slap him, hard so that he would get an bruise from her hand. But any of her wishes wasn't granted as the man continued to hug her and molest her back... but now his hands... his wrinkled hands went under her shirt. And were going higher.
She didn't want it. The rain was still falling, and it was cold. So very cold. She preferred to be seen by Shizuo and his friends back there. Oh why was she so stupid and went into this damn alleyway?
"Pervert? No no no. That's not the way you are going to call me, little girl. My name is Goldfinger, but as we do this I prefer you would call me master-sama. Ah, don't resist... I know you want it." the man said, his voice creepy and still frazzled.
"NO. I don't. So let me go, you damn old pervert." she wanted to cry, but at the same time she knew that if she shows tears in front of that man he'll start to kiss her and "comfort her". And that was the last thing she wanted.
"As I said. That is not the name I want to be called by. Oh... I know. If you call me per master-sama I might consider ending this sooner. So? How will it be?" he said that as his hands detected her brassiere and he tried to take it off her.
(A/N: Okay. I started this, but I don't know if I'll continue... it feels very creepy. But tell me what you think, and I might consider continuing it ^^ and feedback is greatly loved :D)