A/N: Decided to make this one a yaoi emotional series. It's my first time writing a story not in the omniscient point of view, so go easy on me. It starts out sad, but it'll get better, I promise! Inspiration just slapped me in the face with this story. So here it is.

I Hate You

Ichigo's POV

I was taking a shower in peace until my boyfriend barged in. I wanted to clean myself after we had sex, wanting to cleanse the disgusting feeling I had all over my body. He started to nibble on the back of my neck, my sweet spot, and I started to moan.

I suffered from a terrible break up two months ago. I wanted to get drunk to forget the hurt, and I did. I passed out at the bar and a man took me to his place until I recovered from my killer hangover. He introduced himself as Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, a man with fierce cyan eyes and wild electric blue hair. He looked intimidating, but I learned to love him.

Biggest mistake of my life.

We made love every day and every night, everywhere. The chance of being caught was a thrill that I thrived on. It was like taking a pill that made you feel like you're on top of the world. Before long, screams of ecstasy soon started to mix with the blood dripping down my legs. Grimmjow said that he would fuck me into the mattress… or the floor, or the table. Depending on where we had sex. And I liked that. He would be gentle and then take me on to a whole new level of sexual pleasure I couldn't even dream of. But as time went on, he began to lose his kindness in sex, and would handle me rough. I wanted to escape, so bad. But he would threaten to kill me, so I stayed; bound by his shackles he had on me.

"Round two, Ichi-berry?"

I shook my head no, worn out from our previous sex session that included bondage and abuse.

He shoved me down to my knees, and pushed me in front of his cock. "Then suck, bitch."

I did what I was commanded to. Sucking, sucking, and crying. The beast then grabbed my hair and started to practically fuck my mouth. He came, and I began to gag.

"What's wrong? You usually like it when I come in your mouth, bitch," he said calmly, throwing me to the floor.

"I hate you. I hate you, you bastard…" I whispered to myself, looking down at my balled up fists. My bold side wanted him to hear me, the frightened side not. My bold side won. "I hope you burn in the deepest pits of fucking hell, you devil! You made my life a living hell, you son of a bitch! Go fuck yourself and die!"

We stayed in silence. I Then he broke the soap dish and put a ragged shard up against my neck, holding on to my hair roughly. "Listen to me, bitch. Who the hell dragged you out of the bar when you were fucking drunk? Who got you out of your wallowing in despair after you got dumped? Who let you take your sorry ass into my goddamn house?" He banged my head against the hard wall, causing me to cry. "Me, that's who! And if you leave me, I swear I will go to jail for man slaughter. You hear me, bitch?"

I was crying loudly, whimpering and shaking. Why did I deserve this? I fucking hate my life.

"You know what? I'll go easy on ya. I really should kill you, after what you said to me. But, out of the kindness of my heart, I'll be nice." He revealed his larger-than-normal canines and lowered his head to the right side of my chest and bit down.

It hurt like hell, feeling him on any part of my body sickens me. "What are you doing?" I asked, scared.

He smirked sadistically. "I always mark my bitch, bitch."

Those were the last words I heard before I was punched unconscious.