I watched the last bit of moonlight shine upon the gorgeous face of the one I hate to love, and who I love to hate.

My name: Zexion.

Age: 20

Occupation: ….former door-to-door salesman, a part-time job really, since I am…was a college student.

Current Occupation: …A sex slave.

It all started a few months back, when I was the top salesman for the most elite electronic company in my entire world. This wasn't because of my social skills, since I think it's fair to say that I barely have any. Instead, I knew each program down to the smallest bit of software, since I was studying engineering. As top salesman, it was my responsibility to go to the richest of neighborhoods and inform them about our latest products and such. The houses I went to were so rich, they'd buy things without fully comprehending them. There was one regular customer that slightly understood the products I offered, so they bought from me without hesitation, thus increasing my sales. It was a large gated house isolated from most others, filled with twelve residents, all calling themselves a part of some organization. After I would explain the products, they'd invite me into their inclusive group. Each time, I'd decline, since I am far too busy trying to raise money to further my studies. They seemed bothered by my refusals, but they would continue to buy what I offered and they continued to ask me to join each time I made my rounds.

Then one day, about a month ago, I knocked on the large double front doors after being admitted past the locked gate, as always. I saw the same friendly blonde open the door with a sweet smile, I saw him giggle, I asked what was funny, and the next thing I knew, I had lost consciousness.

I woke the next day, not knowing the time, not knowing where I was, and not knowing how bad life had just gotten. There was a leather strap around my stomach with a hook in the back where my hands were cuffed and restrained behind me. My ankles were shackled with weights of at least thirty pounds each. And on top of all of that; I was naked.

I had been lying down on my stomach for what felt like hours by the time a door opened to the empty, dark, cold room I had been in. That's when the friendly blonde walked in with that still sweet smile.

"You are just too precious to risk losing." He smiled and I began to panic, my heart racing as I wondered what the hell was going on.

"Demyx, why am I restrained? Why am I naked? Please, let me go!" I began to leak a salty solution from my eyes as I begged for freedom.

"I've wanted you since the first time I ever saw you, and the rest of the group thinks that you'll be a great asset to our company since you're so smart. It pained me every time you rejected our offer. Somehow, I took it so personal, as if you were really rejecting me. But now we don't have to worry about that, do we?" He walked over to me and kneeled, the small light from the outside hall creeping in as he planted a kiss on the corner of my lips.

"D…D…Dem?" I quivered, wondering how I was ever going to escape.

"Shh, don't speak. Don't make any noises." He commanded, but the second I felt his warm hand on my length, I disobeyed .

"AH! No, not there, please, not there!" I cried, my long bangs moving wildly as I shook my head, trying to resist the unwanted pleasure he was giving me.

"Don't lie. You say no, but look at what your cock is wanting. Its begging for more." Demyx teased as he tickled my body.

"Number Nine, is he awake?" Someone walked into the door, and although I couldn't see who it was, I somehow hoped he would be able to help me.

"Yes, Eight, he's responsive."

"Good. Don't break him." I heard footsteps leaving as Demyx got up to close the door, turning on the lights as he did. There room was as empty as it felt, the ground cold and tile, the walls small and grey.

"Please don't fight, I don't want to have to hurt you." Demyx stripped and of course, I fought back. I wriggled and refused to kiss him or allow his tongue to enter my mouth, but I quickly learned that even though he confessed that he loved me, he wasn't afraid to hurt me either. He punched my square in the jaw, slapped my cheek, and would punch my thighs if I was being difficult. After he raped me, he freed my feet, lifted me in his arms, and carried me to his room. The carpet seemed so soft beneath his bare toes; the walls were a bright and friendly blue, and the messy room made it feel that much more inviting than the cold grey prison I had been locked in.

He set me on his bed, my hands still restrained but my ankles free, and I panted as I was still trying to recover from what my now-non virgin body had just experienced.

"You will be sleeping with me."

"I don't want,"

"I didn't ask what you wanted." Demyx's voice was stern, but not mean. "Now, as I was saying, you are mine. Got it? Don't think about running away, don't try to fight me, don't resist. I will do whatever I have to do to make sure that you are here with me forever." Demyx had his back towards me as picked up some of the clutter off of his bedroom floor.

"Please, let me go," I whined, my eyes starting to water again at the idea of remaining his prisoner.

"Don't cry," He said softly, turning to me and sitting on the bed, rubbing his thumb against my cheek to brush the tears away. "Shh, no need for tears."

"I want to go home," I chocked over myself.

"You are home."

"I want to go home!" I shook my head and he slapped me again.

"What I say is the only truth you now know." He again was forceful, but not angry. "Get some rest." He said quietly as he went back to cleaning and organizing.

"When can I go home?" I asked, trying not to upset him.

"You are home." He said plainly and I started bawling. "Please stop. I don't want to hit you again."

"But I don't want to be naked. My arms hurt, my ass hurts, I just want to wake up." I sobbed, wishing this was a nightmare.

"I'll free your arms if you promise not to fight back or try to leave. But, if you take advantage of my kindness, I will punish you severely." He warned me and I nodded.

"I promise." I said, on my stomach on his bed as he freed my wrists. I sat up, feeling my swollen hands and sniffling.

"Better?" He asked, and I could see concern in those dangerously deep blue eyes.

"Yes," I said, paralyzed by the care in his eyes and on his face.

"Good. Now, sleep." He said and I hid my ashamed body underneath his warm blankets.

As I sniffled, trying to cuddle my body up into a ball, he began to play this weird blue stringed instrument.

"Whats that?" I couldn't believe I was making conversation to him.

"This is a sitar. It's my pride and joy, besides you." He smiled, and for a second I forgot that he had forced me into the unwanted act. He had always been so friendly and kind when I sold him electronic devices and computer software. He was the sweetest and most social person I had ever met, but I had never in my life assumed that he was capable of being so cruel to me.

"Me?" I asked, unable to believe him.

"Don't mistake my force for brutality. It's just proof that I want you more than I'm willing to let you go."

I was quiet. I had never had a relationship, never even had a love interest, but what he said sure didn't sound like love.

"Kay," I said, having no choice but to take his word as 'the only truth I knew', whatever that even meant.

"Sleep," He instructed calmly, playing such soft music that I had to obey. When I next opened my eyes, the room was dark and he was in bed with me, his arms around me securely as he snored lightly. Unable to take this lonely feeling in my gut any longer, I put my free arms around him, sniffling quietly into his chest.

Author's Note: So…this is pretty much the weirdest 'plot' I've ever written, but I somehow go the inspiration and I just had to follow it. Hope you like it! Three chapters left! After this, I will start posting another Zemyx that follows after another one of my stories, A Far Off Memory.

Thanks for reading!

Heart, Sarabellum