The moonlight shimmered down onto the window pane. Blood trickled down onto the tile floor. Orihime gasped as she was dragged across the floor by an unknown guest. The blood oozed out of the wound in her stomach and her mouth. "Why…Why are you doing this?" she choked, trying to take in as much air as she could. He didn't answer but he was still dragging her by the arms. Her crimson blood stained the carpet. Her hands were tied and her eyes were red and puffy from the tears that were dying to release themselves onto her peachy skin.
He dropped her hands harshly above her head. She wanted to know who was doing this to her and where her life was going to end. 'Ichigo…help…me.' She thought as her mind and eyes went dark against the night. The man slapped her cheek to keep her awake. "You're not going to go to sleep yet, queenie." He laughed. She wiggled her hands and tried to break the ropes with the last bit of strength that she had but he had his sword against her throat, making a very small cut as he gently glided it over her soft delicate skin. "Your so stubborn." He said as he reached down and held her chin, "I don't know how Ichigo can handle it." Orihime's eyes were the size of dinner plates. "Ichigo?" she said. She felt a surge of anger rush through her body.
"I wouldn't talk if I was you, you will eventually choke on your own blood." He was right. When she would say even one word the blood would gush out of her stomach wound. "Who are you..?" she bled out of her neck. He stood up and put his hands up in a 'I-don't-know' kind of gesture. "I'm Ichigo!" he said as a small smirk formed on his face. "Theres…no…way your…Ichigo." She struggled. She knew better then to assume that he was the real Ichigo, He was fun, caring, and serious at times, but never cruel and cold-hearted than The man who was ripping her apart from the inside.
His smirk turned into a sudden frown, "It sucks when you can tell that im not ichigo..." he said "Well anyway, The truth is that im Hichigo, his hollow part." He rubbed his black and gold eyes and looked at the clock on her table, It read 11:00 p.m sharp. "Well...i guess its time for us to have some fun." Orihime gasped as he lifted her head to his. he leaned forward and kissed her so deep that he was bending her neck backwards. He opened his eyes and stared into Orihimes Dark, stormy Orbs. She didnt know what to do, he wasnt hurting her anymore but she was being kissed by something that isnt even human.
He Then sat criss cross on the floor and lifted Her up and sat her in his lap. There lips were almost glued togeter with pure lust. She was still bleeding out of her stomach, he moved his hand to her abdomen and shoved his fist into her wound. She Coughed into his mouth and was trying to breathe but his mouth still wouldent part from hers. He smiled and furrowed his eyebrows as blood rushed onto his tongue and lips. It trickled down onto his clothes. She was trembling with fear and pain. Her hands were still bound together with the ropes. He finally moved his mouth away from hers and tugged at her orange wavy hair.