Disclaimer: The real owner of Bleach is Tite Kubo.
The blood, I can feel it flowing down my legs, only to be licked off by the one ruthlessly ramming into me.
I don't cry, since it won't do any good for me. I grab the sheets like a lifeline, for the pain is getting worse by the second.
I could feel the heat inside me, giving me the scorching agony instead of what is supposed to be warm pleasure with others. Though I don't have a mirror, I know that from the horror of what he's doing to me, all the blood is long gone from my face. I could only look at the white blankets below me while he continues to ravage me, then it gets worse when he grabs my hair and pushes my head to the ground, keeping me from breathing.
That's the type of man he is. He loves seeing me in pain.
I hear my mind make the whimpers that's supposed to come out my mouth. He makes no attempt to be gentle at all. His thrusts are nothing but rough.
The muscles inside me are already so sore, that his movements are provoking them to bleed more and more. The blood on my legs feel both hot and cold, and my lips are starting to crack from the loss of blood and not drinking water for the whole day.
Back and forth and back and forth, that's how I feel him penetrating to my innermost core until he spilled his seed deep into my being.
Nothing but disgust filled my body as I found own my release, then pain added with disgust when his teeth drilled through the skin of my neck and sucked me to the point that I nearly fainted.
But that's not the end of it. He flipped me over so I would face him, and quickly his fingers wrap around my neck like a snake and he starts to strangle me, his nails scratching my fragile skin. I do not make any attempt to resist for I would get a beating in return.
"You're my property. You'll live the rest of your life here in the darkness, and nobody will save you and bring you back to the light." he hissed, before making one last hold of my neck and letting me go. I watch him leave by disappearing in a dark mist.
It's safe for me to go outside, so I walked out the front door after changing into clean clothes.
Though he considers me his plaything, he allows me to venture out in the sunlight-filled streets. He just doesn't want me to have relationships with other people. Possessive, in other words.
I pull the sleeves up to my elbows, and I could see all the marks that he put around me, even on my arms. They would always remind me that I can't escape from him, nor can I be able to live the life that others do.
I hear the cars blow their horns, the metropolitan guards tooting their whistles, and the other people chatting as they pass the pedestrian lane. I'm envious but it's hopeless to harbor envy for them. When I catch sight of the large hospital, I remember how much blood I lost just a while ago.
My head suddenly starts to feel dizzy, my vision becomes hazy, and my body turns limp as the last thing my eyes see is the color of pitch black.
Am I dying? At my age? Well, this is better for me. I can finally be free from him, and live the life in the hereafter, with open wings and not clipped ones.
I could finally be at bliss, at paradise for eternity.
A/N: I hope I get reviews. This is really tragic for me to write, but it's not because anyone will die. You'll see why later on.