Good grief.

Yui blinked, eyes focusing on the dim light of the evening. How her body ached - falling asleep in the library seemed like a fantastic idea, but it was rarely practical. It usually ended up with her back being twisted at some uncomfortable angle, causing her to strain her neck and hurt herself awfully by the time she woke up. But it had been so warm and she had been absolutely exhausted, plus, the copy of 'Catcher in the Rye' looked ever so inviting...

When she finally awoke, the library was in complete darkness and she seemed to have been forgotten about. She sighed - it was pleasant to have a peaceful evening to herself. The Mukami brothers would usually interfere in her brief moments of calm, reminding her of her severely limited freedom. It wasn't too bad a situation - she could have still been living with the Sakamakis, who treated her with even less compassion than the brothers would currently guarded her. By her watch, it was only eleven-thirty, the night had barely even begun, but her stomach grumbled unhappily, having missed dinner. Yui frowned, reaching into her bag for the bag of trail mix she made sure to carry with her at all times. Living with a group of vampires who sucked her blood at frequent intervals forced the girl to eat near constantly, or else she would pass out. With a heavy sigh, the girl pushed herself up from the sofa and moved to the desk in the centre of the room. She bent over to fiddle with the dilapidated iron gas light was situated in the centre of the table, flicking the flint back and forth. Fire sprang from the center, which she quickly contained by pulling down the glass shade. She smiled at the soft, orange glow watching as the light created strange, eerie shadows dancing on the floor.

It had been an odd few months, she thought, as she sat back down. The Mukamis were just as strange as the Sakamaki brothers and almost as cruel. They sucked her blood almost every day, causing her to be constantly tired. Yui pushed herself out of the straight-backed chair she had taken residence in, picked up the gas lantern and headed towards the section of the library that held the fiction books. She might as well take advantage of her solitude and delve into another novel. The days she spent stuck in the Mukami mansion were seemingly endless. Nothing, nothing, nothing. There was little else to do but cook, tidy up and lose herself in the sprawling library.

The lamp flickered on and off as she walked, the light following her movements around the library. She didn't wish to ignite every lamp, there was really no need and she felt too much light may hurt her eyes on this dim eve. It truly was a strange night, she thought, looking out of the thin glass window that was imbedded in the stone wall beside her. Fog rolled over the grounds, twisting and writhing as if it were a living creature. There were no stars, but the sky was such a strange shade of brown that it seemed to light the earth below. Yui turned away from the window, chomping down the rest of her bag of nuts stomach settling slightly, enough to let her focus on her next read. The fiction section was fairly small, square, with four bookcases placed around a central aisle. At the end of the room was a large window that covered the near entirety of the wall, below which sat a thick oak desk and a number of squishy leather armchairs. Sighing deeply, the girl placed the heavy gas lantern down onto the desk, seating herself down into the chair opposite simultaneously. She had been planning to get back up and search for something more light-hearted than 'Catcher in the Rye', but there was already a book on the desk in front of her. It lay squarely in the centre of the table, plain navy, mottled leather with brassy metal encasing each corner to protect the pages. From what she could see there was no title, no wording on the spine, yet it didn't appear to have lost its dust-cover either. Strange, she thought, reaching towards the unknown book. The pages were entirely blank. Perhaps it was merely a notebook that one of the brothers had left by mistake. As she flicked through, a small piece of paper dropped from between the pages onto the table.

Yui raised an eyebrow, picking up the paper and moving to closer to her face. She drew the lamp closer, squinting her eyes in order to make out the image. It was a photograph, showing a man and a woman stood in front of a large house. The couple were both looking fondly at the small child the woman held in her arms. The child was lovely - a rosy cheeked little boy with the first wisps of dark hair sprouting from his head. Yui smiled gently, running her thumb over the image of the child. The bright blue-grey eyes were a sure sign that this was a young Ruki.

"Yui," a deep voice called out. Yui jumped, not expecting the sudden sound.

"Heavens, you startled me!" she began, turning around in her seat to view the person behind her. She couldn't make out a lot in the fairly dim light, but she could see the faint outline of Ruki, leaning against a bookcase. He moved forward, placing his hands into his pockets. "I didn't hear you come in."

"Pay more attention," he replied, quietly, as Yui climbed out of her chair to face him fully. He stepped towards her and nodded his head curtly toward the book in her hand. "Give me my book."

"Oh, um, sorry," she answered, eyes looking to the photograph in her other hand. "This photograph fell out-"

"You shouldn't touch things that don't belong to you," he said, coolly. He leaned back against one of the bookshelves behind him, eyes never moving from Yui as she blushed and handed the book and the photograph over to him.

"I'm sorry, Ruki," she said, stepping back. She looked back up at the boy, only really able to see his pale skin standing out starkly in the blackness. His eyes were so dark that they melded with the environment around him, giving his face a shark-like demeanor. He was certainly staring at her as if she were prey. "Are they your parents?"

"That is none of your business," he said, looking down at his hands and raising one up to examine his pristine fingernails. Ruki seemed a very arrogant boy at times, she thought. He was rather handsome, with his eerily perfect skin and high, aristocratic features. He must have been praised often for his handsome looks for he seemed to be used to her staring at him for longer-than-acceptable periods of time. His carved lips twisted upwards into a smirk as he caught her observing him. "Stop staring at me, livestock."

Yui blushed and turned away from him, flopping back down in an armchair.

"Would you mind if I stayed here and continued reading another book?" she asked, hearing his footsteps echoing closer. He sat down in the armchair next to her, flinging his coat down to the floor beside him.

"You have gotten so impudent," he said, leaning back and folding his legs neatly over one another. He rested his arms gently on each side of the armchair, his eyes focusing on the vast window in front of him. "I should punish you."

Yui raised an eyebrow. "What? Why? I-"

Ruki rolled his head against the back of the chair, eyes boring into hers. "Because you must learn not to touch what isn't yours."

"I'm sorry Ruki, I won't do it again," she said, hands beginning to tremble. "I really won't!"

The man stiffened slightly, but let out a short chuckle. "Look at you, you're shaking. Are you that afraid of me?"

"I-"

He stood up sharply, causing Yui to let out a terrified gasp. The vampire chuckled and placed his hands either side of her, on the armrests of the chair. Slowly, he leaned in, smiling gently.

"You are right to be scared, little girl," he hissed, tilting his head. His cold gaze never left hers and she found herself unable to look away. "I could break you so easily."

Yui swallowed thickly and shrank back into the chair as far as she could. "You wouldn't do that."

"Why not?" he asked.

"B-because despite your pretenses, you aren't a bad man, Ruki," Yui answered, softly. "You were human once."

He watched her silently for a moment, unmoving. Suddenly his hand shot out and grabbed her leg, tearing a huge ladder up the side of her thick winter tights, revealing the pale skin of her thigh. She yelped, glaring at him angrily.

"What on Earth did you do that for?" she snapped. She raised her hand to her mouth in surprise at her sudden outburst. "I'm sorry, Ru-"

"I wanted to show you how utterly powerless you are beneath me. Now imagine if I'd applied a little more force. I would have to give a little more pressure to break the skin," he replied, throwing the scrap of fabric in his hand to the floor. A smirk crept up around his lips and his eyes lazily wandered down to the hole he had made before looking back at her face. "Plus, I wanted to take your clothes off."

She spluttered before she could stop herself. "Excuse me?"

Ruki chuckled darkly and leaned closer to her again. "Understand your place."

Yui shivered, noting the way he avoided her question. I wanted to take your clothes off. The words caused her heart to pound hard against her chest. She turned her head away from Ruki, who was staring intently at her. His cold hand settled on the exposed patch of thigh, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

"Don't!" she said brusquely, pushing his hand away. He smiled at her as she covered her leg with her hands.

"Pity," he said.

Yui quirked an eyebrow toward him. As she leant back into the squishy leather, she was suddenly aware of how close he had become - his arms penned her in tightly and one of his legs was gently brushing her knee.

"Pity?"

"Yes, pity. I was curious to see what your skin would feel like, but it's covered again," he said, dark eyes staring her down. A lump rose in her throat.

"I-um-" she stammered.

"Stop talking," he said, smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly he tugged her up and span them around so that he was now sitting in her seat. She let out a small gasp as he pulled her into his chest, hands resting on his pectorals to stop her falling into his lap completely. "Come here."

Ruki pushed her shoulders down, forcing her to her knees. Yui could not stop him, he was far too strong to fight against. She looked up at him from between his legs with wide, frightened eyes. He leaned forward and his gaze flicked down to look at her lips. Cool fingers gently ran over her cheek, causing a shudder to run down her spine.

"You can tell me to stop, if you wish," he whispered, drawing soft, small circles against her skin.

Yui blinked, trying to think the situation through logically, though his close proximity was making that difficult. She wasn't certain of his intensions. He usually asked her permission before drinking her blood - was he intending to do that? But he stared at her now with such intensity, she felt that he might be planning on something different.

"Stop what?" she asked, voice shaking slightly.

"Are you slow, livestock?" he asked, leaning in to run his nose along her cheekbone, before pressing a light kiss to her temple.

His proximity was causing her to overheat, and her hands shook in her . "I-"

"You're trembling - are you still afraid?" Tom murmured, trailing soft kisses down the side of her face until he reached her neck. Pleasurable sensations ran up her spine at the feeling of his lips against her sensitive skin and it became harder and harder to form cohesive sentences.

"No, I-"

"No?" he repeated. He leaned back slightly and looked back at her, smirking at the way she shivered as he ran his hand down her throat. His long fingers encompassed the base of her neck, and he pulled her head closer to his own sharply. "Don't forget your place."

Yui stared back at him, eyes widening as he tightened the grip on her neck slightly.

"Do you want me to stop, Yui?" he repeated, voice still so controlled, so calm and smooth. She couldn't help but shake her head.

His grip loosened, turning to a soft, barely there touch. Slowly, he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes fluttered shut as his mouth moved gently against hers, kiss rolling fluidly from one side to the other. It was tenderer than she had expected, but no less satisfying. A low moan left her mouth and she pulled back, embarrassed by the sound. Her cheeks felt heated and she cursed inwardly at her ability to blush so deeply.

Ruki didn't seem to mind, but chuckled darkly and leaned back in to kiss her once more. This time he attacked her mouth with more force, lips pressing harder, teeth biting down on her bottom lip and tongue darting to tangle with hers. He ran his hands over her shoulders and pushed her gently back onto the floor. The man followed, straddling her hips and pinning her wrists down on either side of her head.

As much as she wished to continue, anxiety began to bubble in her stomach. She had never kissed a man before, let alone go further. Besides - he was her captor, wasn't he? Yui's mind raced as he pressed his lips to hers once again and his grip on her wrists tightened. Did she want this? Her body arched as Ruki slid one hand down her side to rest on her hip and the other moved to gently caress the base of her throat, and she ached for him to go further, to silence her fretting with overwhelming pleasure, but-

"Stop, Ruki, stop," she stammered, turning her head away to break from the kiss. His fingers tightened around her neck and he forced her to face him again with the other hand. He was panting slightly, and clearly disbelieved her denial of him, as he leaned to touch her lips with his again. She pushed against his chest harder and he let out a rough growl as he sat back on his knees, hand releasing her throat. "Stop!"

"Livestock shouldn't talk back," he said, narrowing his eyes. Yui's gaze couldn't help but linger on his red, swollen lips and tousled locks, though shook her head to bring her rational thoughts to the forefront of her mind. "Do you not remember your place?"

He pushed himself away from her and dragged her up so they were both standing.

"Turn around and put your hands on the desk."

Yui followed his orders silently, too terrified to disobey the furious vampire. She placed her shaky hands down on the wooden table, bending down slightly.

"Bend down further," he ordered. She gulped, but complied. "Good, you're learning. Now, pull up your skirt."

Yui looked round at him, confused. "Pull up my skirt?"

Ruki nodded. "Or off, whatever's easiest for you."

She frowned. "What's easiest for me?"

Ruki scowled at her and tutted. "Stop talking back. Get your skirt out of the way then put your hands back on the desk and don't move."

Despite her confusion and embarrassment, she pulled her skirt up so that her underwear was exposed, then placed her hands back into the position he had ordered and waited for him to make the next move.

"Good girl," he said, moving behind her. Her legs were slender, beautiful, though her backside was too covered for his liking. But still, here she was finally complying with him. He barely blinked, not wanting to miss a second of the experience. "Don't move your hands."

Yui shivered when she heard him unbuckle his belt and her insides squirmed. She frowned and turned her head, to see him standing behind her, with the leather in his hand. "What are you doing?"

"You are livestock. You do not talk back to your superiors, you do not defy them, you do not deny them. You don't seem to understand that. You need to learn your place."

From her position she couldn't see the way he tenderly wrapped the end of the leather around his hand, or the way his eyes gleamed as he positioned himself behind her, or the way he raised his arm high above his head. She only felt the harsh whack of the belt across her backside when he brought it down. A thick red stripe immediately formed on her skin and she let out a cry at the impact. Ruki smirked at the sound, moving his arm back again. The mark it left was beautiful, so violently red as it peaked out from underneath her underwear. He couldn't help moving his fingers across it lightly, noticing how it was hotter and slightly raised to the touch. Yui flinched at his contact with her sore skin, turning her head to look at him as he backed into his previous position. She didn't move, what could she do at this point? Part of her wanted to run, to fight and scream, but another part, a darker, more inappropriate voice in her head urged her to stay.

"Count," he ordered.

"One," she said, clenching her fists.

"Louder," he demanded, lashing the belt down again.

"Two!" she cried, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Good."

"Three!" she whimpered, trying to keep her voice level, though her hands clenched the desk edge so tightly her knuckles turned white. He wanted to break her, he had told her that. Yui blinked the tears from her eyes - she would not allow him the satisfaction.

Ruki frowned at her as he laid the fourth stripe down, directly across a previous mark. She jumped slightly, but made no noise. Why wasn't she crying? He expected her to be crying by now, he had hoped for begging. That's what he wanted from her - he wanted to hear her say his name in hope to relinquish the pain he was administering. Perhaps it was his belt?

After the sixth stroke and still only receiving that irritating cool voice, Ruki lowered the belt in frustration and dropped it into the floor. Yui looked over her shoulder at the clinking sound and sighed in relief. She'd made it through without cracking. Thank God it was over, the pain was getting to be almost unbearable. She straightened upright and placed her hands gently on her burning backside, before feeling a hand clasp around her wrists. Ruki stood behind her, dragging her back towards the chair.

"What are you doing?" she exclaimed, trying to pull her hands out of his grasp.

"We're not done yet," he hissed, sitting down on the chair and pulling her over his lap. She began kicking and wriggling on top of his legs, failing to escape his tight grip. "Stop moving."

With that, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on her right cheek, then the left, then the right- Pain flared up unbearably whenever he hit a welt made by the belt. He paused his actions and flexed his fingers for a moment, before bringing them back to her rear. She tensed in preparation for the oncoming pain, but it never came. Instead his fingers delicately traced the lines of her welts and palmed over sore spots, cooling them with his touch. She shuddered slightly, not quite knowing how to register this new feeling. It felt fantastic. There was still pain, fingers leaving burning lines, but also a crackling tenderness, an arousing feeling left in the wake of hurt.

"One might think you're enjoying your punishment, livestock," he said, amused.

"I'm not," she replied, teeth still gritted in an attempt of self control. She feared her cries would not be of pain if she let them leave her mouth. His fingers moved down to trace the lines left on her upper thighs, lingering on the tender inner area. The girl in his lap flinched consistently as pleasurable sparks were sent flying around her body.

"Don't lie to me," he said. Ruki immediately went back to spanking her - and for the first time she let out a cry of pain. He grinned and reached down to grab her hair. When he pulled her up, he could see her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her mouth open and her teeth clenched together.

"Ruki," she whimpered, as his fingers stroked over her sore thigh.

"Yes?" he replied, pressing down gently on a particularly purple welt and getting a hiss in reply.

"Ah- I was wondering, how much longer is left? How much more-," She found she could barely string words together at the moment. His touch felt amazing, she wanted him to continue, to go further, do more - but a cross voice in her mind shouted her down. He's a vampire. She questioned the voice as to why that damned him. He's punishing you. She replied that she had wronged him. He's going to hell. He's taking you down with him. She was going mad.

"When you've learnt your lesson, of course," he replied. His fingers trailed slowly up her thigh and settled in between her legs. "Do you think you've learnt anything?"

Yui let out a gasp as a single finger stroked down the middle of her underwear, startling her from her inner conversation. He let out a dark chuckle and rubbed a certain spot a little harder. "I told you that you were enjoying this."

"I-I-"

His finger slipped under the fabric of her knickers and gently moved down her lips to touch her clitoris. "I told you. You're wet for me, aren't you livestock?"

Yui let out a low moan as he began circling her clit very slowly. Far too slowly. She writhed against his legs, trying to press backwards into his hand. No voice was screaming at her to stop anymore, she could only think about how marvelous that single finger was making her feel. But he went no faster, only keeping that same, slow rhythm. She moaned again as the feeling inside her began to build.

"Why are you wet?" he asked, softly.

"I-I," she gasped, wordlessly begging him to speed up, to press harder, to move inside her - anything. She moaned blearily, not able to form proper sentences, or even words anymore. Ruki toyed with her clit, working her to the limit, letting her near the edge with rapid strokes before slowing his hands and leaving her hanging. His repeated his denial five times before she was even more of a quivering mess, her wetness dripping to the floor. He mulled over the idea of fucking her, but decided against it at that precise moment - there would be more than enough time for that. For now, he began circling her clit faster and faster, alternating rough pinches with gentle caresses until he saw she was nearing the edge again.

"Tell me who made you wet. Tell me you're mine. Tell me you enjoy the pain."

"P-please," He was surprised to hear her speak. "Let me come, can I come?"

Ruki raised an eyebrow and smiled darkly. He fingers almost slowed, until she begged, "Please, oh God, please-"

"Your begging is beautiful," he taunted, and pinched her clit one last time. Hard. With that she was sent over the edge and Ruki pressed his fingers inside her. The man hummed with pleasure as he felt her walls tighten around him. She finally collapsed against his legs, hands brushing the floor below her. Ruki's fingers were still inside her but she was too tired and sore to think about humility or decency just yet.

For now, it seemed he wouldn't let her rest or give her the time to think on anything but him. Ruki pulled her up, and tossed her aching body down onto the floor. Crawling over her, he caught her mouth in an aggressive kiss, roughly biting her lips until he could taste her blood on his tongue. His hands encircled her waist and he span them around, making her straddle his lap. Yui let out a cry when his hands gripped her raw backside tightly, and she fell forward, head resting on his shoulder.

"Do you want me to stop, Eve?" he whispered, rasping voice low, but no longer dangerous.

"No, please," Yui panted, shaking her head.

"Good girl."