It's dark...So terribly dark, I can't see a thing. Something is definitely wrong. I cannot feel Ike's presence, but it still feels like something is watching me...Where am I? Am I still in bed?
I startled at the sight of a tall, broad figure creeping up at me. Suddenly, the room flooded with light from a torch. I was only grateful for a moment until I realized I wished I did not have to see this; a monsterous being. He was huge and cloaked with drool rolling down his wicked grin, and his eyes were crazy and demonic.
"What have we here, hmmm? Such a cute little princy-boy!" he laughed. I snarled. "Princy-boy? I am not a boy. I am a man, the prince of Altea, and you will treat me with- Aah! W-What are you...?"
His hand traveled down my pants, grasping around my member. I struggled, only to realize I had been bound by rope. Fear surged through my body so quickly I thought I would have a panic attack. "Stop it! H-How dare you touch me, monster!" I hollered, glancing around desperately for my sword which was nowhere to be in sight. Even worse, Ike was nowhere either.
"Such a cute little boy..." he cooed. His hand pumped faster. I could feel my face growing hot and red. "I-Ike..." I begged to no one but myself. "Ike! Help me..." It practically hurt that I was in need of someone else's rescue. Yet I knew Ike would never laugh at me for this, so I continued to whisper his name.
"Who's this 'Ike' fellow? Your lover?" the creep taunted. Against my own will, I could feel myself losing control. I had no idea what was happening to me, but it felt like something was welling up inside, almost a nervous ecstasy. His clawing hands move down towards my entrance.
"No!" I screamed. "S-Stop! That place...y-you can't-"
"You won't touch him," I heard someone bark. Out from the dark and into the shadowy fire-lit area came a handsome mercenary and my heart flooded with relief.
"Ike!" I smiled. He flashed a quick grin at me before it morphed into anger. "Knew something wasn't right when you weren't in our bed this morning. And you," he muttered, "How dare you touch him like that?"
My kidnapper had no time to respond before I heard blood splatter and a corpse fall to the ground.
"Are you going to be all right, Marth?" Ike asked as he sliced my ropes. I rubbed my wrists. "I am fine," I said, "J-Just a little shaken." He sighed. "I can see that. You're trembling. The way he touched you...I wish I had more time to torture him a little before taking his life. Who was that?"
I shrugged. "I have no idea." And I really didn't. It was all a bit much for one morning; waking up, practically being raped by a stranger and getting saved by my best friend whom had recently become, though I hate to admit it, a love interest of mine. At least it had a happy ending. He handed me my sword.
"Found this by the entrance in this creepy room. Are you sure you're okay?"
"I-I'll be...fine..." I murmured. The world seemed to be spinning around me. I could see Ike whip around and his eyes filled with worry. "Marth?" His voice sounded so foggy...so far away...
"Marth!"
