AN: This story contains rape and sexual content. If you are easily triggered, or do not wish to read these topics, please turn back now.

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Light stood against the opposite wall, smirking at Misa. A chill ran through her as she saw the evil twinkle in his eyes. That was the look she knew so well, the look that said he was going to get exactly what he wanted.

"Close the door," Light commanded. Misa obeyed, and Light's smirk grew even more menacing.

He walked towards her until he was only a foot away from her face. They locked eyes, and Misa, trusting her instinct that she was in danger, started to walk away. Light's eyes darkened and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him.

"You're not going anywhere," he said, shoving her up against the wall.

"What-what are you doing?" Misa asked, fear bubbling up inside her.

"I'm taking what I want," Light told her. Misa tried to push him away, but he seized her wrists and pinned them above her head. "The more you struggle, the more this is going to hurt."

Misa tried to scream, but Light gripped his free hand around her throat, his grasp ever tightening. "Scream again. I dare you."

Her breath quickened as she fought for air, and Light slowly relaxed his grip. Then he lifted up her skirt and felt her folds through her underwear. Misa whimpered slightly, and whispered, "Please don't do this."

Light smirked at her and then ground himself against her. Misa's eyes widened and he could see the tears forming. He relished that. Misa was his to control. She belonged to him.

"Light, please. I-I just can't, I can't..."

"That's too bad," he whispered in her ear. "Because I'm going to take you, and I'm going to love every minute of it. You can try to fight me, but it'll be futile. You won't win against me. You will never win against me."

Misa's eyes darkened, as she knew he was challenging her. As he let go of her wrists to take her top off, she shoved him backwards and tried to run. But he was much too fast for her, and he grabbed her by her throat, pulling her close to him. He laughed.

"You really thought that would work?" Light asked.

Misa felt pangs of fear run through her as Light pushed her onto the floor. He ripped off her underwear and slipped two fingers into her. She cried out in pain as he roughly fingered her. Finally he removed himself from her and unhooked her bra.

She looked up at him as tears slid down her cheek. "Light, I'm begging you. It doesn't have to happen this way."

"Well, since I can't have you willingly, I'll just have to do it this way," Light taunted.

As Light undressed, Misa squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for this to be over. She felt his head slide down, pausing at her opening. She sobbed, hoping he might feel even a tad of empathy for her and he would stop.

But there was no hope. He pushed into her, and she screamed, pain racking her body. "Light! PLEASE!"

Light had no intention of stopping until he was completely done with her. He began to pound into her, harder, faster, and she shrieked as tears rolled down her face.

Finally he finished, and pulled out of her. "If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you," Light threatened. "So unless you have a death wish, I suggest you keep this to yourself."

Misa nodded as he put his clothes back on and left the room, leaving her in a curled up ball on the floor, sobbing.

She would never be the same again.