~Breaking the Soul~
Ulquiorra did not understand why this was being asked of him.
Sex was an act between two people attached through the so-called heart or merely acted out for the pleasure it induced. He couldn't foresee any gratification for himself brought upon by this...amusement was what he believed Gin Ichimaru had called it.
If he had so wished to partake of the Soul reaper woman's body, he could've done so himself, the Cuatro thought disgustedly, entering into the keypad the code required to enter the captive's cell. Padded white walls met his apathetic gaze, no window to look out upon the desolate world. A small child-like figure sat huddled in the corner, she had looked up in a sort of anxious state when the door had de-pressurized that led him to think maybe she had been warned of his purpose.
Chains rattled when she slumped back down again.
"Do you know why I'm here, Rukia Kuchiki?"
Her head listlessly rose, deep violet-blue eyes affixed on his impassive face; she didn't respond any further. Ulquiorra advanced a few steps farther, the door sealing behind him. No reaction. That was to be expected. She had been warned that escape was futile. As well as resistance. Ulquiorra decided to test that theory by bending slightly and sliding his fingers through her dark hair. She flinched at his touch, twisting almost immediately as far as the collar and chains that bound her would allow.
"Don't touch me, filth!" She spat.
There was still spirit within her, Ulquiorra mused, bothered not the least from her abhorrence. This made the task he was given less repulsive in his eyes. "Look at me." His fingers snaked to her chin, roughly yanking her head around. Rage flared in purple irises, her jaw ground angrily though no sound came out.
Satisfied, Ulquiorra looked her over again, noting the thin, boyish body outlined beneath the torn robes. This, defeated the ninth Espada? Impossible. He sensed more than glimpsed the impatience behind the opposite wall of the observation room. Masked as another monotone patchwork of white squares it was in fact...an illusion. His Lord and the instigator of this, Gin Ichimaru were there, watching, waiting for the entertainment to follow.
He inclined his face toward her.
He would not disappoint.
Their lips brushed. Lightly. Indifferently.
He pulled away to observe her reaction.
Her shock was great, it had wiped all other emotion from her eyes.
"I will break you," Ulquiorra whispered.
~To be continued~
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