Name: Cold
Author: Tight Spaces
Summary: His body is cold; I can't feel the warmth it usually holds.
Rating: M
Warning: Rape, profanity, etc.
Disclaimer: Not needed.
A/N: I dreaded this, but here it is. The re-written version of Why So Cold. It was a bitch to write, but worth it since I hate the first version. I changed a few things, since a lot of things in the body of the story didn't correspond with the ending. (Actually, I changed a lot. Sorry. oTL) I hope it's better now.
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His body is cold; I can't feel the warmth it usually holds.
I can't understand why he would use me like this. I can't understand what I did to deserve this.
He enters me; I hear no kind words telling me it'll be okay, it will only hurt for a little while.
It keeps hurting. I whimper.
"Shut up."
Threads twist around my limbs as his pace quickens. I cry out, and his mouth covers mine in a teeth-crushing kiss. It doesn't feel like a kiss. It feels like more pain.
The threads wander down to my member and squeeze it. I close my eyes.
There is no lubricant. Only blood.
I begin to cry.
I do not like this kind of pain.
I feel heat pooling in the pit of my stomach. My body is betraying me. I try to stop it.
I can do nothing now.
I finish. It's messy, and I feel tears pouring out of my eyes.
He finishes, and says nothing.
He does not collapse with exhaustion.
He does not hold me.
He does not kiss me.
He does not tell me he loves me.
He gets up and silently gets dressed.
"Kakuzu," I whisper.
He does not respond.
Why are you so...
Cold?