Hey guys! I have to warn you, I don't plan on making this fafic "light" as some might call it. I'm not going to give anything away, but yeah. So if you don't like that kinda stuff, please just don't read.

When she awoke, she knew where she was. She would move, bolt for the door. But the ropes around her wrist that where bound to the headboard. She would scream, yell, for someone - anyone to come, take her away from this hell hole. But she can't. So she doesn't. She looks up at the cieling, and mouths a silent pray. she ask for saving, even it takes killing her. She knows why she's here. Unable to move. Unable to fight. She looks back, this time to see black eyes looming over her.

"Hush, darling sister. It will be over soon."

She wants to yell, she wants to scream " How the hell do you expect me to talk in the first place?". But she only looks at him. And he sees that fire he's always seen in her expression. And he hates it. She looks to much like there mother. He going to get rid of it. Has to get rid of it. He reaches for her top. Her eyes grow wide with starts struggling and kicking, trying to scream. But he just loves it more. The way she looks when she's in fear. The way she struggles. He loves it.

He slowly starts unbutting her shirt. Finally, he just can't wait any longer. He tears off her shirt, reveiling her lace bra. He gashed, she was so beautiful. But she won't stop struggling. He want to look at her, quiet and calm, fearful. He sighed and put his lips next to her ear.

''If you don't stop struggling, I might want to make sure you can't move." he whispers in her ear. She stops, looking even more fearful. He finally got to look at her. Her brreast curved just the right way, but her once soft body had been hardened by training, He would fix that.

He goes for her bra, only then does she start struggleing again. He reached for the stele that lay on the nightstand. Very carefully, he drew the Immoble rune on her.

She doesn't remember much after that. She remembers his harsh grip, his skin hot agaisnt her's. And the pain. The pain was like a thousand needles stabing her, tearing her apart. She is so thankful when the blackness that has been edging her vision finally takes over.

Alrighty, that"s all. I'm sorry if i wasnt good enough fo you. Ok? *cries* Idk if I should contuine this or stalk people's storys.