Hi there! The Misaki we all know and love is gone. She is replaced by a broken woman, facing domestic abuse at the hands of her husband, Tora. What happens when she sees Usui Takumi again, after three years? Disclaimer: I do not own Kaichou wa Maid-Sama. Rape and violence are big in this fanfic. Definitely not suited for children.

Igarashi Misaki stared out the window of the limo. Her husband, Tora, sat beside her, hand resting on her leg. He was yelling at some business associate over the phone, making demands and destroying the peace that the previous silence had brought.

They were on their way to a social gathering. Misaki kept a neutral expression on her face, but on the inside she was terrified. She knotted her black evening gown in her hands, then smoothed it out. She hated these outings. It was so easy to disappoint her husband. And with disappointment came punishment, sure to be delivered when they arrived home. Nevertheless, she tamped down her feelings of unease, and weaved her fingers with her husband's. He smiled approvingly at her before turning his attention back to his phone call. She flinched as he once again raised his voice at the caller, before snapping the phone shut.

Three years ago, she had been Ayuzawa Misaki. She had been an enthusiastic, free-speaking girl. She had had ambition — a passionate fire burning inside of her. But that fire was gone now. That spirited girl was no more.

It all started on that fateful day at Miyabigaoka High.

Flashback

"So, have you made your decision? Will you take up my offer?"

Misaki closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Yes," she said, "and I'd like to thank you greatly for this opportunity, b—"

"Wonderful!" Tora clapped his hands and unlatched the clasps on his briefcase, revealing stacks of money. "This should accommodate you, but for now—" He reached towards her, grasping her upper arm. He stood up and pulled her with him, towards his desk. "I'd like a little something in return. You can call it your own personal 'thank you' if you wish."

"Wait," Misaki gasped, struggling against his grip. "I think you misunderstood me—"

"Oh, I understood perfectly." Tora pushed her down onto the desk and leaned over her. "You prove to be the same as every other woman I know." He smirked at her. "So greedy," he whispered in her ear.

"Igarashi-kaichou—"

"Tora."

She gritted her teeth. "Tora," she growled. "I know for a fact that you misunderstood. I came here to decline, not to accept, your offer."

Tora looked her over, cocking his head to the side. "Ah, well. I guess that means I have to make this moment count, since I won't be seeing you afterwards." His hands snaked towards the back of her outfit, where he began untying the laces.

"What? What do you mean? Get off! Stop, Igarashi-kaichou."

His hand flew across her face. "Call me Tora."

She glared at him and began wriggling more. She tried out her Aikido, but Tora only laughed. "You might know Aikido, but I am much more experienced in Judo. And, if you haven't already noticed, I am much, much stronger than you." He grasped both of her wrists in one hand and lifted them above her head. He began pulling down the top of her maid outfit, breathing heavily.

"Too bad Usui never got a chance at these," he said under his breath, fondling her breasts. She bit back tears as she continued to squirm. He continued his assaults of her body, sliding his hand lower and lower still, lifting up her skirt and delving beneath her panties.

"Stop! Stop!" Tora never faltered. Her panic continued to rise and she impulsively kneed him in the groin. He wheezed and backed off, and she seized her chance at freedom.

Not caring about her appearance, Misaki bolted for the doors, only to find them locked. Her stomach dropped. She yanked at the handles, desperate to escape. But it was all in vain. She shivered as she felt Tora's presence at her back.

"You really shouldn't have done that," he growled as he slammed her against the door. She yelped as he violently ripped off the rest of her outfit. "You want it rough? I'm happy to oblige." He threw her to the floor. "Now then," he grinned, "let's begin."

He took off his uniform jacket, lifted his shirt over his head, and moved on to his belt. He made quick work of unbuckling it and then followed through with his boxers. He grabbed her hips, hard enough to leave bruises, as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was completely dry. "You know, I would have gotten you ready first, but you lost that chance when you decided to fight back." He thrusted, eliciting a scream from her and a moan from him.

"So," he grunted between thrusts, "you're a virgin." He laughed. "Who'd have thought?"

He continued, in, out, in, out, relishing her sobs as he did so. He bent down and began to kiss her neck. The kiss turned painful, however, when his teeth became involved. She thought it was a hickey, but she'd heard from the girls at school that they weren't painful. Tora's were, though. He made a trail down her neck, over her shoulders, and across her chest. She writhed under him, powerless to stop his actions. His hands kept gripping her, squeezing too hard, possessive, demanding, unyielding. She stopped sobbing but could not halt the whimpers or tears that still leaked out of her.

Tora plowed into her, and she felt that she would break. The pain was too much for her, and she shut her eyes. After a while, Tora held still as she felt something hot spill from him into her. Barely registering that he had just come inside her, he flipped her over for a new position. He was already back to his full size, and he lifted her hips up before ramming into her. He continued pumping, never relenting. He reached in front of her to squeeze her breasts, but he was too rough, and she knew she'd have bruises later.

He treated her like a doll. He moved her this way and that, making her bend, quite literally in fact, to his will.

Time passed, and Tora pulled out. He stood up, panting, sweat covering his body. Misaki tried to drag herself away and received a kick in the ribs. "I'm not done with you yet," said Tora. He stood up and walked to his desk chair. "Come here," he ordered.

Misaki tried to stand up, but her legs were weak and she was in pain from the positions he had forced her into.

Tora smirked from across the room. "Crawl," he commanded in a low voice. Misaki had no choice but to oblige, and eventually she made her way over to him. "Good," Tora praised. "I'm quite spent, but I want to have another go. Now, make me hard." She looked at him questioningly, unsure of what he meant by that. He already seemed to be hard, just from watching her struggle. Tora fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her closer to his throbbing member. "Suck," he told her. As understanding dawned, she pushed her disgust aside, and closed her lips around his cock. Tora pushed her head, maneuvering her to his liking.

She decided to take advantage of this "opportunity," and bit down. Tora yelled and shoved her away from him. She reached on top of his desk and grabbed his stapler. She delivered a blow to his head with it, before making her way to the door. It was a slow process, with her being injured and all, but she made it there with no response from Tora. She brought the stapler above her head, and, with all her strength, brought it down on the door knob. She continued this process until it felt off. She sobbed with relief at the miracle and opened the door. She just got past the threshold, screaming for help, when Tora dragged her back. She was frantic now, almost hysteric as she shrieked for help, her voice growing hoarse.

She didn't stop resisting, not when his fists connected with her face, not when his foot found its way to her ribs, not when he slammed her head repeatedly on the floor.

She lay there, bruised, bloody and broken, but Tora didn't care. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, and, having grown hard from watching her suffer, slammed into her once more. "You're still so tight," he grunted, moving faster. Her cries of pain motivated him, made him moan with pleasure. He shouted her name as he came inside her. Spent yet again, he lay on top of her, satisfied.

Misaki could no longer fight back. She lay there, sandwiched between him and the cold floor. She silently cried, no longer able to make a sound. She hardly even registered when Tora got off of her. She felt a cold washcloth roughly wiping her down, and felt Tora dressing her. She heard him call someone in. She also heard a sharp intake of breath.

"Make her look presentable," Tora said. "I want these marks covered up. And have someone check her body. I want to make sure nothing is broken. That would be really troublesome." He left the room.

"Miss?" a female voice asked. Her question was quiet, but it felt loud to Misaki's ears. "Miss, are you alright?" Misaki didn't even have the spirit to tell the girl what a dumb question that was. She simply stared dazedly at the ceiling, and remained that way for the next hour while Tora's underlings did as he bid them.

Right before she left, she remembered Tora saying something along the lines of, "Don't tell." She didn't know if she could, even if she wanted to.

Misaki had come when there was light outside, but it was dark when she finally escaped the grounds of Miyabigaoka. She left with the knowledge that nothing was broken — in her body — and that she, being supposedly lucky, did not even have a concussion. Makeup covered her wrecked face, but to the unsuspecting eye, nothing would seem out of the ordinary.

Tora had ordered for someone to drive her home. She was silent during the ride back, and didn't even thank the driver. She also didn't notice the emerald-eyed guy that she walked past, so stuck in a daze she was. She was pulled out of her reverie, however, when his hand shot out and yanked her back. She gasped, pain overwhelming her, and turned toward her potential attacker.

Tora had raped her repeatedly mere hours before. She was not prepared for any more assaults today. When she saw that it was only Usui, she visibly deflated. She was relieved, but also distraught, to see him. She hadn't realized it until now, but every time she had closed her eyes, trying to block out the monstrosity that was happening to her, Usui had filled her mind. His face had been vivid to her, and he was the light that she clung to in her moment of darkness.

It was in that room, while Tora violated her countless times, that she realized she loved Usui.

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