Hey guys! I kind of lost the inspiration for my last fic and decided to start a new one. I haven't decided if I will finish it. So here is a warning, this chapter is really intense soooo….yeah. You have been warned.
Woman POV
She was walking home from work; it was dark, with filtered moonbeams across the sidewalk every few feet. She hummed tunelessly to herself, reveling in the peace and quiet of the night after a hard day's work. "Sakura!"cried a voice. She jumped, and turned pink locks swishing in front of her face. She relaxed as she realized it was merely her co-worker, and best friend Ino. "Sakura! You forgot your purse!" Sakura smiled, and exhaled in the chilly night air. Her friend caught up to her. "Baka! Always forgetting…" she shook her head, and punched her friend playfully. "Ne, am I your slave?"
Sakura took the bag from her. "Thanks Ino. See you tomorrow!" She waved and walked off. Ino walked back to the building she had come out of. Sakura swung her bag as she walked. Suddenly, she felt as if she was being watched. She turned her head. There were three men following her. She looked ahead again, quickly, and walked faster. Now she could hear their footsteps. She broke into a light jog. One of the men wolf whistled. They were closer now. Her jog sped, almost a run. Her heart pumped faster, and she could hear her breath coming fast and heavy.
Reaching a hand into her pocket, she tried to find her cellphone…and tripped. The heel of her shoe caught in a crack, and she fell forward, bracing herself with her handbag. The strap snapped. "Shit." she cursed under her breath. She looked behind her again. The men had almost caught up to her. Now they were only about twenty feet away.
Hurrying to her feet, she tried to run again when suddenly a hand caught her wrist. She whipped around. "Where you going beautiful?" asked the man leering at her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath; it enveloped her in a foul smelling cloud. She pulled at her wrist but he didn't let go. "Let me go!" she said angrily, frightened. He pulled her closer to him, stumbling as she went. Now his arm was around her waist, her face right next to his. She could see the unshaven stubble on his cheek.
The other two men laughed unpleasantly. "Time for some fun." Said one of them. Sakura inhaled sharply and gagged on the smell of sake and rum. She was afraid now, very afraid. The man holding her wrist without warning spun her around and twisted her arms high behind her back. Pain shot through her shoulders like a hot poker. She screamed loudly before the second man jammed his knee hard into her stomach. She doubled over, all the air knocked out of her in a great WHOOSH!
No sooner was that over when a hand slapped backhand across her face. She fell to the ground face stinging. Right then a rain of blows started to fall on her. As one of them kicked her stomach she heard "Be careful of the important stuff!" She heard something crunch and groaned as the pain hit. She suspected her ribs might be broken. A fist knocked her head back onto the concrete. Pain exploded in her head and stars whizzed in front of her eyes. Another blow to her stomach. One, two, three. Hands on her throat constricting, choking. She sputtered, pain resounding through her whole body. Her hands clawed weakly at her captors fingers.
Finally she was released, and the beating stopped. She lay limp on the ground, barely conscious. A pair of arms hauled her to her feet, and shoved her along. She half walked half staggered her way to a parked van.
Two of the men yanked the back doors open while the third one picked up and threw her bodily inside. She hit the floor with a thud, and mercifully blacked out. When she came to, she was lying awkwardly on a hard surface, arms and legs tangled together. Her whole body throbbed as a whole. She opened her eyes. It was so dark that it made no difference. She was weakly trying to push herself into a sitting position when a light fell across the floor, blinding her with its brightness.
One of the men grabbed her upper arm and dragged her out of the back of the van. He pulled her into a dark alleyway. Her heart pounded and blood rushed in her ears. She was too weak to resist. The man stopped suddenly, and shoved her in front of him. She collapsed on her knees on a flattened piece of cardboard. Her eyes were now adjusted to the dim lighting, and she looked up, trembling.
In front of her, there was a wall with two loops coming out of it of some unknown material. She looked to her right and to her horror saw the other two men walking her way. One of them had a smile on his face. She tried to back away, but was stopped by the man who had taken her from the van. He yanked her to her feet again, and threw her backwards against the wall. One man grabbed her wrists and restrained her, while the other grabbed her legs immobilizing her completely.
The third man, who she called Big Nose in her head, was bigger than the other two, and he came slowly towards her, in no hurry, like a predator to prey. She began to whimper, and a filthy rag was stuffed inside her mouth. She heard the snick of a kunai. Her eyes widened and she caught a glimpse of it in the half light. He was still smiling. She tried to break free and was rewarded with an elbow into her stomach. He raised the kunai and carefully slit open her blouse. Her knees trembled and she would have fallen if she had not been restrained. Big Nose pulled the two sides far apart, and breathed out at the sight of her chest.
He inhaled in again, closing his eyes like he was enjoying every minute of it. Then, he placed the tip of the kunai on her pale quivering stomach. She rolled her eyes up, thinking, This is the end. But he did not stab her. Instead, he drew a line with the knife, cutting ever so carefully. Her body jerked, and she tilted her head back hard, unable to scream. Pain like she had never felt ripped across her abdomen. The flesh remained together for a second and then the blood began to pour out. He laughed then; a low, evil sound. He then put the knife to her throat. She began to beg in her mind. Please stop! PLEASE! He pressed the edge into her skin. There was fire in her throat. He removed it without killing her. He nodded to the men holding her down, and they let go.
She swayed for a moment and then fell to her hands and knees onto the cardboard clutching at her stomach. The men chuckled together. "Now the real fun starts!" she heard one of them say. She shook her head violently, trying to pull her blouse together. "We'll take it in turns Ichiou." Said one of them. Kami sama, please don't let them rape me! She prayed. I'm still a virgin!
Hands grasped her shoulders and pushed her onto her back. Her shirt flopped open. Ichiou squatted next to her while the other two restrained her again. He took the knife and sliced through the straps of her bra. Then he gently, almost lovingly removed it. Her breasts rose like pale mountains in the dimness. He began to breathe more heavily. He ran his hands over her body, over her breasts, her stomach. She shuddered with each touch both from horror and from pain. Her stomach burned, and each breath was sheer torture. Bending his head like he was going to kiss her navel, he stuck out his tongue and licked a line up her stomach between her breasts to her lips. She shuddered again, disgusted. He moaned. He bent his head again, and began to gently suck on her nipple forcing it up.
She struggled, but the men kept her down. He moaned again, and sucked on the other nipple licking it, and nipping it, always stroking her body. Shoving his face close to hers, he pulled the rag out with his teeth, and kissed her hard, biting her lip so hard that it bled. She couldn't breathe, and finally he released her, groaning, hands planted on either side of her. The rag gone, she screamed, only to receive a slap. He unbuckled his belt, and took off his pants. "NO!" she yelled, kicking and wriggling. She got another punishing slap. Ichiou straddled her grinding his hips down.
He tried to force himself into her mouth. She whipped her head from side to side, feeling it bouncing on her face. She refused to open her mouth. One of the men on the side pinched her nose. She held her breath until she couldn't anymore, and opened her mouth, gasping. He shoved his penis in. He groaned, and thrust forward. She could not breathe or speak with him in her mouth. He thrust again, and it touched the back of her throat. One of the men on the sides grasped her cheeks and began to manipulate them in a sucking motion. The sweating, hairy man on top of her groaned louder, and thrust harder.
Suddenly, her mouth filled with a foul tasting sticky substance that overflowed onto her chin. Finally he pulled out, and she coughed, spitting out white semen. Her cheeks were wet. She hadn't even noticed she was crying. The men on either side laughed and clapped the bigger man on the back. The bigger man was breathing as though he had run a marathon. He took his penis and began to rub it in between her breasts and all along her stomach. It felt like an iron bar. And then her chest was covered with the same sticky mess.
Giggling, the man unzipped her skirt, and drew it off roughly, while the men on either side spread her legs wide and stuffed the rag back in. She closed her eyes not wanting to see. Please…He began moving his hands up the insides of her thighs, feeling his way to the center, where he began to massage. She looked up to the sky above the dim lights in the alley and prayed desperately. Just kill me.
Man POV
He was walking back home from one of his favorite haunts, where he liked to sit and watch the stars after hitting the bar. It was a clear night, but a night like any other night, until he heard a desperate scream pierce the quiet. He stiffened, and stopped walking. He looked around, head moving from side to side like a tracking dog. It had been a woman's scream. Normally, he would continue walking. But there was something about the cry that held him there.
Almost subconsciously, he decided to find the owner of the scream. He turned into a dark alleyway padding noiselessly on the concrete. Another scream came. "NO!" He sped up. It had been closer. Another turn, and…he stood dumbstruck and frozen. In front of him, a woman was sprawled on the ground with two men holding her down, and another one missing his pants with his hands up her crotch. The look on her face told him everything he needed to know. He was horrified. Rage began to spread icily across his body. How dare they do that to her? His blood began to boil. And he sprang into action.
Sakura POV
Just kill me. The man shifted position grinning evilly, and prepared to enter her…when a fist knocked him all the way across the alley. A dark figure landed lightly in front of her spinning to face the two restrainers. He launched into a series of flying kicks. They both went flying only to get up again and run angrily at the specter roaring and grunting. Sakura grabbed her skirt, and pulled it on as fast as she could, and tried to close her blouse.
She couldn't get a good look at the person who had saved her. Suddenly, the figure cried out. 'WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING TO HER, YOU FUCKING PERVERTS!' He began punching all three of them, kicking, and dodging badly aimed, slow-moving blows. They were drunk, and sluggish, and he beat the crap out of them. (woooo! Go dark angel! *eyebrows go up and down* guess who? :D) He hit them over and over again, continuing even when they stopped moving. 'E-excuse me?" Sakura's voice quavered through the air.
'What?' he hissed, turning his face to her. She gasped when she saw him. He was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. The chiseled face of a god looked back at her. Most startling were his eyes. They were scarlet with pinpricks of black in three spots in each eye. She swallowed. "I-I j-just thought they might be de…" was all she managed before collapsing with the last thought He can't be a god. So I guess he's an angel…a dark angel.
Hello! Sorry for such an intense scene…but I really wanted the fic to start off intense and exciting…I'm not some random creeper who comes up with these things….:p anyways. Please read and review!