Yay! A new story. I wrote this three months ago but kept it in my journal because I wanted it around for when I used up all my ideas for stories or my brain stalled or something. Of course, it's unfinished so I will have some extra time to come up with a new story. (I do have one, but I only have a start and I need some idea on how to continue before I start writing it.)
Anyway, here is the new story. Now, this is a rape fic, (not until chapter 3, but anyways) so if you don't like those, then don't read it. And please don't flame it because you don't like rape fics. Now if you think it is written badly, then flame away.
Chapter 1 (Misaki's POV)
"I'm going to run to the market for a bit," I called as I walked out the front door. Before I could shut the door though, a pair of arms wrapped around me and Usagi-san whispered in my ear, "I'll miss you, my Misaki."
"Get off me," I snapped, flushing furiously. "I'll be back in thirty minutes."
"I don't think that will stop me from missing you." Usagi kept a hold of me despite my struggles.
With one final shove, I managed to free myself from my lover's grip. "Sayonara, Usagi-baka." With that, I hurried away down the hall before he could grab me again.
I headed downstairs and walked out the front doors of the complex.
I made it as far as the street before a shadow fell over me. As I turned, an arm wrapped around my neck while a coppery smelling cloth was shoved over my mouth and nose. Then everything went hazy and I slumped in my attacker's grip.
…
When I opened my eyes, I was in a room filled with boxes and dust. I blinked rapidly as my eyes burned from the dust.
Then I tried to move my arms, but they were stuck behind my back. Then I tried to move my legs. All they managed to do was curl into my chest together.
I looked down and saw the silver sheen of duct tape wrapped around my knees and ankles. And, since my arms were still planted firmly behind my back, I assumed they shared a similar fate.
I tried to scream only to find my mouth was covered too. I screamed through my nose, hoping someone would hear the weak noise and come to my rescue.
Well, someone did come.
A man, maybe three years older than me, twenty three at most. Looked down at me. I made more noise through my nose. Hopefully they sounded like I was asking for help. The man kneeled down before me, but instead of untying me or doing anything helpful, he reached out and squeezed my nose shut, effectively shutting down all air paths to my lungs. I struggled for breath, my lungs and throat starting to burn.
"If you scream again, I will plug your nose until you suffocate to death, got it?"
I hastily nodded and he released my nose. I inhaled quickly, almost choking on the air. Then I coughed, making my throat hurt worse.
I was too busy gasping to notice other people entering the room. It wasn't until one of them said in a deep voice, "Hey, boss, is this the brat? Kinda young." I looked around until I spotted two more men who were probably a bit older than the first man, but obviously cowed by him.
"They like 'em young these days," the first man replied. Then he turned back to me. All three pairs of eyes leered down at me unpleasantly. Here's how this is going to work," he continued. "We are going to hold you ransom, and your lover is going to pay up. If he doesn't pay up, you die. If he does pay up, you'll still die. Personally, I don't care to leave people who've seen my face among the living."
I gulped. No matter what I was screwed. "But, we will be sure to kill you quick if he does pay. If not, well, I'll leave it to my boys here to decide your fate. Maybe they'll go easy on you…but I doubt it." One of the men smirked and cracked his knuckles. I had a very bad feeling about this. "Boys, the money drop will be set for ten pm tomorrow. If you're not there on time, you don't get a cut of the money. We'll come back and kill him afterwards." (a/n: yes I know leaving the hostage without a guard is stupid beyond words, but these are not hardened criminals. These are people who have gotten bored and want money. This gets explained more thoroughly later, but I'm putting this in now so that people understand why they would be doing something like that.)
"Yes, sir," they said in unison.
"Good, until then, enjoy your little toy." He turned and started to leave. "Sayonara, Misaki-kun." He vanished from sight, leaving me alone with the thugs. I gulped once more.
Then one of them started reaching for his belt. And I knew what was going to happen next. I tried to scream once more as the two men loomed over me.
TBC
So, what does everyone think? For the record, this is the cold, analytical part of my personality warring with my perverted aspects, so it's going to get very…different. It is almost the opposite of the other stories I've written…actually its completely different. Anyway, please review.
