(Warning. This chapter is M rated,and therefore this story has just become M rated. There's no cute lemons in this chapter, but there's mentioning and flashbacks of rape. Viewer discretion is advised.)
The next morning, Mason walked out of his room carrying wearing the same outfit as yesterday, only dark blue. He lacked an umbrella, sensing that it would be overcast but not raining. He shut the door behind himself and locked it. Mason spun on his heel and jumped backwards at what he saw.
"Jesus!" he yelled.
Allison was standing in front of her door, wearing a white dress that reached mid-calf, holding a brown satchel close to her side. She had a confused look on her face, one ear hanging sideways.
"What?" He pushed his glasses up and regained his composure.
"Eh—uh—h-how long have you been there?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Ten minutes. Maybe less. I don't have a watch." She shrugged her shoulders.
"W-why?"
"I wanted to walk with you."
"Where? I need to get to work. You don't happen to go to—"
"Silver Creek Middle? Yeah, I go there. I'm supposed to go today, at least."
"What do you me—oh, for the love of all that's holy…" he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "You're bus group two, number 17. It comes along at 7:20. Go get some rest, young lady."
"But I want to walk with you," she said, hanging her head dramatically. "Walking wakes me up."
"Alright," he said. "Come along, now. Lest we be late for the bus."
"I wanted to walk."
"The public bus. The one we took yesterday. Remember?"
"Oh! Right! I'm fine with those."
"The combusken proves otherwise…" he said under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." He walked down the hall with heavy feet, Allison's soon following. Her tail bounced slightly with every step. They stumbled down the stairs, and went to the bus stop. "Yesterday, Allison," he began. "What did you mean by 'You have no idea how much that means to me?' And then you hugged my leg? What's wrong?" She held her breath for a few seconds, closing her eyes.
"I-I'd rather not," she whispered. "Not here… not now."
"I… guess I can understand that. Could you tell me when school's done?"
"Y-yeah, I guess. Sure."
The two walked down the hall and to their doors, stopping when they got there.
"So…" Mason said. "What happened?" He opened his door. She darted into his apartment, whizzing past him and landing on a couch.
"C-can we talk? In here?"
"Alright, whatever's comfortable." He walked in and closed the door.
"Um… please… don't call the police if I tell you this…"
"Excuse me? If it warrants the police than I will call them!" He reached for a landline.
"No! Please! Don't!" She grabbed his wrist and jerked him away from the phone.
"Why?"
"Dad won't like it…" she said, looking down.
"Again, why? What does your dad have anything to do with this?" He squinted his eyes and looked at her intently.
"P-please. Hear me out before you do anything. To the end." He leaned back and perked up his ears.
"I'm listening. Go on."
"Dad… he… did… things…" she stuttered.
"What things…?" he said, raising his voice.
"Please… be quiet… I don't want you disturbing anyone if you yell.
"Speak." She hesitated and took in a deep breath, putting her hand on her stomach.
"He…"
"You fucking cunt!" a blaziken yelled with spittle in his voice as he smacked a lucario upside the head. "You and your damned mind… education… music… why do you make me pay for these things? Money just doesn't appear out of THIN AIR!" He smacked her again.
"Please! I'm sorry! Just stop!"
"Your mother… so stupid… now we're broke because of you and her… you're gonna pay…" he said as he picked up a belt. "Very, very handsomely…." He backhanded the belt buckle on her thigh, making her screech. He tossed the belt into a corner and started to tie her to the bed.
"Please! No more! I'll be good!"
"So where's the money?" he questioned sarcastically, right before belting her on her stomach, ripping a hole in her dress.. He ripped off the rest of her dress and smacked the buckle right on her thigh, earning a guttural, soon breathless scream from the poor child. He took off his pants and underwear, letting his junk hang for all to see.
"W-what? What are you—"
"Suck."
"No!" He grabbed the belt and sent the buckle whipping at her side, making her cry.
"Suck." He offered up his manmeat to her face, and she reluctantly obliged. She took it into her maw and slowly sucked on it, shallow breaths traveling through her nostrils. The blaziken grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock into her throat, fucking her head. She gagged and threw up. "What the fuck!" he yelled. He took the belt and whipped her on the stomach, blood slowly oozing from her fur. "You're lucky I can't break your bones…" he said as he whipped her again on the stomach, her mouth agape and out of breath for an adequate scream. The blaziken mounted her and put the tip to her pussy, making her shake her head left and right. "Oh, yes…" he said as he penetrated her. Her eyes went wide with the sharp pain entering her body, her vagina begging for the foreign matter to be pushed out. He thrusted into her until he came, pulling out and letting his semen drip out of her pussy. He untied her and pinned her to the wall, gripping her neck with his long talons. "You speak of this to anyone…" he whispered as he dragged his other talon across her stomach. "I'll gut the life out of you…" She nodded hastily, and he let her go, her form shaking the room as she fell. She crawled to her room, and silently cried the night away.
"Raped… me…" she said silently. Mason sat there, blankly looking at the poor girl.
"How long? How long ago?" he said quietly.
"L-l-last night..." He slowly nodded.
"Let me see. I won't hurt you." She shakily lifted her dress to see a long bruise on her thigh. She looked at him questioningly, and he said, "You don't have to." She shook her head and lifted her dress more, exposing a long scab just above her belly button. "Has he done this to you before?"
"He has hurt me before… but he hasn't… raped me…"
"Let me call someone… not the police. Yet." She nodded. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, Max. Come over, quick."
"Whoa there, buddy. First of all, hello. Secondly, what's shaking?"
"No time. Just come over, quick."
"I can't, there's this trial that I finished, and I need to file some paperwork."
"This is more important than paperwork. Come. Now. A child's life is at stake."
"Oh. I'll be there in 5." Mason put the phone back, and looked at her.
"My brother will be here soon."
