The little brat was a problem. I didn't want her to leave, something was still drawing me to her but she was so independent…so fervent. I thought she would be a submissive prisoner, one whose excellent skills would make her a perfect executive candidate. Of course the current executives were against it from the start. They're so ignorant when they constantly claw away at each other hoping for a glimpse of attention from me when I could honestly care less about their lives. I value their skills as planners, trainers, and leaders. Their humanity means nothing to me. If I actually cared for their lives, I would be wasting my time with the ominous "love" emotion.
Her name was Hikari. She was vibrant and young. She was also the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It is not an emotion to think somebody is physically attractive. It is simply a fact. Her chocolate eyes are constantly full of wonder and her hair is silky with the most stunning tones of dark blue. Yes, I became attracted to her. I scolded myself every day for letting myself become attracted to her, but I saw it more as a vital human need rather than a petty emotion. It is a fact that humans have sexual desires towards other humans. This sexual desire must also be filled. Of course I filled it.
How young was she? I believe those many months ago I first brought her to the base she was 14 years old. The first time it happened, I came to her in the middle of the night. My craving for her small body was pulsing through me. I had kept her in simple grunts quarters since she obviously wasn't suited for the cells in the dungeon. Most of the grunts in the surrounding quarters were asleep when I burst into her room. I had only chatted with her briefly before the occasion. I had interrogated her motives and what she hoped to achieve through her childish "Pokemon journey" that I could no longer let her continue on. Of course she continued to argue with me, but I would not waver.
All my actions that night were on complete lust and impulse, but I do not regret what I did to her. She filled my needs and was punished for her rebellious attitude she had solely given me. I could tell she was surprised to see me when I slammed the door behind me and locked it tight. I ran to her bed and ripped the sheets off of her. I could also tell she was trying to cover her utter fear but it just increased my pulse and the feeling building deep within my core. She was wearing a long t-shirt with panties and I snatched the articles of clothing off of her in a moment. When she realized my intentions as I was undoing my pants her shrieks became annoyingly loud. I didn't care how the grunts would view me anyways so I slapped her. She stopped immediately but tears began to run down her face. I could already tell from what I observed from her that she was a virgin. It was simply orgasmic the first time I fully thrusted myself into her tight and unwelcoming body. I was in complete control over her, and I loved it.
Releasing into her with the best orgasm I had ever experienced was relieving but I still wasn't finished. She tried to hold back her screams but couldn't. I went even further, putting my full length into her mouth. She was so incompetent she couldn't even suppress her gag reflex. She vomited everywhere after I pulled out of her mouth and it was disgusting. Hikari was on the floor shaking and sobbing, but I couldn't allow myself to pity her. Instead I kicked her body with full power against the wall. I hoped her delicate and immaculate skin would soon be covered with bruises and scars. But I would feel a sense of control knowing I caused those scars. After I came the second time down her throat and kicked her, I quickly put my pants back on and slipped out of the room, ignoring the horrified glances of many grunts as I strolled down the seemingly endless halls.
This routine repeated for weeks. I would go to her room at sporadic times and fuck her senseless. Team Galactic's plans were going smoothly, but the stresses of my subordinates became a daily ache. Holding in every ounce of emotion I could feel was tiring too. So basically I would use the 10 minute sessions with her and her fragile form to release everything I had building inside of me from the preceding days.
For a while I was convinced I had completely crushed her. She seemed like a mess. She cried all the time, refused to eat, and was bruised everywhere. I thought I had a victory. The girl with the most life I had ever seen now broken, because of me. I had this mindset until one night when I creeped in her room. She didn't notice me, but what she was doing caught my glance. There was another nameless grunt in her room with her Pokemon. Hikari was smiling and petting it as well as bandaging it. The Pokemon seemed to have an injured wing and she was whispering things to it and wrapping its wounds. The grunt kept whispering through happy tears Thank you! Thank you! And she continued to smile.
"Your friend is fine. Just be more careful with it in battle. I'm sorry they won't heal it hear…" her gaze moved down. The grunt quickly got up and hugged Hikari.
"Stay strong." the grunt breathed. She took her Pokemon looking to leave but instead was met by my cold stare.
"Akagi, sir!" She yelled, obviously surprised by my presence.
"Leave." I hissed and she obeyed, practically running from the doorway.
Hikari stood up. But this time she did so without acknowledging me. She did it with confidence and spirit like the first days she had arrived. I became immediately disappointed, but intrigued. I was disappointed that all of my "punishments" I had given her had failed to crush her spirit. She was an interesting girl. Even though I had taken her to hell and back she managed to retain her spirit. Now I could never let her leave. I took a seat on a chair that faced her bed and crossed one of my legs over the other, making sure to give her my expression of secrecy.
"I'm done crying. I'm done being your sex thing! Why are you doing this to me Akagi!"
I wanted a smile to creep across my lips, but being amused is an emotion she could mistake me for conveying.
"Don't raise your voice like a child Hikari. Anger is getting in the way of what you're trying to tell me. Actually, tell me why you choose emotion over logic. You're such a smart girl Hikari, you don't need those worthless things."
She looked down with her fists squeezed so hard they were beginning to turn white. She trembled slightly and looked up at me.
"I said I wasn't going to cry but honestly I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what you want me to be and whatever it is, I don't want to be it. I'd rather die here than be with you!" she screamed. A single tear rolled down her rosy cheek but her expression remained hard.
Her words sent a familiar sensation through my whole body. A cold shiver ran from my head to my feet. I had not felt this sensation for years. I hadn't felt it since...I realized those words were my breaking point as I snapped back into consciousness. Hikari was on the ground, head to the floor and a pool of blood forming under her face.
Somehow at that moment something changed within me. I fell to the ground next to Hikari, trying to help her as delicately as I could. I ran my fingers through her soft hair. I had never realized how pure it felt between my fingers.
"Hikari I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry." I couldn't help but say the words I truly meant over and over. I couldn't lose her. I had to get her back. I was wrong about her purpose and her mind all along. She was the answer to my problems. Hikari wasn't the answer to my sexual problems, but she was the answer to everything else that was a mess in my life. My stress and my lack of emotions that caused me to fuck her numerous amounts of times. I need her.
"GET OFF OF ME YOU MONSTER!" she shrieked. Her voice had a hint of her usual courage in it but was masked by horror. She curled up in a ball slowly and began to shriek. I'm not sure how long it lasted but she screamed and convulsed. I didn't know what to do but it broke my heart to see her hurt. Usually I enjoyed knowing I had caused her such pain but this time I couldn't take it. I began to cry for the first time in years.
Before my small cry escalated I had to leave the room where she continued to lay in the most awful seizure I had ever witnessed (and could still hear as I exited). I knew that I had ordered Mars and Jupiter to look after her and keep her company at times so I called upon them immediately.
"Please!" I begged into the communication device. "She's hysterical I need her calm PLEASE NOW!" I was now screaming in the hall while receiving incredulous looks from the passing grunts.
I didn't sleep at all that night. I wanted to know Hikari was safe and I wanted her here with me. I had the epiphany that I needed her but I wanted her to feel the same mutually. She probably told Jupiter and Mars every detail of my treatment of her-she had the right to. I wanted to see her one last time. Smell her hair one last time. Look in her childlike eyes one last time.
Suddenly I got a call from the communicator next to my bed. The screen read "Mars" so I immediately picked up to be greeted by the nasal voice I was all too familiar with, but without its usual patronizing tone.
"She wants to see you." I couldn't hint Mars' emotion. It sounded a bit annoyed. But maybe some sadness? Was it sympathy? I was just glad I could give my anxiety a rest, knowing she wanted to at least talk.
"Send her here. Not to my office, my private study."
My bedroom was settled directly outside of my private study. Both architectural pieces were my prides and brought me inner piece when I could study the outside world from my exquisite windows.
"Yes, sir." she stated quietly.
I waited exactly 14 minutes for Hikari to walk in. She was wounded, bearing several apparent bandages and a cast on her right arm. She was seated in a wheelchair as her foot had a small cast too. It almost made me queasy to know I had done this to a poor girl. To somebody's daughter. To somebody's granddaughter. To somebody's baby.
I faced her. Not with arrogance or confidence, but I simply turned to her with a blank expression. I felt it better that she should start the conversation.
Mars simply wheeled her over to me and I sat down on a leather sofa facing her.
To my complete surprise she gave me a wry smile and I raised a single eyebrow in response. Then she giggled. Giggled?
"I thought you had broken me for good this time Akagi. But once again you're wrong. I'm back." She smiled again, cheekily this time. I sat agape, not knowing how to respond truly. I got myself back together and said back to her, "I'm done trying to break you. I'm truly sorry." I tried to stay collected as I stood up and bowed to her.
"I'm not ready to forgive even though most people say I'm very sympathetic." Her tone went cold along with her glances at me.
"I understand. And I shall still treat you as a use of mine, a subordinate. But I'm done trying to crush you since you obviously continue to resist." Her change back to her old nature had returned me to mine as well now. I no longer wished to physically abuse her, but I no longer pitied her like I did earlier. But of course she still intrigued me more than any person or scientific experiment I had ever looked upon.
"Well if we're done here I would like to gain some sleep, child." I stated, beginning to turn around.
"One thing," she began defiantly. I turned around to listen to what sarcastic comment she was probably about to throw at me.
"I'm pregnant." she blurted. I stood motionless, paralyzed by her statement