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Where She Belongs

By: Apherion

Chapter 2

-Orihime-

I knocked on the door to my room, hoping that Ulquiorra had taken his leave for the night. After all, I was quite sure it was early in the morning (perhaps four in the morning). Time moved so differently here in this place of perpetual night.

"Yes, princess," sneered the guard. His voice sounded familiar, but I could not place it. I did not let that bother me, however.

"I need…the bathroom…" I said shakily. I had barely slept any since Ulquiorra left, trying to piece together why he did what he had done. There was a cold laugh for a reply, but the door was pulled open. I gasped, staggering back. There was no mistaking who he was now, and why he was familiar.

It would have been hard to forget who the blue hair and the bone that covered his right jaw line belonged to. She also knew why he had a freshly grown arm; it was by her doing. Grimmjow stared at her expectantly.

"Well, c'mon girl." I couldn't help feeling just a bit anxious around him. He was much too much like Ichigo, only more violent and more reckless. I frowned, suddenly feeling no need to leave the room.

"I, uh…I'll just wait, I'm sorry." I made the mistake of turning my back on the Espada. He followed me into my room, grabbing my forearm. His grip was tighter than Ulquiorra's, and it frightened me. I knew Ulquiorra would not return until the morning meal was presented.

I felt his other hand brush my hair over my shoulder, revealing my neck to him. I stiffened immediately at his touch; goose bumps erupted over my exposed skin. His breath was on my neck and I tried to pull away from him.

"Where do you think you're going?" His arrogant voice was timed perfectly as he yanked me into his body. I felt his free hand begin to remove the glove that reached to just below my shoulder. My mind began to panic, as his fingers removed the ring that grounded the glove on my middle finger. What was he doing? Why was he doing this?

I felt his hand grip the newly exposed skin while his other hand removed my remaining arm cover. I heard the clink of metal on the stone when the ringed gloves hit the floor. I struggled to free myself again, fighting against the hold he had on me.

"Let me go!" I cried, feeling the panic take over. His grip loosened enough for me to shake free of his hold, and I turned to face him. "Get out," I said shakily, my knees quivering. His eyes looked wilder now, and he gave me a crooked grin.

"What if I don't want to? You look good enough to eat." I took a step back, my flight instinct coming to life. I knew it would be useless to try, and tears filled my eyes. Did Ulquiorra ask him to do this? I couldn't just stand there; I had to try to get away.

I ran, attempting to make the distance between us greater, but as I suspected, it was futile. He pursued me, pushing me down to the floor. My fear escalated, and I fought to get out from beneath him. I clawed at his face and almost was able to scramble to my feet, when he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me into the stone.

Stars winked in front of my eyes from hitting my head when he shoved me down. He had straddled me, still holding me by my shoulders. He looked down at me greedily, and I screamed for him to let me go. His smile widened, and he bit at my neck. I closed my eyes, feeling the stream of tears escape. I was his prisoner now, not Aizen's.

He took my wrists into one hand, forcing them above my head so fast it burned the muscles in my shoulders uncomfortably. His other hand began to unzip the front my strapless dress that was fashioned the same as my other. I knew what was happening, but I still didn't want to give in. I tried pulling my hands free from his unrelenting grasp, but he just tightened his hold. It felt like he would break them.

I felt the strain of the zipper being pulled down stop, and I opened my eyes. Hoping against hope he would just leave, just let me go. His hand reached to uncover my breasts before grabbing so tight to one I cried out in pain. The way his hand was massaging me hurt too much, as though he was trying to remove it from my chest. He leaned into me, and I turned my face away, shutting my eyes tight. However, he did not get close to my face, and I knew why when he bit down.

I whimpered, my ears becoming wet from crying. The zipper was tugged down even more before it stopped. Grimmjow released my wrists and I turned over immediately, using my knees to propel me forward, closer to the door. He grabbed at me as I managed to get to my feet, but instead he only had a handful of fabric. I heard him cursing as he stood up. I didn't stop running, despite my lack of clothing. I wanted to make it outside of the door.

I was within reach when he had grabbed me and thrown me over his shoulder.

"No, let me go! Please! Let me go!" I shouted with all my might, not knowing if anyone would hear or come to help, all the while hitting my fists against his back. He tossed me onto the sofa bed, taking off his jacket. I spotted the number six on his left rib cage.

"You're pissing me off," was all he said before he climbed on top of me. Please no, I begged silently with god. He pulled my legs apart, and I started crying harder. I have to be asleep! However, that thought was quickly removed by the pain that ripped through me. I was too dry for him to enter me, and he forced himself inside. I'd never felt anything like it before, the burn that shot through me was horrific. The stretching that occurred felt as though he was shattering my bone. I shut my eyes, drowning in the scream.

He grabbed my face, as he thrust inside me. "Look at me," he commanded with such anger, I could not disobey. I watched his feral expression as he grabbed hungrily at my body, and I attempted to imagine I was anywhere else, with Ichigo. He was brutally in me, sadistically causing every thrust, every pull to make me wince and cry in pain.

He then leaned back onto the bed, holding my waist tightly in his arms, but I could not focus on anything but the splitting pain that ricocheted through me. Finally, the pain seemed to stop. His voice called out to me again, and the torture grew.

With his hands digging into my hips, he was able to move me and him. I choked, feeling each thrust break further into me. "Look. At. Me." He punctuated each word by pulling me down as he thrust upwards. I looked down, seeing him strain as he forced himself into me. I could see my tears dropping onto him, too. I direly wished he would stop. I wanted it all to be over. I looked even further down as saw the blood that was on him and dripping onto my bed.

Then, I felt him shudder inside of me.

-Ulquiorra-

He had woken up earlier than he had expected to, given that he usually woke in time to deliver her breakfast. Ulquiorra rolled his shoulders, feeling them crack and release the built up nitrogen from the night. It was five in the morning, maybe earlier. Either way, he needed to go check up on the woman and make sure she was still alive.

He removed himself from his bed, reaching for his clothes. He had left her to one of his subordinates, and was sure she would be just fine. Then what Grimmjow had said only hours before registered with him.

"You do realize if you don't fuck her, someone else will." Ulquiorra did not bother with his jacket, and left the room with only his shoes and pants on. He only walked swiftly, not wanting to appear distressed should he meet an insomniac Arrancar. As he thought, he passed no one in the hallways leading up to her room.

However, as he neared her door, he saw that the sentry he had posted earlier was nowhere to be found. Ulquiorra did not flare up with anger, even though he knew what Espada Number Six had done. He could not lose his composure, no matter what.

He opened the door, revealing Orihime's crying form, sitting on her red stained bed. He did not say anything as he entered the room and shut the door behind him. Calmly, he moved towards her, seeing how her body shook with each of her sobs. He did not sit on the soiled bed, but he still reached out to touch her. She flinched away from his touch, pushing herself down the couch, away from him. He noticed how she winced in pain.

Her bloodshot grey eyes found his bright green ones, and she sniffled, drawing her knees closer to her, trying to hide her naked state. He looked at her without saying anything. She dropped her head, curling into herself.

"I'll be good," she said, her voice muffled by her knees. He looked at her questioningly.

"What do you mean, woman?" His voice was cool, not giving away his concern for how badly she was taking this.

"I'll be good," she repeated. This was not the answer he was looking for, and he grabbed her by the shoulders, which caused her head to snap up.

"You have not answered me." He could feel his anger rising, wanting to know exactly what she meant by 'being good'. However, her lips quivered, and he saw her eyes well with tears. He could see how splotchy her face was from crying, and he inadvertently moved closer to her. The human desire that she had rekindled wanted him to bring peace to her.

"I-I'll do whatever you want me to do," she stammered quickly. Tears spilled from her eyes, and her hands touched the waistband of the pants he had on. "I-I won't give you any problems. I know that…that you sent him"—he knew the words she would say next—"to punish me."

"He was here of his own volition. I did not send him." Her hands dropped from his waistline and streams of tears fell down her cheeks. "Come on."

He grabbed her hands, but she immediately shrieked. "N-no, please don't!" He pulled her to her feet, ignoring her paranoid scream. She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Let me go, p-please let me go," she whimpered. "I'll be good, I'll be good…" she started repeating those three words as though they were a lifeline. He pulled her into him, holding her fast so she wouldn't struggle. He leaned down, his lips touching the shell of her ear.

"I will not hurt you, Orihime Inoue." Her head dropped against his chest as her body shook from the tears. "You need to go to the baths. Do not worry, no one is awake now." She nodded against him, and he took it as acquiescence. Carefully, he took one of her hands again, and led them to the door.

TBC...