Chapter two

Super guard just loved to tell stories, and I mean all kinds of stories. Stories of love, murder, action, I loved the suspense ones, and he loved reading books aloud too. Of course he'd never admit it, but that's a whole other topic.

Anyways he strapped me to the chair and placed both his hand on the arm rests so that he was leaning over me and glared directly into my eyes.

"Damn, your just so...corruptible" he practically moans. He went to the table and gave me three of the five shots and I didn't start feeling woozy until after he gave me the fifth one. I felt sensitive all of a sudden, like, just a touch would send me over the edge. I think he gave me some kind of drug I don't know what it was. I began to get all sweaty too, and my skin was burning, not like fire burning but that kind of burning feeling you get when your really aroused. Super guard undid the straps that held me down, and he started taking off his dress shirt.

"What did you do to me?" I literally moaned, just talking had me over the edge. He gave me that crazy smile,

"Just a little something to make it feel better" he told me and not a second later he was on me. He adjusted the seat so that the upper half was laid out flat. His fingers roamed my skin and I began to sweat more. I couldn't help but breathe heavily and rapidly. He entwined his fingers in mine lifting my hands over my head, pressing his body against mine. That sent me over the edge and down the mountain. I must've moaned so loud birds flocked. I gasped, my eyes rolling upwards.

"Let me tell you a story" super guard suddenly said, undoing the zipper of his pants and lifting my gown over my head and tossing it to the side. Damn, I felt so exposed that time and it was cold too.

"Once upon a time there was a black crow and a red lion- his callous hand grabbed my waist and urged me toward his happy place.

-The lion was very hungry and the only thing to eat around him was a black crow" his other hand gripped my stomach.

"The lion would've ate him sooner but the crow was full of tricks, so one day when the lion once again tried to eat him, the crow made the lion a deal- his full aroused member was hanging out between the zipper lines. Damn that thing was big.

-'If you can solve this simple riddle then I'll let you eat me' the crow said" and that enlarged member went right into me. No preparation or anything. I swear if I'd known sex hurt I would've become a nun or something.

"Of course the lion excepts" super guard said in quick breaths.

"What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs at night" Drool was seeping out my mouth in small rivulets.

"'What kind of fucking riddle is that?' the lion said. But he began to think about it and it took him five minutes to realize that he didn't know the answer. And he became infuriated, if he didn't get it right then he couldn't eat the crow. But then the lion started to gain some common sense, and when the crow least expected it the lion grabbed it and stuck its teeth into it, blood spraying everywhere, and ate the crow. The end." I never said any of his stories were really good, but it was something to pass the time as he, err... you know, did things. And you know, he did more things then just play around inside me. He tortured me too, not something I want to get in detail over, unless you want me to, if you really get a kick out of it.

Shiro was able to get a hold of some sweets one day, specifically that being chocolate and raspberry tarts. It was morning time and Ganta, Shiro and I were in the courtyard, eating the sweets and smiling as if everything was perfect. I learned that Ganta's guard was some tall lady with huge breasts, can't remember her name right now, but I'm sure it'll come to me. Anyways as we were eating sweets and drinking water from the fountain-yes the water was perfectly drinkable-we began to talk about our guards.

"That lady is always smacking me upside the head with her sword hilt, I swear, sometimes I don't even do anything wrong and she still does it" Shiro laughed.

"Shiro's guard loves to show her pictures"

"Pictures" I said,

"Yup, of his children and wife". I wished super guard would just show me pictures of whatever, instead of getting high off of my body. I must've had a sad expression at that time, cause Shiro became all pouty and tried to offer me her sweets-mind you she adores sweets- but I rejected her attempts to comfort me.

"It's alright Shiro, I've at least gotten used to his length"

"Length?" Ganta said, he's only like thirteen, fourteen. He's such an innocent kid; I hope he never gets into the whole porn thing. Not that I ever have, but...Anyways, Shiro tried to explain to him but I stopped her, letting her know it was useless.

"I outta beat that super guard to a pulp!" she yelled, forming fists. I chuckled, there was no way a small girl like her could ever go against such a big guy. But I did smile, and she smiled back just as warmly. And I began to wonder-what did she do to end up in this place? Even though she used her name in third person she didn't seem like she belonged in the asylum. And I wanted to ask at that moment, but we were having such a great time, I just let it slip my mind. Anyways, after a few more hours it was time for us to return to our rooms, so we all said our good byes and went our separate ways. On my way to my room I passed this guy, this extremely muscular guy. Okay not that muscular but he seemed like one of those body obsessed athletes. His hair was wild and black, so were his eyes, and he had nicely tan skin with a tattoo on it, placed above his right brow. DSMK, that's what the tattoo was. He glanced at me not even second and was turning his head away, I think he was blushing or something. I won't give you his name now, cause it's not that important now, and all you need to know is that he tended to be the one to safe me in my most, scary, situations.

So I'm in my room, lying on my bed thinking about my parents and younger brother. I was a decent child, I wasn't bad, like delinquent bad, and I wasn't good either. I mean everyone gets in trouble every now and then, no one's perfect, and people that think they are should just go jump off a bridge...Anyways I was pretty decent, but my younger brother was a complete evil imp. Even his appearance was demonic yet he was utterly beautiful. He had these lovely lavender eyes, that were rarity in my family, and such luscious dark hair that framed a perfect round face, and I loved his peach creamy skin. He could fool anyone with his appearance and just he loved it when he got in trouble, whether it be for fighting or vandalizing or stealing, he loved the attention. And my parents gave him enough attention, so much in fact that I nearly became the ghost in the house. I think that's what he wanted all along, for me to be ignored, but I could never bring myself to think that. I love my brother dearly-I'd jump in front of a bullet for him. And my thoughts were dispersed when super guard came into my room looking all flustered and agitated. His brows were drawn in disdainfully and he was frowning, like someone just killed his puppy or something frowning. He glared at me darkly and I shrunk into the bed sheets. I hated his eyes so damn much. He took out a case of cigarettes from his jean pocket, popping open the case, sticking one in-between his teeth and lighting it with a lighter that came out of his other pocket. And he walked over to me, bringing that terrible stench with him,

"Let me tell you a story, girl" he had already unbuttoned his shirt,

"There was a cannibal duck and a hunter that lived in a forest- his pants were on the floor.

-The cannibal made a pact with the hunter, the hunter could hunt all the ducks in the forest to his heart's desire, but in exchange half of those ducks went to the cannibal duck" he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his chest.

"Everything was perfectly peachy until the hunter discovered the duck was taking more ducks than they bargained for- he slapped me hard, pushed me onto the floor with such force that I grunt out in pain, feeling my skin slightly tear from the concrete impact. And he was over me, his foot on my shoulder holding me down on the floor.

"And the hunter got extremely pissed, but he couldn't do anything about, cause the cannibal duck happened to be the king of the forest, so you know what the hunter fucking did!" I stared up at him, crying bitterly.

"He walked away and with his tail in-between his legs like a fucking loser!" and he kicked me harshly and grabbed my hair and forcing me onto the bed, towering over me. And I was petrified, like a fucking statue. He slapped me again and thrust his member into me once more. And that powerful thrust was so abnormally hard that I passed out. And when I woke up the next morning I was covered in scratches and long cuts that went up my stomach. And super guard was lying next to me, sleeping like he had the worst night ever.