Trees, branches, and bushes…. The things of nature rush past my field of vision, along with the flashbacks of His face….

"J-Jane…." The sound of his breath leaving his body still fresh in her mind, the sight of his eyes rolling back, and the most blood chilling thing…. She enjoyed it. The feeling of her hands around his neck, she rubs her hands over her body in pleasure "NO!" she screams…. "I just killed the man, I fell for…." She stares at her hands in half disgust the other half still in sick pleasure. Her hands glide over her body, from her breasts to her core. Moaning in pleasure, she stops thinking about the Him. "I'm sick…" Jane walks up to a small house, as she walks past the house she hears something.

*News**

"This is Lisa Lavender, with urgent news. A man just survived an Everlasting attack, the man named Jaune Arc is right now being rushed to the hospital for medical treatment."

*Back with Jane**

That was all Jane heard before she took off to a dead sprint towards the hospital.

*Hospital**

A doctor is walking with the woman with long red hair. "I have nothing good to tell you…" the doctors face fell to a deep frown "The killer… she crushed his vocal cords, when she was trying to choke the life out of the young man…" the redhead started to tear up. "There may be a chance he will be able to talk, but he refuses to." As the two walk into the patient's room, she runs to his side.

"Jaune…" she reaches for his hand with her own, only for him to flinch from her touch. "Jaune… Please speak to me…" she pleads, but all she gets is a blank stare "Please" her voice cracking as she rests her head on the bed, starting to sob.

'Pyrrha…' Jaune thought 'you should just leave…. I'm a broken person….' His thoughts playing havoc with his head, his eyes lingering on her crying form to the window upon staring out the window his heart drops 'nononononono' he screamed in his head. Jaune's eyes stare at a red heart with the words "I'm sorry" written inside It.*beep* Jaune starts to shake *beep, beep, beep* his breathing becomes ragged *beepbeepbeepbeepbeep* the heart monitor going haywire with an almost heart attack beep pace. His eyes start to roll back.

"JAUNE!" Pyrrha yells as she holds him. "NURSE HELP!" Pyrrha screams, as nurses run into the room "He is convulsing!" Pyrrha tells them.

"Give him a sedative!" one yells.

"Cover his eyes! He must have saw something to set him off!" another yells as they blindfold him.

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Darkness… Darkness is the only thing Jaune remembers after the "Incident", as his eyes flutter open all he sees is darkness 'A… Blindfold?' Jaune thought, he tries to remove it but came with a *Clank* sound as the cold metal feeling of handcuffs sting across his wrists. 'H-Handcuffs?!' the sound of a door opening breaks him from his thoughts. 'Must be Pyrrha.' The sounds of heels hitting the floor come closer to the boy. A gloved hand rests on his cheek 'Pyrrha is wearing gloves again…' Jaune thought as Pyrrha hated skin contact when she was younger, always opting out to wear gloves when they went out. The gloved hand strokes his cheek, as another gloved hand glides from his shoulder to his chest. 'She is acting…. Affectionate….' Jaune thought bewilderedly, a shift in the bed clues Jaune that someone is sitting on the bed. More weight shifts as Jaune feels his head being lifted onto a pair of legs for his head to rest on. The gloved hands running through his hair, playing with the golden locks…. When was the last time he has had someone run their hands through his hair…. For the life of him he can't remember, but DUST! It felt amazing. Jaune almost purrs in pleasure, but the sound comes out as a growl. When he made the noise the hands stopped 'NO!... Don't stop' he growls in protest, one of the hands returns to his hair, earning a pleasurable purr/growl from the boy. Then the pleasure stops, and his head is placed back onto the pillow… 'No.' he growls again trying to call the hands back, but all he gets is the sound of the door opening, then closing.

*Next day**

'Where is she!?' he hisses in his mind waiting for Pyrrha to return… waiting for the pleasure to return. When he hears the door open, he perks up waiting to see who it is.

"Hello Jaune, how are you?" Pyrrha asks

'good… now start petting me!' he growls and hisses

"Wow. Someone is lively today." She asks, more to herself. As she walks over to him she pats his head "Have you been good?"

'Yes…' Jaune growls in content as he feels his head being patted, as her hand starts to leave his head Jaune starts to whimper…. Like a puppy.

'No… Don't stop!' he whimpers. Jaune stopped when the hand fell back onto his head. Earning a growl of approval, Pyrrha was like this for a good hour.

"Jaune, I have to go." Pyrrha whispered.

'No…' Jaune whimpered again.

"I will be back soon." Pyrrha told him, as she walks out of his room. Pyrrha was taken aback by Jaune's behavior "Doctor?" Pyrrha waves a doctor over. "The patient…. Jaune Arc, is it normal for people have been attacked to attach themselves to someone or something… like being petted or just having a hand rest on their head or cheek?"

"Yes. He is trying to cope with the stress, latching onto something that gives him a pleasant memory, or feeling. Fingers being ran through hair, is an old method mothers used to sooth their baby's the feeling of it must be calming for him, when you come back try doing that." The doctor tells her. Pyrrha smiles, knowing that there is hope to save him.

"Thank you"

"No problem"

*later that night**

The door opens again, and the sound of heels echo out. Jaune quickly shifts so Pyrrha could sit down. When his bed shifted he sets his head down, meeting the cool feeling of skin against his neck. 'I missed you' Jaune growls in response to his growl the gloved hands run through his hair again, earning a pleasurable growl from Jaune again. The hands play with his hair, but one of the hands glide down his body…. Moving the blanket covering him away, with the movement being quick and harsh the gloved hands yank up his gown, as the other covers his mouth. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!' his growl of protest muffled against the hand, the hand traces a line from his blond happy trail to his member. Jaune almost gasped as the hand slowly grips him, slowly toying with his member. The pressure on his member hurt… but it was a good type of hurt. Jaune moans into the hand, as the other roughly plays with him. It only took Jaune a few minutes until he released allover himself and the hand. When the hands release him all he could do is pant 'W-Why….' Was all Jaune could think, the hands move cleaning him, along with placing everything back. 'Why' He thought again the hand that was over his mouth grabs his chin forcing his mouth open. 'Pyrrha….Pyrrha what are you doing!' Jaune growled, but it was cut short as the other hand's fingers get shoved into his mouth…. Jaune could taste it…. His…. Seed was being forced into his mouth making him clean the hand that was playing with him. When he was done cleaning the hand of seed and saliva, the now clean hand caresses his cheek and runs through his hair again. The hands… Those hands are using him for pleasure…. The feeling of being used…. Of being someone's plaything… Jaune loved it, as his blindfold was ripped off showing him his mistress…. 'Pyrr….' Jaune's thoughts stopped dead in his tracks as he stares at the black haired woman that caused him so much pain…. and now… pleasure.

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"Hello Jaune…" Jane whispered as her smile grew more terrifying. "It is time to play some more…"

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I hope you like this chapter, i wont be able to update really fast for a while (Going to a school, and getting ready for leave) so my updates will be slow, but i will try to make them longer.

Shoutout to the following: ShadowGOUF, AndreiNOOB, Alex the Stargazer, and TehUnoman:: For being the first people to leave positive reviews about the story, I thank you all.

P.S I am working on a extra special work for the future. (Just to be a tease)