Fliqpy snatched Flaky's wrist and without a word, heaved her up onto his back. She thought he would stab her or something, but he didn't. He looked enraged, though. He was breathing heavily. As he left the mountains of corpses behind, the redhead cried once more at the loss of my friends.

Fliqpy went over Nutty's impaled body and walked on, until they reached Flippy's house. He busted open the door and threw Flaky in. The redhead struck the floor and blurted out a moan. When she looked back at him, his golden orbs were glimmering in wrath. The girl glimpsed the keys he was holding.

"Don't even think of running away." He said. Flaky shuddered hopelessly. He lifted her up and she shrieked. He ignored her struggles and went straight up stairs. He brought the girl into his room and crushed her head against the wall.

"No!" Flaky screamed. He turned her around and they were facing each other. Blood stained his cheeks. It was her friends' blood. The redhead started weeping again as she recalled the scene of the massacre.

"Wh-why... are you doing this to me..." She asked in her quavering voice.

"Do you really want to know?" He asked, his yellow eyes glittering with menace.

Flaky tried to avoid his intimidating glare but he wrung her chin. He turned her face so that she would be staring right into his eyes.

"Look at me." The soldier snarled. "If you look away again, I'm going to gouge your eyes out."

Flaky obeyed and burst into tears.

"Now, tell me what you were doing with those boys." The boy interrogated, his voice hoarse and furious.

"What?" Flaky gulped, gaping at the boy in puzzlement.

"You were in the speed-dating party, weren't you?" He roared.

Stupefied, the girl automatically turned away from him. The boy was steamed up again. He slapped her face and flung her onto the bed. The redhead cried even louder. He straddled and started smacking her. Flaky fought back and scratched his forehead. He enclasped her neck with his hands, attempting to strangle her.

"No...please..." Flaky pleaded. "I'm...sorry..."

The redhead gave up struggling. He loosened his grip and she gasped for air.

"Do you know why I'm so mad?"

Flaky shook my head. She couldn't think sensibly at the moment. The world was spinning around her. She felt woozy.

"Next time, I see you with other boys again and I swear I'll kill you as well."

Flaky furrowed her brows, completely confounded by his speech. She couldn't help but think he might actually be jealous because she had interacted with other boys. But again, that possibility remained low. He was supposed to loathe her. Why would he be jealous?

"Now girl, it's time for your punishment." Fliqpy smirked and ripped off the girl's red jumper. Instantly, Flaky realized what he was scheming. She screeched with all her might.

Fliqpy watched the redhead scream and cry. She jolted and dodged. He clasped her wrists and tied them with a rope. Her pleas fell on his inconsiderate ears. The boy started with squishing her breasts. She was so persistent that she kept wriggling her body to avoid his touch. Her effort though was pretty much useless. She was nothing against the stronger male. Fliqpy bent down to kiss her, tugging his tongue aggressively into her hot, wet cavern. She muffled a few moans as his hands reached down to her shorts. Swiftly, he pulled out a dagger and sliced open the cloth, revealing her fair legs. Flaky shook her head manically but there was no way he would spare her. He had to teach the girl a lesson, a lesson which she wouldn't forget. She had to know what it means by under his control. She was his. His possession. Her body and her mind. He was not going to let anyone else touch any part of her beautiful skin, not even her exceptionally spiky hair.

He pinned her down and crammed his fingers into her panties. She groaned and flushed immensely. The boy started rubbing his fingers inside her area, earning a few more sheepish moans from the girl. She hated to admit it but she was actually succumbing to his approach. She felt horrible to be enjoying his skillful prank as he repeatedly brushed his nimble fingers against her throbbing walls. Even though her mind was resisting the vulgar intrusion, her body betrayed her. She shot the man a pitiful look but such defenseless expression was incapable of stopping the greedy beast. He decided to go rougher with her until she let out a beautiful shriek. He pecked at her cheek and kissed away her tears. Flaky shivered as her juice dripped down her thighs. Her fear was intensified when she heard the boy chuckle."Oh, how sexy. We ain't done yet, sweet-pea."

Flaky widened her eyes, terrified.

"No...please..." She sobbed. She shook her hands violently trying to break free from the rope, leaving traces of blood around her wrists. The boy shushed her before she screamed again. He undid his pants and boxers. Within seconds, he was inside her body again. She was burning hot. Her cries echoed loudly in the room but he didn't care. All the time, he was admiring her body, her petite physique and her natural beauty. He could tell why so many boys were falling for her. And then, the thought of her hanging out with them infuriated the soldier. He squeezed her breasts together and bit on them. She yelped in pain. He leaned forwards and muttered to her. "Don't even dare to do this with other men or I'll fuck you every day and night. UNDERSTAND?"

The redhead sniveled and merely nodded. The boy smiled and slammed into her forcefully.

"Ahh...no!" Her deafening squeals triggered another fetish of the soldier. Tears were rushing out of her puffy eyes. Blood from her hands stained the rope. He gave her an embrace and increased his pace, finally coming inside her. Her body quaked in trauma and panic. He lay beside her and huffed. Once again, her tears drenched his face.

"Why..." She blubbered. "Why...must...you do this to me..."

Fliqpy untied her rope and stared at her grimly.

He didn't speak but kept the answer in his mind.

"Why. Because it feels good. That's why. And making love with you pisses Flippy off. I'll show you what it means to fall in love with a dangerous man."

They lay in bed for a while, both feeling numb and exhausted. Her endless whimpers soon annoyed the male. He hurled a pillow at her.

"If you wanna cry, bury your face in this and don't make a noise!"

Appalled, Flaky stopped weeping right away. He didn't expect her to be so obedient. Well, at least, she didn't try to escape like last time. Fliqpy leaped out of bed and put his pants back on. She crouched on the edge of the bed, her body curling up into a ball. He opened his closet and tossed her one of his shirts. She looked up at him, staggered.

"Put this on and come down in a minute. I'm counting." The soldier ordered and left the room.

Flaky did as instructed. She limped downstairs. The lower part of her body was in excruciating pain. She felt so mortified. She couldn't stop crying but she held back her tears in fear that he would kill her if he heard another sobbing noise waft out of her mouth.

The redhead hurried to the living room. The soldier gestured her to sit at the table. She nodded and settled down, wondering what he had in store for her next. She only hoped that he would kill her instead of insulting her.

Fliqpy came out from the kitchen with a tray of food. It didn't surprise her. He always has unique ways of killing people. She guessed this time, he wanted to poison her.

He placed the meal on the table and sat next to the redhead. Flaky looked at the soup apprehensively. Well... at least, it was a relief to die knowing she wouldn't be assaulted by him anymore.

"Eat." He commended coldly.

Reluctantly, Flaky picked up the bowl, already picturing his pleasant looks when he witnessed her choking and coughing up blood. She sighed and took a sip of the soup. The liquid warm and tasty. She waited for her death but it didn't come.

It never did.

Flaky stole a glance at Fliqpy, obfuscated.

"What." He frowned, showing slight irritation in his voice.

"The soup..." Flaky stammered.

She was starting to feel confused. The soup didn't seem to be poisonous. So, does that mean he really meant to cook for her...?

"What? Does it taste that bad?" He gazed at her fiercely.

Flaky immediately shook her head in denial. "No...just...I thought you want to poison me..."

"So you want me to kill you?"

"No..." The redhead clarified. "I-I...just didn't expect that..."

He lit a cigarette and started smoking.

"Why..."

"Don't ask why and just eat!" He growled.

It was weird being watched as she finished the plate of spaghetti.

Before long, she knew she was losing her mind. She couldn't make sense of what was happening. He raped her and now he cooked her dinner. There were so many questions swirling in her head. She felt worn out just trying to seek the right answers.

After Flaky finished her meal, Fliqpy had her sit by him on the sofa. He turned on his huge plasma TV and started watching it. The redhead looked around and examined her boyfriend's house. His house was spacious. His living room was filled with exquisite furniture, decorated with lots of trophies and silver armors. Fliqpy didn't speak much to her afterwards. Throughout the night, the girl remained silent and did whatever he told her to. Oddly enough, he didn't try to hurt her again. Some time later, Flaky began to yawn. She could no longer force herself to stay awake. In fuzziness, she felt his arms around her, scooping her up. Although she was frightened that he might do something awful to her, she lost all the strength she had to fight against him. Her eyes closed tightly. She eventually landed on something soft. Something that felt like a mattress. She stopped thinking and blacked out.

Flippy's head ached as though it had been hit by something hard. It didn't take him long to realize he had flipped out again. He looked at the girl lying right beside him, her face so pale and eyes so swollen.

"Oh no..." He cried at his inability to control his evil half. He did not need to be informed about what had happened. Seeing Flaky in a plain shirt and her lower half of the body only wearing undergarments already convinced him something vile had occurred the previous night. And it was Fliqpy's fault again. Well, he couldn't blame his evil side entirely. It was technically his body that was committing all these wicked things.

A stream of tears went down his cheek. Flippy covered his face in shame.

Flaky made an uncomfortable turn, waking up to the sunlight that seeped through the curtains. She opened her eyes and blinked twice, before reaching out for a familiar figure. His back was facing her. He was sitting at the bedside, sobbing quietly.

"Fli-Flippy?" Flaky called out in her little, soft voice. She touched him with her hands. He spun around and stared at her with his watery eyes.

They didn't say a thing. Flaky crawled to his side and submissively took him into her arms. It surprised him. He thought she would run the moment she saw him. After all, he was just a monstrous being that had harassed her twice. Her warm embrace was the last thing he could seek solace in.

"I...did it again...didn't I?" He purred even though he knew the answer clearly.

Flaky nodded. It was strange that she didn't cry. She appeared peaceful and calm. A long moment of serenity reigned the room. He could hear her heart beat as he leaned against her. Her fingers were stroking his dark green locks. His tears kept falling.

"Flippy...it isn't your fault." Flaky finally said. "I'm okay...so, don't blame yourself..."

"How can I not blame myself?" Flippy trailed off. "If this goes on..."

She shushed him before he could continue. She made a faint smile. "At least...h-he didn't kill me..."

"But he...he did awful things to you."

"Well..." Flaky sighed. "I would...try to imagine it was you..."

"Oh Flaky, I'm dangerous. We shouldn't..."

"No." She interrupted and held him tightly. "I've decided to stay with you. I made up my mind yesterday. Whatever he did to me wouldn't change my heart. I will always love you...Please, don't ever leave me..."

"Are you sure? I'm a sick man. A freak. I don't deserve to be loved."

"Yes, you do." Flaky insisted. "I won't change my feelings for you just because of him. We'll cope with this together. Don't you remember how we used to be when we were small? In the old days, you were always the one coming after me when I got into trouble. You always stayed by me and took good care of me. Now, it's time for me to do the same for you. Even if you're sick...very sick...I'll still be here...with you forever..."

The boy broke down into more tears and hugged her back. He was relieved, but at the same time sad. He loved her, but he didn't want to hurt her. Not again. Not ever.

"Flippy...how about we go down and eat something?" Flaky suggested.

"I...I'll cook." Flippy cooed and got up, putting on his cameo jacket.

Flaky followed him out of the room. She cleaned herself in the bathroom and splashed some fresh water onto her face. The cooking noise coming from the kitchen reminded her how Fliqpy had made her dinner the prior night. His cooking was exactly the same as Flippy's. She still couldn't fathom why he didn't kill her after assaulting her. And why would he even bother to cook her meal? It somehow didn't make sense to her, considering how malicious Fliqpy usually was.

Flaky's thought was cut short by the sound of phone ringing.

"Flaky, could you please help answer that?" Flippy asked.

"Sure."

Flaky ran downstairs and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Flaky!" Peuntia shouted in her husky voice.

"O-Oh, it's you, Petunia."

"So, you're really at Flippy's! What's he doing? Are you okay? We're coming to rescue you!"

"No, Petunia, calm down." Flaky said. "I'm perfectly alright. I don't need any re-rescue..."

"What? Are you sure? I don't believe it. He killed us all yesterday! And he kidnapped you! I'm coming."

"Please, Petunia, I'm really fine...really..."

"You mean...he didn't kill you last night?"

"No..."

"Thank goodness if it's true." Petunia said. "I hope you aren't lying about this. And what the heck are you still doing in his house? Get out quickly and run home!"

"No, we're having breakfast together..."

"What? You're staying for breakfast?!"

"Y-Yes."

"Are you mad? What if he flips out again?"

"No, he won't." Flaky assured, beginning to feel annoyed by Petunia's constant arguments.

"Fine. I was just calling to check if you're there. We couldn't find you this morning at your house. By the way, the party's ruined! Gosh! What do you say about throwing another one tonight?"

"No!" Flaky rejected instantly. "I..er...am not interested."

"Okay then. I'll check on you later."

"Th-Thanks, Petunia."

Flaky hang up. Flippy strode out from the kitchen.

"So...who's it?" He asked, placing a plate of pancakes and a cup of milk in front of Flaky.

"It's Petunia..."

"Oh..." Flippy sighed as he suddenly remembered something important. "I've got to apologize to everyone later today..."

"Th-That's alright." Flaky offered. "I'll go with you."

"Thank you, Flaky." Flippy mused for a moment before asking. "Well...I saw some unwashed dishes in the sink...Say, did he cook last night?"

"Yes." Flaky looked at Flippy, astounded. "I thought...you knew what he did."

"Not really." Flippy shook his head, taking a bite of his pancake.

"You mean, somehow you don't know what he does when he's taking over your body?"

"Most of the time, I don't. If I can, I will try to hold him back. As I told you before, when I flip out, he comes out and knocks me down. I get trapped somewhere in my own mind. Sometimes, a peaceful scenario or your voice can flip me back. Only then can I regain control over him. But sometimes it just doesn't happen and I have to wait until he passes out..."

"How...do you two communicate?" Flaky asked, feeling awkward at her own question.

"We usually meet in our dreams..." Flippy explained. "Sometimes...he also talks to me in my mind. We always argue. But usually it's when nobody is around and I'm alone. I get carried away easily when I'm not doing something. That's why..."

"That's why you always try to get yourself occupied!" Flaky said. "You join parties, play with the kids and volunteer...that's all done to keep him out, right?"

"Yes..." Flippy nodded. "And sometimes...when you're around me, he won't come out. Unless of course...something happens that reminds me of wars..."

Flaky blushed, looking down at her food. She could feel her heart racing, her cheeks reddening.

"Flippy..." Eventually, she gathered her courage and said.

"Huh?"

"If it's more difficult for him to bother you when I'm around, what if I move in with you?"

Flippy widened his eyes, apparently thinking it was the craziest idea ever. He took a deep breath and shook his head. "Flaky, you're joking, right?"

"No! I'm...not joking."

"This is insane." Flippy quipped. "Even I can't imagine what will happen when you live with me. Let's say, if I flip out and you..."

Not letting him finish his line, Flaky stood up abruptly and leaned forwards, crushing her lips against his. Her heart was thumping fast but she didn't care. She shut her eyes and kissed him.

After a minute, she withdrew herself from him.

"I..er...oh Flakes...why did you do that?" Flippy blushed in embarrassment.

"S-Sorry..." The redhead apologized for her reckless behavior.

"No, you don't have to apologize. I was just...well...shocked..."

"I know you think it's silly of me to propose such an idea but as I said, I-I wanna help you with your problems. I wish I could do something to s-stop him. I just hope you'll let me try..."

Flaky began to cry. Flippy got up and wrapped his arms around her. "There, there, don't cry. I'm just scared of myself. I don't know what I might do to you when I lose control of him. If we stay that close together, it's even easier for him to get you."

"B-But I really..."

"Okay, okay." Flippy comforted her. "Let's give it a try. And in the meantime, I think I'll try to see a doctor."

"You mean Lum-Lumpy?"

"Hell no!" Flippy said. "Last time when he tried to cure me and I thought I got cured, I relapsed after two weeks. Don't you remember that?"

Of course, Flaky remembered it. She even remembered that incident. During the time of his recovery, he hitched a ride with her one night. She had developed a phobia of him so serious that she stabbed his left eye. In the end, they both died in a car crash.

"Oh...how could I do something so terrible to you!"

Flaky remembered crying in the hospital afterwards.

"Come on, it's just an accident. And there's nothing wrong for you to defend yourself against a monster like me."

Flippy had said so, though his face revealed much sorrow.

After that incident, he was well for a while before turning back to his old self. He wasn't cured completely. And his PTSD relapsed.

"I know Lumpy couldn't be trusted!" Flippy rolled his eyes. "Sometimes, I think he doesn't even know what he's saying himself. I really suspect how he got the medical license."

"Well...if it's not him, then who're you seeing this time?" Flaky asked.

"Maybe Sniffles?" Flippy said, making reference to the town's renowned genius. "Besides Lumpy, he's the only doctor left whom I can consult."

"Oh y-yes, Sniffles." Flaky grinned and corroborated her partner. "I believe he'll think of something to treat you."

"I'll find him later this afternoon."

"I'll come with you."