Lucy: 4
I smiled at the memory. A creak brought me back to the present. A dark figure stood in the doorway, a cold wind flowing around him, skimming over all my exposed skin. Instinctively, I curled into a tighter ball and closed my eyes. I heard a couple steps resounding on the stone and then felt his presence over me.
He started stroking my hair, which was a little painful since his fingers kept catching in knots I wish I could brush out. He trailed his fingers down my arm starting at my shoulder and ending at my elbow. I could hear him breathing through his mouth, the air hot and heavy wrapping around me like a suffocating cloak. I struggled not to breathe too deeply. Enough of him had been inside me lately.
He ran his hand down my back and I leaned away. He chuckled. He was probably amused that I would even bother. He knew I would fight. I always did. Instead of being discouraged however, it seemed to egg him on. But it was getting harder and harder to fight him with any effectiveness. It's been 3 days and each time he came in I was weaker than the last time.
He put his hand under my chin and tilted my face in his direction. I averted my eyes immediately. I avoided looking at him as much as possible. I already knew what he looked like. He would have been a blonde based on his facial hair if he hadn't had a tacky dye job. The resulting color closely resembled the contents of a full diaper. His eyes were a dark brown color, usually encompassed in red, which turned to black whenever he was completely possessed. I had accidentally made contact with those eyes on only one occasion but it was enough to warn me against future encounters.
He wasn't that big a guy, but he had enough strength to keep me subdued. When he smiled I could see that he was missing two teeth. One on the top row, the other on the bottom, and each on opposing sides. I had refused to learn more about his appearance because his presence was never going to be welcome in my dreams.
While I studied the cracks of the far wall he did something he had never done before. He spoke to me. His voice was as smooth as ice and just as cold.
"I think we're at a point where we can spice things up," He said taking my wrist in his other hand.
I responded by showing him my favorite finger. Instead of being offended by it, he stuck it in his mouth and started sucking on it. I felt waves of disgust and repulsion roll over me. I tugged my hand away as hard as I could as I could and he released his grip on my wrist. I thrust my hand towards the wall and attempted to wipe away his DNA along the cobblestones. He chuckled.
"As, I was saying, I think it's time to try something new. You like magic right?"
I grimaced still not meeting his gaze. He continued, "It's a heating magic. It's very pleasurable." His hand moved in front of my face and I saw he now wore a ring in the shape of a triangle within a square. So, he had ring magic like Loke had once used. He released my face, no doubt to begin undressing himself.
I closed my eyes ready to resist as long as possible. I couldn't risk giving up, not when there was still a chance I could be saved. I was mentally prepared when my captor spoke again.
"Don't worry. It won't burn you. Even though you should be used to fire."
My heart paused, my breathing ceased. He took notice of my sudden stillness.
"Oh, you didn't know that I knew about your little boyfriend, Natsu? Such a waste to have such a gorgeous girl like you and not make a move. That's why I was so surprised that you were virgin."
I squeezed my eyes shut tighter blocking out the first encounter memories his words had brought back. Instead, I grasped onto the name he spoke. Natsu. My heart started beating again, set ablaze by the reminder of why I still fought this guy. For who I still tried to press on. I had shoved his first two grab attempts away when there was an explosion outside. I was sure that the room would begin to crumble but, after risking a glance at my kidnapper, I knew he had done something to the building.
"Don't be frightened," he purred as I struggled against the small allowance my chains gave me,
"No one is coming to get you."
