Chapter Four

"Marinette," Chat purred softly. It was barely over a whisper, but it went straight through her and sent her shivering, despite the warm temperatures around them.

"C-Chat Noir?" She asked tentatively, for she wasn't quite sure what the cat was wearing. His bright white suit seemed fake and out of place. Completely different and uncharacteristic of the Chat she knew. Why was he...?

"You can ditch that name now, Marinette." He cooed. "Its Chat Blanc now."

"Chat Blanc-" the blue haired girl said, then jerked with the realization. "You've been akumatized! Chat!" She made a reach for her purse, but a strong, clawed arm grabbed her and held her in place. She winced as the sharp nails dug into her forearm. "Chat, snap out of it! You don't want this!"

"Oh, but princess~" the boy grinned maliciously. "With all this power, I can just take what I really want..."

"What the-Chat! No!" She yelped as she was tossed against the wall behind her. Chat pinned her down, and slowly edged closer to her. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. "Why are you doing this? What happened to you?"

"What happened," he said softly, breathing the words into her ear. "Is I found out who you are." His green eyes looked deep into her blue ones. "Who you really are. I must admit, I'm a bit upset that you didn't tell me sooner." There was a long pause before he continued, running his clawed arm up her sleeve. "I guess I'll have to make up for lost time~"

"You don't mean that you would..." The realization hit Marinette like a truck, and she began to thrash around violently, trying to resist his iron grip and failing. "Chat, please! This isn't you! You don't want this!"

"You think I don't want this?" He hissed. The grip on her arm tightened even more, and the pain caused Marinette to let out a soft whimper.

"D-don't..." Marinette started.

"My lady," he said. "Marinette. One and the same. The girl who rejected me was really only interested in my civilian form. To know that..."

"Your civilian form? Chat?"

"Despite all of that, our dear friend Hawkmoth," he said softly, "has given me the strength to take what I want. I tried so hard to be patient, my Lady. But now the cat's out of the bag. You couldn't stop me now. Even if you wanted to."

Marinette pushed against his claws once more, her movements slowing. The fight was draining out of her eyes, the helplessness falling into place. A quick pull of his arm, and the two of them were nestled in a tight alleyway near the bakery. No one could see them. No one could save her.

It was like all the energy had faded from Marinette's body, leaving a cold sense of dread.

That was when he began to run his lips against the side of her neck, slowly dragging them up to reach her pulse. She wondered, briefly, if he knew how hard her heart was beating, whether it was out of fear or excitement. She herself didn't truly know at that moment.

At the moment their lips met, a rhythm started. Not one that was blissful and romantic, as Marinette expected her first real kiss to be. This one was rushed and aggressive. His tongue slipped into her mouth, not waiting for her to adjust to his pace. She tried to bite it, but he gave her a dangerous look and merely tightened his grip on her.

"Princess, it would be in your favor not to resist." He ran his tongue up her neck, savoring the taste of her sweat and making chills run up her body.

They pulled deeper into the alleyway. The dark atmosphere and the feeling of Chat's hands on her hips and his closeness to her neck made her feel dirty and unsafe. Slowly, his hand started to creep up, sliding under her thin undershirt and brushing her breasts. He took a violent hold of them, and the girl whimpered in pain.

"P-please, stop," she cried, speaking more to herself than him now. It was futile, her struggle was futile. Her worst fears were confirmed when he ground himself against her, and her back pushed even harder into the wall. She cried out in frustration and fear.

Chat grinned and laughed, a little maliciously. "Don't stop, by all means. I want to hear you screaming for me," his mouth was next to her ear, and he took that moment to bite down roughly against the sensitive skin of her earlobe.

She grimaced and tried again to move out of his grasp, but she felt something poking her stomach. The girl was terrified when her worst fears were confirmed, and there he stood, hard as a rock and ready to just take her. Without reason or logic, his lust filled eyes traced her slim figure and he slowly tore the clothes off of her body.

"Princess," he said again, this time softer against her skin. At this point in time, her breaths were hot and uneven, unsure if the goosebumps appearing on her skin were from being turned on or being terrified.

She heard the zip of his suit opening, and then he pushed himself inside of her. She screamed in pain, wishing that someone would find her, that someone would save her, please...

Chat kissed her, muffling her cries of protest. His tongue made its way into her mouth, sending vile shivers of disgust throughout her. His hands ran up and down her legs, and then moved back to her chest, groping her desperately.

Marinette felt strangely distant from the scene around her. Everything was becoming numb, and time was slipping quickly out of her grasp...

Soon, her eyes opened, and the cat was gone. Her clothes were in tatters. And Tikki, floating right above her head, calling out her name.

'Marinette!'

Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! This was probably the most difficult to write. I've never written anything similar to this before, so I hope it turned out alright. Let me know what you thought by leaving a review! I'd really appreciate any advice you could give me.

Thank you all so much for reading!