Note: Thank you, everyone for the reviews, I'll do a list in the next chapter. I just turned seventeen an hour ago. Whoot! Um, anyway…this is kinda short, and not really worth the wait, I'll make the next one better, I promise.
Warnings: Abuse, non-con, TRAINS….beware the trains…
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
I had decided not to talk to my yami the whole way home. He floated irritated at my shoulder, poking me.
Ryou. Ryou you can't ignore me forever. I crossed my arms. Don't do that, hikari.I wasn't that badly behaved. I was downright civil to that…woman. I turned my face away from him to look out the window of the train. Ryou. I didn't turn around. Ryou you're being childish…look at me damnit. TURN THE FUCK AROUND! Clamping my hands over my ears I ignored the worried looks from the other passengers. Well, then I guess you'll have a fun surprise when we get home, now won't you? I froze.
'Wh-what?' Slowly I turned to face him. He raised a brow at me, a smirk growing on his face.
Well look who's talking to me again.
'Y-Yami…'
Don't even try to start begging. You deserve it. Tears were already forming in my eyes as I pulled my legs up to my chest. Why is it that every time Bakura should be the one in trouble I'm always the one who ends up beaten within an inch of my life?
The ride seemed to take twice as long, and I was forced to hold back my tears the entire way. Why did he do this to me? I just…didn't want to deal with him…just for one fucking hour. And for that I was going to be beaten?! I sniffed quietly.
Bakura slammed the door shut and disappeared before I had even gotten through the door, it closed on the cuff of my left pant leg. Pulling free I continued into the living room. Bakura came back out of the bedroom, now in his body. He rounded on me in the living room, forcing me to cower against the couch.
"Come here." He grabbed my arm and literally dragged me into the bedroom. When he threw me up on the bed I yelped, bouncing a bit. I repositioned myself so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He came over with a gentle smile on his face. "Don't look so afraid, hikari, you'll be fine." What? Had he finally realized that this could be pleasurable for both of us?
Bakura stood before me and placed his hands on either side of my face before lowering his mouth to mine. He kissed me hungrily, a kiss that I returned. His thumbs stroked the sides of my face, melting me against him. He licked my bottom lip, asking entrance, and I opened my mouth for him. His tongue explored my mouth slowly, sensuously. I moaned into the kiss, back arching to get me closer to him. He laughed quietly.
"You like that?" he asked, pulling back. I nodded, raising half open eyes to meet his. "Fucking slut." I pulled back at the harsh words.
"Wh-what?"
"You heard me. You sick little slut, you actually like being raped, don't you?" he demanded. I pulled myself out of his grip.
"N-No!"
"Don't lie to me, I can always tell." I looked down, trying to tune him out. "Look at me!" He wound his hands in my hair and pulled my head back at a painful angle. I cried out.
"LET GO!" I yelled, trying to struggle free. He threw me back against the bed. I sat back up, trying to scoot back on the bed so I could get off the other side. The back of his hand collided with the side of my face and I yelped in pain when he hit the same damn bruise. I gasped a few times, waiting for the sting to stop, but it didn't. My darkness pulled off his clothes quickly before working on mine.
"Pl-please Bakura. We already did this today…" I pointed out. He paused.
"And you think I've had my fill of your body? Oh, my naïve little light, I will never be finished with you," he whispered in my ear before biting my neck. I cried out, back arching in pain.
"G-get off of me!" I whimpered. He chuckled and continued to pull at my clothes. My shirt came off and was tossed over the side of the bed, then my pants joined them, but when he put his hands on my boxers I kicked out. "NO!"
"Do not deny me you little slut!" he yelled at me, yanking them down. I tried to pull them back up but he just swatted my hands away before pinning them above my head.
"NO!" I didn't want this. I didn't ever want this. Well, maybe this morning. And maybe a few times before that…but not when he was being this rough. It hurt! He flipped me onto my stomach and I started to sob, heedless of the volume, though Bakura was not. He stuffed a pillow in front of my face and told me if I moved it he would make me regret it. Grabbing my hips I felt him position himself. Gods, I wasn't even lubed…
A single piston-like movement of his hips and he was inside of me. I screamed into the pillow in pain. It didn't matter how many times he did this, I still felt like he was ripping me apart.
"Gods Ryou… You're always so tight!" he hissed, thrusting deeper inside of me. I balled my fists on either side of the pillow, gripping it as if it was the only thing holding me together.
"Please Bakura, stop! I'll do anything you want, just stop!" I screamed into the down. He paused for a moment before biting the back of my neck lightly. He soothed the sting with his tongue.
"This is what I want you to do." With that he pulled out and pushed in again.
I screamed and cried and cursed as he raped me, cycling between yelling and biting the pillow in front of me. He ignored me and just kept pumping his hips, though he would run his hands up my back every once and a while. "Don't try to tell me you don't love this Ryou. You were begging for it earlier this morning." I lost it a bit at that. Twisting around as best I could I tried to hit him, but I never even got close.
Bakura used one hand to push my face back into the pillow and the other to pin both my wrists to the middle of my back. He slammed back inside me, hard, as if it were a punishment. It was. That one motion hurt so much I could have sworn I almost passed out. "Just lay the fuck still and it won't hurt so much," he seethed. I cried even harder after that, knowing there was no hope left.
He came while I was still crying, shooting his seed deep inside me. The second he pulled out of me I sprang up from the bed, intent on getting it out of me as fast as possible. "Where are you going?" he asked, following me from the room. I ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and turned on the shower. So what if I had three showers that day?
I had barely started to soap myself when the door opened and the curtain was ripped away. "What the fuck are you doing Ryou?"
"Me? What the fuck was that?!" I yelled back at him, surprising us both. "How could you do that to me? AGAIN?!" He glared before grabbing my arm and ushering me back to the bedroom, despite the fact that I was still dripping wet.
"Just come back to bed." I shook him off me, keeping against the wall as far away from the bed as I could get.
"NO! I can't believe you did that!" He raised an eyebrow at me.
"You sound like a broken record, hikari." I shook my head, spraying water droplets onto the wall.
"Why did you do that? You saw what it could be like! You saw what it could be like for both of us!" I yelled, my voice breaking in the middle of the last sentence.
"Why did I do it? Because I enjoy it. It feels so good to be buried deep inside of you." I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut.
"You enjoyed it this morning when I was willing too!" He shrugged, taking a step towards me. I had my back pressed to the wall, so the only other way to go was to the side, but soon there was yet another wall to block my path. My yami had backed me into a corner. He leaned down to kiss my cheek. Tears sprang to my eyes and suddenly I could hardly breathe past the lump in my throat.
"You know why I liked it more tonight than I will ever like it like we had this morning?" he asked, whispered in my ear. I sank to the floor, legs pressed to my chest, trying to keep warm and cover my wet, naked body. He followed me down. "Because I love the way you scream, the way you fight back sometimes, and most of all, dear hikari, I love the way you writhe in pain and fear when I come inside of you. And lets face it, yadonushi, that's all you're good for isn't it? You have a beautiful body, and every inch of it belongs to me. You should really just accept that, and we can finally move on." He turned his face and kissed me on the lips.
I was too far gone to fight back. I was staring straight forward, a shocked, hollow look fixated on my face.
I didn't even notice when he threw on some clothes and left. I hadn't stopped crying. I wondered if I even knew how to stop anymore. I felt empty, hollow. I didn't know how much more of the constant rape I could take.
I couldn't even make myself move. I was still wet and naked and now freezing, but still I just sat huddled up on the floor, trying to forget what he had said, and knowing that I couldn't.
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