The long awaited chapter 4 of Twisted is finally here! Thanks to some... very, very persistant reviews that I read, I managed to get this out before the year ended! (Well where I live it's still 2013, so I'm sorry if I didn't reach your quota :( But I tried!)
This chapter, in my opinion, is kind of short and I'm sorry you had to wait a whole month before I released another chapter. I promise to update quicker in 2014!
Please review since you people are responsible for my unfinished assignment for my college class!
Have an amazing new years and I hope you guys have a great 2014!
Chapter 4
"Come in," Takumi's silky voice echoed through the large double doors, causing Misaki to slowly place her quivering hands around the brass doorknob. Hesitating for only a brief moment, the nineteen-year old breathed in a long breath before pushing her weight against the door, taking in mind how weak her body had grown over the past few weeks.
Glancing into the office room, she spotted a barrage of books neatly stacked upon a grand bookshelf, the oak structure taking up almost two walls of the room, each hardcover composed in alphabetical order. Two white lounge chairs sat opposite of each other on the far left side of the room, a delicate mahogany table placed neatly in between which held a bouquet of flowers. Misaki was somewhat confused with his choice of flowers in almost every room, briefly recalling a variety of pink and red carnations scattered throughout the mansion. She knew it held a deeper meaning, though thought it best not to ask such a personal question to Takumi in fear of being mistreated for prying into his life.
Wide hazel eyes finally landed on the dark Parnian desk the sat in the center of the room, papers and folders taking up almost every inch of the expensive furniture. She slowly allowed her gaze to wander upon the body that occupied the desk, feeling her heart skip a beat when noticing his emerald eyes fixated on her. Takumi was leaning against the dark furniture, his chin cushioned by the palm of his left hand. A pen was situated in his other hand which was being clicked repeatedly in an almost mindless manner.
"Sit." He stated and dropped his eyes back to the half-finished paper that required his attention. Biting her lip in trepidation, Misaki cautiously made her way towards one of the wide, black leather seats that sat across from him. Glancing at her lap, the brunette began counting in her head, trying to distract herself from the awkward silence.
… 198… 199… 200…
She flickered her eyes towards Takumi whom was still writing. A face masked of concentration, he only slowed down his pace when hearing Misaki shift slightly.
"You pissed me off yesterday," Takumi began in a sluggish manner, locking his dark green eyes with hers. Misaki opened her mouth only to be cut off. "Shut your damn mouth before I shove something in it." He growled out, disgusted with her rude behavior.
He leaned back against his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose, a tired sigh escaping his lips. Glaring at the pristine ceiling for a spare moment, Takumi closed his eyes in thought.
"Sorry…" Misaki began, fidgeting against the leather seat when hearing no response. She furrowed her brows together, a small frown placed upon her pouty lips. "I wasn't feeling well yesterday and didn't mean to make you angry, it was inconsiderate of-"
"You don't feel well?"
Misaki looked up when hearing his voice, seeing his attention directed in her direction. She nodded slowly before speaking up, "yes."
For a brief moment, concern flashed across his face, an expression Misaki was surprised to see. She never took Takumi for someone that would think of others, much less feel worried. After a silent moment, he pushed away from his desk and ushered her over with a small wave of his hand.
Misaki stood up on shaky legs, feeling light headed from both the fever she developed over the past twenty-four hours and his unexplainable change of emotion.
He grabbed her upper forearm and placed her on his lap, narrowing his eyes when seeing her not put up a fight for the first time in what seemed like forever.
Misaki allowed the businessman to place a soft hand against her forehead, his cold fingers causing her to shiver in contentment.
"You're heating up," Takumi grumbled out after a quiet moment. He flipped his hand over to the other side when realizing how warm his fingers became, hearing her reply with an almost silent "yes".
He placed his free hand on her collarbone and pushed lightly, making the hazel-eyed girl lean against his broad chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist, realizing just how thin she had become over the past few days. Takumi scoffed and mentally reminded himself to have a talk with the maids that were responsible for bringing her food.
Misaki closed her eyes and leaned her head forward, strands of her silky hair falling around her pale face. "I normally don't get sick," she muttered half-heatedly, "I haven't been to the hospital since I was ten." She thought she heard Takumi murmur something along the lines of 'I know,' though brushed it off, blaming her growing headache.
Reaching over, Takumi pressed a button on his office phone, tapping his index finger impatiently after a few seconds of no response.
"Mr. Usui?" A feminine voice responded over the speaker, catching Misaki off guard. Takumi squeezed her stomach in an almost reassuring gesture before leaning against the desk, effectively trapping in the dizzy girl.
"Send in some aspirin that will help treat a fever, preferably one that may cause drowsiness." Takumi spoke in an authoritative tone before cutting off the line and leaning against his chair once more. He pulled Misaki against his chest again, tilting his head to lean his cheek against the top of her head.
"I'm not tired though," Misaki mumbled sluggishly, feeling her body become more relaxed when Takumi raked a hand through her long tresses. Takumi pursed his lips in slight agitation before placing his nose against the crown of her head, breathing in her natural scent.
'This is not how I expected this meeting to conjure...' Takumi glanced out of the large window that occupied the left side wall of the room. He sat still for a moment, hearing Misaki's breath even out every few minutes before she would shuffle around to make herself more comfortable.
"You're taking the pills and going to bed," with finality woven into his comment, Takumi heard a light knock on his office door. Allowing the petite maid to enter and hand over two blue-colored pills as well as a glass of water, she politely bowed her head in a respectful manner before exiting just as quietly.
"Open," Takumi commanded and slipped the two aspirins in, watching Misaki scrunch up her nose in silent objection. He observed her tirade of facial expressions as she downed the cool liquid, knowing not to go against him when in such a fevered state.
Cupping her chin, Takumi cocked his head to the side with a raised eyebrow. "Let me see," understanding his words, the brunette stuck her tongue out while holding in the urge to roll her eyes, feeling like she was a mere child at the doctors.
'Happy now?' Misaki mentally growled out when seeing him nod in satisfaction, his face as usual void of any expression.
Without warning, Takumi stood up, wrapping his long arms under her legs and back, and began striding out of the room.
"W-What are you doing?" Misaki sputtered in surprise, not understanding his unusual personality. Usui Takumi was someone with power, with money, and without a care in the world, that Misaki knew without a doubt.
But since she revealed to him of her tiresome headache, Takumi seemed to take a complete U-turn. Sneaking a peek up at his handsome face, she saw his mouth in a tightened line, his eyes somewhat crinkled in contemplation.
'Why is he acting like this…' Misaki fumbled with her fingers, befuddled with everything that was happening. 'Takumi wouldn't carry somebody, especially me.'
Once reaching the main corridor, Misaki threw a quick glance at the massive set of double doors that withheld her freedom. Biting her lip at the terrifying memory that involved Takumi stopping her near-successful escape plan, she felt his arms tighten around her waist.
"You already tried that once, hm." Takumi's voice broke Misaki from her thoughts, his deep tone laced with annoyance. She slowly glanced up at the imposing man, seeing his normally light green eyes turn a shade darker. "I would hope you'd learn from your past mistakes." He finished off before trudging up the stairs, catching a silent Misaki off-guard.
"I-I'd prefer to instead go to my own room," Misaki stuttered out when realizing just where he was taking her. Not paying her words any mind, Takumi took out his bedrooms key from his suit breast pocket and inserted it into the keyhole.
Misaki felt her heart go into overdrive, the pulsing in her head increase tenfold as Takumi laid her down gently on his bed. She waited for his next course of action, her fragile body stiff from the fear coursing through her blood.
Walking towards the towering windows, Takumi pulled on each set of drawstrings, effectively cutting off the only source of light that streamed into the massive chamber.
"How are you feeling?" The twenty-year old asked while sitting down on a spare chair, watching Misaki's body relax when seeing the distance increase. Takumi felt a small pain in his chest, knowing that, once again, he was the main cause to her discomfort. He quickly crushed the emotion though, not wanting her to see the vulnerable look that shined from his eyes.
Hazel eyes widened when hearing true concern in his tone, the same kind of tone Takumi had used back in the office.
"Fine." She managed out without stumbling over her words, feeling a spark of confidence ignite in her body. Misaki placed both feet on the ground, her toes sinking into the expensive rug. "But if it's alright with you, may I return to my own room?" She question without looking at his face, knowing it would please him when referring to the guestroom as 'her own'. Though in Misaki's opinion, it was more along the lines of a prison.
"Look at me," Takumi's demanding voice rang out as he leaned onto his knees, tapping his foot impatiently when seeing Misaki hesitate for a moment. Once connecting with hazel, did he speak up. "This is how people speak properly to one another. They make eye-contact." His mouth turned into an unamused frown, "do you think you can manage that, Misaki?" He spoke to her like a parent would to a disobedient child.
Grinding her teeth, Misaki nodded stiffly, "I can. I apologize, Takumi." She hated him most whenever he spoke to her like she was four, how his voice took on an almost taunting manner.
Raising an eyebrow at her irritated tone, Takumi threaded his fingers together and placed them under his chin, his elbows still situated on his knees. "Just because you're ill, doesn't mean I won't hesitate to teach you some fucking respect." The green-eyed man bit out.
Misaki glanced away with an angry pout, crossing her arms across her chest in agitation. She didn't want to be in the same room with him especially after what transpired last night. His daunting words from only hours before still repeated in her mind, confusing Misaki to the point of a night of restless sleep.
'Why would I want to stay with him?! Is he that fucked up in the mind to not understand that I completely loathe him? That he ruined my life, stripped me from my freedom, and destroyed my already crumbling life!?'
It was partly her fault, though, as much as Misaki hated to admit it. She was normally cautious around strangers since the betrayal of her father and it only strengthened when her dear mother, God rest her soul, passed away. When she accepted his offer for a small dinner date, she consequently secured her fate.
Takumi watched Misaki lock and unlock her jaw, the muscles becoming tight with restrained anger. He wasn't in the mood for her childish act, especially when she made a complete fool of him only hours before. Takumi always got what he want, he never asked twice and hadn't heard the word 'no' in what seemed like ages. The wealthy man knew Misaki would put up a fight, he had been watching her for years now, taking note of her fiery independent attitude that had men and women alike step back in fear.
He just needed to put a leash on her increasing courage and determination. Takumi mentally grinned to himself, 'and what better way to tear down her dignity than to make her scream my name...'
The screeching of the chair broke Misaki from her inner turmoil, watching as Takumi stood to his full height and began making his way to her side of the bed wordlessly.
"T-Takumi?" She stuttered out, feeling her heart go into overdrive when seeing the corner of his lips twitch in an almost amused smirk. Not understanding his change in personality, and starting to honestly believe the man was bipolar or something along the line of having a dissociative identity disorder, the trembling girl began backing away from the edge of the bed.
"Misaki," emerald-eyes bored into hazel as he squatted in front of her, placing both hands on her pale thighs. Leaning forward until he was securely placed between her legs, Takumi brushed aside his unruly bangs before narrowing his eyes.
"Did you know, Misaki," He purred out and started rubbing small circles on her thighs, a soothing gesture that left an unexplainable feeling in Misaki's stomach. "That having sex can sometimes help cure a fever?" His smirk only grew as he pushed a speechless brunette onto her back, not hesitating as he climbed on top of her.
"W-What?!" Misaki choked out, placing both hands on his chest to keep somewhat of a suitable distance between them. She watched Takumi close his eyes in amusement, his smirk turning into a cold smile.
"Do I need to repeat myself." His husky voice bit out just as he decreased the remaining space, grabbing her hands in the process and pinning them over her head. Misaki's face blanched, her mind going a mile a minute. She knew she was overreacting since this wasn't the first time Takumi wanted her body.
Or the second time… or the third…
"Please stop," Misaki pleaded, tugging on her arms to break from his grasp. "I'm tired, Takumi, I just want to go to bed." Said man sat back for a moment, his eyes pinning her with an unreadable emotion.
"I thought you weren't tired, Misaki?" He taunted while clicking his tongue in a mocking manner.
Releasing her left arm, he placed the palm of his hand against her cheek, feeling her normally cold skin increase in temperature from the fever. He inched his head forward until their noses brushed, his honey-blond bangs grazing against her forehead.
"There are two thing I hate, Misaki." He breathed out and began tugging lightly on a strand of her hair. "I don't like being told what to do," he collected more of her hair before pulling on it roughly, a cry springing from her parted lips, "and I don't like being told no." Takumi growled out before wrenching her hair to the side, exposing her smooth neck.
"Stop it," Misaki whimpered when feeling his lips on her throat, his firm body pressed tightly against her own. "I-I said stop," the former waitress continued, wiggling around in hopes of pushing him away.
"Fuck, you must really want me, huh?" Takumi smiled smugly before placing a hard kiss on her mouth. Feeling her lips shut, Takumi once more grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back, a gasp escaping Misaki's lips.
Taking the opportunity, Takumi plunged his tongue into her mouth, hearing a muffled shriek as Misaki began crying. He grinded his pelvis against her own, his growing member tightening in his slacks.
Not giving Misaki a chance to breathe, Takumi pushed her chin up with his free hand, allowing his tongue to explore her sweet-tasting mouth, a low groan escaped his lips when pushing his body weight against her parted legs.
Still ignoring her choked sobs, Takumi trailed his hand down her neck, past her collarbone, and cupped her breast. He gave it a hard squeeze, causing Misaki to arch her back in surprise and pain, before giving her a lingering kiss and inching his face down to her chest. He pinched her aching nub, feeling Misaki shake and inhale with an alarming breath, before placing his hot mouth over her nipple, not paying any mind to the thin material of the shirt she was still wearing.
Miskai dug the heels of her feet into the bedsheets, her eyes closing on their own accord. A part of her hated Takumi at the moment, thinking of him as a vile creature that didn't deserve to touch any intimate part of her body. Her thoughts were shattered when feeling Takumi run his tongue over her hardened nub, his deep breathing causing her to shudder.
She hated herself the most, though, for feeling this way when he ran his fingers across her hips, between her quivering legs, and towards her most sensitive area.
Switching breast, Takumi began his assault anew, his emerald eyes closed in complete bliss. He slowly began to rub his long fingers against her core, despising the pair of jeans Misaki was wearing at the moment. He felt her body jump at the contact, her knees trying to push themselves together only to have Takumi hurriedly push them apart with a growl.
Leaving her heaving chest, Takumi began leaving wet kisses on her cleavage, hungrily making his way up her neck and towards a panting Misaki's face once more.
"Fuck, I will never get tired of you," he breathed out in a raspy voice before diving back between her parting lips.
'She'll never give in, huh?' The businessman thought in an almost proud-like manner, knowing his Misaki would never back down despite her already losing battle. Straying from his favorite spot between her thighs, Takumi slid his hand underneath her delicate body and cupped her tiny ass. Giving a small squeeze, he pushed her body against his own and began rocking against her, taking in the feeling of his hard-on rubbing against her soft spot.
'Damn these fucking clothes!' Takumi mentally groaned to himself in frustration. He nibbled on Misaki's bottom lip, noticing her eyes closed in what seemed like concentration.
She felt her body light up in sparks as Takumi continued his 'mission' to cure her fever, her mind too foggy to think of what was right and what was wrong. What was good and what was bad. An internal conflict battled out from the moment his lips touched hers, Takumi's sinful hands only adding fuel to the treacherous fire.
Her lips let slip a breathy moan without her command, feeling Takumi's lean body stiffen for a moment before relaxing altogether. Misaki cautiously opened her eyes to see green eyes glint with satisfaction, feeling herself blush when realizing he heard the satisfied sound that somehow made itself known.
'This has to stop,' the brunette whimpered to herself when feeling his growing manhood press up against her upper thigh, this has to stop now!'
She didn't want Takumi touching her anymore because, in all honesty, she was frightened with the sudden unexplained emotion that bubbled up inside her whenever he let out a pleased sigh. Misaki pushed the worrisome thoughts to the back of her mind, too afraid of finding the solution to her unsolved problem.
For now, she needed a way to dislodge Takumi's tongue from her throat...
His mind on other things, Takumi was caught off guard when Misaki bit down hard on his tongue, tasting the metallic liquid seconds later.
He yanked his head back, wincing when feeling the saliva connect with his cut, before opening his eyes to glare at the defiant girl.
Though was a second too late.
Misaki curled her free hand into a fist before swinging it in his direction, knowing that, although she was weak, she could pack a good punch despite not using her dominant hand.
Connecting with his jaw, Takumi gave off a string of curses while stumbling off of the bed. Gaining his balance, a shocked Takumi leaned against his bedside table, rubbing his aching chin.
Misaki quickly sat up, her wide eyes horrified at what she had just done.
'What have I done?! What have I just DONE!?' The brunette flickered her gaze towards her aching fist, noticing the slight shake she developed. Resting uneasy eyes on Takumi, she flinched when seeing a look of pure malice, his dark green eye lit up in uncontained fury.
"I-I… Takumi, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"
"You little bitch," Said man spat out while opening and closing his mouth, trying to soothe the slight sting. "You fucking, disobedient little bitch."
Misaki glanced around wildly, trying to form up some sort of explanation though knew it was futile. She bit his tongue and punched him in the jaw, there was no positive outlook in her situation.
Seconds later, a steel-like grip formed around Misaki's forearms, causing the young girl to gasp. Looking up, she saw his smoldering green eyes bore into her own, his arms shaking as a snarl formed on his lips.
"I tried being agreeable, Misaki. I tried making you happy, feel satisfied when staying here." He squeezed her delicate skin, causing her to flinch in pain, "But for fuck's sake, you are never pleased with anything I do for you!" Takumi's voice rose to a near roar by the end of his speech, shaking her with uncontrollable anger.
"Stop-" Misaki whispered, feeling her headache intensify as her body wobbled back and forth.
"You should be glad that I only fuck you, huh? That I only teach you proper discipline when you act like a complete fuckup!" Takumi continued on, noticing the tears that began dripping down her pale face.
"T-Takumi, stop shakin-"
"I should lock you in that damn room again. Lock the door and forget about you," he inched closer to the shaking brunette, thier noses only centimeters from touching. "Then you'd be alone, Misaki, would you like that? Nobody would care about you, nobody would even think about you, because they have more important things to do than care for a fucking piece of shit like m-you."
Misaki opened her mouth in befuddlement, realizing the stumble of wording that caught her full attention.
Moments later, Takumi released his painful grip on her, his face voided of any emotion. Pursing his lips into a thin line, the blond-haired man stepped back before breathing in deeply, trying to manage his uncontrollable anger.
Misaki sat up slowly, noticing his quick change of attitude. She bit her lip and furrowed her brows as the silence stretched on.
"I… You just said," Misaki mumbled while mentally calming down her erratic heartbeat.
"The meds should be kicking in soon, so go to bed." The millionaire muttered out before turning towards the entrance of the room.
Misaki glanced down at her lap, feeling her eyes slowly droop on their own accord. She knew her sudden drowsy state was due to the pills, though her mind was still on the words Takumi had said.
'"...Fucking piece of shit like m-you." Does that mean… no, that's not possible.' Misaki mentally berated herself, not wanting to know anything about the despicable man.
"Oh, and Misaki," said girl broke out of her thoughts when realizing Takumi standing near the bedroom's doorway, his dark eyes glaring at her over his shoulder. "You ever hit me again and I won't hesitate to beat the absolute shit out of you." He gripped the doorknob and grinded his teeth, "you should start thinking about your younger sisters welfare as well, wouldn't want anything happening to her, now would we?" His voice took on a mocking tone as a small smirk played at his lips, knowing he had won the battle.
With those parting words, Takumi stalked out of the room before slamming the door shut with a great amount of force. Seconds later, Misaki heard the click of the lock, knowing that, despite the fact that nobody could get in, she had the opportunity to leave.
Misaki wrapped her arms around her legs, placing her chin on her knees, and began rocking back and forth slowly.
She had the opportunity to leave.
She was just too afraid of the consequences.