Jemma: There's a warning guys; Sex is big in this chapter. So heed my words; Don't like? Don't read.
Mariam cringed, and turned onto her side. The night before had been rough, to say the least. Now what horrors would today bring? So much of Mariam didn't want to know. But as Mariam turned to her other side, she found herself staring at Ozuma's sleeping form.
A small smile graced her features. She wondered if he knew about her 'not so little' infatuation with him. Mariam reached out with an aching arm, and brushed stray hair from Ozuma's bangs out of his eyes, even thought they were closed. Mariam pulled back suddenly, when Ozuma gave a small grunt and actually moved closer. It was only then that Mariam noticed Ozuma's arm resting on her waist. The pale girl felt herself go red, and carefully removed his arm. Also, upon removing his arm was when Mariam took notice of her leader's shoulder. The blood from last night had stained Ozuma's shirt indefinitely, and Mariam shut her eyes tightly, the memories of the night before flooding back to her.
Mariam didn't have the chance to blink before he took the knife and swiped it across Mariam's upper shoulder. She howled in pain. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!!!" She said, letting out a whimper as she looked at her torn uniform, blood spilling out of the wound.
Then Mariam remembered Bakura's eyes, oh those eyes... So cold, so evil... Just the thought of them made Mariam quiver in fear. She flinched as she reached a hand out to stroke the back of her ankles. Dried blood lingered around the wound. At least it had stopped bleeding and throbbing. None the less, it did hurt. She jumped slightly when Ozuma stirred in his sleep. But Mariam jumped even more when their cell door swung open swiftly.
Ozuma jolted awake, and was quick the feel the pain of the night before. Ozuma squinted, rubbing the residue of a somewhat peaceful sleep out of his eyes. Mariam growled at the men in the usual aprons. Of course, they were smeared red. Ozuma crawled forward on aching, paining knees, and pulled Mariam back to him. Ozuma simply liked the feeling of having her close to him, but of course this was no time to get sentimental.
"Stay the fuck away from us." Ozuma spat, eyeing the black clothed men menacingly. Mariam squeaked when they rushed forward, and she felt herself being pulled away from Ozuma. He fought to keep her back, trying to keep her close to him. "Let her go you bastard!" He yelled. But to no avail. Ozuma and Mariam's obvious weakness of hunger, thirst and injury shined through clearly. One of the men let go of Mariam, and then rushed to behind Ozuma, pulling him farther away from his love. Mariam struggled, thrashing and kicking against the men with no nametags. The girl dug her fingernails into his skin despite the gloves, hearing a disapproved grunt from the man holding her. Mariam resisted the urge to say 'girl power!'.
The emerald eyes that were Ozuma's widened at a needle, the man who was holding Mariam pulled out of his pocket. Mariam gasped, and flinched when the pointy object broke through the skin on her shoulder, just below the knife wound where it was still sore. Ozuma growled, and fought with more force than ever. But the men once again held fast. Who were these guys? Why would they torture people like sick lunatics...? Of course, that's what they were.
"Take your hands off her!" Ozuma screamed, gritting his teeth. Once he was out of this, he was going to kill them. He was going to kill them all. Horribly and painfully. Ozuma almost smirked at the thought of drilling away at their heads with rusty power tools. But Ozuma's gaze softened upon the sight of Mariam falling to her knees instead of continuing to struggle.
"What did you... What did you do to me?..." Mariam muttered. She could feel her legs, heck she could feel everything. But, it was somehow difficult to move. Her limbs wouldn't cooperate. Ozuma growled again, and began to thrash around more fiercely than ever. But of course, he didn't escape the burly man's clutches. Ozuma could hear them laugh as Mariam was dragged out of the cell, Ozuma following.
But Ozuma's drag race stopped at a long metal bar running across the sides off the hallway. He was thrown to the floor in front of it, and before he could scamper away, the worker holding him swiftly handcuffed one of Ozuma's wrists to the bar. Ozuma growled, pulling and yanking on his one cuffed wrist. It was useless of course, he knew. He sighed and turned to look around him. Only to see another man, not dressed like the rest, this one wearing a tag that read 'Damien', force Mariam to the floor and run his hands up the sides of her body. They were only a few feet away. Ozuma stared wide-eyed. Mariam was kicking and scratching. What ever drug they gave to her, she wasn't going to let it bring her down. And Damien was clearly getting ticked off.
Damien sat atop the struggling girl beneath him, and pinned both her arms above her head (with a great deal of trouble, of course) with one hand. His other free hand connected with Mariam's cheek, the opposite side of where she had harbored so many punches from the night before. Mariam whimpered, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She arched her back, in a hopeless attempt at causing Damien to fall off of her. The rough floor scratched her back, and tore the pale skin on the undersides of her arms. Her loose blue hair tangled and splayed out behind her on the cold rock. Damien smirked sexily and backhanded Mariam again, her cheek now a bright red. She whimpered, and gritted her teeth. Mariam almost screamed when she felt Damien's hand rest on her right breast.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" Ozuma bellowed, jerking and pulling on the handcuffed bar, desperately trying to get to Mariam. Darien and the men who had brought he and Mariam out to the corridor were insane with laughter. Maniacal laughter. Mariam growled herself, and pulled one hand loose from Damien's grip. She sent her punch reeling into his nose, and a small trickle of blood emerged. Mariam grinned at her work, and while Damien brought a hand up to wipe away the blood, Mariam pulled her other hand free and made a quick bolt for Ozuma. Ozuma grinned at her form quickly approaching despite the massacred ankles. She reached out for him, but was too late. Damien grabbed her by the waist, and swung her around, her frail form colliding with the floor all too harshly. She cried out in pain.'So close', Ozuma thought, 'she was so close!'
Damien would waste no time now, and he immediately brought his hand to Mariam's throat, pressing hard. Mariam gagged, and shut her eyes. Tight. Tighter. Damien loosened his grip ever so slightly, just enough that she could pass air to breathe. But nothing more. It was still labored breathing. He smirked again. Mariam scratched and tore at his hand with all her strength.
"No one lands a hit on me. Bleeding is your job, you fucking filthy whore." He spat. Mariam opened her eyes slightly, and watched, kicking her legs, as Damien's free hand began working it's way up her thigh.
Ozuma watched helpless, fearing the worse. If he pressed any harder, Mariam would surely- He couldn't even bring himself to finish his own sentence. Ozuma sighed in defeat, and sunk to his hands and knees. He could hardly find any strength left in his system. He gazed down at the floor, and he could feel sweat running down his forehead in beads. But at hearing Mariam whimper, he gazed up again.
Damien had succeeded in pulling Mariam's underwear off, and had tossed it aside. Mariam whimpered again when he delved a finger inside of her. Ozuma clenched his teeth, and his fist. He gnawed at his bottom lip till it felt ready to bleed. Damien pushed another finger inside of her. Mariam blinked and tried to take in a big breath of air. It was no use. It pained Ozuma to watch. There was no denying it; He loved her. He wanted to be her first. He wanted to protect her... Damien bent low over Mariam, and pressed his lips against hers, all the while putting more pressure on her throat.
Mariam's mind was in turmoil; She didn't want this! Who in their right mind would want this? His lips were hard and rough against her's, almost like sand paper. It was hard to breathe, and now one of her airways was blocked. As if she couldn't breathe as it was. When she felt him force his tongue inside of her mouth, Mariam could of vomited right then and there. Who knew where those lips could've been... And she felt Damien insert another two fingers inside her. That was pretty much his whole hand, and the broken girl could feel herself being torn from the inside and out. The pain was excruciating... But was nothing compared to what was to come. Damien pulled away from the kiss, and inserted his thumb into her tight womanhood. Mariam couldn't hold it in anymore, and she gave a loud cry of pain. Ozuma cursed loudly, and didn't cease to try and break his chain despite his tiredness.
It truly hurt him to see her like this. But Ozuma almost gave a sigh of relief when Damien let go of the hold he had on Mariam's throat. Mariam took a sharp intake of air, and began to cough violently.
"Yeah, have a breather beautiful, because we're not done yet." Mariam cringed at his words, and flinched in intense pain when Damien removed his hand from her virgin pride. She didn't have much time, however, before the evil one grasped her by the arm again. Meanwhile, one of the bystanders walked back over to Ozuma, and grabbed the young man by his hair, tilting his head forward to gaze at Mariam as Darien unbuckled his belt. Ozuma gasped.
"Leave her alone! Please, God, leave her alone!" Ozuma said, almost feeling tears sting behind his eyes. She looked so strong, and here he was tearing up at her expense. Ozuma wouldn't let himself cry, he had to be strong. He had to be strong. For Mariam. The boy knew the men would not cease until they got what they wanted.
Mariam almost screamed when Damien pulled his length out of his pants. The size scared Mariam. Just her luck... Ozuma looked away sharply. Instead he averted his gaze to the men watching with sick smiles on their faces. They liked their pain, thrived on their misery. One of the men walked toward the struggling duo in the center of the corridor. The other walked out of the room. The SaintShields leader followed the exiting man with his eyes till he could be seen no more.
Damien rubbed his manhood, and made a grab for Mariam's hair. 'Geeze, what is it with these people and grabbing people by the hair on their heads?' Mariam thought, but she couldn't think further on the subject because Damien was pulling her closer to him for a reason.
"On your knees." He said. Mariam refused, and continued to fight for freedom. Damien had a wild, evil look in his eye, but still wore a sinister smirk. "Bring that whip out here now." He said solemnly. Mariam froze; Ozuma gasped, and the man who had left the room walked back in, a large coil in his hands at least seven feet long.
"No! Come on, don't hurt her! Mariam!" Ozuma continued to yell. The man besides Damien towering over Mariam grabbed the female by her shoulders, and yanked her backwards. Mariam fell onto her stomach, and Damien pushed her shirt upwards; And the whip made agonizing contact with her bare back.
Mariam flinched, and let out a whimper. The wound became red in an instant, and little droplets of blood laced around the violent mark.
"Now, are you going to be a good little girl?" Damien said, as he lifted Mariam harshly from the floor and sent her reeling back down in front of him on her knees. Mariam gulped. Damien placed his hand on the back of her head, and thrusted forward. All the while Damien kept pushing her head farther and farther, to the point where Mariam was practically choking. Ozuma knew he shouldn't be watching it, but he couldn't take his eyes off it. This shouldn't be! The moans emitting from that psycho's throat were more than Ozuma could take, and he let out a cry. The men laughed as well as Damien, and he turned his head to look at the now weakened young boy. "Enjoying what you see? I know you long to be in my position. She's your bitch, correct?" Damien smirked, and returned his gaze to the girl pleasuring him below.
Mariam had her eyes sealed tightly. She didn't need Ozuma to see her so weak, so frightened and hurt. Besides, this was beyond embarrassing.
"She doesn't belong to anyone." Ozuma cursed at Damien. But before Damien had the chance to answer, he gave a loud grunt and it was clear to Ozuma what had happened. Mariam pulled away suddenly, and began to cough. Damien laughed.
The taste was awful, and the thought of what she'd just swallowed made her want to vomit for the second time that day. She could remember Ozuma's cries of protest. Mariam stopped coughing for a moment, and brought a hand to her throat. It was sore, and breathing, swallowing and talking hurt. Mariam removed her hand and reached behind her back to the slash the whip had left behind in the small of her back. It stung like a bitch. She glanced up to Damien, and saw he was heading for her again. This time, Mariam knew was the final show.
Ozuma must've known also, because he began shouting her name and reaching for her. But now, he was so far away. Damien had his men hold Mariam by the arms as Damien positioned himself between her legs. He then pulled her skirt up.
"Stop! Please! She's only fifteen!" Ozuma pleaded. "Just-Just take me, do whatever you want to me, just don't hurt her, please!" Ozuma begged again. Damien looked toward Ozuma, and shook his head. With one swift pump, Damien claimed Mariam's virginity. Mariam screamed in agony, clenching her fists and throwing her head back. Ozuma turned away; And no one would see the solitary tear that ran down his cheek.
Damien continued to pound into Mariam roughly, and the girl could feel herself being torn more and more. The sweat rolled off his head in beads, and the arm he gripped Mariam's waist with dug fingers deeply into her side. Mariam clenched every muscle in her body, desperately trying to well the burning, tearing, searing pain away. And like that, it disappeared. Mariam opened her eyes ever so slightly, to see that Damien had stopped and pulled out of her. Even that was painful. The men watched for a signal from Damien, before they began to rearrange Mariam into a different position for her 'master'.
The SaintShield was now on her hands and knees, men holding her wrists firmly so that she stay planted to the ground. Mariam kicked out with her legs, hoping to ensue some damage. Her hope resulted in another whip, directly across her back and the other mark, so that she wore a bleeding
X. Mariam let out a cry, and she felt beads of blood run down her spine and sides. Damien laughed before taking his position behind her. Mariam knew what was to come, she knew it would probably be the worst pain of all. Damien pushed his throbbing member into her from behind, burying himself to the hilt in Mariam's nimble frame. Mariam screamed, and arched her back upwards, unknowingly granting Damien easier entry. He began to move himself, thrusting hard. Damien moaned in sheer pleasure; he loved Mariam's wetness, Ozuma's pained cries. He chewed his bottom lip, and reached forward to cup Mariam's breasts under her shirt. Only a few more, he knew, and he would release for the second time in her today.
And that time was now. Damien screamed in climax, and his seed spilled into her. The men supporting her hands let go then, and Mariam collapsed in a heap on the floor, sweaty, bloody and panting. Ozuma gulped, and reached out.
"Mariam, no...Mariam,!" He stretched his arm further towards her, and Mariam looked up. She saw Ozuma through glazed, broken eyes, and found the strength to reach out a throbbing arm. She couldn't find the strength to move her legs, and Mariam was sure she felt herself bleeding along with the pain between her thighs.
"Well isn't that sweet." Damien said, pulling his pants and boxers up, re-adjusting himself. "Isn't that sweet boys, only fingers' length away?" Damien giggled. Said men laughed. Ozuma and Mariam ignored them, and stretched farther and farther to reach the other... To reach the one they loved most. And Damien would not have it. His smile turned to rage then, at seeing how they were just close enough to touch. He snapped, and stomped over to the duo. And stomp he did. Damien's boot came crashing down, right onto Mariam's hand. She screamed, and... You guessed it. He laughed. Damien forced Mariam to her feet, and pushed her against the wall opposite Ozuma.
"FUCK YOU! LEAVE HER ALONE!" Ozuma yelled, upon nearly having contact with Mariam then losing it. Damien of course, payed no attention and strangled Mariam against the stone.
"This is a place where love doesn't bloom, little lady. And maybe I should let you know, that next time I receive you, you're dead meat. Quite a shame though", Damien licked her cheek, "you were a pretty good fuck." Damien removed his hand, and Mariam fell to the floor in another fit of coughing and gagging.
The two teens backs hit the hard wall a few minutes later. Mariam moved to sit on her knees, adjusting her skirt and top, not even looking in Ozuma's direction. The SaintShields leader was almost happy that she wasn't looking at him. He didn't need to see that hurt and defeat in her eyes. If only he could do something to make it better... And it struck him. Now was the perfect time. Ozuma placed his hands on Mariam's shoulders, feeling the shivering girl twitch under his grasp. He pulled her backward slightly, making her lean into him. He noticed how she flinched in pain; The whip wounds on her back must've been stinging since she was lying against Ozuma's chest.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Ozuma stuttered out. He moved Mariam again, so that she nearly lie in his lap with her head against his chest. Ozuma hugged her close. "I couldn't protect you." But now, Ozuma was done with sentimental confessions. He was just going to come right out and say it. "I love you." Mariam didn't change position in his arms, but Ozuma heard her sigh when he placed a tender kiss at her temple.
Mariam did move, then, placing her arm on Ozuma's forearm and burying her head into his muscled chest. Ozuma's eyes widened at his shirt beginning to get wet, and he heard sobbing. She was crying...
Ozuma gulped, wrapping his arms around her tighter than ever before. Mariam's back ached, and there was a throbbing pain between her legs, and as well as her backside. She felt so cold, so violated. She no longer felt innocent, but she felt dirty and used. Mariam let the tears run freely down her red cheeks until she could cry no more. The violet haired girl looked up and into Ozuma's eyes.
"I love you too." Ozuma smiled slightly at this, and without further ado he pressed his chapped lips to her soft ones. Both sets of eyes became half lidded and heavy with passion. Ozuma licked Mariam's bottom lip, begging for entrance. He would make that disgusting taste and feeling go away. Mariam parted her lips slightly, and Ozuma slipped his tongue into her mouth and began to explore.
When the duo broke apart, Ozuma placed Mariam's head to rest on his chest again, and did his best to care for her wounds. The caring look in Ozuma's eyes was gone; Now only hatred and the hunger for revenge. Tomorrow, they would escape. Tomorrow they would escape this hellish
nightmare.