Briar: okay, some dark shit is to ensue, a warning so I don't get bitched out. I know, takes the fun out of the surprise. Also, I made Ichigo a verbivore, he uses words to keep some semblance of sanity in harsh situations. You'd see it more in chapters 1,2 and 4 if you wanna go back and see the words he used ^^ I thought they were kind of cool.
"You cheating whore,"
Chicanery: Noun. Trickery, also means deception, Ichigo thought in order to not work himself up and remind himself to breathe.
There was no saving Ichigo from Aizen's ire once those three words left his mouth. There wasn't time for Ichigo to placate Aizen before a fist slammed into Ichigo's face. Though the pain was agonizing, Ichigo knew better than to make a sound. With the fury that radiated off of Aizen it was best to be silent than speak unless told to. Ichigo wasn't that stupid to make Aizen want to hit him more. The fierce throbbing pain from where Aizen struck him was reminder enough. No sound, no tears. As long as Ichigo was quiet Aizen wouldn't dole out a punishment worse than intended. A lesson he learned quickly.
Though Ichigo was smart when dealing with Aizen he was unpredictable and it made it hard to know what he would do. With Aizen it was like dealing with a ticking time bomb; you never what could set it off.
"I saw you," Aizen hisses. "You slut. Who is he? Have you been fucking him behind my back?"
"No never," Ichigo replied. "I only have eyes for you, Aizen. I love you."
"Liar!" Aizen roared.
There was no stopping Aizen with his rant. Ichigo wouldn't have answered the question, but if he didn't Aizen would beat him until he did. Many errors had been made to teach Ichigo how Aizen would react. A finger twitching, a facial expression change; Ichigo was observant. He knew when Aizen would pop a fuse. Right now Aizen was blowing a gasket at the accusation of Ichigo being a cheating whore. He wasn't too far from the truth. Aizen would kill him or beat him to an inch of his life as a warning. There was no one for Ichigo Ever. There was no leaving either. Aizen would find him and Aizen would kill him before setting Ichigo free.
"Who is he?" Aizen asked.
"…"
No response. Ichigo was trying to breathe properly but he was taking in more oxygen than needed. He wouldn't pass out like the time with Constable Uruhara though. If only. It would mean that Ichigo could have peace of mind even if it was only for a few minutes. There would be no fear until he woke up.
"Get up!" Aizen demanded.
Ichigo managed to stand without vomiting. It was close to noon and he hadn't eaten since 5 p.m. yesterday. He was getting close to twenty-four hours without eating. His stomach churned but Ichigo forced down his nausea. There were times he wasn't feeling sick but now he was. Not only from the lack of food but from the endless possibilities of what Aizen could do to him.
"Worthless bitch," Aizen sneered as he moved closer to Ichigo. "No one will ever want trash like you. I'm the only one who will take such damaged goods."
You're the one who made me damaged, Ichigo thought bitterly.
"Wipe that expression off your face," Aizen ordered.
Ichigo had no idea what expression Aizen refeered to but the look in his eyes had Ichigo quickly remedy the problem. Allowing his eyes to dull, his face grew slack and he chose a more stoic look. A short breath left Ichigo's lips as he kept his gaze on Aizen's shoes. Ichigo knew better than to look at Aizen.
"Come here," Aizen commanded.
Ichigo felt himself shuffling towards Aizen without hesitation. If he refused he'd get beaten, if he went he got beaten there was no winning with Aizen. In the end Ichigo was nothing but Aizen's personal punching bag used as he saw fit.
If only Ichigo had ignored Grimmjow then this wouldn't be happening. Ichigo wouldn't be hurt and called a cheating whore and have it actually be somewhat true. Yet, even though Ichigo resented Grimmjow those few moments of caring and compassion would have had him do it all over again. Grimmjow had made Ichigo feel like he mattered again. No matter how many times Ichigo tried to push Grimmjow away he always came back. As much as Ichigo wanted to cry he knew better; crying was for the weak.
A sudden burst of pain erupted from Ichigo's chest causing him to stumble back and fall on his ass. Gasping for air, Ichigo looked up to see the furious gaze from Aizen. Quickly looking down, Ichigo felt tension leave his body when he didn't see blood saturating his clothing. The most Aizen did was throw an object at Ichigo or push him.
"Listen to me when I'm talking to you, bitch," Aizen growled. "You're worthless. Nothing. Nothing without me! Just a tool to be used for my pleasure and disposal; nothing but a doll."
"I'm nothing but a doll," Ichigo monotonously agreed, his mix match eyes dulling. He's right. I'm worthless. I can't do anything right.
If Ichigo was an idiot he'd have tears falling from his eyes but he learned that tears either angered Aizen or had no effect. Right now Aizen was unhinged and drunk making him volatile and there was no telling how he'd react to the tears. There would be no regret that was for sure. Ichigo knew he wasn't perfect but that was what Aizen wanted. There was a part of him that wondered even if he did everything right if Aizen would still beat him, mistreat him or if he'd even love him.
Why can't you love me? Why must you own me? This isn't love. I don't deserve love. Not when I'm a worthless doll.
Aizen loomed over Ichigo and before he could ask what was going on, Aizen crouched down in front of him. Ichigo held his breath, not knowing what Aizen was up to but once he felt hands upon him Ichigo felt himself freeze. Those callous hands painfully gripped his hips and yanked Ichigo's body under him. Trying to fight, Ichigo was rewarded with a punch to the face. His teeth cut the inside of his mouth and Ichigo felt the copper taste in his mouth. It tainted his taste but it didn't stop him from weakly trying to push Aizen off of him.
"Stop moving!" Aizen barked before using one hand to tightly hold onto both of Ichigo's wrist.
Now immobile Ichigo felt his anxiety heighten. It had been a while since that had happened to him. The last time Ichigo had any consensual sex was growing on over a year. The last punishment Ichigo had received to this extent was going on two weeks. Now it was happening again and Ichigo couldn't do anything to stop it. Tears brimmed in the corner of his eyes. Aizen wouldn't stop, Ichigo knew that. He wished that he wasn't here though. Anywhere would be better, even the pits of Hell would be a picnic compared to the torture Aizen put him through. Aizen was a yo-yo with his emotions and whatever way the yo-yo went made Aizen's decision on how he treated Ichigo.
"Please don't do this," Ichigo whimpered, his face paling. "I swear, I'm not a cheating whore. I only love you."
"Enough! Stop crying you fucking weakling!" Aizen lambasted.
Ichigo didn't even know he was crying but he did noticed that he was naked now minus his shirt being removed. To do that would give Ichigo enough time to struggle and try to escape. It would be fruitless in the end since he was far weaker than Aizen but he wasn't taking any chances.
The feeling of a blunt tip at his entrance had Ichigo tense. Dread filled him and he couldn't help but try to struggle. However, the increased pressure on his wrists caused Ichigo to stop. The force made him wonder if the pressure along could break his wrist and make him near worthless and unable to work.
Caustic: Adjective. It's burning or sarcastically burning.
A muffled scream escaped Ichigo's lips at being penetrated. Aizen had been smart and covered his mouth with his hand at the time, the only time he had released Ichigo and once he was seated inside him Ichigo felt a belt wrap around his wrists keeping him tied up. There was never any hope for Ichigo to have any pain alleviated. The intense throbbing in his backside had tears streaking his face as he desperately tried to wiggle his hips away from the pain.
Buttress: Noun/verb. Support. It also means prop up.
Dogmatic: Adjective. Opinionated. Also means arbitrary or doctrinal.
Ken: Noun. Range of knowledge; perception.
Foment: Verb. Stir up; instigate; provoke.
Word after word, definition after definition came up in a flurry for Ichigo but it did nothing to calm him as he was forced to face Aizen. Blood coated the man's penis and Ichigo's sobbed were heard along with the sickening sound having Aizen's cock move in and out of him. Begging was futile and there was only anger in Aizen's eyes. His acations showed no clemency as his fingers harshly dug into Ichigo's hips. Blood leaked from the crescent shaped moon marks left on his hips. They would scar no doubt, not that there wasn't scars already. There was no stopping Aizen and he gave Ichigo no time to adjust to the intrusion only making the pain all the more excruciating.
"You're nothing but a doll!" Aizen jeered. "So fucking worthless."
Ichigo turned his head to the side, focusing on the wall as he nodded his head in agreement. He was nothing but a doll. Even after the countless times of being taken without permission it hurt Ichigo the core leaving another scar on his soul. There was no saving someone as corrupt as him. Ichigo was a fool to think that Grimmjow would ever be good for him.
Homogenous: Adjective. Of the same kind. I'm nothing but a doll. Used as saw fit for Aizen's entertainment.
The feeling of a hand around his throat had Ichigo's gaze move down to his throat, knowing Aizen had already started to strangle him. Ichigo must have been into his own mindset that he hadn't heard Aizen speaking to him. Looking at the arm that made it difficult to breathe, Ichigo dared to look at Aizen if only for an instant. The rage had him flinch only to feel the grip around his throat tighten.
"Can't…breathe," Ichigo gasped.
"Why should I even let you live?" Aizen asked. "It's not like anyone would miss trash like you. I'd be doing the world a favor."
Ichigo didn't say anything, knowing that sooner or later he would pass out. If he was lucky he'd pass out and wouldn't have to endure the pain of being taken. If he spoke it might give Aizen that final push to kill Ichigo. As much as Ichigo hated himself he wasn't suicidal. Self-mutilation yes, but not suicidal.
The girth in Ichigo was excoriating and brought no pleasure. It was so hard to remember the last time Ichigo took pleasure in sexual activities. When was the last time Aizen had lovingly caressed him? When was the first time Ichigo didn't fear him? Wondering when Aizen would change. There was nothing that could change Aizen and it broke Ichigo into pieces, shattering him. There was no escaping his fate. He would die before Aizen let him go free.
"Please stop," Ichigo pleaded, knowing that his words were empty to Aizen.
Each time Aizen took advantage of him it felt like time slowed down as punishment for not being good enough. No matter how many times Ichigo tried he wasn't good enough. Nothing he did pleased Aizen. When he bought alcohol it wasn't the right kind or it wasn't strong enough. When Ichigo cooked it was the wrong food. He wasn't a mind reader and he always seemed to fail Aizen.
Just kill me already, Ichigo thought as the pressure around his throat lessened allow Ichigo to gasp for air.
Why? Why was he such a failure? There was no saving himself. Depression and pain shined within his body, covering him in a dark feeling as he laid on the floor, taking the abuse. Every so often he'd feel nails rank down his body, causing blood to come from the scratches Aizen caused. Or when Aizen felt the need to bash Ichigo's head against the wall because the sobs were too loud. When that happened Ichigo bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.
There was no easy way out. No matter how many times Ichigo cut his wrist he never had the initiative to fill the bath with water and slice into his arms and legs allowing him to bleed out. There were times Ichigo contemplated it but it never happened. Instead he'd cut his wrists, bandage the wounds and put the long sleeve t-shirt on to cover what he had done. There was no escaping Aizen.
No prince would come to save Ichigo. Grimmjow could never save him and even after the man confessed his love to Ichigo he would never leave. Aizen would make sure of it and Ichigo was too scared to leave. Aizen would hunt him down, kill Grimmjow while Ichigo was tied up, forced to watch. There was a possibility of that happening or Ichigo could be locked up for a week to force him to forget ever thinking of leaving. Ichigo wouldn't chance it. He wouldn't have Grimmjow's blood on his hands. Unlike Ichigo, Grimmjow had people who would miss him if he died.
"If you hate me so much just kill me!" Ichigo sobbed.
"Never!" Aizen growled. "You're mine. No one wanted you before me and no one will want you now."
He's right, Ichigo thought, shuddering as he felt Aizen release inside of him.
There was no pleasure in the act of dominance Aizen had. As he removed himself from Ichigo, the noise had him shaking worse than a leaf in a windstorm. There was no telling what Aizen would do to him now. Tied up, Ichigo was vulnerable and there was no telling what could happen. Death was what Ichigo wished for. Even if it was going to hurt nothing could compare to the agony he felt when Aizen forced himself into Ichigo.
"That's a warning for the next time you decide to be a slut," Aizen said. "There won't be a next time."
There was no asking for freedom and when he felt a swift kick to the side it had Ichigo grit his teeth. The pain exploded and it caused Ichigo to fall to the side. His whole body ached and there was no way Ichigo would be walking without a limp for the next little while. There was no decency for Ichigo as he laid on the flood, soaked in blood. A blanket from the couch was thrown over his body but he was left on the floor as Aizen left for the bedroom. When the door slammed shut, that was when the damn broke and a whole new batch of fresh tears flooded out.
Aizen was right. There would be no next time though. If Ichigo ever thought of leaving, he was a dead man walking. Aizen didn't give up his things easily. Didn't matter if it was food or money; Aizen was possessive and selfish. Ichigo was just another one of his toys that he owned. A doll.
Even if Ichigo had the strength to move there was no way he could free himself unless he went to the kitchen and managed to cut through his binds with a knife. There was no way Ichigo could even move. His back felt like he was being hit over and over again. There were no doubt bruises on his hips but he was covered with a blanket; Aizen hiding his trash. That was all Ichigo was; worthless. Ichigo didn't know what he deserved to have Aizen hate him so much. If only he could go back time, if only he could reset what had happened then Ichigo could save himself from the endless torture. He could escape a monster.
Reprobate: Noun/adjective. Person hardened in sin; devoid of a sense of decency; morally depraved.
