IMPLIED M AHEAD! ONLY IMPLIED!


"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!"

"What's wrong Gil?"

"Agh! That guy's so annoying and un-awesome!"

"Who?"

"That Ivan Braginski!"


"Which room is Gilbert in?"

The old man looked up. He had been sleeping behind the counter. "Who?"

The stranger slammed his giant hand down on the counter. "Gilbert Beilschimdt. White hair, red eyes."

"Sorry. No allowed to give out information 'bout customers." He yawned and glanced at the clock. 12:30 already?

Suddenly, he heard a click and turned around. There was a gun pointed at his head. "Where. Is. He?" The stranger's violet eyes glowed with malice.


Elizaveta hummed as she pinned up her hair and searched through the bag for her PJ shorts and a tank top. Someone knocked on the door, but Elizaveta didn't bother going to answer it. Who would be knocking this late at night anyway? Besides, no one knew that they were here.

Suddenly, the door burst open, the chain lock completely broken in half. Elizaveta looked up to see the face of her nightmares.

He grinned. "Hi Elizaveta. I didn't know you would be here."

She screamed.


The old man gasped for breath. He didn't notice that he was holding his breath. Should he call the police? No, he didn't want more trouble. Then, someone screamed. Oh well, it was probably just some couple having some fun. He needed to relax. Maybe he should get one of the girls outside.


Elizaveta screamed. What was going on? Gilbert immediately jumped out of the shower and pulled on the pants. Elizaveta was not going to get hurt again because of him.

He tried to push open the door, but it wouldn't budge. Then, he heard a familiar voice.

Ivan Braginski had pushed one of the chairs in front of the bathroom door.

"Is little Gil in there, da? You little slut, coming here with him?" Ivan slowly walked closer.

Elizaveta backed away, her face filled with fear. Ivan chuckled. He loved that face.

"I-Ivan, how did you know we were here?"

Ivan laughed. She was so naïve. "I have people everywhere, little Eliza. Having a gun also helps. Remember? I had a gun last time too."

Elizaveta looked around for anything she could use as a weapon, but there was nothing, just like last time.

"Why are you here with Gil anyway?" Ivan had cornered her. "He's the reason that I had to hunt you down last time too, da."

"W-What are you talking about?"

"You don't know, da? What happened last time was because Gil stole something of mine, so I stole something of his." Ivan pinned her against the wall and roughly kissed her. "You."


Gilbert pushed all his weight against the door. If it didn't open soon, it was going to break. Finally, the door pushed away the chair outside and opened. Gilbert dashed out. "Elizaveta!"


"Elizaveta!"

Elizaveta swiveled her head to see the shirtless and panting Gilbert. Unfortunately, because of Gilbert's cry, Ivan also saw him. At that moment, Ivan scooped Elizaveta up and held a knife to her throat. Gilbert froze.

"Don't move little Gil." Ivan smiled, but his eyes were cold.

Gilbert longed to run forward and rescue Elizaveta, but he couldn't risk her life.

"Gil..." Elizaveta whimpered and Gilbert took a step forward.

The knife dug into Elizaveta's pale throat and she yelped. "Don't move Gil," Ivan repeated. "Do you want me to rape your little Elizaveta again?"


"Elizaveta! Oh my god, Elizaveta!"

"Gil, it hurts."

"It's okay, it's okay Eliza. I'll get you to a hospital. Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to apologize Gil. It's not your fault."

"Yes it is, Eliza... It is my fault."


Cough.

Well now you know what happened. Should this story be rated M? It's only implied right? Sorry if this offended you.