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WARNING: This chapter has a bit of a gross scene in it, but this story is rated M for a reason.
Staring up at Izaya with tears streaming down my face left me feeling extremely vulnerable. What happened to the strong girl who bravely pushed him away before? She was now reduced to a crying mess, easily overpowered by this brute of a man. Was this the new me? Would I just let Izaya get to me this easily? No, I refused. I would not allow this devilish man to scare me this way. Forcing the tears away, I raised my arms and grabbed his neck and squeezed hard, making sure to really dig my long nails into the tender flesh of his neck. My nails and hair were two parts of my body I prided myself on. I sometime spent hours on my nails making sure they were nice and round with intricate nail designs. And right now, I was thankful that I hadn't been able to cut them this weekend, because they were sharp, and definitely painful.
Izaya's eyes widened in shock, and then in pain. The satisfied smirk left his face and soon appeared on mine. Of course, this strangulation did not last long for Izaya abruptly let go of my shoulders, causing me to land painfully on the ground. Quickly getting up to a standing position, I clutched my bag closely to my side and eyed Izaya warily, tears still staining my cheeks, but slightly satisfied to see dark marks on his neck from nails. What was he planning next? I knew he was mad that I visited the police station, and now his madness could only increase because of my attempt at asphyxiation.
Of course Izaya's reaction is completely unexpected. He let out a demonic laugh, his shoulders shaking with the intensity of his laughter. Shocked, I backed away from him and tried to edge my way to the mouth of the alley in a futile escape attempt. Futile because Izaya noticed my slight movements and immediately grabbed my waist and arms, trapping me in a backwards embrace, his arms putting pressure on my cut shoulder. Dragging me deeper into the alley, Izaya was still shaking with laughter, making the situation even more sinister.
"You're going to leave before answering my question, Jenny? I thought you had more manners than that!" he chuckled and put his head on my shoulder. "Now," he pulled a small switchblade from his pocket and placed it against my neck, "tell me what you were doing at the police station," he slowly moved the blade around my neck lightly enough so it didn't draw any blood, but putting enough pressure to inflict a slight amount of pain. His other kept my arms in place. Struggling would cause the blade to go straight into my neck.
"I went to the police station to report a crime, what else?" I said as calmly as possible, but my voice betrayed my fear.
Izaya stopped running the blade across my neck and stopped at the center of my flesh, slowly he dug the tip in, barely piercing my skin. "Now what crime would that be?" there was no hint of laughter left in his voice, instead his tone was cold and hard, "Don't think of lying to me, Jenny."
Swallowing nervously caused the blade to dig deeper into my neck, causing one drop of crimson blood to fall onto my uniform. Great, another ruined uniform, and I still hadn't bought a new one to replace the one Shizuo destroyed. "I w-went to report you…" I finally whispered, hating the tremor present in my voice.
"And then what happened?" he questioned.
"I told a police officer everything that you did to me."
"Oh? And what exactly have I done to you, Jenny?"
The lack of "Jenny-chans" alerted me to the large extent of his anger. Izaya was furious, and I was the target of his anger. Carefully, I thought of how to word my answer to his question so as to not anger him more, but of course, my "fuck this" attitude took over. Why did I care if I made him angrier? The outcome would be the same: he would get mad, most likely assault me in some way, maybe even hurt me, so who actually cared?
"What do you mean, 'what have you done'? You're ruining my life! You assaulted me three times, even at school! You – you even had me kidnapped! You deserve to go to jail! To make it worse, you're seven years older than me! You're nothing but a sick pedophile!" I was breathing hard at the end of my rant. How many of these was I going to have? I had ranted before, but it never left on an impact on Izaya. Neither did this rant.
He let out a low chuckle, clearly unimpressed, "Really, Jenny. Did you think that going to the police would help? I know about everything that goes in this town. I know about everything and everybody. What makes you think the police were exempt?" He put the blade away, but soon replaced it with his lips. Now both of his arms were around my waist and arms, his grip tightened. Hot air blew across my neck, causing goose bumps to rise on my flesh.
"I had to try," I whispered quietly, hating the feel of his arms around me and his lips on my neck, "I didn't think they'd be able to help, but I had to try."
"Little, pathetic Jenny. Do you finally know who you're dealing with?" he whispered on my neck and started dragging me further into the alley to a car? A car? For some reason, it was hard for me to image Izaya driving. He opened the backseat and shoved me in, quickly got in the driver's seat, and locked the doors.
"Where are you taking me?" I quickly sat up in the back and tried to open the door, but no luck. Damn child safety locks.
"Your house," was his brisk reply.
"What?" my eyes widened and I tired harder to open the doors, but they still didn't budge.
"Do you really think after going to police and attempting to strangle me, you're going to get away with no punishment?" I saw the corners of his lips turn up into a smirk in the rear view mirror.
"Punishment? You can't do this to me!"
"But Jenny, how else will you learn?"
Izaya drove recklessly, barely paying attention to traffic signals, road signs, and other cars. Soon enough we reached my house. Izaya parked, exited the car, and walked to my side to open the door. Once he did, he grabbed my arms, and I tried struggling, but it was no use. Izaya was much stronger than he appeared. He dragged me into my backyard and snatched my bag off my shoulder. His land looted around through its contents until he finally pulled out my house key. Smiling sadistically, he opened the back door and pushed me through. I landed on my cut shoulder from yesterday and gasped in pain, but Izaya either didn't notice, or didn't care.
I heard him close the door and lock it. Quickly, I stood up. We were currently in my kitchen. Maybe I could reach a knife and try to defend myself.
No such luck. Izaya grabbed my arms before I could move two inches, "Why don't we start your punishment in the bedroom, Jenny-chan?" he purred.
My face paled. I knew what he wanted, "How about no?" even though it was against all my standards, I swallowed my pride and begged, "Please, Izaya. I'm sorry I went to the police station! And that I tried to strangle you! It was just a natural reaction! Please don't do anything to me!" After that pitiful begging, I wanted to just die. Die and never see Izaya Orihara ever again. At least something I said finally had an impact on him, even though it wasn't what I wanted.
"Come on Jenny, begging is no fun. I thought you were stronger than this? Is it going to be this easy to break you?" he sighed, "I guess this means we have more time to have fun!"
I knew what he was doing. Izaya was trying to provoke, trying to force me to fight him, and I fell for it. My pride was already wounded from my failed attempt at begging, and after this direct instigation, what else could I do but fight back? It was in my nature.
"If there's a hell, you'll be going there after I slit your throat, you bastard! Do whatever; I don't give a fuck," then I spit on his face. My spit landed in the center of his left cheek. Damnit, I missed. I was aiming for the bastard's eye.
Izaya looked shocked; he had been expecting me to fight back, but the spit was unexpected. His red eyes flashed, "Glad to see you're back to normal, Jenny," he said dryly, "but unless you want me to get even more mad, you'll clean up your mess," he glared at me.
"Oh, you mean the spit on your face?" I asked innocently.
He didn't let his anger show on his face, but I felt his grip on my arms tighten, adding to the already large amount of bruises, "Yes, Jenny, that mess," he said through gritted teeth.
I sent a glare right back at him, "Why should I?" I instantly forgot all about "my punishment" and my shameful begging.
He smirked, "Because if you don't I'll have to increase your punishment. You wouldn't want that would you? And I don't want to hurt you more than necessary So I suggest, before we go to your bedroom to commence the punishment, you clean up your mess."
I paled, remembering his promised punishment; that's why I begged. I knew what he wanted, and the fact that it was going to occur in my bedroom just confirmed my fears. Izaya was a sick, twisted pedophile who was going to sexually assault me. So far, all he had done was kiss me, so who knows what he would do to me now? The worst part was that there was no way for me to defend myself. While Izaya was skinny, he was actually quite strong, and with his switch blade, there was no way I'd be able to defend myself. Also hanging over me was his threat of having my dad fired. All these factors combined left me no room to fight him off.
"Fine," I whispered, "just let me get a paper towel." I attempted to extricate myself from his grip, assuming he'd let me go, but his arms never loosened. I stared at him in confusion, how did he expect me to clean up the spit?
"No, Jenny, not with a paper towel. Now tell me, from where did this mess originate?"
Was this a joke? "My mouth?" I answered uncertainly. Where was he going with this? And then the realization struck. He wanted me to lick the spit away.
Izaya grinned at my shocked expression, "I think you understand what you need to do." In order to demonstrate his point, he thrust his face closer to mine, the spit directly in front of my eyes.
No, no, no; I couldn't do this. When Izaya forced himself on me, it was different. He was the one initiating the actions, but now he was forcing me to do something to him. In a way, this was dirtier and more demeaning that anything he could do to me, and unfortunately, this was just the beginning.
"I'm waiting, Jenny. The longer you take, the longer your punishment will be," he threatened.
I believed him. With a heavy heart and shaking nerves, I leaned my face in to his cheek. The worst part was that he was staring at me the whole time. I extended my tongue until the tip was touching the spit. Wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, I swiftly swiped my tongue over the spit and pulled my head back once the deed was done, my tongue still out.
"Good girl, Jenny-chan! Now, swallow it."
One thing that grossed me out more than anything was swallowing my spit once it was out of my mouth; once I could see it, I didn't want it back in, but I closed my eyes tightly and pulled my tongue back within my mouth, slightly gagging as I did. Hurriedly, I swallowed, my eyes still tightly shut.
Izaya finally released my arms from his vice-like grip, obviously pleased with himself. He placed his hand under my chin and forced me to look up at him, my eyes opening on their own accord. A satisfied smile was visible on his face.
"Good job, Jenny-chan. You're finally learning to be obedient! Since you did such a good job just now, I'll go a little easy on your punishment. Now come," he grabbed my left hand and began to drag up the stairs. Once we reached the landing, he turned left in the direction of my bedroom, my heart sinking with each step. He opened my bedroom door, pulled me in, and pushed down on the bed. He pulled out a jump rope from my elementary days and began to tie my hands to the headboard.
"No! Stop!" I began struggling, but it was too late, my hands were effectively bound and unable to move.
"Don't worry, I promise not to be too rough on my little Jenny-chan! And, we might both be able to enjoy this punishment if you can learn to take pleasure in it."
With that last statement, Izaya pounced on top of me, his lips immediately attaching themselves to mine.
Oooh, I wonder what he's going to do to her ;)