Chapter 10; Cherry?

AN; I'm dead. And not in the funny way. The only way I can really explain this dying inside sensation, is by telling you the whole story which gets REALLY personal, so I'll just give y'all the synopsis;

I've never... done the do before, so I had to read some... colorful fics to be able describe the perverted scenes and... yeah. As I said, I'm dead inside a little bit.

But I'm willing to do anything for you guys, so here's the product of my binge porn reading. R&R!

Bubbles P.O.V.

I looked up at Mitch as he pulled me to a stop in front of a huge door that seemed more and more threatening the more I looked at it.

I never thought I'd find a freaking door threatening, but knowing that my life might end the second I enter that blasted door was utterly terrifying.

"Have fun!" Mitch said brightly to me with a wink as he walked down the hall, leaving me alone in front of the Beast's lair.

Did I knock? No. Why the heck would I knock? I should just run. Jump out a window, or climb through the air ducts to freedom.

My eyes began scanning the hall for a hint of an exit, but unless there was a secret door behind the tall painting of Edvard Munch's The Scream, I was literally screwed.

Dang.

I heard the sound of a bolt sliding and whirled around as the Beast's door opened and I stifled a strangled noise of fear.

Double dang.

"You've kept me waiting." He said, disapprovingly, narrowing his dark green eyes at me.

I scowled right back, "Yeah, well, took me a little bit of time to get cleaned up. Maybe you should think about your impatience the next time you decide to get abusive."

"'Abusive'?" He echoed, tilting his head slightly, "That wasn't abuse. That was a little reprimand."

Little reprimand?! His parents must've been extremists. Or cavemen. Either one was very possible.

"And a reminder." He continued, oblivious to my anger as he adjusted his towel, "Now whenever you look at yourself, you'll know who you belong too."

Hold on, towel? I gave him a quick once over and saw that his only covering was a black towel loosely folded as his hips. That couldn't be a good sign.

And belong too? This property crap was going to get on my last nerve.

"The psycho doctor said they wouldn't scar." I contradicted him with a smile full of triumph, "So whenever I look at myself, I'll know I belong to me."

He took a menacing step towards me, but I didn't flinch. I met his smoldering gaze with a fire in my own that took me by surprise.

When I had made the conclusion that I loathed him, I didn't realize what other emotions I would feel towards the Beast. Anger was expected, but utter fury? Not so much.

But I wasn't complaining.

"Your in my bubble." I hissed, shoving at his abbs, "My personal bubble. So back up before I bite you."

"Bite me?" He repeated, licking his lips, "Is that what your into?"

My face turned red, realizing that I was slowly talking myself into a corner.

"N-no!" I nearly squeaked, and then took in a shuddering breath to stabilize my growing fear, "The only thing I'm 'in to' is not touching you!"

Did that make sense? I think so. It was getting harder and harder to quip as my adrenaline rushed on along side my panic.

"You don't have to touch me." He smirked and bent down to whisper in my ear, "I'll touch you."

More heat filled me and I was growing worried that I might spontaneously combust.

"Or," I breathed, unable to put any more volume in my voice than that, "You could- Not... And, um, you could... "

Nope, I was done. My wit and sarcasm had left me the second I had felt his breath against my neck.

"I could what?" He teased, and I could just hear his victorious grin, "Do this?"

His tongue darted quickly up against the length of my earlobe.

I stopped breathing.

"Or this?" He inquired, lowering his head to suck gently on the skin under my chin.

"Stop." I managed weakly, my legs quivering slightly.

Ignoring me, his lips started to caress my neck, his teeth lightly digging into the flesh, just enough to give me a rush of... Pleasure?

Oh hell, that was pleasure.

"Stop!" I repeated, louder, and took a large step back.

Without blinking, he grabbed my wrist, and pulled me against him, his other hand on my lower back so I couldn't escape.

"I was hoping you would fight me." He chuckled and then threw me into his room.

I gasped as I hit the floor with a thud that made my ears ring.

I sat up quickly, just in time to see him locking the door behind him.

I jumped to my feet and began darting toward the farthest door away from him. Which turned out to be the bathroom.

I turned around immediately, ready to check the other doors... Only to find the Beast forming a barricade by putting both of his hands on either side of the door frame.

I nearly ran into his chest, but steadied myself in time to take a reflexive step back.

Only then did I fully take in the scene.

His shaggy ebony hair was tousled, his lips held a light sheen of wetness from when he had licked his lips, his rippling arms were blocking the only way out, and his eyes... Were a darker green than I'd ever seen, nearly black, and they had the words 'lust' and 'hunger' spelled out perfectly in each one.

This was not good.

"Were you hoping for a bath, love?" He asked, and I tried to force back a wave of hyperventilation, "Maybe next time. Right now, I'm wanting to see that delicious little body sprawled out on my bed."

"Good luck getting me there." I snarled, a bubble of anger inflating me for a few seconds.

He flexed and I gulped.

"I don't need luck," He chuckled, his frenzied eyes never leaving mine, "All I need to do is look at you standing there in that sexy lingerie for a few more seconds and I can picture exactly what's going to happen tonight. The highlight of it being you screaming my name over and over again in ecstasy."

I gasped, color blooming on my cheeks again, and that was the sign of weakness that he needed to lunge at me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and tossed me onto the bed before I could even think about making a noise of protest.

He had handcuffs on my wrists just as I realized I was lying on his bed. And he was on top of me.

"I really didn't want to have to use those." He sighed as if I was the biggest disappointment of his life.

"Then take them off!" I seethed, attempting to buck him off of me with my hips.

To my horror, he groaned with desire, "Do that again, love. I might just be gentle if you do."

I went perfectly still, causing his eyes to flash.

"Fine, be difficult. It won't change a thing, Ms. Keane." He growled and tore the nighty off of my body.

It wasn't the first time I'd been naked around someone, and I was positive it wouldn't be the last, but the sensation of air hitting my bare skin while another person was in the room was something I would never get used to. As was the way his eyes greedily assessed my exposed features.

"I'm going to claw out those eyes one day." I said decidedly, "Right along with that black heart of yours."

He grinned, sliding his fingers in the waistband of the useless underwear I had on, "I've got a lot of better ideas of what you could be doing with those hands, love. But you've royally pissed me off, so you've just turned this into another punishment, Ms. Keane."

Note to self; He uses 'Ms. Keane' when angry and 'love' when horny.

I wasn't sure what was worse.

Wait- Another punishment? Oh hell.

He slid the panties down my legs until I could see the lacy fabric be flung to the floor, leaving me utterly nude for the second time that day.

"Wait!" I squeaked, pressing my thighs together with all of my strength, "I-Isn't all this a little sudden? I mean, I don't even know you. You could at least take me to dinner first! And I'm a Christian! If you want to- Do that kinda stuff with me, I'm gonna need a ring, mister!"

I was stalling- and lying. I'd never even been to a church.

He snorted, "Don't be coy, Ms. Keane. You lived with my brother. I doubt you're as innocent as you play."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" I demanded through clenched teeth.

Without warning, my legs were roughly pried apart, causing a rush of cold air to hit my womanhood. (AN; R.I.P. Eve Duncan)

"Calm down, love." He whispered in a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine, "All of that excitement of yours... It's sexy as fuck."

My lips parted at the word, more color than I thought possible lighting up my face like a Christmas tree.

Oh my god, what was that?... Hot as hell, was the answer, but I wasn't going to admit that to myself. People like him just simply shouldn't be aloud to cuss. Why? Because it was probably giving me the female equivalent of a testosterone overload.

Horrified at the thought, I pushed it aside.

"Now this, Ms. Keane," He began roughly, as it became clear I wasn't going to respond, "Is how you will be treated when you behave defiantly. This will hurt."

And then his towel was gone and it was all I could do not to look down.

My eyes slammed shut and I attempted to press my legs against each other again. Which was pretty much impossible, considering he had a hand squeezing each thigh.

"You can and probably will continue thinking that you're your own person and that no one can take that away from you. Before I physically contradict that, I'd like to tell you something; You wore bought and sold like a pedigreed bitch and that's all you are. A pet. A toy for me to play with. And like a toy, I plan to break you when you no longer entertain me."

And with that, my... private area was penetrated violently by a hard, hot object that ripped something inside of me.

I let out a shrill scream that echoed throughout the walls of the room and couldn't hold back the tears that had been threatening for nearly a week now. They ran down my cheeks as a similar liquid trailed slowly down my thighs. Only, the substance now staining Butch's sheets were red.

Blood. I was bleeding a lot and it hurt.

Butch hurriedly pulled out of me with a strangled sound of shock, and I curled in on myself awkwardly, the chains around my wrists preventing me from holding myself the way I craved to.

"Your a virgin." He stated, raw fear in his voice as a sob spilled out of my lips.

With shaking hands, he put a blanket over me and ran out of the room, only sparing a moment to grab the towel to cover himself with.

And then I was alone, crying out for Bell, who I knew wouldn't come, and trying in vain to block out the throbbing agony in my hymen.

AN; And I do believe that was my first detailed rape scene. I'd pat my self on the back if I wasn't so utterly terrified of myself and FanFiction right now. Hoped you... enjoyed, I guess? Reviews are appreciated and just might make me feel less awkward about this!