A reply for Tsukiee as requested: I dunno how many chapters this fic have left. I suppose it will be below 20. I'm not sure if it will be below 15. Maybe~ maybe not. Lol. I tend to drag quite a bit. I'll try not to. Though I really enjoy writing this fic. ;D Hope that answers you. Thank you for all of your reviews! X3
Chapter 10
Marionette
The rape became more and more frequent. So frequent that Roxas had a hard time walking or even sitting down. Her genital hurt, due to much abuse. It became so sensitive that just a slight touch made her cringe. It also bled. She even had trouble with her bladder, just a little movement and she could feel the sting and the pain.
She was trapped in the room. Every day, every night. There was no way out for her. She was told by Axel to stay inside. That she would be safe as long as she never went out of the room and she listened. She knew that Axel would never lie to her.
So there she was, waiting everyday with the maids especially assigned to her, ready to grant her every single wish at any given moment.
Every single wish except for her freedom.
She honestly didn't care about being trapped inside. She just waited everyday for Axel to come home to her.
Axel wasn't violent everyday… but he was violent most of the time.
But when Axel's mood was fine, he was really sweet and Roxas loved him.
When Axel was in a sour mood, she would be the object of his anger. She would be beaten, abused, and raped. And there was nothing she could do about it. She had no choice but to force herself to like it no matter how much she didn't like it.
And so she did… her body slowly began to get used to the abuse and violence that it grew fond of it. She knew that it was wrong—it was never right to be beaten by anyone. But she also knew that as long as it was Axel, everything was right.
"I would never wrong you, Roxas," Axel smiled sweetly, smoothing his fingers down her smooth hair. "I love you, you know that right?"
"Of course, Axel. I love you too," the girl smiled lovingly.
She knew that Axel loved her. And she loved him too. It was mutual.
And so, everything was right. Just right.
No matter how much she hurt physically… or mentally.
It didn't matter.
As long as there was Axel… the source of her love and at the same time, pain.
She began to learn knitting and arranging flowers. Every day, she searched for ways to bring Axel happiness and pleasure. She was always thinking… thinking of ways to make Axel happy.
She hoped that Axel was also doing the same for her.
She was at the other side of the castle, the side that no one would ever visit because it was surrounded by forests. The room she lived in was already so old that some part of the wall cracked.
But of course, thanks to the servants, everything was well taken care of.
Just a little bit more…
If she could only just give Axel what he wanted…
Then…
Then… she would be able to move to the other side of the castle.
And be known as the princess…
Instead of a measly nobody…
Instead of a mistress…
Whose presence would remain unknown for the rest of her life.
-xoxo-
He took in a deep breath, obviously annoyed. Once again, his father was using that same reason to provoke him and to show him how useless he was.
He was a prince, but no one respected him, no matter how hard he had tried to earn respect.
He had tried and tried…
But nothing was right.
The fair and beautiful princess Naminé was his wife and he had made sure he didn't let his beautiful blond know. Because he didn't want his blond to become discouraged by it. He didn't his blond to leave him.
He wanted her.
Roxas…
Only Roxas.
To prove his worth, ever since the marriage, he had made lo… had sex with Naminé so many times. He had tried. And it didn't work. Whenever Naminé came back after checking with the doctor, she was still not pregnant.
And they had more sex.
And he was faced with more disappointment.
Rumors began to spread that he was a man of no caliber.
That he was not strong enough… not fit enough to produce an heir.
He was angered.
The flame of rage and hatred boiling in his blood.
And he took all of his anger out on his doll…
The one kept at the other side of the castle…
His puppet…
Roxas…
Roxas was the only one he knew he had absolute dominance of. Roxas was the only one who was submissive to him.
And Roxas was the only one who was always there.
He had no control over people… His words never meant anything even if he was the prince. Everyone looked up to his father, the King. They obeyed him because of his father.
But Roxas was different…
Roxas obeyed him because he was he.
Because he was Axel.
And Roxas did everything for him.
He felt especially flattered that Roxas would go into such lengths of cutting her own genital for him… even though the thought was unflattering and disgusting.
But he liked it.
He loved Roxas.
Roxas was his puppet.
No… Roxas was his marionette. And he was the puppeteer.
He knew that he had Roxas' strings.
And he knew that he had full control of that one marionette of his.
He knew…
He knew…
And that was why…
He would continue to use Roxas…
Because Roxas was his…
Roxas was his marionette.
-xoxo-
She rolled her eyes as she trudged around the room. Stupid servants… they can't do anything right. She just wanted a time away from the castle. She just wanted to get out and be gone for the night. She hated having to have sex with the prince, no matter if they were married. She just wanted a break. The sex wasn't fun at all anymore. She felt like she was treated like a breeding machine.
And she hated how Axel would lash out all over her when he found out that she wasn't pregnant yet.
It wasn't her fault that Axel was incapable.
It wasn't her fault that she couldn't get pregnant.
God, Axel even had sex with her during her period.
That was just wrong. There was definitely something wrong with the prince.
She shook her head. She needed to get away from the castle… at least for a while.
It was a torture to be caged and trapped inside.
And here she was… in every girl's dream—of being in the castle, married to the prince.
What a foolish dream it was.
Marrying the prince was the worst mistake of her life.
She was of a noble family—a family that was even more prestigious and even more respected than the kingdom or the king itself.
Axel didn't deserve her.
How dare the prince treated her as a sex object instead of as a lady.
She hated it all.
Even if she had pushed Axel away, Axel still threw himself on her, inside her.
She tried writing to her father about the matter, but nothing was done. Her father didn't even write back to her.
She didn't want to be there. She had to do something to get out of this horrible nightmare.
She had to have a conference with the King.
Maybe the king would do something about it.
-xoxo-
He tore the letter he just read to pieces and let the pieces of paper flew down to the floor.
That little witch… she had finally shown her face.
If he had had the choice, he would have married Roxas instead of that witch.
But he had no choice. Naminé was forced on him because she was of a noble family and marrying her would mean the welfare of the kingdom.
And now, Naminé was trying to shame him.
It didn't matter.
He just had to make sure that the guards and the servants kept her inside her room.
She should have known her own place.
Just because she was of a very noble and well respected family, it didn't mean that she should be treated like one.
She was already wedded to him and was already inside the castle.
She should have followed the rules.
She should learn to respect him.
-xoxo-
The girl panted as she was raped.
She moaned, trying to smile to show Axel that she liked it.
She moaned Axel's name while she was pounded.
She then pulled Axel down by the neck and mashed her lips against the prince.
She never pushed Axel away.
Because she had always wanted Axel.
Axel was the only one for her.
She would never be able to push Axel away.
And then, Axel came inside her as usual and it was all over and she rode out her orgasm.
She felt the tingling in her stomach.
She watched as Axel came out of her and lied beside her.
She nuzzled close to him, sighing in relief to know that it was all over.
It wasn't as if she didn't enjoy it…
It was more that she had already trained herself to enjoy it.
"Axel? Is something wrong today?" she asked softly, trying to be understanding.
Normally, she chose to not pry on Axel's problem. But this time, she wanted to at least try… She wanted to try to understand and maybe solve whatever was bothering her love.
She pulled away from Axel's sweaty chest and looked up at her lover.
"There's nothing wrong," Axel answered darkly, seemingly not having any desire to say anything at all.
"Oh… I'm sorry I asked…" she drew back, being submissive. "I'm glad you're here today though," she smiled, snuggling to Axel's neck. "Welcome home, Axel." She said softly, lovingly, meaning it.
Even if it didn't mean a lot, she had treated the room like a home to her.
And it was a place where Axel would come back to during the afternoons.
She kissed Axel's neck lovingly and fell into slumber as exhaustion took over her.
-xoxo-
Once he knew that his blond had fallen asleep, he pulled his love close. He kissed the top of her head.
Why? Why was Roxas still nice to him even after what he had done? He practically raped, hit, and abuse him every day. Yet, Roxas was always smiling. Roxas was always caring and kind.
…
Maybe it was because Roxas enjoyed it.
But of course…
Roxas enjoyed the sex.
Roxas enjoyed being treated roughly.
So that was it…
To earn Roxas' love, he had to treat her roughly.
He didn't want Roxas to go away.
No… of course not.
Roxas was the only one submissive to him.
Roxas was the only one who would never push him away.
Roxas was the only one who was always there.
Roxas…
Roxas welcomed him home.
Roxas was his home…
Roxas…
Roxas…
-xoxo-
"Stop, Ax. Stop!" he screamed, clutching to the tablecloth, lying on the floor where he kept being abused and penetrated by the tentacles all day… and all night. He had taken all the effort to crawl out from the bedroom to outside—to the filthy living room. "I don't want this anymore… stop…" he gasped, barely able to breathe the tentacles kept going in and out of him.
Tears streamed out of the corner of his eyes.
Axel had decided not to give him any dress or any clothing anymore.
He was kept naked in rotten house.
And the tentacles were all around him, pleasuring him every single second without him even asking him if he wanted or even enjoyed it.
He swallowed, eyes closed as he came again for the countless time that day.
Saliva dripped out of the corner of his lips, drooling down to his neck where the tips of the tentacles were suckling on his delicious flesh.
"A-Axel…" he pleaded as the tentacles massaged his length.
He tried to stand up to walk over to where the puppeteer was sitting, but he had no energy to do so. His knees grew weaker and weaker every time he felt the slimy, cold thing was inside him, pounding him like no tomorrow.
So, he crawled on all fours to the puppeteer.
He then grabbed hold of the puppeteer's boots and leaned up, still being thrust into from behind.
"Axel… make it stop."
The puppeteer smirked. "Are you sure? You seem like you're enjoying it, you little slut…" he said darkly.
"I-I'm not a slut…" Roxas gasped weakly, feeling helpless. "I'm not… why are you calling me that?" he asked desperately.
"Because I know you like it when I call you that."
"No… no I don't. Let me out… please… I don't want to be… I don't want this…"
Axel laughed and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll make you want it. I'll make you enjoy it like you always do. I'll make everything better, I promise. I know you like it, Roxas. I'll just have to be more violent, right?"
Roxas shook his head. "No… No..." he didn't need any more violence. Anymore and he would die… "I… I only want you Axel… please… I…"
He let out a cry as he came again, reaching his climax. His cum staining the puppeteer's boots. He panted. The tentacles kept working him, never resting.
"I…" he continued. "I only want you. I don't want any of this inside me… I want you inside me…"
The puppeteer brightened up. "Very well. Granted," he smirked and flicked his fingers, making the tentacles disappear within an instant.
Roxas let out a relieved breath. Finally… a moment of rest…
He passed out then, sliding down to the floor.
The puppeteer graciously picked his little marionette up, maggots dropping and crawling all over him.
He took his blond to into the bedroom where Naminé was kept.
He laughed as he saw the little marionettes turning cannibalistic and began feeding on Naminé's flesh. He put his blond down gently and admired the beautiful piece of work.
He had done whatever he could to make sure that Naminé would forever be alive and forever be conscious.
The little marionettes kept eating her flesh—inside and outside.
Blood was pooling all over the floor where she sat.
She was motionless, as if already dead, numbed to the pain.
But she was very much alive and aware.
She wished it was all a bad dream.
But it wasn't a dream.
The pain was all there.
She had screamed and screamed…
But it was too tiring to even scream now.
She decided to just keep quiet. And pray to God that it would be all over soon.
Just let it be over…
She saw her brother… but there was no use yelling for help.
Because Roxas couldn't help her.
Roxas looked half dead himself.
She cried, sobbing silently as the marionettes feast on her body.
She was nothing but pieces of flesh, being gnawed on.
It hurt… it hurt so much…
It hurt even more that she couldn't die…
That she couldn't fall unconscious.
She didn't even screamed when one of her eyeballs slid out of her eye socket and fell with a plunk to the pool of blood. A marionette walked up to her eyeball and began eating the delicious round eyeball.
And she watched with one eye… as her brother was raped by the nasty rotten creature that was the master of the house.
A tear rolled down her half eaten cheek. "Please… just let me die…" she mouthed.
-xoxo-
Maybe the girl had eaten something wrong…
She had no idea.
But she always had a morning sickness and it was getting into her.
She sighed, having just come out of the bathroom throwing up.
How she hated having that churn of the stomach in the morning and having to run over to the bathroom to let it out.
Groaning, she lied down on the bed, rubbing her tummy over her dress.
Maybe she should stop eating prawns… maybe that was what causing her sickness…
Or maybe it was because of those noodles last night…
Or that beef…
Or maybe the clams…
In any case, she blamed the seafood.
She wondered if she should tell Axel about it.
-xoxo-
The princess woke up to find that she was all alone in her bed.
She narrowed her eyes, hating it all.
Axel wasn't in the bed again, as usual.
What did she expect anyway?
Axel was never there.
And now, there were rumors spreading across the castle that Axel was always away from main part of the castle in the afternoons.
Some servants said that they saw Axel venturing into the woods and into the other side of the castle.
Rumors had it that Axel was seeing another woman.
A mistress he had secretly kept.
Naminé swore to herself that she would find out who, if the rumors were true.
That might be her only way of escape.
And that would mean that she would be able to earn the prince's respect and love and make the prince bow to her words.
-xoxo-
His father never respected him.
If… if his father decided to tell the whole country that he had been seeing a freak… a freak like his blond… Roxas… his reputation would be all gone. Nobody would see him as the prince anymore…
Everyone would lose whatever respect they had for him.
It should never happen. Roxas' existence should never be known.
He would kill…
He would kill the king if he decided to reveal his secrets.
…
Or…
He would even kill Roxas if need to.
-xoxo-
"Axel… I have been… feeling nausea lately… do you think I'm okay?" came the sweet voice of his lovely blond.
"Nausea?"
"Yeah… maybe I eat the wrong food or something… I don't know… but it's been bothering me…"
"Well, you're okay, right? I'm sure it's nothing. Don't dote yourself," Axel said harshly.
Roxas was hurt but didn't show it. She smiled. "Okay then. If you say I'm okay, then I am, right? Thanks, Axel."
What was she thanking him for? He had done nothing except mistreated her.
"I can… call a doctor for you or punish the cooks and tell them to cook their food properly," he offered, letting off a bit.
Roxas smiled, cheering up immediately. She knew Axel cared. "Thank you, Axel. But don't punish them. Please just tell them to maybe cook the meats better. Thank you," she kissed Axel's lips lovingly, gratefully.
Axel smiled for the first time in months. "You're welcome, Roxas."
Roxas giggled and continued kissing Axel repeatedly.
Axel then chuckled and flipped Roxas to her back, straddling her.
And it was then…
The first time in months…
That the two made love…
The girl knew that the Axel she had known as her best friend some time ago was still there somewhere.
And there it was…
The gentle…
And kind…
And caring redhead.
The Axel she had grown to like and love.
-xoxo-
Good morning, America! Good night, Australia.
So… as God says in Evan Almighty, "Ask and you shall receive." 8D you want more flashbacks, there you go.
Fast one day update for all of you awesome reviewers out there. Though I have to say that I still can't reply to all of you. It's already late and I have to go to sleep. =.= I've went out all day. And rather than waiting for tomorrow morning… 9 hours later to update, I thought I'd just update now, y'know. So, I'm really sorry that I haven't replied to all of the reviews for chapter 9 yet. I'll get to that tomorrow.
That to say, I'd love to hear from all of you. ;D have a nice day. Does anyone want this fic to end soon? Or does everyone just want this to end right here? O.o lol. Just wondering.