Author's Note: After this, it's one more chapter and we're done! I won't be writing for Bleach again for quite a while. I really need a break from anime fanfiction. I'm flexing my fingers into the Supernatural fandom for now. Long live the Winchesters! (Especially Sam.)
Also, I removed "An Anthology of Broken Hearts, Bondage and Blood" from the website. It was really pushing the envelope of rules, especially the upcoming chapters. I'll repost it to Adult Fan Fiction a little later, if anyone's interested in it. That way, I can post all stories without censorship. You deserve hot smut at its finest!
XII. "Power"
Aizen hates Hinamori. He hates her with every breath of air that has ever escaped his lungs, with every drop of blood that he has ever spilt, and with every beat of his black, barely-there heart. Aizen hates Hinamori simply because she is so simple.
Hinamori tries. Hinamori tries and works and strives to become better in his eyes. She sweats and she freezes, she sprints and she crawls. Aizen loves how hard Hinamori tries.
Hinamori screams. Hinamori screams and cries and mewls beneath him, and beneath his subordinates. She weeps and she moans, she scratches and she strokes. Aizen loves how softly Hinamori screams.
Hinamori sacrifices. Hinamori sacrifices and gives and renounces her mind, her body, her soul to him. She surrenders and she overcomes, she endures and she wavers. Aizen loves how much Hinamori sacrifices.
But what Aizen does not love, what Aizen hates with every fiber of his being and with every fiber of the beings he has created, is Hinamori's power.
Hinamori does not have the power to stand against him.
Hinamori does not have the power to believe in herself.
But Hinamori has so much power that he has to stop himself from stripping away her skin, just so he can find it and claim it. But stop himself he does, always abandoning that quest for power. What is this power that he so utterly abhors every moment of every day?
It is the power only she doesn't know she has; it is her power over him.
