I DO NOT OWN POKEMON! SATOSHI TAJIRI DOES! YOU THINK I WOULD BE SITTING IN A PUBLIC CRAPPY SCHOOL IF I DID?!
The collar stopped giving out electricity, but there were still blue and white shocks running across Dawn's body. "Get up." Cyrus demanded sternly.
She attempted to stand up. Or at least, that was what Cyrus thought. "I'll get a wheel chair- with restraints." He figured he would answer Dawn's "Why can't you pick me up" question that he figured she had.
When he left, she muttered, "That didn't work." She actually attempted to stand, but she was having a hard time. She heard the squeaky wheels of the chair. She attempted to walk a few steps, but landed on the office chair. She waited a few seconds before trying again. Cyrus came in with the chair just when she caught her balance without support. She attempted to walk again towards Cyrus before falling again in the wheel chair.
"I'm… Trying… To walk…" Dawn said, taking deep breaths in between words.
"That won't be needed now." He positioned her so she was bound to the chair. She exposed to a lot of torture now. That's what scared her. She closed her eyes in fatigue while he was pushing her into a dark room. One, very dim, almost burned out light, no windows. There was a pair of shackles hanging from the wall. She was very scared. He loosened her restraints, and she forced her self up, grabbing his wrists. She pushed him where she could barely see the bindings. Dawn was surprised to see that the things clamped shut automatically.
"What the hell do you think you're…?"
She ignored him and opened the door (after searching for it, of course) for more light.
"Why are you awake? An hour is not very long."
"Habit. I used to have my alarm going off at around this time, so I started getting up before hand by habit."
She picked up a long chain from the corner of the room. The grey metal was shining from the little light that was in there. Dawn kicked the chair away and started using the chain as a weapon against Cyrus. His face, his chest, his knees, and a little above them, nothing that she could see was spared. He tried to keep himself from grunting in pain. The links were fairly small, which made it easy to move around and cut human flesh. She kept on going until about a half an hour when she was tired, and when she could see that Cyrus was a mess of blood. Dawn dropped the chain and left the room. She came back in with a first-aid kit.
"I'm… Sorry that I hurt you. I don't know what I was thinking." She said quietly. She unwrapped the cloth from the kit. "I was mad, and afraid, I guess." She ripped his bloodstained shirt off and started to wrap the bandage around his stomach, where she slashed the most. She cut a piece with her teeth and started working on her legs, and so on.
"How do you open these?" Dawn asked, fingering the shackles restraining Cyrus.
"They automatically open after an hour."
She just grunted contently and searched through his pockets. She took a button and a key from him. She didn't know where he hid them, but she has them now. She tried the key on her collar, which fell by her feet soon after.
"The shocking hurts." She sat by Cyrus, waiting for the restraints to open. She was inspecting them to make a loud sound when an hour is up, but instead she was surprised to feel Cyrus grabbing unto her wrist. 'Like a ninja.' She thought calmly. She soon found her self stuck against the wall like Cyrus, but her feet were barely off the ground.
"Why didn't you escape when you had the chance?" He picked the chain up and slashed her with it. She said nothing. "Well?"
"I don't think you want to know." Dawn said quietly, but Cyrus didn't hear it.
"Is it because of the fans that would stalk you?" He hit her a few more times. "Or is there more than that? More than figuring out what you did? More than avoidance?"
"Do you really want to know?" She didn't even flinched in pain, even though she was suffering from more pain then he was, due to the lack of clothes.
"Obviously I do!" He struck her across the face.
"I love you." She said quickly.
He dropped the weapon in disbelief. "You… What?"
"I don't know why, but I love you. I always preferred strong, older men. Physically strong, not just using Pokemon for doing all the dirty work."
"I'm not supposed to be loved. I'm supposed to be hated, if anything!"
"Well, love is, to me, wanting to be with someone or something as long as possible."
He didn't say anything. He just came close to steal a kiss. "I can do more then just hurt you like this." He said lustily.
"You know, my first was with you. Your prediction was correct on that. Even my first kiss was with you."
"So you felt this way for a while now?" He held her breasts.
"No, just recently. At first, I was just trying to see if your team where going to do anything similar to what you tried last time. But then, I… Don't know."
He forced her into a deep, hot, wet kiss, which she accepted happily.
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Oh gawd, mush. I was originally going to do a whip, but how would you find it in a dark room? Besides, Ivy's awesome! (Soul Caliber…. Namco owns her!)