She heard her door open and slowly shut in the middle of the night. She rolled over to see her alarm clock. 3:27 a.m. She closed her eyes again before feeling someone sit down at the foot of her bed.
"It's three thirty in the morning," she grumbled, without opening her eyes.
"I know what time it is." Tsubasa's voice was icy.
"What's the matter?" she spat, her eyes still closed. "Mom wouldn't give you any so you went to the next best thing?"
"Shut up and strip Amu," he commanded.
She sat up and looked him in his eyes. She was terrified, but she was determined not to show it. "And if I refuse? I'm not afraid of you."
Before Amu had time to react, Tsubasa slammed her down on her bed. He brandished a knife and held it to her throat with one hand while unbuttoning his pants with the other.
"And I'm not afraid to make a mess," he said. When Amu still didn't move, he began to put pressure on the knife. Amu's eyes widened as she felt the blade pierce her skin and felt a thin line of blood trickle down her neck.
"Okay okay okay," she said quickly. "Just put the knife away and I'll do whatever you want."
He smiled menacingly and put the knife down on her nightstand. "That's a good girl," he cooed and brushed some pink hair out of her face. "This'll be over soon."
Amu tried not to cry as he penetrated her. She knew she had to be strong. Amu had to keep in mind that everything she's done, everything that he's done to her, she did to save her sister.