How is covid19 treating yall? I know I'm sure having a great time sitting inside and doing all my classes online :| lots of fun and great for the 'ol mental state. Anyhoodle, enjoy one of my first attempts at writing for fun using all this "free time" we have on our hands : P

Alya's Point of View:

It was the middle of the night when I woke up to something pushing my legs apart.

I started to shift my position, to turn back over onto my side, but hands held my legs in place, keeping me from moving. My eyes fluttered open, but I quickly grew more alert once I realized that someone was there in the dark. I tried to kick my legs, but whoever was there had a strong hold on them.

On instinct, I opened my mouth to scream, but they were fast, slamming their hand over my mouth so I couldn't make a sound.

"Scream, and I kill your whole family." The moment I heard that voice, despite it being filled with a rage I'd never heard before, I recognized it. "Nod if you understand."

I hesitantly nod, and he pulls his hand away, though he leaves it resting on my shoulder in case he needs to muffle me again. "N-nino?"

He shakes his head, and I can hear the smirk in his voice as he answers, "Shell Shocker now, actually. I've come to take what's mine."

"What's yours?" Panic fills my voice as I try to figure out what he means.

"Your virginity is mine to take, Alya. You kept talking about how you didn't want to, but I know that you've secretly wanted this." I open my mouth, ready to shriek to try and get help, when he repeats his earlier threat. "Ah ah ah. If you scream, I'll make sure you never see your family again." Leaning in close enough that I can see his eyes, his eyes that show no trace of the boy who broke my heart after I loved him for so long, he whispers, "You'll also never find out what happened to your best friend."

I freeze, heart thudding in my chest at the implication of his words. "You know what happened to Marinette?"

He nods slowly, a cruel smile on his face. "Yep. I've seen her with my own two eyes."

"Where is she?" My words are harsh and desperate. On instinct, I grab him by the collar, nails digging into his suit as I try to demand an answer. "Where is Marinette?"

"I'll tell you...for a price." The hand that holds my leg shifts, sliding upwards as I squirm a bit, loosening my hold on my ex - did we officially break up? I'm not sure I ever said the words, but surely he must have realized I wouldn't stay with him after what I walked in on - as I realize just what kind of situation I'm in. "Tell me, Cesaire, how badly do you want to know what happened to her?"

Tears prick at my eyes. Is this really Nino? What happened to him? What happened to the boy I got locked in a zoo cage with? This isn't him. It hasn't been him for a very long time. Something changed in my ex-boyfriend, and that change has only been stretched and amplified now that he is akumatized. I should have realized it sooner, but the reality of how dangerous the akuma hovering over me really is comes crashing down on me, threatening to destroy me as I resist looking away from him.

"Where is she?" I ask again, swallowing back my fear in an attempt not to show my concern.

"Is that your consent?"

I bite my lip before hesitantly nodding. "What do you want?"

He grins widely, almost sadistically at me. "I want to fuck your brains out, Alya," I try my hardest to bottle up the fear boiling up in me, knowing now is the last place I should show anyone weakness, "but since you're agreeing and allowing us to do this the easy way, I suppose I'll give you a little something extra. I'll even take you to see her."

"What's the catch?"

"No catch. You just have to fulfill your end of the bargain first." He climbs onto my bed and lets his hands fiddle with the edge of my pajama pants.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I mumble, "Okay." As he begins to slide my pants down, however, I sputter out, "But I'm not a virgin."

He freezes, fingers digging in a bit painfully to the skin by the edge of my lacey underwear. "What?"

Terrified, I repeat myself, somehow sounding even less confident than I did the first time. "I-I'm not a virgin."

"With who?" He sounds so betrayed, and I can't blame him.

"With Lila Rossi...and Chat Noir."

It really does feel like now is supposed to be the time to get creative projects done, but for some reason it's harder than ever. Oh well uwu at leas I had fun writing this :)