(This part is for mature readers)

PART 10

Light slowly felt himself regain consciousness. It worried him that he had suddenly fallen into a deep sleep brought on by exhaustion. He hadn't been sleeping as well since he picked up the Death Note, so he thought that could have been the cause.

What had I been doing before I fell asleep? He moaned, and yawned.

The last time he felt this way was when he accidentally ingested some of his Great Aunt's special cookies that were filled with liquor when he was seven years old. Looking back, he could honestly say, he had gotten drunk. His parents had to carry him home completely unconscious after their visit and he was told about it later. His father even had a chuckle about it. His mother didn't think it was funny.

He still felt extremely tired and all he wanted was to roll over and return to sleep. But something in the back of his mind was telling that he had forgotten about something—someone.

"Hey, Light," came a slightly muffled voice, "you may want to open your eyes and see this."

He moaned under his breath, he knew the voice belonged to Ryuk. "Just five more minutes," he said.

Then he got the shock of his life, and gasped, sucked in a breath, when something pressed hard against his chest. His eyes flung open and there was Yukie looking down at him having just injected something into him—her Epipen. He was laying on his back, he couldn't move his arms or legs, and she was straddling his waist, wearing nothing more than a pink bra and matching panties. The moon light from outside his sliding glass doors was the only illumination in the room, creating an eerie ghostly hue.

He turned his head, and looked around, he was under the bed covers, but he could feel he was—naked. Ropes secured him to the bed. He could move his limbs outwardly, but not inward, indicating he was tied to the metal frame underneath his bed, attached to his wrists on either side; his ankles, too.

Yukie had a lustful look in her eyes as she held her Epipen, pressing it against her right cheek with both hands like some sort of toy. "An Epipen is a wonderful thing! Adjusting the epinephrine dosage can save a life—or end it. It can awaken someone from a deep sleep and even stimulate sexual arousal," she said, suddenly licking it seductively. "It's even large enough to simulate something else." She winked.

She then tossed it behind her and Light heard it bounce.

She leaned in, took Light's head firmly in her hands, and pressed her lips against his lips—delivering a wet, sloppy kiss, with tongue. She then licked his neck. "Oh, you taste so good, Light."

Light struggled. "What the hell! Am I dreaming? Yukie, what's going on…"

"She put something into your tea when you went to go get cookies," Ryuk said. Light looked at him and saw Shinigami standing next to his bedroom door, the door shut. "Your parents aren't home yet, you're alone with her. I think she really likes you, Light." He chuckled.

Help me, Ryuk! And why didn't you warn me before I drank the tea? He couldn't speak to Ryuk, only he could see and hear the god of death. And you think this entertaining? You son-of-a…

Yukie reached back and brought forth a butcher's knife she had with her on the covers of the bed, out of sight. The sheets covered Light up to his waist, her legs were spread over his crotch. She began to wiggle around and he felt movement below the sheets, his own. She was trying to arouse him, and disturbingly enough, it was working—it felt good, but in a creepy sort of way. She held the knife to his face, and the blade glimmered from the moonlight as he looked at it. He recognized it as belonging to the knife block in the kitchen downstairs, a weapon of opportunity.

"Yukie—why?"

She flung back her shoulder-length hair seductively and smiled wickedly. She had a psychotic look in her eyes. And no doubt, judging by this, she was just that. She gyrated against him, attempting to stimulate him even more and she was succeeding no matter how much he tried to resist mentally.

"Stop it!' Light said. "Yukie, why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you, Light—my sweet, loveable, adorable Light," she said, leaning in closer with the knife. "And I want you all to myself. I finally have you, and no one will be able to touch you, or harm you—and Kenta Sato will no longer be able to harm you ever again!"

"Sato?" He thought of the Epipen, and how she said it could "end a life". "Oh my god! You killed Sato? You injected a lethal dose of epinephrine (adrenaline) into his heart!" Now the medical report from the Coroner, the minute puncture hole through Sato's chest made sense. "Why? Why did you kill Sato?"

She smiled, leaning back, the knife lowered. "For you, silly," she said, with a laugh. "No one hurts you. And Sato deserved it, and" —and she laughed louder— "Kira got the blame! I knew he would. I used the Epipen on Sato to kill him and to mimic a heart attack; it worked perfectly. No one would suspect anything else in this new world of Kira. I buried the Epipen deep in a hole next to the school and I'll retrieve it at a later date when the investigation into Sato's death has cooled off. But in the meantime, you and I are going to have a little fun."

"Yukie—"

She put a finger to his lips. "Shh," she whispered. "I've been watching you for some time," she continued, "from my apartment window a few blocks away with a high powered telescope. I fell in love with you at first sight. You are so beautiful, Light. I can't stop looking at you. I can see straight into your bedroom and I've seen so many wonderful things! Now I finally get to taste my endeavours."

Light was speechless, even scared. It reminded him of the time he first used the Death Note and hid underneath his covers fearing that some death spirit would come and snatch his soul for using it to kill. Instead, Ryuk arrived, and told him nothing would happen to him—until later on.

She sniffed the air. "I can smell you, Light—your sweat smells like the sweet necture of honey." She looked back. "I know you're aroused, I know you're turned on by this—I can feel you underneath me."

He wanted to tell her to stop, but he thought doing would cause an adverse reaction, and that she would snap, being maladjusted as she was. She still held the knife. She began to rub against him more.

Yukie smiled, she knew he was being aroused. "I may be allergic to Nutmeg, but there are some 'nuts' I'm not allergic too. When I dragged you up here, I undressed you, then tired you up. But then, when I saw you completely at my mercy, I couldn't help suckle my reward, and you didn't disappoint."

Did she…

"You're very well endowed, Light," she said. "I'll show you things your mind hasn't yet comprehended. I'm oversexed, but that just makes me special. I love it. The sensation of release and the endorphins flood my brain exploding it with ecstasy! I've never been with someone, I've only played with toys, but I want you to take my virginity, Light, here and now! I want you to fill me up, and take me to heaven!"

Light swallowed. If I had the Death Note, I might consider sending you somewhere else! She killed Sato—for me—and she's lusted after me for who knows how long. I'm at her mercy! I need help!

He looked to Ryuk, but the Shinigami seemed to be enjoying this turn of events.

"You're so beautiful, Light," she learned forward, once again talking his head in her hands, the knife set aside on the covers, "and never have I seen such a lovely boy, kind of girlish, but sexy, nonetheless."

He took offence to being called 'girlish'.

"Many a-night, I think of you as I toil away in my thoughts of wants and desires," she went on, "and I've lost count how many times I've—well…" —she smiled— "liquified the linens with my love for you."

Light gulped. He knew exactly what she meant. He let out a small gasp as she rubbed him. And she leaned back smiling with a sinful ecstasy.

"There you go, Light, you are enjoying this, you're a freak like me," she said. "All guys enjoy a little sadomasochism. You thrive on fawning your strength and sexuality. Now it's on the other foot. You're not as innocent and wholesome as others say you are. Trust me, when I say, you are mine, and no harm will ever come to you again as long as I'm with you. So, submit to me, and together, we'll become one."

"Please, Yukie…"

"Yes, Light! Beg me, I'm yours!"

Light let out another small gasp, as she pressed down and thrust on top of him. And she smiled animalistically, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop her.

He was completely alone, Ryuk would not help—or stop this.

"C-coming from an apparent—psychopath!" he finally said. He had to get her to stop for a moment, so he could think of something to get himself out of the situation. But insulting her?

And yet it worked, she ceased her movements. She shifted her weight, look the knife back in hand, and then climbed off him, standing near the bed, and he knew, without a doubt, that he had gotten way to excited with her arousal, unavoidable in the circumstances. He saw the bed sheet rise between his legs, pitching the preverbal tent.

Yukie tapped the "tent" with the tip of the knife blade. "Are you sure you want to say such things to me? You are a boy with a girlish face, but I can change your sex to correspond to it—if you don't take that back!"

He gulped. "I'm sorry," he said.

She smiled broadly. "That's better," she said back.

To be continued...