Chapter 41

I Hope You Bite

Moka remained silent.

Why?

What was left to say that hadn't been said already? What good would her voice do to help? She was done talking. Her voice, her thoughts, her opinion, let alone her actions, had caused much of what was happening to her, to Tsukune, to her friends, and those around her that another word could only make things worse. The barbed wire on her wrists, her ankles, around her body and throat weren't as painful as the terror she felt when she saw the screen pop up on the white linen revealing Gin's website with video recordings of her and him together.

While it didn't surprise her that it wasn't beneath Gin to record his dalliances with women in his room, she had hoped he would have given her the privacy that their friendship and intimacy would have deemed proper when they were together that night. Thinking back, she didn't remember them being apart long enough for him to set up any kind of camera or recording equipment at her and Tsukune's home. The only possibility was in his room after their time at the club. She didn't remember much about that night, what was said, or what could potentially be recorded. All she did know was that she had told Gin that she was pregnant with his child. That had protected her. He was about to take her. She was about to let him, but...but...

She felt it, right at the side of her face.

Tsukune's eyes locked on the screen, staring and burning a hole into the reality of what was potentially going to be exposed between her and Gin. She had no more tears left to shed, no more pleas or words of redemption to offer. All she could do it watch and wait for the inevitable to happen.

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Pop music began to play on speakers hidden in walls. Feminine moans, sighs, and exhales of ecstasy matched the faces of women being entertained by Gin in a multitude of sexual positions. Some were slow, eye to eye, face to face and intimate moments of intercourse while other were savage hair pulling, from behind and with an aggression that kept in tone with the screams and exotic moans filling the great hall.

"C'mon, baby, tell me. Am I the Wolfman?" He asked her while staring directly at the camera.

"Yes." She answered, cut to another girl.

"~Yes, daddy!~", then another.

"Oh, Mi vida, si!", another.

"Gin! Yes, Gin, you're the Wolfman, baby!" and then back to him.

Camera held outstretched to film himself ginning cheekily while mounting another female from behind, her hair gripped tightly, he refocused the camera on him and growled, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, lost in his own pleasure. The glimmering wolf's head necklace bouncing around his neck with his activities.

"Howl for me, baby." He growled into the camera.

On cue, perfectly edited for each girl to breathe in and exhale, a long broken and stuttered howl to the point of blissful climax and release. The screen darkened with another female voice with syrupy sexual suggestion in her tone, "Come play with us at The Wolfman's Playground today."

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"Did you howl for him, Moka?" Ria called out, loud enough to be heard of the chringy music blasting.

Chortles and guffaws rose to tones as loud as the speakers.

"You know she did!" One spectator called out.

"All the way to the moon!"

"Say it with me, Moka. Howwwwwwlllllll!"

Several more voices chimed in from the throng, each one mocking and caustic.

Tsukune glanced over at Ria, disapproval and scorn reflecting her teasing retort. She had one more to throw his way. In a small cat claw motion at him with her gloved hand, she whispered 'Rawr.'

Gyokuro clapped her hands, calling for silence.

On the screen, Gin face appeared at an extreme close up. "Alright, everyone! This is the Wolfman and it's time to play the game. Here she is, the lovely, the rich, and very, very desirable Aono Moka!"

He turned away from the screen, then turned back. "Fuck off, Shewhorules. If you don't like what you see, you can come here and take her place. The wolfman will do to you what he's going to do to her. Try and keep up, bitch."

Checking to see if everything was in place, he smiled whimsically at Moka in the background doing dishes. "She's such a good girl. A keeper really. From what I hear, she's single guys. After I'm done with her, she's up for grabs. Now, onto the show!"

The screen faded and returned with another picture. A wall with shadows, Gin and Moka's silhouette coming together in a kiss.

"Oh me, Oh my, this is getting good, Brother dear." Ria hooked Tsukune's arm and half dragged him into the center of great hall, right next to Gyokuro. "I would hate for you to miss a moment of this, but the Queen Mother has called for you and your first challenge is about to begin. Don't get distracted."

Gin's voice was soft and enticing in the great hall, "You're trembling. It's okay to relax, Moka-chan. I won't hurt you."

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Tsukune didn't think anything else that Moka did could hurt him anymore. Gin's betrayal was terrible, but it wasn't unexpected. Gin had always listened to one head over the other. With Moka, he had felt certain with her loyalty and love for him to be stronger than any lure the horny lycanthrope might entice her with. The last few weeks had proven that the two of them had probably did him a favor. Why stick around for this? Any of this? He had asked himself this so many times, but the answer was always the same.

It's who he was. Try as he may, he couldn't forget the good times, the good people these two were when it mattered, and that they had saved his life enough times to save them in their darkest hour.

He was a man of his word as was he a man of forgiveness. Glancing up at the screen, he saw the two of them together, touching. She was doing dishes, cleaning, just busy work. She fidgeted, keeping her hands busy when Gin closed in on her from behind, nuzzling her ear.

Tsukune tensed, his fist clenched and a dark rage building inside him.

"You didn't have to do that, Moka. But I am thankful." He kissed her, touching her with a familiarity that only two people that were comfortable being intimate with could.

"I...I really need to talk to you, Gin." It was strange to hear her voice over the speakers. She hadn't said a word. She hadn't need to. It still...hurt to see them like that. What he saw was just proof that this nightmare was far just a dream, something to get over. There was something else he saw.

She didn't shy from his touch. She didn't flinch, or swat him away.

An ugliness was building inside him. The darkness made his skin itch, like a bug bite but all over that needed to be scratched.

Gyokuro called out from the side, "Let us begin."

"HAAAAA!" Kokoa leapt from behind a pillar, a gargantuan axe swinging high to bisect him from skull to groin. She cleared the distance quickly with great force and velocity. No one could have prepared for the counterattack.

Except, Tsukune was more than just any regular anyone.

Tsukune launched himself in the air, faster than she could bring her axe down, and connected with her so hard it launched her into the balcony and through the stone walls. A mist of blood and scattered teeth rained around the center of the hall.

"Later. We've got all day tomorrow. Tonight, you and I need to catch up."

"Catch up?"

"Mm-hmm."

Tsukune landed, already walking back to the center of the hall. He noticed her flinch, trying to move away. Was he wrong? What was that?

"You don't have to be afraid. We're just going to pick up where we left off."

Gyokuro clapped, along with everyone else surrounding them. "Well done, but this is Kokoa we're talking about."

"You have passed the first round," Issah announced, gesturing to the torturing implements they were going to use on Moka. "Choose anyone of the torture devices other than the branding iron to be removed from Moka's penance table. That one is reserved for the final battle."

"Why?" He asked.

"Brother Dear, that's because that's what we're going to use to purge your wife's little bundle." Ria's gloved hands made a thrusting motion, like a finishing blow with a spear onto her opponent at their middle.

"Gin, I really need to talk to you. Please, I really don't-"

"Moka, If you go, I really don't think you and I could ever recover from this. It may be best that we never see each other again. Ever."

Tsukune looked over the assorted trolleys, thinking which one to remove. He could see Moka's pink hair on the reflection of the sterling silver ice bucket the holy water was in. Even in that reflection, he could see she was conflicted.

"Do you want that?"

Her pink hair rippled with the shake of her head.

"Good, now show me that you want this as well."

"This," Tsukune pushed the trolley hard, it slammed into table holding the food. Some of the water sloshed off to the side, causing a small panic. Vampires that rushed out of the way hissed at him.

"Done," Issah glanced to Gyokuro and nodded. She took a few steps back, smiling in a way that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

"I believe your next challenger will be the most entertaining. We can't say it hasn't been coming for a while. Today, Aono Tsukune, you get your chance to have a little fun."

On screen, Gin had Moka laying on the bed, his hands on her hips under her skirt. Tsukune could see a lone tear falling from her green eyes.

"Send me anyone. I'm ready." Tsukune could barely keep his voice steady. The rage was darkening his vision to red. He let the fight with Kokoa end to quickly. The next one needed to be savored.

"Anyone indeed." Gyokuro's grin only widened. "Next challenger, announce yourself."

It was the heels clicking on the stone floor that made him turn his head in her direction.

"Oh me, oh my, Brother Dear, I hope you bite." Ria stood within his personal space, staring up at him with eager anticipation.