Part 3: The Hedgehog's Nightmare

Cast in the gaze of her moonlit window, Shinji appeared before her; his eyes looked tired as they gazed down at her, his normal sleeping clothes bound to him as he slowly approached her.

"Shinji…? Is everything OK...?" Misato asked, her voice raspy and half asleep. It was as if Shinji didn't hear her as he got up next to her bed. Still gazing into her eyes he leaned down, stealing her breath away with a firmly planted kiss. Misato went to raise her hand to his cheek, but her arm wouldn't move, it just stayed in place as Shinji grew more bold.

"Why...can't I move…?" Misato thought, still groggy as Shinji climbed over too of her, straddling her waist. Her eyes widened as he gripped the middle of her button up shirt, tearing the buttons from their sewn prison as it was ripped open. Misato went to speak up, but her voice was gone, like it had never been there to begin with. Shinji snatched up Misato's wrists, gripping them tightly before pinning them to the sides of her head.

"I hate you Misato...and now I'm going to hurt you like you hurt me…" Shinji's voice was low and cold, Misato gazing back in horror as he released her. She tried again to move but failed, her eyes now watching as Shinji violently stripped her of the rest of her clothes. He tore her bra open at the front, unbinding her sizable chest before sliding down, tearing her panties at the brim til they gave way and ripped apart.

"Sh-Shinji stop!" Misato's words finally came out, but fell on def ears as he dug his fingers into her sides, tossing her onto her chest roughly.

"I'm not sorry for this…" Shinji spoke with suppressed anger as he gave her ass a hard slap, Misato grunting in response. Shinji then gave the other cheek a hard smack as well, Misato's crying muffled by the pillow her face was forced into.

"I thought you liked it rough Misato? Kaji told me all about how you'd beg like a whore when he would slap you during sex. After all...you were really rough with me..." Shinji's words made Misato tremble as she was finally able to turn her head.

"N-No! That's a lie! I'm sorry Shinji!" Misato cried loudly, tears starting to leak from her eyes as Shinji lifted up her butt.

"It won't matter for long…" Shinji replied with an eerie tone as he yanked hard on her hair before slamming her face back into her pillow, her body tensing up as she felt the curve of Shinji's hard, throbbing member start grinding on her rear hole.

"No! Please don't! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Misato screamed into her pillow as she felt his dick penetrate her ass, Shinji let out a loud grunt as her rear finally hit up against him.

"It hurts, it really hurts!!" Misato cried, her voice still muffled by her pillow as Shinji slowly pulled out then rammed it back in once more, another long grunt of pleasure escaping Shinji's throat. It felt like torture as Misato's paralyzed body was used as a plaything by Shinji, his groans and moans growing more agressive as his pace increased.

Misato was suddenly hit with an incredibly strange feeling, like needles sticking into her spine. Misato grew pale as she felt herself become detached from the situation, her own body and mind refusing to listen to her nervous system. The agonizing, burning pain that seared her rectum shifted from excruciating to pleasurable, like pure ecstasy was being injected into her body.

"What the hell is going on?!" Misato said to herself in a panic as Shinji took a large handful of her hair, yanking on it ferociously as he continued to sodomize her. Misato stared in disbelief as her sight saw into the mirror that sat above her head board. She saw her face in a state of overwhelming ecstasy, her eyes staring wildly with a big, twisted smile. Sudden screams of lust began filling her head, her thoughts trying to scream back but to no avail.

"Harder Shinji! Fuck me harder!" Her voice shrieked. Misato stared catatonically at her outer reflection, the sight of her tongue slipping out making her sick to her stomach.

"Is this how I looked when I raped Shinji…?" Misato came to the chilling realization as she heard her voice pant and scream like a mindless whore. Suddenly, she felt her air become cut off as she was returned to control of her actions. Misato's eyes widened horrifically as her tongue fell out, Shinji's hands now clasped tightly around her neck. Choking and gagging, her body tensed up, her ass hole clenching Shinji's throbbing cock as the raw, savage pain of her ass returned in full.

"Stop it! Stop enjoying this!" Shinji growled furiously, her face still full of pleasure as he pulled back on her neck.

"Shin...ji...stop...stop...I see...the dark...stop…" Misato gagged violently before Shinji let out a carnal tell of pleasure, plummeting his anxious prick deep into her ass before expelling his hot, thick seed. Misato heart a loud snap as she saw Shinji snap her neck with a strong twist, her body going completely limp as his seed continued pumping inside of her. After all of his was dumped, she felt her body turn over, Shinji moving to sit on Misato's stomach. Tears fell from her lifeless eyes as she watched Shinji raise her Beretta pistol to his mouth, his eyes slowly closing before facing her.

"Goodbye Misato...see you in hell…" he said in a polite manner before shoving it into his mouth, his tears streaming down his cheeks as he tilted his head to further face her.

"NO! SHINJI!" Misato's voice cracked as she let loose a violent shriek, her horror filled eyes now staring into her empty room as she suddenly sat up, her hands reaching out in a hopeless attempt to save the one she had tortured. As her sense of reality came back, she found her sweat covered body in the arms of Shinj, who was sitting on top of her blankets.

"Misato...are you alright? I heard you make strange noises from my room so I came in to see if you were OK," Shinji's soft voice met her ears, her eyes already beginning to well up with tears as she felt him lightly shake as he held her tight.

"...I'm a monster…" Misato began to sob, her nerves breaking down before Shinji's eyes. She quickly devolved into a nervous wreck, crying loudly as she held onto Shinji for dear life. Shinji began gently petting behind her head as her tears began drenching the shoulder of his shirt.

"Why...why can't you just hate me…?" Misato gasped, her words filled with pathetic malice as Shinji made a soft shushing sound.

"Stop asking me that...it's because I care about you Misato, just as you had always cared for me," Shinji kept his words soft as Misato let it all out, eventually using his shirt to dry her eyes as she began to stabilize.

"I'm sorry I'm so weak right now Shinji, and I know this is going to be a big ask but...can you stay in here with me tonight? I'm afraid if you don't I'll just get up and start drinking. You...you don't have to sleep in my bed, just...be in here with me. Will you do that for me?" Misato gasped as she fought through her remaining tears.

"I can do that for you Misato, just...don't try anything alright?" Shinji replied, Misato nodding vigorously as she squeezed him tightly. She decided to stay put in her bed, taking tissue after tissue from her night stand to help clean her sniffles out as Shinji moved his sleeping cot in and laid it all out neatly.

"Do you need me to get you more tissues Misato? You're going through that box really fast," Shinji pointed out, Misato shaking her head.

"No it's fine, there's still plenty in it. Sorry, I'm almost done," Misato dryly chuckled as she plucked out two more sheets, wiping her eyes and blowing her nose before pitching them all in her bedside waste basket.

"I really appreciate this Shinji, really," Misato sighed as she finally pulled herself together. Shinji smiled kindly as he fluffed his pillow, finishing his set up.

"You're welcome Misato, but remember, you promised not to try anything," Shinji laid out his reminder as he cut the lights to the room, getting into his bed as they both wished one another good night. As the silence blanketed them, Misato found herself gazing up at her ceiling, her eye tired but worn from the stress of her nightmare. She couldn't help but to wonder if she had lost her mind as horrible thoughts voiced themselves in her ears.

"He's helpless and asleep...make a move…" she heard her own voice faintly whisper as if laying next to her. She shifted her head side to side, spotting nothing before sighing heavily and returning her gaze to the ceiling.

"This is bad...really bad…" she spoke softly, eventually letting the night take her away from it all if not only for a few hours.