Mah, I can't write about rape.
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The sensation of blood rushing to my hands jolted me awake. I whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut, biting on my lips to keep from the pain that instantly burst through my veins.
As the stinging subsided, I tried again to recall what happened. It dawned on me that I must have had a blow to the head, for I kept passing out. That, as Daisuke often said, sucked dirty apples big time.
I had never understood that saying. He said constantly, whenever he had done something he thought was particularly good or particularly bad. Daisuke never ceased to amaze me.
"Ken, how do you feel now?"
Oikawa's breath was warm on the back of my neck and I cringed, hunching away from him. "Horrible. Worse than horrible. Why am I here?"
He sighed and laughed lightly. "Always asking questions. That's the little Ken I love. Always so smart." His fingers twisted in my hair. "So beautiful too."
With my hands free, I was able to defend myself. I scooted away from him, pulling free from his grasp. My head continued to thump, and a high itched ringing echoed in my ears. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, and it even hurt to think. Why had I been beaten? What did Oikawa want with me?
"Am I scaring you Ken? You know that you can trust me. You know that, don't you? Deep in your heart, you know."
I turn around, frowning, staring at him. What was he getting at?
Oikawa smiled and tapped a finger on my chin. "Yes, you know that. You're a smart boy."
My frown deepened and I pulled away from his sickening touch. I had always hated being touched. Except Daisuke. Daisuke could touch me. Oikawa could not. I wouldn't let him.
He inhaled sharply, then reached over and grabbed my face with his hands, dragging me closer to him. "You're mine, Ken. I own you. I own every inch of you."
I twitched and gritted my teeth, but couldn't break free from his grip. "I am not a toy Oikawa. You didn't create me. I owe you nothing." I spat the words out, hatred engulfing the pain. "Let me go."
His eyes narrowed and he growled low in his throat. Thank hand that had been clutching my chin released me. Then, before I protect myself, he slapped me, hard, across the face.
Surprised, I yelped and ducked my head. My trembling fingers gently covered my cheek, and I glared up at him. "Bastard," I hissed, "Let me go."
"You still haven't figured it out." Oikawa's voice was suddenly childish with wonder. "You don't know why you're here!"
I continued to inch away. I had never truly realized just how big he was. He towered over me, a dark smudge of a shadow in the black room. His eyes glittered and his teeth flashed as he grinned. His skin was pale, paler than even mine, and his flesh was pulled close to the bone, giving him an eerie resemblance to a skeleton.
Why was I locked in a basement? Why did he call me beautiful? Why did he want me to know the purpose of my kidnapping? What did he want to do with me?
Suddenly it hit me.
Suddenly I realized what he was going to do.
Bile rose in my throat. "Oh no..."
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I just keep postponing...
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The sensation of blood rushing to my hands jolted me awake. I whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut, biting on my lips to keep from the pain that instantly burst through my veins.
As the stinging subsided, I tried again to recall what happened. It dawned on me that I must have had a blow to the head, for I kept passing out. That, as Daisuke often said, sucked dirty apples big time.
I had never understood that saying. He said constantly, whenever he had done something he thought was particularly good or particularly bad. Daisuke never ceased to amaze me.
"Ken, how do you feel now?"
Oikawa's breath was warm on the back of my neck and I cringed, hunching away from him. "Horrible. Worse than horrible. Why am I here?"
He sighed and laughed lightly. "Always asking questions. That's the little Ken I love. Always so smart." His fingers twisted in my hair. "So beautiful too."
With my hands free, I was able to defend myself. I scooted away from him, pulling free from his grasp. My head continued to thump, and a high itched ringing echoed in my ears. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, and it even hurt to think. Why had I been beaten? What did Oikawa want with me?
"Am I scaring you Ken? You know that you can trust me. You know that, don't you? Deep in your heart, you know."
I turn around, frowning, staring at him. What was he getting at?
Oikawa smiled and tapped a finger on my chin. "Yes, you know that. You're a smart boy."
My frown deepened and I pulled away from his sickening touch. I had always hated being touched. Except Daisuke. Daisuke could touch me. Oikawa could not. I wouldn't let him.
He inhaled sharply, then reached over and grabbed my face with his hands, dragging me closer to him. "You're mine, Ken. I own you. I own every inch of you."
I twitched and gritted my teeth, but couldn't break free from his grip. "I am not a toy Oikawa. You didn't create me. I owe you nothing." I spat the words out, hatred engulfing the pain. "Let me go."
His eyes narrowed and he growled low in his throat. Thank hand that had been clutching my chin released me. Then, before I protect myself, he slapped me, hard, across the face.
Surprised, I yelped and ducked my head. My trembling fingers gently covered my cheek, and I glared up at him. "Bastard," I hissed, "Let me go."
"You still haven't figured it out." Oikawa's voice was suddenly childish with wonder. "You don't know why you're here!"
I continued to inch away. I had never truly realized just how big he was. He towered over me, a dark smudge of a shadow in the black room. His eyes glittered and his teeth flashed as he grinned. His skin was pale, paler than even mine, and his flesh was pulled close to the bone, giving him an eerie resemblance to a skeleton.
Why was I locked in a basement? Why did he call me beautiful? Why did he want me to know the purpose of my kidnapping? What did he want to do with me?
Suddenly it hit me.
Suddenly I realized what he was going to do.
Bile rose in my throat. "Oh no..."
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I just keep postponing...