Disclaimer: They aren't mine



He silently came into the room and closed the door, locking it with the only key in the house. The room was dark but you could see everything in silhouette against the window.

I sat obediently on the bed, waiting for him like I had been doing since we had first gotten together. God, had it really only been three months ago that he had so shyly come to me and confessed these 'feelings' he had for me? It seems like forever and there's no end in sight.

I lay naked on my stomach and I let him do what he wants. There's no use in fighting him now; he'd just beat me. I'm sure the others know, but what significant role do I play in their lives?

It hurts, but I've learned to ignore it. At least most of it, sometimes it's too painful. But that part is never physical. It's the pain I get when he insults me, when he accuses me of being a worthless whore. I'm sure he used to love me but that's not the case anymore. Now when he speaks to me he screams and yells.

Tonight is different though. After he reaches his climax he gently whispers in my ear, "You look beautiful when you're helpless, Trowa."

It was the first time Quatre had ever said that.