All right, first thing on my to-do list right now... oh yes. The "W" word.
WARNINGS: n/c s lime, blood, pain!!!!! If you have a problem with any of this TO AYA, DON'T read this!!!!!!!!!!
Now that we have that out of the way...
I didn't want to do it, I really didn't. Aya is my baby, my child, my CHARACTER, and I hate hurting him.
Aya: I'm not yours... Heck, I'm not even Yohji's anymore... I'm mine, I'm free, FREE! Do you hear me? FREE!!!
Pickles: ;_; much to my sadness, the beautiful redhead is right, and I do not own him. But I still hate hurting him. I like Aya-kun to be a happy little boy....
Aya: so why do you torture me so much again?
Pickles: it's for the storyline.
Aya: YOU'RE GOING TO LET ---- this has been censored for further story integrity ---- FOR THE FUCKING STORYLINE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! SHI-NE, WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pickles: *sweatdrops* *starts running* huff, huff, a few more things to get out of the way... huff, huff... this chapter goes to moonflower.. huff... even though she isn't typing it anymore... puff, puff... but she shares it with god... puff, puff... and mattie, who is my real-life version of Yohji... pant, pant... with a dress sense of a goth... puff... and he's even better looking, if that's possible...
Aya: THERE IS NO ONE BETTER LOOKING THAN YOHJI EXCEPT ME!!!!!! SHI- NE!!!!!!!!!!! *takes out katana and positions himself to run Pickles cleanly through for the sins she has gathered while being a fanfiction writer*
Pickles: you don't want to kill me, honest!!!
Aya: don't I?
Pickles: I'd better start rolling the story to the folks so I can handle you...
~~~
Nanashi - ch9
It's Not Him
~~~
:: :: denotes thoughts of Schuldich
~~~
I lost my orange sweater.
I can't believe it. That was my favorite shirt ever. I must have left it back at the Koneko - and I can't go get it. Yohji would definitely have a reaction of some sort, and I'm pretty sure Ken would kill me. I think I understand it now. Yohji is like a brother to Ken or something, and he's not happy with me for hurting him. Which is still no reason to hurt me. It happpens every day. Break-ups, I mean.
I lost my orange sweater.
I want my orange sweater. It's like a tangible reminder of everything in that life. It represents everything I could have had.
Well, I do have a few other vestiges of that life. Such as a suede vest and leather pants.
I think I'll go out tonight. I need something new.
~~~
I sit at the bar, scowling into my mixed drink. In the past hour, I've been approached/hit on by five women and nine men, none of which have been ugly, three of which have been amazingly attractive *and* not smashed, a real bonus, and none of which have struck my fancy. I think I'm picky. Then again, I might just have a thing for blonde hair and green eyes.
::Hello, Abyssinian.::
The voice whispers seductively into my head. A feeling rockets through me, unbearable pain followed by delicate touches to my mind which not only ease the pain but are also somewhat pleasurable in a warm, familiar sort of way. How often has Schuldich slipped into my mind without my knowing it, that he can do this to me?
::Often enough to make you purr in your sleep, kitten.::
I look up, still scowling, trying to spot the German. It doesn't take long - his orange hair is easy enough to see. He's leaning against the wall, smirking at me in the way I've seen Yohji do often enough to know that he's on the prowl. He'd better not even be thinking about it. Not me. I'm not some plaything for him to break.
::Of course not, kitten. Why break you when it's much more fun if you like it, too?::
I start. For all intents and purposes, he's sincere. Hmm... sex with Schuldich... I've never considered it before. Why would I? He *is* an enemy, and a prick besides.
::I'm not, I promise. You just have to get to know me.::
He fills my mind with images of us, and what we could be doing now. I shudder. Is he crazy?
::What, have you got something better?::
No, but I did. I feel him riffling through my mind like a book, looking for something specific. He finds what he's looking for, because the feeling stops.
::You mean this?::
He shoves my own memories into my mind, and for a moment I see and feel phantom things. I feel Yohji in me, touching me, kissing me; I see his emerald eyes staring into mine as he gives me ecstasy. Yes, I mean this. There is nothing he could do to me that would be better than this.
::Want to bet? I think I could.::
I don't love Schuldich. Shuldich doesn't love me. There is absolutely no way I will let Schuldich do that to me.
::Kitten, there's nothing better than uncomplicated sex. That's all I want from you. Sex, no strings attached. Tomorrow, we can go back to killing each other, but you've gotten entirely to pretty to ignore.::
I am not pretty. I am a male. Males do not have beauty.
::Oh? You think Balinese isn't beautiful?::
Yohji is liquid sex. He's perfect. He's beyond beautiful.
::Funny, that's what he thinks about you.::
I didn't know that.
::But back to the subject. Will you sleep with me?::
Do I have a choice?
::Not really.::
Then no.
:I'll take that as a yes.::
Suddenly he's at my side, and he grabs a hold of my bare arm. I grab my jacket - I have a knife in it - before he jerks me to the door. I try to get at it, but Schuldich grabs the knife before I can.
::You may as well agree, kitten. I will have you tonight, but I'd prefer you live through it.::
I don't want Schuldich. I'd kill him if I could.
::If you think it hard enough, you might.::
He shoves me into a car, presumably his, and I am trapped with him.
~~~
Pickles: *looks triumphantly at Aya as she finishes duct taping him to his chair* That's why you don't try and hurt the fanfic author.
Aya: What are you going to do with me now?
Pickles: Oh, I don't know. I could put you in Farfie's room to play... but I like you without too many scars. I think I'll give you to Omi.
Aya: *gasps* No, not Omi! He looks like he's twelve! I'd feel like I was committing statutory rape!
Pickles: That's the idea.
Aya: Hey, your readers are listening.
Pickles: Huh? Oh, it must be SECOND warning time, so nobody can tell me they didn't read the first one.
WARNINGS:: Schu does BAD THINGS to Aya in this scene. Painful things. Things I felt damned dear suicidal about writing.
Aya: Then why'd you do it?
Pickles: It's for the story line. See, you're not the only one that suffers over it...
Aya: Just don't make me watch, okay?
Schuldich: I can't believe you have me doing this. I'm sick, and I'm a bastard, but I'm NOT sadistic, I like being uke-
Aya: O.O
Pickles: Shut up. That's a different story line altogether, and I haven't written it yet. As one of my NOT main characters, I'm sending you away. *points magic non-gel pen at Schuldich* Begone, supporting character!
Schuldich: I'm melting... melting... *disappears*
Pickles: *picks through Schu's clothes* hey, there's no underwear here!
Aya: You call what he does to me a supporting charachter?
Pickles: Shut up. I'm going back to the story now. And if you don't keep your comments down I have a piece of duct tape that would fit perfectly over your mouth.
Aya: o.O
Pickles: That's what I thought.
~~~
"I'll give you one more chance, kitten," he whispers into my ear. "Don't make me kill you."
I turn my head aside from his. No matter how much I don't want this, how much of a disgrace it will be, Aya-chan needs me. I have to live for Aya- chan. I fought this, and all I have to show for it is a dislocated shoulder, a black eye, and various bruises. "All right," I assent reluctantly.
He's immediately on me. He rips my vest off, one of the buttons flying. I can't track where it goes. My pants are given the same treatment, thrown aside like so much trash. His own clothing, already loosened, comes off much easier. I don't want this. I don't.
"I hate you," I whisper to him.
"I know," he says roughly. "That's half the fun."
He shoves against me. He is hard, but I'm not even close. He kisses me, bruisingly hard, and I submit - even though he tastes of bad beer, even though I hate him. He moves down to my neck, and bites. Hard. I can feel my blood begin to trickle off my throat and onto the dirty sheets - Schuldich has taken me to some cheap motel - but I say nothing as he laps at my blood. This isn't fair, this isn't right, this isn't the way it's supposed to be - and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel so powerless.
At that, Schuldich looks up at me, bloodstained lips grinning crazily. "You are, kitten." He licks at my neck one last time, and then plunders my mouth again, tasting of my own coppery blood. I gag at the taste. "That's what makes you so sexy."
Gods, I wish Yohji were here. He wouldn't let Schuldich do this to me. Yohji told me once that rape was the worst crime ever committed, and he'd killed several bastards who'd done it.
Schuldich grunts as he busies himself with finding sensitive places on my body to hurt. "Balinese is a silly kitten. He should try it sometime. It's fun."
"Yohji would never even think about it," I tell him. I wish I had a blade so I could make him take it back. "He's not like you. You're a sick person."
His hands grip my shoulders tightly. He slams me down against the mattress. "Don't you even fucking say that. You have no idea what I go through every day."
"I know you don't go through this."
Schuldich ignores my voice. He punches me in the gut, and I decide it is wise to be silent. He shoves my legs apart and thrusts two dry fingers into me.
...this is agony it burns I feel like I'm on fire things are being rearranged his fingers burn this is torture it hurts oh stop it stop it stop I don't want this Yohji wouldn't do this to me I need him to stop it burn leave me alone he's hurting me don't let him do this stop...
And he does.
I open pain-hazy, tear-filled eyes to look at Schuldich. Schuldich is looking down at me, an interested expression on his face. "Your thoughts are sweet," he says to me. He brings his hand up - his three middle fingers are covered in blood - and licks at it absently. "Like sugar."
I say nothing. I know better.
He looks down at me. "Well?"
My voice cracks as I answer him. "Well what?"
"Well, what do you think?"
"You already know." I turn to look at the wall. "I don't want this. I don't want you. You're not him."
I feel his open palm slap against my face. "Shut up."
I'm right, though. It's not him. Yohji would never have hurt me like this. I never realized how good he was to me. Even if he didn't love me, he would never hurt me.
Schuldich wrenches my legs apart again, and shoves into me, dry.
...and I'm screaming this is so much worse than last time I've never felt pain like this before it hurts so much stop it leave me alone kill me I can't stand this there's no way I'll live through this I want to die please leave me alone it hurts it hurts I can feel it tearing I'm screaming it burns don't do this stop you're hurting me stop stop stop I think I'm going to die it burns oh gods it hurts I'm screaming go away let me die stop hurting me I don't want this it burns I feel like I'm tearing apart stop I can't scream anymore it hurts that bad leave alone don't do this...
...what's happening something hot in me and it already burns can't I just die...
~~~
Pickles: O.O
Aya: O.O
Reappeared Schuldich: O.O
Yohji: O.O
Ken: O.O
Aya: I can't believe you had him do that to me.
Schuldich: I can't believe you had me do that.
Yohji: Why did you do that to my Aya?
Ken: Why did you do that to MY Aya?
Pickles: SHUT UP!!!! *glares at cartoon characters* As to Aya, I can't believe it either. I'm sorry, hon, I really am. I love you like a son--
Aya: Somehow I don't think you do.
Pickles: Schu... what are you doing back here? *gets out magic non-gel pen*
Schuldich: I get the idea. I'll go without the help. Or the meling, for that matter. *walks out the door*
Yohji: *stares after Schuldich* why did you let him go? We had plans to -
Pickles: That's the other storyline I haven't written yet. I told you guys about talking about that. And as to you and Ken's question...
Aya: Let me guess. It's for the storyline.
Pickles: How'd you know?
Aya: *rolls eyes*
Pickles: And Ken... did you mention Aya being yours?
Ken: Umm...
Pickles: THAT'S THE OTHER STORYLINE DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!! Quit making allusions to it. If you keep it up, it might NEVER get written.
Ken: Okay, okay! So long as I get some SOMETIME.... *grumbles*
Pickles: What was that?
Ken: I SAID YOU NEVER LET ME GET SOME!!!!!
Pickles: O.O
Aya: Come let me out of my duct tape, and I'll help you out there.
Pickles: *faints*
~~~
I come to my senses reluctantly some time later. The room smells of blood and sex. Schuldich, still in me, is asleep. I endured this for Aya-chan? I'm sorry, but even she's not worth this. If it happens again, I'll fight it until I die. Death is preferable to this. I know my insides have been torn apart.
I shove Schuldich off and out of me, whimpering as he pulls out of my abused body. I look down at myself. The bed is soaked in my blood, as are my legs. A sickly mixture of blood and Schuldich's seed trickles out of me.
I can't stand this. I heave as I become violently ill, my vomit mixing with everything else on the sheets. Purging isn't helping me any, though, and so I stop. I sit up...
... and the pain is unbearable. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out. My throat is raw already from screaming, though if it was words or just screaming I have no idea.
Still biting my lip, I stand up. The blood trickles down my legs as I limp about, collecting my clothes. I ease the pants on, though tears fall involuntarily from my eyes as I snap them shut. They still mold to my body, and it hurts excruciatingly. I shrug on the jacket gingerly, trying my best not to move too much. I leave the vest on the floor and head out into the hall. I hope Schuldich drowns in my blood.
I've lost enough of it.
~~~TBC
Aya: Can I really get sick? I can't believe you did this to me.
Pickles: No. Not unless it will get me more reviews.
Speaking of which... I've noticed you aren't giving me so many reviews lately. Am I no longer worthy of reviews? Is my story getting worse? I NEED REVIEWS, PEOPLE!!!!!!! I LIVE OFF OF REVIEWS!!!!!! THEY MAKE MY DAY FOR WEEKS!!!!!!!!!
I think you get the idea. Just three sentences. Please? Is that so much to ask? If you use the hunt and peck method I'll only make you write one. Please?
~~~
WARNINGS: n/c s lime, blood, pain!!!!! If you have a problem with any of this TO AYA, DON'T read this!!!!!!!!!!
Now that we have that out of the way...
I didn't want to do it, I really didn't. Aya is my baby, my child, my CHARACTER, and I hate hurting him.
Aya: I'm not yours... Heck, I'm not even Yohji's anymore... I'm mine, I'm free, FREE! Do you hear me? FREE!!!
Pickles: ;_; much to my sadness, the beautiful redhead is right, and I do not own him. But I still hate hurting him. I like Aya-kun to be a happy little boy....
Aya: so why do you torture me so much again?
Pickles: it's for the storyline.
Aya: YOU'RE GOING TO LET ---- this has been censored for further story integrity ---- FOR THE FUCKING STORYLINE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! SHI-NE, WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pickles: *sweatdrops* *starts running* huff, huff, a few more things to get out of the way... huff, huff... this chapter goes to moonflower.. huff... even though she isn't typing it anymore... puff, puff... but she shares it with god... puff, puff... and mattie, who is my real-life version of Yohji... pant, pant... with a dress sense of a goth... puff... and he's even better looking, if that's possible...
Aya: THERE IS NO ONE BETTER LOOKING THAN YOHJI EXCEPT ME!!!!!! SHI- NE!!!!!!!!!!! *takes out katana and positions himself to run Pickles cleanly through for the sins she has gathered while being a fanfiction writer*
Pickles: you don't want to kill me, honest!!!
Aya: don't I?
Pickles: I'd better start rolling the story to the folks so I can handle you...
~~~
Nanashi - ch9
It's Not Him
~~~
:: :: denotes thoughts of Schuldich
~~~
I lost my orange sweater.
I can't believe it. That was my favorite shirt ever. I must have left it back at the Koneko - and I can't go get it. Yohji would definitely have a reaction of some sort, and I'm pretty sure Ken would kill me. I think I understand it now. Yohji is like a brother to Ken or something, and he's not happy with me for hurting him. Which is still no reason to hurt me. It happpens every day. Break-ups, I mean.
I lost my orange sweater.
I want my orange sweater. It's like a tangible reminder of everything in that life. It represents everything I could have had.
Well, I do have a few other vestiges of that life. Such as a suede vest and leather pants.
I think I'll go out tonight. I need something new.
~~~
I sit at the bar, scowling into my mixed drink. In the past hour, I've been approached/hit on by five women and nine men, none of which have been ugly, three of which have been amazingly attractive *and* not smashed, a real bonus, and none of which have struck my fancy. I think I'm picky. Then again, I might just have a thing for blonde hair and green eyes.
::Hello, Abyssinian.::
The voice whispers seductively into my head. A feeling rockets through me, unbearable pain followed by delicate touches to my mind which not only ease the pain but are also somewhat pleasurable in a warm, familiar sort of way. How often has Schuldich slipped into my mind without my knowing it, that he can do this to me?
::Often enough to make you purr in your sleep, kitten.::
I look up, still scowling, trying to spot the German. It doesn't take long - his orange hair is easy enough to see. He's leaning against the wall, smirking at me in the way I've seen Yohji do often enough to know that he's on the prowl. He'd better not even be thinking about it. Not me. I'm not some plaything for him to break.
::Of course not, kitten. Why break you when it's much more fun if you like it, too?::
I start. For all intents and purposes, he's sincere. Hmm... sex with Schuldich... I've never considered it before. Why would I? He *is* an enemy, and a prick besides.
::I'm not, I promise. You just have to get to know me.::
He fills my mind with images of us, and what we could be doing now. I shudder. Is he crazy?
::What, have you got something better?::
No, but I did. I feel him riffling through my mind like a book, looking for something specific. He finds what he's looking for, because the feeling stops.
::You mean this?::
He shoves my own memories into my mind, and for a moment I see and feel phantom things. I feel Yohji in me, touching me, kissing me; I see his emerald eyes staring into mine as he gives me ecstasy. Yes, I mean this. There is nothing he could do to me that would be better than this.
::Want to bet? I think I could.::
I don't love Schuldich. Shuldich doesn't love me. There is absolutely no way I will let Schuldich do that to me.
::Kitten, there's nothing better than uncomplicated sex. That's all I want from you. Sex, no strings attached. Tomorrow, we can go back to killing each other, but you've gotten entirely to pretty to ignore.::
I am not pretty. I am a male. Males do not have beauty.
::Oh? You think Balinese isn't beautiful?::
Yohji is liquid sex. He's perfect. He's beyond beautiful.
::Funny, that's what he thinks about you.::
I didn't know that.
::But back to the subject. Will you sleep with me?::
Do I have a choice?
::Not really.::
Then no.
:I'll take that as a yes.::
Suddenly he's at my side, and he grabs a hold of my bare arm. I grab my jacket - I have a knife in it - before he jerks me to the door. I try to get at it, but Schuldich grabs the knife before I can.
::You may as well agree, kitten. I will have you tonight, but I'd prefer you live through it.::
I don't want Schuldich. I'd kill him if I could.
::If you think it hard enough, you might.::
He shoves me into a car, presumably his, and I am trapped with him.
~~~
Pickles: *looks triumphantly at Aya as she finishes duct taping him to his chair* That's why you don't try and hurt the fanfic author.
Aya: What are you going to do with me now?
Pickles: Oh, I don't know. I could put you in Farfie's room to play... but I like you without too many scars. I think I'll give you to Omi.
Aya: *gasps* No, not Omi! He looks like he's twelve! I'd feel like I was committing statutory rape!
Pickles: That's the idea.
Aya: Hey, your readers are listening.
Pickles: Huh? Oh, it must be SECOND warning time, so nobody can tell me they didn't read the first one.
WARNINGS:: Schu does BAD THINGS to Aya in this scene. Painful things. Things I felt damned dear suicidal about writing.
Aya: Then why'd you do it?
Pickles: It's for the story line. See, you're not the only one that suffers over it...
Aya: Just don't make me watch, okay?
Schuldich: I can't believe you have me doing this. I'm sick, and I'm a bastard, but I'm NOT sadistic, I like being uke-
Aya: O.O
Pickles: Shut up. That's a different story line altogether, and I haven't written it yet. As one of my NOT main characters, I'm sending you away. *points magic non-gel pen at Schuldich* Begone, supporting character!
Schuldich: I'm melting... melting... *disappears*
Pickles: *picks through Schu's clothes* hey, there's no underwear here!
Aya: You call what he does to me a supporting charachter?
Pickles: Shut up. I'm going back to the story now. And if you don't keep your comments down I have a piece of duct tape that would fit perfectly over your mouth.
Aya: o.O
Pickles: That's what I thought.
~~~
"I'll give you one more chance, kitten," he whispers into my ear. "Don't make me kill you."
I turn my head aside from his. No matter how much I don't want this, how much of a disgrace it will be, Aya-chan needs me. I have to live for Aya- chan. I fought this, and all I have to show for it is a dislocated shoulder, a black eye, and various bruises. "All right," I assent reluctantly.
He's immediately on me. He rips my vest off, one of the buttons flying. I can't track where it goes. My pants are given the same treatment, thrown aside like so much trash. His own clothing, already loosened, comes off much easier. I don't want this. I don't.
"I hate you," I whisper to him.
"I know," he says roughly. "That's half the fun."
He shoves against me. He is hard, but I'm not even close. He kisses me, bruisingly hard, and I submit - even though he tastes of bad beer, even though I hate him. He moves down to my neck, and bites. Hard. I can feel my blood begin to trickle off my throat and onto the dirty sheets - Schuldich has taken me to some cheap motel - but I say nothing as he laps at my blood. This isn't fair, this isn't right, this isn't the way it's supposed to be - and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel so powerless.
At that, Schuldich looks up at me, bloodstained lips grinning crazily. "You are, kitten." He licks at my neck one last time, and then plunders my mouth again, tasting of my own coppery blood. I gag at the taste. "That's what makes you so sexy."
Gods, I wish Yohji were here. He wouldn't let Schuldich do this to me. Yohji told me once that rape was the worst crime ever committed, and he'd killed several bastards who'd done it.
Schuldich grunts as he busies himself with finding sensitive places on my body to hurt. "Balinese is a silly kitten. He should try it sometime. It's fun."
"Yohji would never even think about it," I tell him. I wish I had a blade so I could make him take it back. "He's not like you. You're a sick person."
His hands grip my shoulders tightly. He slams me down against the mattress. "Don't you even fucking say that. You have no idea what I go through every day."
"I know you don't go through this."
Schuldich ignores my voice. He punches me in the gut, and I decide it is wise to be silent. He shoves my legs apart and thrusts two dry fingers into me.
...this is agony it burns I feel like I'm on fire things are being rearranged his fingers burn this is torture it hurts oh stop it stop it stop I don't want this Yohji wouldn't do this to me I need him to stop it burn leave me alone he's hurting me don't let him do this stop...
And he does.
I open pain-hazy, tear-filled eyes to look at Schuldich. Schuldich is looking down at me, an interested expression on his face. "Your thoughts are sweet," he says to me. He brings his hand up - his three middle fingers are covered in blood - and licks at it absently. "Like sugar."
I say nothing. I know better.
He looks down at me. "Well?"
My voice cracks as I answer him. "Well what?"
"Well, what do you think?"
"You already know." I turn to look at the wall. "I don't want this. I don't want you. You're not him."
I feel his open palm slap against my face. "Shut up."
I'm right, though. It's not him. Yohji would never have hurt me like this. I never realized how good he was to me. Even if he didn't love me, he would never hurt me.
Schuldich wrenches my legs apart again, and shoves into me, dry.
...and I'm screaming this is so much worse than last time I've never felt pain like this before it hurts so much stop it leave me alone kill me I can't stand this there's no way I'll live through this I want to die please leave me alone it hurts it hurts I can feel it tearing I'm screaming it burns don't do this stop you're hurting me stop stop stop I think I'm going to die it burns oh gods it hurts I'm screaming go away let me die stop hurting me I don't want this it burns I feel like I'm tearing apart stop I can't scream anymore it hurts that bad leave alone don't do this...
...what's happening something hot in me and it already burns can't I just die...
~~~
Pickles: O.O
Aya: O.O
Reappeared Schuldich: O.O
Yohji: O.O
Ken: O.O
Aya: I can't believe you had him do that to me.
Schuldich: I can't believe you had me do that.
Yohji: Why did you do that to my Aya?
Ken: Why did you do that to MY Aya?
Pickles: SHUT UP!!!! *glares at cartoon characters* As to Aya, I can't believe it either. I'm sorry, hon, I really am. I love you like a son--
Aya: Somehow I don't think you do.
Pickles: Schu... what are you doing back here? *gets out magic non-gel pen*
Schuldich: I get the idea. I'll go without the help. Or the meling, for that matter. *walks out the door*
Yohji: *stares after Schuldich* why did you let him go? We had plans to -
Pickles: That's the other storyline I haven't written yet. I told you guys about talking about that. And as to you and Ken's question...
Aya: Let me guess. It's for the storyline.
Pickles: How'd you know?
Aya: *rolls eyes*
Pickles: And Ken... did you mention Aya being yours?
Ken: Umm...
Pickles: THAT'S THE OTHER STORYLINE DAMNIT!!!!!!!!!! Quit making allusions to it. If you keep it up, it might NEVER get written.
Ken: Okay, okay! So long as I get some SOMETIME.... *grumbles*
Pickles: What was that?
Ken: I SAID YOU NEVER LET ME GET SOME!!!!!
Pickles: O.O
Aya: Come let me out of my duct tape, and I'll help you out there.
Pickles: *faints*
~~~
I come to my senses reluctantly some time later. The room smells of blood and sex. Schuldich, still in me, is asleep. I endured this for Aya-chan? I'm sorry, but even she's not worth this. If it happens again, I'll fight it until I die. Death is preferable to this. I know my insides have been torn apart.
I shove Schuldich off and out of me, whimpering as he pulls out of my abused body. I look down at myself. The bed is soaked in my blood, as are my legs. A sickly mixture of blood and Schuldich's seed trickles out of me.
I can't stand this. I heave as I become violently ill, my vomit mixing with everything else on the sheets. Purging isn't helping me any, though, and so I stop. I sit up...
... and the pain is unbearable. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out. My throat is raw already from screaming, though if it was words or just screaming I have no idea.
Still biting my lip, I stand up. The blood trickles down my legs as I limp about, collecting my clothes. I ease the pants on, though tears fall involuntarily from my eyes as I snap them shut. They still mold to my body, and it hurts excruciatingly. I shrug on the jacket gingerly, trying my best not to move too much. I leave the vest on the floor and head out into the hall. I hope Schuldich drowns in my blood.
I've lost enough of it.
~~~TBC
Aya: Can I really get sick? I can't believe you did this to me.
Pickles: No. Not unless it will get me more reviews.
Speaking of which... I've noticed you aren't giving me so many reviews lately. Am I no longer worthy of reviews? Is my story getting worse? I NEED REVIEWS, PEOPLE!!!!!!! I LIVE OFF OF REVIEWS!!!!!! THEY MAKE MY DAY FOR WEEKS!!!!!!!!!
I think you get the idea. Just three sentences. Please? Is that so much to ask? If you use the hunt and peck method I'll only make you write one. Please?
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