Note: Awwww..... I was expecting more reviews from those who reviewed the other chapters! Oh well, at least I got some. Hey, I hope no one stops to read this story! I know most of you are itching for more Queifers, but this is also a Zelphie fic and I'm trying to make Zelphie popular too! Anyway, ENJOY! Please r/r! (even if you're not a Zelphie fan......)
Chapter 14 - Dance, Dance, Dance!
There are so many thoughts in Zell's head right now, whether to console Selphie on the matter or let her have her own privacy until she was well on her way to feeling better. He thought this was going to be a good date, but it turned out even worst than he expected. First, he got Selphie sick by driving too fast, then he gets them lost in the most confusing roads in the world and now.... they too, couldn't find the way back to Ragnarok. He glanced at his watch. The time was too late to knock on someone's door and ask to use the telephone or the bathroom for that matter. Sighing, he sat down on the ground and avoided eye contact with Selphie. He was too ashamed to show how idiotic he's been. His dates were always the worst.
"Geez, Selphie, I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot!" Zell exclaimed, slouching slightly.
Selphie sat down beside him. No cars drove pass them, neither did people walk by. "Zell, don't say that. I mean... we can go to a club or something to spare the rest of the night."
Zell snorted. "You think there'd be a club open at this hour? It's pass midnight."
Selphie looked at him strangely. "This is Esthar, Zell, the city that never sleeps. I mean, people who usually walk these streets are probably at the club right now." She stood up and grabbed his arm, practically yanking him on his feet. Zell was surprised at Selphie's strenght, but he chose not to question. She pulled him with her.
"Selphie... do you know where we're going?" he asked, looking at the back of her head.
The brunette didn't answer.
"Selphie?"
The woman looked over her shoulder and grinned. "I might know a club somewhere here."
"You do? How?" His eyes were full of curiousity.
Selphie shrugged. "I don't know. Irvine told me."
Zell's face fell. The last thing he'd want her to do is mention Irvine's name. Yes, Irvine's his best friend, but Selphie used to go out with him. "You... you went out on a date here?"
Selphie shrugged again. "Yeah..." She glanced over her shoulder and noticed Zell's disappointed look. She frowned. "Zell, Irvine and I are through," she spoke, stopping. She turned around and smiled at him. "Who cares whether Irvine and I went here or not. We're on a date, so we should forget everything that has happened."
Zell nodded. She's right. This is stupid to be worrying about now. What he should be worrying about is the date he's been trying so hard not to ruin. So far, since getting Selphie sick and getting both of them lost, the date was turning out fine. "So... where exactly is this club?"
Selphie didn't look at him, instead, she pulled him with her through the down hill crystal road. "You'll see," she answered.
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Just as she expected, the club stayed the same the last time she was here. Special lights danced around the small area of the club, while darkness surrounded the rest. A band played on the stage, by the name of Power House, the band whom Selphie and Irvine danced to during their first date. 'No... I shouldn't think about that,' she thought. She was on a date with Zell, so why should she think of Irvine?
Zell examined the club. There was a bar to the left when they entered, all packed with men and women talking with the bar man and just sitting and thinking about life. Two stairs, slightly to the left, led to the tables and chairs making a semi-circle around the dance floor and where couples can sit and chat and watch the people dance. The dance floor, Zell noticed, was packed with people jumping to the beat, as if they were on a rock concert, while different coloured lights danced over top of their heads. Linked to the dance floor was a large platform where the band played. Two men in guitar, a woman in drums and a woman being the lead singer make them a perfect combination, an equal for both men and women to those who think that men always get the spotlight. Zell jumped at Selphie's squeek of excitment. Glancing towards her, he gave her a curious look, before she led him, practically running with him to the dance floor.
Men and women they passed by stared at them as they joined in with the other couples dancing to the music. Selphie placed Zell's hands on her hips, while she wrapped her arms around neck. She began to grind against him, Zell's face turning a dark, crimson red. He's never danced like this before. Well, he's never danced at all.
"Um... Selphie?" He cleared his throat, before continuing to talk. "I don't know how to dance."
Selphie looked at him and smiled. "That's okay. I'll lead, you follow." She began to sway her hips, looking once and awhile towards Zell to see if he was following. Zell was staring at his feet the whole time, trying to make the moves right. Selphie giggled, shaking her head. "No, Zell, look at me."
Zell gulped and obeyed, prying his eyes off his feet and towards Selphie's emerald eyes.
"Much better," Selphie whispered. "All you have to do is move with the beat."
Zell looked at her in confusion. "Move with the beat?"
"Yeah. Think about martial arts."
"Martial arts.... Hm...." He removed his arms from Selphie and grinned at her. "Like this?" To her surprise, Zell began to punch the air, his feet actually moving, but off beat. His feet, stomping and grinding slightly from the music, attracted people's attention, as they turned and watched the blond man with the spikey hair. Zell didn't know what he was doing, but he was enjoying it. Selphie giggled, enjoying the entertainment.
Zell began to break dance. What was possessing him? Even he didn't know the answer to the question. He was just dancing for no apparent reason.
Selphie watched in astonishment at his talent. He may not know how to move with the beat, but he knew how to break dance... off beat. She was amazed, practically impressed. Men and women began to gather around him, smiling and clapping with him as he danced. There was one move that worried Selphie. Zell quickly twirled upside down on the floor, his hands curved slightly in front of him as he turned quick, his head planted firmly on the ground. Yet, when she noticed him getting up and having a good time, Selphie breathed a sigh of relief.
By then, women began to gather around him. They blocked Selphie's way, forcing her to leave the dance floor and watch from afar. Beautiful women smiled and winked at Zell as he moved. He enjoyed the attention. Selphie sighed and smiled to herself, knowing Zell was having so much fun and seated herself on the bar. She ordered a non-alcoholic beverage, since she was still underaged to drink any real alcohol. She kept watch as Zell began to dance with all the other women on the dance floor. He was having a good time, which was good. At that moment, Zell reminded Selphie of Irvine. But, she had nothing to worry about. Zell was an honest man.
When the bar tender handed her the non-alcoholic pina colada, with a straw, Selphie took a sip at the drink, while watching Zell. More women gathered around him, grinding with him. The men were kicked out of the dance floor, unwilling to dance with the break dancing blond, unless he was someone interested in men and sat at the side lines, watching the winner of the game.
Selphie laughed at that thought.
"What's a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?" Selphie heard someone say beside her. She rolled her eyes. 'Gee, I wonder where I heard that line before?' she thought. Glancing to her right, she noticed a dark haired man, fairly handsome man, wearing a dark blue turtle-necked sweater and black pants. He had the nicest colour of blue-grey eyes and the widest of smiles, even wider than Irvine's.
"I have a date," she simply answered.
"Oh, you mean that man over there on the dance floor dancing with all the women?" he asked, glancing at Zell.
Selphie frowned. "Yeah that's him. He's just having a good time."
The man leaned closer towards her. "Why isn't he having a good time with you? You seem to be less important to him."
The man's words stung her. "Of course I'm important to him. He cares for me."
"Then, what are you doing here while he's out there if he cares for you?"
Selphie didn't know how to answer that.
"Tell you what. I'll wait here and if he doesn't come back to you in five minutes, you go out on a date with me. Deal?"
Selphie couldn't help but smile. This man was persistent, but somewhat funny. "I don't know. What if he does come back?" She looked at him in a mocking smile.
The man shrugged. "Simple. You and him finish your date and I can go home and eat bon bons while watching television and think about the woman whom I met tonight."
Selphie laughed. "Well, maybe, maybe not."
"So, is that a deal then?"
Selphie just smiled.
The man looked at her and smiled as well. "You know, that guy is a jerk for leaving someone alone with a beautiful smile like yours." He held out his hand. "By the way, the name's Stallion Rath."
Selphie shook his hand. He was a sweet guy. "Hi, I'm Selphie Tilmitt. It's wonderful to meet you, Stallion, but he is my date so I have to keep my word on it."
"Oh really?" Stallion arched an eyebrow. He glanced at Zell. "He's keeping his word all right."
Selphie glanced at Stallion. "I know he is. He's just... having a good time, that's all."
Stallion nodded and turned to his drink, never taking another glance at Selphie. "Uh-huh," he spoke, before taking a sip of his beer.
Selphie took one look at him, before turning his attention on Zell. 'I'm sure he'll come back in five minutes. Stallion was nice, but it didn't give him the right to judge Zell like that.'
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Five minutes pass.....
Selphie sighed, resting her head on her upward palm. Already five minutes and Zell was still dancing, non-stop. Her drink was losing its taste and she had no idea how long she can wait. She knew now that Zell had forgotten about her. Maybe he never liked her in the first place. Maybe it was just a friendly thing.
"So," a voice spoke beside her, the same voice she heard before, which startled her. "Is he here yet?"
Selphie was getting annoyed with the man. She glanced at him and frowned. She didn't answer, indicating that Zell was still there, dancing with one woman this time.
Stallion grinned. "Well? How about that date?"
Selphie glanced swiftly at Zell, her mouth still having that frown on her face. "Do you pick up women from the bar all the time?"
Stallion shrugged. "No. I only pick up the most beautiful women from the bar. How about it? We had a deal."
"I'm not a woman who you can make a deal out of," Selphie answered. She heard a click beside her and felt a sharp end pointing to her side. Selphie didn't move, instead she looked straight ahead and gulped the fear out of her mind.
"Well, now you just have to be, babe," he whispered so close to her ear. Selphie felt like he was kissing her erotically from the tip of her ears to her most vulnerable part... her neck. "A deal is a deal and no one backs out on this deal."
Selphie was about to object, when he playfully shoved the knife closer to her ribs. She wanted to scream for help towards Zell, but he was too far away. No one can hear from all the loud music.
"How about you do what I say so I won't have to kill you? If you don't, I will be forced to kill you and after you're dead, I will be forced to go after your boyfriend and kill him too." Stallion raised the knife higher, away from the view of the people around them, towards her beck, near her spine. "It would be a shame to hurt someone as fragile as you."
"What do you want?" Selphie whispered back. "Do you want money? I don't have the money, but I can give you the money back in Balamb and-" she gasped, as Stallion threatened to cut her by jabbing the knife gently at her spine.
"I don't want no money!" Stallion whispered loudly. "I just want a damn date... is that so much to ask?"
"N-no... not at all," Selphie answered.
"Good... now, be a good girl and wave to your boyfriend."
Selphie did as she was told. With a shaky hand, she waved to the blond man on the dance floor. She felt large, strong hands taking her small ones and pulling out backwards out of her chair and into the back door. Selphie struggled to get away, while his knife was kept away from her, but it was to no avail. Stallion's grip on her was far too strong than she can muster. Stallion lead her out the back door and into a dark alley, where mostly rats lived. They passed a large garbage can as they stepped quickly out of the club, where garbage, loads of food that were half eaten or barely eaten at all, rotted into a green mustardy colour. Some landed on the ground and some hung loosely at the egde of the black, rectangular can. They passed smaller garbage cans and skinless cats eating the bones of a fish carcass on the ground. Selphie smelled the fowl smell of the sewers as they passed a manhole. Stallion pulled her to a corner, to where un-made boxes were piled up on the floor to make a large mountain. Selphie glanced quickly to the door that lead to the club. It was some metres away and she was ready to run.
Before she could decide, however, Stallion pulled her in front of him and pushed her roughly on the cardboard boxes. She laid, emotionless, fear striking her beating heart, making her feel insecure about what was going on so far. She looked helplessly at Stallion, hoping he would let her go, but he did not. Selphie struggled at his grip, but, once again, it did not work. Stallion jumped on top of her and grinned.
"Please no!" Selphie's eyes widened in fear. She opened her mouth to scream, but Stallion already had her mouth clamping shut by his free hand, while the other held tightly around both her wrists. She kicked and screamed, but Stallion had her pinned down on the ground and he was too heavy for her to push him off.
Tear soaked Selphie's skin. No words were spoken.
Stallion grunted, grinning at once while he zipped open his pants and lifted up her yellow skirt. More tears soaked Selphie's eyes. Her fear jumped at her skin, like a disease.
She lifted up her leg, so her knees made contact with Stallion, to hit him where it hurts, but Stallion caught sight of that and grabbed her leg, putting it around himself.
Selphie was too tired to struggle anymore. Stallion went inside her, the pain seething like boiling water in her body. She was afraid. Too afraid. She felt Stallion kiss her neck, the vulnerable spot and Selphie flinched.
"Don't worry, I'll make it all feel better," he whispered in her ear. He went inside her again, grunting at every motion. Selphie did not fight back anymore, letting her do as he pleases. She was fighting inside her mind. Fighting the emotions that rummaged through her brain. She wanted him to stop.
"Please.... stop...." She closed her eyes and attempted to push him off, yet, it was useless.
Stallion smiled. "I'll stop the pain... don't worry," he hummed.
Selphie forced to keep her eyes open, however, the fatigue in her body was enabling her to keep her eyes open. She was too tired. Much too tired to fight back. She might as well give in. Zell was nowhere to be seen.
'Zell.. where are you? I need you...' she thought in her mind.
GoodGurl: Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking... you're thinking... how could you do this to her? How could Zell leave her there under Stallion's grasp? And, I thought this was going to be a funny Zelphie... well, to tell you the truth, I'm not that good in comedy... I am.. sort of... but I didn't make anyone laugh, so I decided to make Zelphie serious now. Well, I hope you enjoy it... well, not literally.... Selphie is being raped.... but... um.... well, just review, all right? Please???????????? K, thanx! ;)
Chapter 14 - Dance, Dance, Dance!
There are so many thoughts in Zell's head right now, whether to console Selphie on the matter or let her have her own privacy until she was well on her way to feeling better. He thought this was going to be a good date, but it turned out even worst than he expected. First, he got Selphie sick by driving too fast, then he gets them lost in the most confusing roads in the world and now.... they too, couldn't find the way back to Ragnarok. He glanced at his watch. The time was too late to knock on someone's door and ask to use the telephone or the bathroom for that matter. Sighing, he sat down on the ground and avoided eye contact with Selphie. He was too ashamed to show how idiotic he's been. His dates were always the worst.
"Geez, Selphie, I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot!" Zell exclaimed, slouching slightly.
Selphie sat down beside him. No cars drove pass them, neither did people walk by. "Zell, don't say that. I mean... we can go to a club or something to spare the rest of the night."
Zell snorted. "You think there'd be a club open at this hour? It's pass midnight."
Selphie looked at him strangely. "This is Esthar, Zell, the city that never sleeps. I mean, people who usually walk these streets are probably at the club right now." She stood up and grabbed his arm, practically yanking him on his feet. Zell was surprised at Selphie's strenght, but he chose not to question. She pulled him with her.
"Selphie... do you know where we're going?" he asked, looking at the back of her head.
The brunette didn't answer.
"Selphie?"
The woman looked over her shoulder and grinned. "I might know a club somewhere here."
"You do? How?" His eyes were full of curiousity.
Selphie shrugged. "I don't know. Irvine told me."
Zell's face fell. The last thing he'd want her to do is mention Irvine's name. Yes, Irvine's his best friend, but Selphie used to go out with him. "You... you went out on a date here?"
Selphie shrugged again. "Yeah..." She glanced over her shoulder and noticed Zell's disappointed look. She frowned. "Zell, Irvine and I are through," she spoke, stopping. She turned around and smiled at him. "Who cares whether Irvine and I went here or not. We're on a date, so we should forget everything that has happened."
Zell nodded. She's right. This is stupid to be worrying about now. What he should be worrying about is the date he's been trying so hard not to ruin. So far, since getting Selphie sick and getting both of them lost, the date was turning out fine. "So... where exactly is this club?"
Selphie didn't look at him, instead, she pulled him with her through the down hill crystal road. "You'll see," she answered.
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Just as she expected, the club stayed the same the last time she was here. Special lights danced around the small area of the club, while darkness surrounded the rest. A band played on the stage, by the name of Power House, the band whom Selphie and Irvine danced to during their first date. 'No... I shouldn't think about that,' she thought. She was on a date with Zell, so why should she think of Irvine?
Zell examined the club. There was a bar to the left when they entered, all packed with men and women talking with the bar man and just sitting and thinking about life. Two stairs, slightly to the left, led to the tables and chairs making a semi-circle around the dance floor and where couples can sit and chat and watch the people dance. The dance floor, Zell noticed, was packed with people jumping to the beat, as if they were on a rock concert, while different coloured lights danced over top of their heads. Linked to the dance floor was a large platform where the band played. Two men in guitar, a woman in drums and a woman being the lead singer make them a perfect combination, an equal for both men and women to those who think that men always get the spotlight. Zell jumped at Selphie's squeek of excitment. Glancing towards her, he gave her a curious look, before she led him, practically running with him to the dance floor.
Men and women they passed by stared at them as they joined in with the other couples dancing to the music. Selphie placed Zell's hands on her hips, while she wrapped her arms around neck. She began to grind against him, Zell's face turning a dark, crimson red. He's never danced like this before. Well, he's never danced at all.
"Um... Selphie?" He cleared his throat, before continuing to talk. "I don't know how to dance."
Selphie looked at him and smiled. "That's okay. I'll lead, you follow." She began to sway her hips, looking once and awhile towards Zell to see if he was following. Zell was staring at his feet the whole time, trying to make the moves right. Selphie giggled, shaking her head. "No, Zell, look at me."
Zell gulped and obeyed, prying his eyes off his feet and towards Selphie's emerald eyes.
"Much better," Selphie whispered. "All you have to do is move with the beat."
Zell looked at her in confusion. "Move with the beat?"
"Yeah. Think about martial arts."
"Martial arts.... Hm...." He removed his arms from Selphie and grinned at her. "Like this?" To her surprise, Zell began to punch the air, his feet actually moving, but off beat. His feet, stomping and grinding slightly from the music, attracted people's attention, as they turned and watched the blond man with the spikey hair. Zell didn't know what he was doing, but he was enjoying it. Selphie giggled, enjoying the entertainment.
Zell began to break dance. What was possessing him? Even he didn't know the answer to the question. He was just dancing for no apparent reason.
Selphie watched in astonishment at his talent. He may not know how to move with the beat, but he knew how to break dance... off beat. She was amazed, practically impressed. Men and women began to gather around him, smiling and clapping with him as he danced. There was one move that worried Selphie. Zell quickly twirled upside down on the floor, his hands curved slightly in front of him as he turned quick, his head planted firmly on the ground. Yet, when she noticed him getting up and having a good time, Selphie breathed a sigh of relief.
By then, women began to gather around him. They blocked Selphie's way, forcing her to leave the dance floor and watch from afar. Beautiful women smiled and winked at Zell as he moved. He enjoyed the attention. Selphie sighed and smiled to herself, knowing Zell was having so much fun and seated herself on the bar. She ordered a non-alcoholic beverage, since she was still underaged to drink any real alcohol. She kept watch as Zell began to dance with all the other women on the dance floor. He was having a good time, which was good. At that moment, Zell reminded Selphie of Irvine. But, she had nothing to worry about. Zell was an honest man.
When the bar tender handed her the non-alcoholic pina colada, with a straw, Selphie took a sip at the drink, while watching Zell. More women gathered around him, grinding with him. The men were kicked out of the dance floor, unwilling to dance with the break dancing blond, unless he was someone interested in men and sat at the side lines, watching the winner of the game.
Selphie laughed at that thought.
"What's a beautiful woman like you doing in a place like this?" Selphie heard someone say beside her. She rolled her eyes. 'Gee, I wonder where I heard that line before?' she thought. Glancing to her right, she noticed a dark haired man, fairly handsome man, wearing a dark blue turtle-necked sweater and black pants. He had the nicest colour of blue-grey eyes and the widest of smiles, even wider than Irvine's.
"I have a date," she simply answered.
"Oh, you mean that man over there on the dance floor dancing with all the women?" he asked, glancing at Zell.
Selphie frowned. "Yeah that's him. He's just having a good time."
The man leaned closer towards her. "Why isn't he having a good time with you? You seem to be less important to him."
The man's words stung her. "Of course I'm important to him. He cares for me."
"Then, what are you doing here while he's out there if he cares for you?"
Selphie didn't know how to answer that.
"Tell you what. I'll wait here and if he doesn't come back to you in five minutes, you go out on a date with me. Deal?"
Selphie couldn't help but smile. This man was persistent, but somewhat funny. "I don't know. What if he does come back?" She looked at him in a mocking smile.
The man shrugged. "Simple. You and him finish your date and I can go home and eat bon bons while watching television and think about the woman whom I met tonight."
Selphie laughed. "Well, maybe, maybe not."
"So, is that a deal then?"
Selphie just smiled.
The man looked at her and smiled as well. "You know, that guy is a jerk for leaving someone alone with a beautiful smile like yours." He held out his hand. "By the way, the name's Stallion Rath."
Selphie shook his hand. He was a sweet guy. "Hi, I'm Selphie Tilmitt. It's wonderful to meet you, Stallion, but he is my date so I have to keep my word on it."
"Oh really?" Stallion arched an eyebrow. He glanced at Zell. "He's keeping his word all right."
Selphie glanced at Stallion. "I know he is. He's just... having a good time, that's all."
Stallion nodded and turned to his drink, never taking another glance at Selphie. "Uh-huh," he spoke, before taking a sip of his beer.
Selphie took one look at him, before turning his attention on Zell. 'I'm sure he'll come back in five minutes. Stallion was nice, but it didn't give him the right to judge Zell like that.'
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Five minutes pass.....
Selphie sighed, resting her head on her upward palm. Already five minutes and Zell was still dancing, non-stop. Her drink was losing its taste and she had no idea how long she can wait. She knew now that Zell had forgotten about her. Maybe he never liked her in the first place. Maybe it was just a friendly thing.
"So," a voice spoke beside her, the same voice she heard before, which startled her. "Is he here yet?"
Selphie was getting annoyed with the man. She glanced at him and frowned. She didn't answer, indicating that Zell was still there, dancing with one woman this time.
Stallion grinned. "Well? How about that date?"
Selphie glanced swiftly at Zell, her mouth still having that frown on her face. "Do you pick up women from the bar all the time?"
Stallion shrugged. "No. I only pick up the most beautiful women from the bar. How about it? We had a deal."
"I'm not a woman who you can make a deal out of," Selphie answered. She heard a click beside her and felt a sharp end pointing to her side. Selphie didn't move, instead she looked straight ahead and gulped the fear out of her mind.
"Well, now you just have to be, babe," he whispered so close to her ear. Selphie felt like he was kissing her erotically from the tip of her ears to her most vulnerable part... her neck. "A deal is a deal and no one backs out on this deal."
Selphie was about to object, when he playfully shoved the knife closer to her ribs. She wanted to scream for help towards Zell, but he was too far away. No one can hear from all the loud music.
"How about you do what I say so I won't have to kill you? If you don't, I will be forced to kill you and after you're dead, I will be forced to go after your boyfriend and kill him too." Stallion raised the knife higher, away from the view of the people around them, towards her beck, near her spine. "It would be a shame to hurt someone as fragile as you."
"What do you want?" Selphie whispered back. "Do you want money? I don't have the money, but I can give you the money back in Balamb and-" she gasped, as Stallion threatened to cut her by jabbing the knife gently at her spine.
"I don't want no money!" Stallion whispered loudly. "I just want a damn date... is that so much to ask?"
"N-no... not at all," Selphie answered.
"Good... now, be a good girl and wave to your boyfriend."
Selphie did as she was told. With a shaky hand, she waved to the blond man on the dance floor. She felt large, strong hands taking her small ones and pulling out backwards out of her chair and into the back door. Selphie struggled to get away, while his knife was kept away from her, but it was to no avail. Stallion's grip on her was far too strong than she can muster. Stallion lead her out the back door and into a dark alley, where mostly rats lived. They passed a large garbage can as they stepped quickly out of the club, where garbage, loads of food that were half eaten or barely eaten at all, rotted into a green mustardy colour. Some landed on the ground and some hung loosely at the egde of the black, rectangular can. They passed smaller garbage cans and skinless cats eating the bones of a fish carcass on the ground. Selphie smelled the fowl smell of the sewers as they passed a manhole. Stallion pulled her to a corner, to where un-made boxes were piled up on the floor to make a large mountain. Selphie glanced quickly to the door that lead to the club. It was some metres away and she was ready to run.
Before she could decide, however, Stallion pulled her in front of him and pushed her roughly on the cardboard boxes. She laid, emotionless, fear striking her beating heart, making her feel insecure about what was going on so far. She looked helplessly at Stallion, hoping he would let her go, but he did not. Selphie struggled at his grip, but, once again, it did not work. Stallion jumped on top of her and grinned.
"Please no!" Selphie's eyes widened in fear. She opened her mouth to scream, but Stallion already had her mouth clamping shut by his free hand, while the other held tightly around both her wrists. She kicked and screamed, but Stallion had her pinned down on the ground and he was too heavy for her to push him off.
Tear soaked Selphie's skin. No words were spoken.
Stallion grunted, grinning at once while he zipped open his pants and lifted up her yellow skirt. More tears soaked Selphie's eyes. Her fear jumped at her skin, like a disease.
She lifted up her leg, so her knees made contact with Stallion, to hit him where it hurts, but Stallion caught sight of that and grabbed her leg, putting it around himself.
Selphie was too tired to struggle anymore. Stallion went inside her, the pain seething like boiling water in her body. She was afraid. Too afraid. She felt Stallion kiss her neck, the vulnerable spot and Selphie flinched.
"Don't worry, I'll make it all feel better," he whispered in her ear. He went inside her again, grunting at every motion. Selphie did not fight back anymore, letting her do as he pleases. She was fighting inside her mind. Fighting the emotions that rummaged through her brain. She wanted him to stop.
"Please.... stop...." She closed her eyes and attempted to push him off, yet, it was useless.
Stallion smiled. "I'll stop the pain... don't worry," he hummed.
Selphie forced to keep her eyes open, however, the fatigue in her body was enabling her to keep her eyes open. She was too tired. Much too tired to fight back. She might as well give in. Zell was nowhere to be seen.
'Zell.. where are you? I need you...' she thought in her mind.
GoodGurl: Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking... you're thinking... how could you do this to her? How could Zell leave her there under Stallion's grasp? And, I thought this was going to be a funny Zelphie... well, to tell you the truth, I'm not that good in comedy... I am.. sort of... but I didn't make anyone laugh, so I decided to make Zelphie serious now. Well, I hope you enjoy it... well, not literally.... Selphie is being raped.... but... um.... well, just review, all right? Please???????????? K, thanx! ;)