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Eep! I just realized how long I didn't work on this story ... the first chapter is still signed with my old name ... .

Warning!!!! The rating for this chapter might be a little higher than the rest of the chapters ... not _too_ explicit but please read with caution!!!
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Haruka groaned, her head was throbbing madly and her jaw felt like it was about to fall off. She tried moving her arms, and upon looking around she was chained to an old four poster bed. The room was dark, with a hint of moonlight shining through. The air was disgusting, it was stale yet had a putrid stench, similiar to that of an abandoned factory. Just then there was a snap at the door and the lights were turned on, filling the room with an eerie orange light. Good morning, Haruka.

That voice was all too familiar to her, You bastard!! What the hell are you doing out of prison!?!?

Lucky me I had some connections down there, they got me an early parole. Hasako replied, smirking. All I have to do call in three times a day on this phone and meet up with them once a week, justice is amazing these days. Haruka was shocked at these words, that son of a bitch was already out on parole?!? He sighed to himself contently and continued, And after spending two years there, I've come to a perfect conclusion. If I can't kill you, The blonde turned away, knowing what he was about to say. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, then I might as well get some pleasure out of you.

She recoiled under this, and could feel the bed sinks lightly as he sat on it. You are a true son of a bitch, when I get out of here I'll make sure you pay for everything!!!

He laughed and brushed some of her hair aside, stroking it back. _When_ you get out of here, I'll be long gone. He put his other hand up her shirt and barely touched one of her breasts when she headbutted him making Hasako stumble backwards. he shouted holding his nose tightly. There was still a long purple scar that ran over it from the last time both her and Michiru broke it, it must've still been a little sensitive. He stormed back to her and grabbed her blonde hair raising her head, before swinging his arm back and making contact with his fist on her face.

she screamed, rolling her head to the side. She felt like her face was about to explode in pain. What the hell is wrong with you?!?! Did your mother drop you on your head multiple times?! Or did you just get rejected by every known female on the face of this planet?! Got any friends left you bastard!?

Shut up shut up SHUT UP! He screamed back, taking his tie off and gagging her with it. I'm going to get my 2 years of misery relieved, misery caused by you! He ran his fingers from the side off her cheeks onto her collar bone, running his other hand back up her shirt again. Haruka closed her eyes and looked away, not wanting to look in his eyes. She could faintly hear his belt clinging as he pulled it off and threw it on the floor, and the rustling of his pants as he removed them hastily. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, she could feel his hot breath splashing over her face every few seconds. Haruka screamed to herself, vowing for revenge. ~I'll kill you ... I'll kill you myself you fucking asshole~