Disclaimer: I do not own FFVIII or anything related.
Chapter content: Violence and rape.
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Interlude: Unwritten Memoirs ~ Squall ~
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{A.N} I thought I'd set the fic out like this, this was originally the prologue… well look out for part 2, it's in progress at the mo', so hold tight! It'll all be done soon! This is a memory of Squall's… oooh… nasty…
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She gripped her hand round the empty bottle of drink, and as he turned round, she swung it straight into the side of his head. He collapsed to the floor as it smashed upon his tender flesh, the left side of his head gushing out warm oozing blood that slowly ran down his face. She sadistically smirked then sat upon him, with dire intentions.
He was passing in and out of consciousness, and had been briefly paralysed. He could barely make sense of anything…
Suddenly he felt a pair of hands wondering down his chest, removing his top.
Blackness.
Next thing he knew, the hands were fiddling at his belt.
Blackness again.
After he regained consciousness, everything became clear. He couldn't do anything…
She finished stripping him of his clothes and began closely inspecting him, running herself down his naked flesh, taking detailed notice of every little part of him.
He could feel her wander down him; touching him, feeling him, rubbing, licking, tasting him. Doing as she pleased with his body, like some twisted plaything at her disposal.
Against his own will.
He was overcome with a million and one different emotions all at once: Terror, fear, hate, anger, pain, hopelessness, yet a sickening pleasure.
Every contact she made with his body left him feeling dirty and tainted.
But he was helpless. Vulnerable. Just as she had intended.
She began to play about with him, squeezing and nibbling about as she pleased.
All he could do was scream, gasp, moan and continue to let his crystalline tears run down his cheeks. His dirty, tainted cheeks.
Every part of him was tainted, every inch of his flesh left unclean by her selfish lust.
All he wanted was his impending loss of consciousness to hurry up and claim him, so he could be freed from this torture; freed from this violation.
Until then, all he could do was cry.
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