Disclaimer: Baz's Moulin Rouge!. Rape Me written by Kurt Cobain.

Dedicated to Petal La-Belle-En-Cuisse.

My favorite inside source

I'll kiss your open sores

Appreciate your concern

You'll always stink and burn

With her scarlet fingernail, she traced patterns in his back, and twisted her hips, pushed her petals against his spine. Her dew was tempting, and it asked of release. She saw him writhe below her, catching his azure with her honey. His fingers ran down her stomach, and farther, until he roughly entered with vigor. "You torment me…" she said, in bliss. Ivory teeth and red lips yearning for something; a lust, a wanting. Jewels and francs were already scattered on the floor, invisible whilst he slipped into the wing'd gate.

"Do you want this?" He questioned, his eyes somewhat hesitant. "Yes …" She was wrapped in a blanket of euphoria, a thrill, and she did not listen to his words. "Do you want to play?" He asked in every thrust, every buck of his hips, tainted with a smile. He kissed her, the ruby colour smudging around the corners of her mouth. Each motion moved faster, deeper, a wild love that coursed through her veins until pain ripped through her. "Stop." She whispered as silver linings fell into her. "Leave now, monsieur. You've gotten what you wanted, didn't you?" Her eyes anxious, a nervous smile playing on her lips. His own were filled with spite. "Coquette, darling-- I am never satisfied."

Thrown violently to the timber floor, she tried to dart away. His grip then embedded into her skin, though, and she felt rope slip around her torso. He bound her arms near the curve of her back, and set her against a wall—a figure of ice. It was as though his gaze left a follow of wintry air, but it was just his breath upon the narrow of her clavicle." Do you fancy this?" he said cold-heartedly, and she shook her head hastily. Satin slipped over her eyes, and wrapped over her elfin mouth. Either way, muffled screams could not be heard over the fake crests of the other girls, the pounding of loose headboards.

"So accountable." he sighed, sliding silver on her chest, crimson following. She could feel him kiss her where the blood left a trace, a sensation that left shivers on her sickle skin.

"Come on, what's the affair? Charming whore doesn't want to play?" At this he leaned closer, and she felt his rancid breath upon her ear. "This is my sport, ma cherie. set the pieces on the board." He bit her neck, fingers digging into her shoulders. He licked her collarbone, grasping her breasts with selfish hands. When his shadow disappeared, she listened for his footsteps. The sound of metal pierced his silence, and she struggled. he mordantly brushed the knife against her cheek. He tore the gag from her silky lips. "Speak, dear damsel. amuse." Her cheeks were flushed with cackling kohl tears, a naked body trembling in a trepidation she had never imagined.

"Why?" she simply asked, and a chuckle broke from his chapped lips. he pretended to gash her throat. He pushed his naked body against hers, and pierced her once again. Each time he pushed, she was shoved against the wall, where bruises on her back would soon show. This time, there was no passion, no love, only a hoodwink and a price.

"You incline to know why? You stole my consort from me, you filthy girl. You took my baby doll." Polkadot's eyes wandered over the floor, heart pounding in her chest. She'd stolen his porcelain right out of his arms, brought her to the Underworld when she had resided in Heaven. "And now, I am kindly returning your benevolence." He kissed her hand, entwined it in his own. "Time to sing a lullaby." Silence stilled the room when he uttered this, and she released a loud, chinaware scream. Fire danced and mingled within him, and all she could see was silver and rouge to her eyes.

"Darling, you were screaming in your sleep. Bad dream?"