Disclaimer No, sadly, I do not own the FFX characters or storyline. I just kind of.... fill in the blanks. (oh and I do own this story!)

A/N: Ok, we have an extremely touchy subject in this chapter. I know you're all going to like, hate me seeing as I kinda made Seymour seem like not such a bad guy in the last chapter... and now he does this. WARNING: chapter contains rape!!!!!! If you are not comfortable with this subject, please do not read it. This is for mature readers only and this is why this story had to be rated R. (Oh and please remember, Seymour is under the influence of alcohol.) And we are back to Yuna POV again. If you feel you can handle it, please R&R! This is my first piece of writing dealing with this subject and I would like to how I did or what I could improve on! Thanks again!

(Oh yes, by the way, an obi is the material on Yuna's kimono thing that keeps her skirt and shirt together)

So much has happened, I thought in despair, since we left Besaid.

As I grimly surveyed my surroundings, a sigh, deep in emotion, escaped my lips. Never, in all my wildest dreams, had I pictured myself in such a horrible state. Here I sat, in a simmering, hopeless, dismal, tent. My hands were connected by long meal chains to a large cement block about the size of the many treasure chests we've encountered but much heavier and impossible to move. Believe me, I've tried. I've got my sore arms as proof. Even if I could move, with soldiers constantly guarding the only exit, there wouldn't be much I could do. Not to mention I'm always hungry, I haven't bathed in who knows how long, and I haven't a clue why Seymour even bothers to keep me locked up.

Although I swore not to show it, I couldn't help it, my spirits were breaking. I hung my head, closed my eyes, and tried to remember growing up on the shores of Besaid, before I was forced to deal with all of this. How I longed to return to the time when my biggest worry was whether or not Chappu would dunk me again in the ocean. Or if Wakka would hurt himself attempting yet another foolish blitz ball stunt.

My head snapped up as I remembered my guardians. They must be out there trying to find me right? They might even be on their way to save me this very minute! I could imagine them storming the camp, swords wielded and moogles in place. I would find Tidus and we would be reunited and I'd confess my undying love for him at long last and we'd live happily ever after... until we got to Zanarkand.

I hardly noticed as my vision began to blur with warm tears. No, even if they all were alright, how in Spira would they know where to look? I might never see them again. None but Rikku even know this island exists. "Great", I thought to myself,"Now I'm really sobbing!"

I pulled my knees in close and lowered my head to rest on them, shoulders shaking with each sob. All I wanted was Tidus. I wanted his strong arms around me to tell me everything was alright. His strong gaze would hold me steady and give me the confidence that I seemed to be lacking and renew my strength. I selfishly wanted him to kiss away my tears and murmur words of encouragement. I wanted, and yet, also did not want this. If I gave him my love, it would bind our hearts together as one, which is my sole desire. But when I died, it would rip my heart from his, leaving him to spend his days in anguish and grief and I would be the cause of all his unhappiness. I could not bring myself to leave such a fatal wound in his heart that I know time could never heal.

Just as I feared my heart would break in two and I'd never stop my endless sobbing, a morbid sound made me instantly halt my tears as a horrible prickling sensation crawled upon my skin. Like a million small bugs all over me. That unmistakable sound was none other than the harsh laugh of Seymour. Such fear that laugh instilled in me was more that I could hold. In spite of the heat, I shuddered in fear of what was to come.

I gathered my strength and will as I heard his approaching footsteps. Why must he visit me in the dead of night? As if pretending to care about his plan of attack on the Home all day wasn't enough. I have not known the feeling of true guilt until this. Rikku's gonna kill me when I tell her it was my fault that knowledge of the Home leaked out. "I'll never forgive myself", I thought in disgust. I imagined Rikku's distraught reaction to her only Home being mercilessly destroyed, and a familiar stomach ache settled over me. I let out a moan dripping of sorrow and regret.

"Whatever may be the matter my beautiful summoner?" came Seymour's voice, oozing of false reassurance and hope.

I gasped, partly out of surprise and partly out of shame. I had not let him see any insecurity I'd kept inside so he wouldn't think he had power over me. I looked away, I didn't feel I could meet his eyes.

Unfortunately, he just leaned in closer, his face barely an inch from mine. "Yuna, you know you can tell me anything... I'll listen very carefully. You know I want you to open up to me so badly my gorgeous wife-to-be." At this, he gave yet another sinister laugh. I could hardly breathe... his breath smelled horrible due to massive amounts of alcohol.

I yanked my head away so I could breathe without being intoxicated by the smell of his breath. "You're drunk!" I informed him harshly.

He only chuckled, as if I'd told the world's funniest joke. "You know," he began, "you're really kinda cute when you're angry."

I could NOT believe what I was hearing. My eyes flashed and before I knew what I was doing, I raised my hand, and slapped him as hard as I could (with the chains on my wrist anyway) across the cheek.

Seymour looked as if he felt no physical pain, but, as he returned his face to that uncomfortable place so close to my own, he pretended that he actually cared about my feelings... yeah right.

"I can't believe it, my own wife hates me... everyone hates me." He stated in false remorse. "Oh, let me prove my love to you, my beautiful summoner. We should get to know each other a bit more before the wedding." (Here came another spine tingling laugh.)

I was about to respond in yet another insult (when did I become so severe?), when Seymour pulled me forward and into a hard embrace. I had never been more repulsed by anything in my entire life. I knew I'd rather be anywhere else but here. As a natural reflex, I instantly brought my arms up and tried to push his shoulders away from me, but the he only laughed and shoved his mouth against mine in a rough kiss. I finally succeeded in pushing the bastard off of me, and turned to the side and spit. As I turned back, I noticed him watching me with a bemused look on his face. That look, mixed with the fact that I knew he was totally boozed up, stuck such fear in my heart, that every other emotion paled in comparison. It was then I realized just what Seymour could, and most likely would, do. I began to sweat like crazy and my heart beat was faster than Wakka could throw a blitz ball.

I began to look, helplessly, around the small tent. I don't know what I thought I would find, but I knew I couldn't stare at Seymour. "Yuna, the guards are on their break, far away from this tent." he whispered.

"No...." I muttered, a frightened look came over me.

Before I could stop him, Seymour grabbed my wrists and pushed my arms behind me, knocking me on my back. I screamed, but it did no good.

Seymour quickly took advantage of my open mouth by shoving his tongue practically down my throat in a rough french kiss. All in one fluid motion, he undid the bow keeping my obi together.

I still couldn't believe this was happening. I was gagging and crying. I couldn't even scream again without choking on Seymour's tongue.

Before I could react, his tongue was gone, but his hand was pushing on my cheek forcing me to turn my face sideways into the sand. With his other hand, he pulled off my skirt. I heard him moan in anticipation. I, on the other hand, whimpered in fear.

"I can't let him do this to me without a fight", I thought... although my resolve was fleeting. As his fingers began pulling at my panties, I knew I had to act now.

As fast as I could, I brought my right leg in, and forced it outwards, successfully making contact with Seymour's chest. I wasn't very strong, but it was enough to force him to let go of the headlock he had me in and fall off me.

Big. Mistake.

"You'll pay for that..." Seymour growled. His eyes pierced my own with a threatening look. He slowly approached me, a sinister grin presiding on his merciless face. He grabbed me by the ankles and pulled my legs roughly out in front of me from where I was sitting, causing me to slide onto my back, sand scraping any bare skin it could. He straddled my middle and began to pull off the white fabric covering my bra.

Not that he stopped there of course.

My black bra was off in no time... revealing to Seymour what no man (except my father) had ever seen.

Upon reflex, my arms drew across my naked chest in a last desperate attempt to hide myself. Seymour only laughed. "Stop... please...?" I begged as the tears streamed down my cheeks. I was doomed... and I knew it. Never in my whole life had I felt so helpless.

Seymour grabbed my wrists and forced my arms into the sand away from my body. The moan that escaped his lips was enough to send me into hysterics. He swiftly leaned in and began to suck on my right nipple.

I couldn't hold it in, I screamed in terror, and sobbed in shame. At this point, my mind went numb. I couldn't think, I could hardly feel, and I tried to pretend I was somewhere else, that this wasn't happening. I could almost see my eyes glazing over. I barely remember trying to lift my arms or move my legs. Seymour got quickly annoyed with holding my arms down, so he wrapped my chains around the cement block tightly so I couldn't move my arms unless I stood up, which (with Seymour sitting on top of me) was basically impossible.

Once freed of the task of holding down my arms, his hands were free to remove my panties. He continued to suck my areola as he slipped them down my legs, pausing only to let out a deep moan.

Automatically, my legs rose up to hide myself and/or kick Seymour again after he'd momentarily gotten off of my middle. However, Seymour was ready this time. He threw his legs over mine while simultaneously biting down on my areola... piercing through such a tender area.

I instantly arched my back and screamed in antagonizing pain, my legs fell limp. I felt a few drops of blood trickle down my ribs and the salty taste of my own tears slide into my open, sobbing, mouth. My eyes' squeezed shut and I wished I could just pass out and awaken when this was all over.

"Now you know what will happen, should you refuse me again.", Seymour threatened as he moved down below my waist. As if daring me to try it again. He stood up to remove his own clothing, watching my every move.

He had nothing to worry about. I curled into a ball, shaking with each sob. I felt broken... mentally and physically. Stripped of my dignity and soon to be my virginity. I was in immense pain, not to mention I felt worthless and more unloved than ever before. Oh yeah, and did I mention scared out of my mind?

His rough hands rolled me back over so I was flat on my back, and the look on his face... it was too much to take. I squeezed my eyes shut and I silently shook with each sob, pain still throbbing in my chest. I felt his finger tips at the corner of my eye lids, pulling them open. I fought to keep them closed, as sort of a shield against what was happening to me.

Suddenly, I felt him at my entrance, and literally shook with fear. I whimpered involuntarily, trying not to imagine all the pain I was about to endure.

"Seymour... please...", I begged, "I've never, I mean..." but my pleas were all in vain.

One quick thrust was all it took. One quick thrust was all he had to do to make my eyes open wide with tears and my mouth to jerk open in a pain-filled scream. The tears were continuing to stream down my face and my gasps of pain mixed with sobbing filled the room.

Seymour, on the other hand, moaned deep in his throat and continued to thrust repeatedly making me cry out in pain at his every move. I couldn't endure this for much longer. I felt like I was about to rip in half and all my nerves felt as though they were on fire. After each thrust, I wasn't sure I'd make it past the next. And he just went faster and faster. I was barely aware I was screaming by the end and I couldn't think of anything else but the pain searing through my body and the shame that filled my conscience.

Finally, just as I thought I'd the pain would take over every last part of me and I wouldn't be able to go on, he reached his peak at long last, filling my sore woman-hood with his disgusting seed. At that point, I didn't even care. I just wanted this all to end. I couldn't take it... I couldn't form a clear thought. All I could think about was the torturous pain all over.

The last thing I saw was his sneering face as my world began to fade out. I was losing consciousness, and it was the biggest relief to just let myself go.

Well... I hope your not all adding my name to your hit lists as you read this. I also apologize for the immensely long wait in updating. I'm sorry to report that slow chapter creation is a sin I'm guilty of. Thanks for baring with me. And don't worry... I'm not ending the story like this. (Tidus will make an appearance eventually... I promise!) Well... I guess that's all I've got to say. 'Till next time then.

Embobo

Sorry, I lied. Haha. I'm adding one quick little note thing. I'm decided to respond to those wonderful people out there who review my little story. So... here goes nothing!

These are for the people who reviewed chapters 2 and 3.

Chapter 2

Unknown Yuna: Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad you're so into the story!

maha: I know what you mean... I was frustrated with that soldier even while I was writing that chapter!

Yumekage: I'm glad you like the way I portray Yuna in this story. She's such an awesome character!

Saiyan-Legacy 102: Thanks for the review! I tried to figure out how to double space it... but I'm afraid I'm just not talented enough in the ways of computers. LoL I tried to add more space this time around between the paragraphs. Thanks for the tip though!

JesiLee: Thanks! I'm glad you think the story fits with the original plot!

"anyone": Yeah... I feel bad now that I made you all feel bad for Seymour and then... this. But I thought it was necessary for you all to see how I thought Seymour's twisted mind worked. I'm glad you liked it though!

Demonslayer: Glad you think it's interesting! I try my best!

Chapter 3

Minty12: Thanks for the review! Sorry my updating process is so damn slow!

Myles: Pleeeeaaassseee forgive me! I know you weren't fond of the direction the story was going. I'm not ending it here though so I hope you'll continue reading!