Sakura paced in her room, freaked. She was afraid… no, terrified, that something had happened to him… she was absolutely terrified. Her brother had promised, he'd sworn on his honor to meet her about what to do about her father, meet her with the others from her old team. That had been at noon today, and he hadn't. She'd waited three hours for him to show up. He hadn't. They hadn't. He hadn't contacted her in her thoughts, either, with their freaky twin thing. Something was wrong. She sighed, slamming a fist into a wall. Damn it, where had they gone? Were they hurt? What was going on?
A sudden burst of pain through her head made her gasp. What the hell… her brother. Her twin! A punishment. Her father! Her twin was in trouble, had disobeyed somehow… was being punished severely. No, he hadn't done anything, she knew he hadn't, why was he being punished? Where were the others? Why didn't they help him? Another slice of agony sliced across her side, and she fell to her knees, then to the floor. Suddenly, she knew. He had tried to meet her, and had been caught. She was a traitor, and fraternizing with traitors could get a person killed. But this wasn't just a person. This was her father's son. This was her brother! Her brother… her brother…
Sakura…
T- She bit her tongue as pain slammed into her body. His mind suddenly severed itself from hers, tried to shield her from the pain, and she couldn't find it again. But it didn't matter, or rather, it just made things worse. She was alone with her agony. She could still feel her brother's pain, there bond was so strong. And this was definitely a punishment. Needles stabbed behind her eyes, and glass scraped over the nerves at the nape of her neck, where a small scar throbbed with every beat of her heart. The chip… he was using that goddamn neuro-chip… she screamed as another wave washed through her. Punishment was all she would receive for now. Her father was furious.
Red eyes glittered with malice, rage, and sadistic amusement as the blue eyed boy tried to stand, tried to stagger to his feet, only to be slugged hard in the face by the owner of those eyes. He would teach this pathetic boy the meaning of pain, the meaning of obedience. A fist, clad in leather and steel, slammed into the teenager's stomach hard, and the man felt three ribs snap under the strain. The twin of the traitor fell to the ground, gasping. He spat blood onto the ground, coughed. "How does it feel? How does this feel, my son?" The man slammed a foot down on the boy's stomach, and he nearly blacked out. A soft whimper escaped his lips. "What was that? I didn't hear you!" To emphasize his point, he kicked Sakura's brother with a steel toed boot. "Say, 'I'm sorry, sir. I'll never speak to my whore of a twin sister again.' Say it, be a man and say it. 'My sister is a traitorous, cheap whore for the Blade Breakers, and I hate her.' Say it, damn you!"
"NO!" The boy tried to stand once more.
"What did you say to me?" She'd corrupted him long ago, he realized, ruined the boys' programming, making them… humane. He should never have let a woman into this program, never! Damn the fact that he'd promised their mother… their mother… he hated the twins. They had killed Karri, murdering her as she had given them life… a fine turn to deal their own mother! He hadn't wanted children, but she had been so happy… he definitely didn't want children now, he wanted twin machines, Beyblading machines who would defeat all others, who felt no qualms about cheating, torturing, raping, killing… but the girl. Sakura.
Sakura! She had to go and fall in love! She had to go join a team that wasn't her own! She would be punished. He knew every wound he inflicted on her brother, she would feel. That was the beauty of their twin connection, he thought. If she'd never done this, he wouldn't be hurting the boy. He knew his son knew that, but the boy didn't blame his twin. That infuriated their father even more. Damn their love for one another! Sakura… Sakura. But she'd gone and stolen a human heart, that beat and felt and broke as a human's did. But Sakura was not human, nor was she humane. Kai would soon see that. Sakura would pay.
"Your pain is her pain, and I relish in it." Picking up a lead cane, he raised it above the boy, who stared with wide eyes, his pain and terror escaping only as an involuntary whimper, and the boy's father brought it down with all his might. The boy screamed. In another place, Sakura screamed as well. She thought her lungs would burst, that her voice would shatter as she screamed for what seemed an eternity. She felt every bow, every breaking, shattering bone, everything…. Blood pooled on the floor in another place, and the youth had ceased to fight against him, had ceased screaming and trying to get away, for several minutes before the man stopped. "Alexander, take him to the infirmary. He is to be a practice tomorrow morning."
"Yes, sir." The older man turned, breathing heavily, as the com button on his computer beeped.
The older man paced in his study. This wasn't good. This was bad, very bad. His play thing had left him, and fallen for, of all people… that whelp! The spawn of his… no, she wasn't his anymore, she'd gone and married that baseborn scum. But, his toy… she had fallen for the bastard! The spawn of Kaido's whore! This was too much. What an insult! She should be grateful for what he himself had given her, a chance- three chances- at the Olympics, seven at the Juniors, a home, and a man… ah, and he was a man. She knew that. She may have forgotten, but she would know it soon enough. She would suffer. He slammed his fist on the com button.
"Sir?"
"Stop the punishment, now. I want the girl."
"I have stopped, sir, but-"
"Listen here. You work for me. You do what I say. You get what I want. And I want that girl! I need the girl." The two men smiled at each other. "Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
An hour later, he smiled as the door to his bedroom opened. A blue eyed girl stared up at him through thick, black lashes. She wore a pale blue nightgown, baring pale, bruised shoulders. Delicious, creamy skin. The bruises from her last punishments only made her more desirable. He thought the mass of black on her cheeks, the eyes that shimmered with tears of pain, the lips swollen with bruising, were very beautiful. She walked to him slowly, flinched as he caressed her cheek. She whimpered as his hands encircled her waist. His fingers bit into her soft skin, and he knew he was hurting her. That was very good.
"Good evening, Sakura." Deep in her soul, a moan of ultimate despair began welling up. She saw the evidence of his arousal, and she trembled as he gazed on her with lust, hatred. He didn't love her, and she knew it. He was simply in the mood for a fuck. With her.
"G-good evening, my lord." She murmured politely. Leave me alone, God, don't let him touch me, just let it be over, please, leave me alone… She bit back a sob. She would not cry in front of him.
"Dear Sakura… let's play a few games, shall we?" Memories pushed into her mind, all of her past encounters with the lecherous nobleman. She snapped, lost all good sense. All she could think of was running. The girl pulled away from him, crying, "No! I don't want to!" He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him, shook her hard. "No, I won't!" Well, that goes to show what happens when a man goes easy on a whore. She begins to think she owns the man. His grip tightened, and she whimpered in pain. He grabbed her wrists, felt her bones crack under the pressure. She began to struggle again as the pressure increased. He released one wrist and cuffed her so hard she saw stars. Her knees buckled, and she fell. He simply grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up again.
"Be glad you do this for me, and not for any other." He shook her again.
"Like who?" You bastard, I hate you, let go of me, you fucking bastard, let me go, let me go, don't touch me! Let me go! I hate you!
"Like your father." She looked away, blinking back tears. She had no father. "Like Boris. You remember how much that hurt. Don't you?" She nodded mutely, unable to meet his eyes. "How his fingers would bite into your skin, how his teeth would bite so hard, just there," he licked her earlobe, where Kai had licked it only a few hours ago, "and it would hurt. He wasn't as nice as I am. He didn't love you. I love you. Now, be a good little girl and play a few games with me." She sat next to him, looking away at the floor. He lifted her chin and kissed her gently. She didn't respond to him at all. "Sakura." He chided gently. "Don't be standoffish. Be a good girl, now."
Tears ran down her cheeks as, when he kissed her again, his tongue invaded her mouth. She broke away from him, struggling against his hold. "What's wrong, Sakura? Too wrapped up in kissing that boy?" Sakura gasped and stared at him. He knew about Kai? What would he do to the one she was beginning to feel for? Would he tell her father? What would he do to Kai? For that matter, what would he do to her?
"Listen to me, my dear, and listen very well. Your body belongs to me and your father, though mostly to me. Do you understand? I can do with you what I wish. Do you think someone will listen to a child like you accuse a baron, a wealthy and powerful man, of rape? Pedophilic behavior? Not that you're a child anymore, Sakura. I never wanted a child. I wanted a woman. Just like you." She trembled as he pulled her closer to him, smiling down at her. She was so beautiful, the perfect girl… Kai's little, whey-faced bitch, she was, but she belonged to him as well. "You are a beautiful young woman, my dear." She tried to speak, to ask a question she asked him every night.
"Why me?" He smiled and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him, the lust and hatred in his eyes as he whispered, "Ever since I saw you, those seven years ago, I wanted you. You made my blood run so hot, Sakura. You still do. You are your father's gift to me, a way to keep me satisfied when his plans are subject to setbacks. And it is a nice way to stay satisfied, isn't it, my dear?" He jerked her head to the side and licked her cheek, then went down to the side of her neck, where her pulse beat eratically, fearfully, under her cool, delectable skin. "Isn't it, Sakura? Just you and me… and the bed…" Her nightgown slipped down an inch as his mouth traveled lower. She didn't move. She knew better. "The feel of you, my dear…" If only it had been someone else whispering these things to her, someone like Kai…. "The taste of you, the ecstasy…" She whimpered in disgust. "You're mouth is so soft… your kisses so sweet…" I wouldn't kiss you if you were the last person on earth, don't touch me!
"Mmmm… you're so soft, little one…" His mouth fell to her breast, suckling hard, biting, making her whimper in pain. Her gown slipped down farther, farther, fell in a pool of silk at her feet. His hands slid from her shoulders down her stomach to her hips as his mouth traveled downward, slowly, ever so disgustingly slow. "What do you taste like, Sakura? Let me find out… You want me to, don't you?" She opened her mouth to retort, to annoy him, to declare her hatred, to deny his words, but he clapped a hand to it, silencing her. "Be a good girl, and try not to scream. Because this is really going to hurt." His teeth gleamed in the darkness in a predator's smile.
She tried, but her silent wail of anguish was still heard by the only one who could save her. His mind resounded with her mental screams, her prayers for it to be over. He tried to rise, but collapsed as his broken bones and torn muscles refused to obey. Tears leaked from two pairs of identical blue eyes, and he whispered, "Sakura." Her screams were all he heard.
