Manifestation

Shiori looked up at him, begging him to let her go. "Sorry little girl, but you asked for it. I've been watching for a while and just started entering your dreams. I'm not going to give up one of my greatest pleasures just because you want me to."

Shiori shuddered at the thought of Zee watching her. "But I liked you, you could have dated me normally," she said.

Zee looked at her pityingly. "But I liked you a long time before you even noticed me. And why bother anyways, this gives me more pleasure," he said.

He finished removing her clothing and stared down at her naked body, shivering in the low light. He stroked a hand down her side and seemed intrigued at every little detail.

Suddenly his face twisted with fury and his hand became rougher and bruised her tender flesh.

Shiori started to scream as he roughly forced himself onto her helpless body. Tears leaked down her cheeks as she desperately tried to escape, but her efforts were futile.

Eventually his rage was spent and he removed himself from her. He stared down at her and eyed the bruises already forming on her skin. "I like this much better, in the dreams your skin didn't do such beautiful things."

He turned and left, leaving her tied in place and turning off the only illumination. He tromped up the stairs and closed the basement door behind him, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Why did this happen to me? Why? I was just trying to be nice. I thought he was a nice person, but really he's some sort of weird thing. And I don't know what he's going to do to me. What did I do to deserve this? Am I such a terrible person? Will anyone even notice that I'm gone or will they just not care?

Shiori cried and cried her thoughts becoming darker with the passing time. Eventually she heard a noise as the basement door opened. She didn't know how much time had passed, it could have been hours or mere minutes, she couldn't tell.

Zee walked down the steps whistling and turned on the light. He stepped over to the table to admire her, eying the bruises which looked even worse than before. He stroked her bruised skin, whispering horrid words of twisted love to her, telling her of what he planned to do with her body.

And then he showed her some of the things he had thought up in their time apart. And though her voice was almost gone from screaming before, she still made horrible broken noises as he violated her again.

Eventually he stopped, sated for the night. He gazed down at his toy and asked if she was hungry. She didn't answer, her voice completely gone. He looked at her and muttered that she would eat, because she needed to. And he brought back food and forced her to eat, though she tried to turn her face away.