Chapter 6

Warning: Contains non-graphic rape, this is the chapter you all been waiting for the climax of the story. Also the same problems in spelling and grammar will probably appear again.

-Okay, to answer the question, most of you have been wondering about, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN, ROSEMARY! I at first developed a heavily case of writer's block, then the first day of college started, then first midterms, then the second midterms, after those the final projects, and finally finals. After going though all that stuff, I sat down and started to write. So here it is:

-Also special thanks to Kazumi, Nekosune for reviewing; making me realize this fic should not just die

Key

The 'Voices': --

Speaking: ""

Thinking/

Yohji's POV, it's late at time, Yohji was in his bed, trying to sleep when;

-Get out Yohji, get out-

-Run Yohji, run-

-GET OUT OF HERE NOW, YOHJI! RUN IT'S NOT SAFE!-

/What the fk! Man, the 'voices' really mean business this time, they never screamed this loud before/

I sat up, rubbing my head, when suddenly I realized something…I wasn't alone in the room, someone else was here too. My hand immediately went to the lamp, just as I was about to hit the switch-

"Don't turn on, Kudou."—The voice in the darkness was definitely Aya's, I would recognize it anywhere. But tonight, there was something different about it, usually he was relatively unemotional about giving orders, it's basically just do as I tell you, but this there was something else, someone I was unfortunately familiar with…Lust, Hunger, Hatred.

I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the chill going down my spine that had nothing to do the cool temperature of the night. "So Fujimiya, what brings you here tonight?"

I got the feeling this was definitely not the time for jokes, that this was what the voices had woken me up about. I couldn't help but wish that Ken and Omi were help, but unfortunately they got a sudden call from Manx, about an unexpected mission, and were out for the night. It took all my willpower, not to just up from the bed and make a break for the door, of course it wouldn't do much good, considering that Aya was blocking the door. A small part of me wonder if the window would be just as good, quickly I suppressed those thoughts, Aya was my teammate, my ally, if I couldn't trust Weiss, who could I trust?

"Kudou, are you going to just sit there all night long? For I personally have some ideas of what we could be doing"

/What did Aya just hit on me! Did the Sun start revolving around the Earth, when I wasn't looking! But wait, if all he wants to do is hit on me, while is blocking the door and why doesn't he want me to turn on the lights. Plus it doesn't help that I don't feel any safer, than just a few minutes ago. /

Suddenly the sound of footsteps inching closer and closer to the bed broke my train of thought. They stop just right next to the bed; I realize that Aya was standing right next to me, and the chill down my spine got even worst.

"Kudou, you have been a nasty little whore, it's time to teach you a lesson."

/Wait hold on a minute, no one talks to me like that, I may have been a little reckless in the past, but these pass few weeks I have been very good! I haven't gone out clubbing all month, that son of a bitch is going to pay for that remark/ I ball up my fist, and was about ready to take a swing, when suddenly I felt a strong grip my fist, and in one split second my arm was twisted to my back and held there firmly. I tried to struggle, but all it did was remind me how much time Aya spent on weighs in the gym instead of me. Making a mental note to double up on my weight lifting the next time I went to the gym, I started to curse him out.

All the while his grip held my arm pinned to my back, while my other arm was held down by his foot that he skillfully manage to step on, when I about to use that arm to break his arm lock. I was still cursing at him the whole time, when suddenly I felt a prick on the arm Aya had pinned to my back, oh god…he was injecting me with something…slowly I felt my limbs slowly go limp…my muscles disobeying my commands to move…Shit, I knew something was wrong with Aya, but I chose to ignore my gut feeling that he was going to hurt me, for I believe that as my teammate he would never do such a thing.

He let go of me, and I sunk into the bed. Slowly I felt the blanket being pulled away from me, his rough hands just ripping off my boxers not even trying to hide the fact of what he was going to do to me. Oh god, suddenly I felt him grabbing my arms and hand cuffing them to the bed post, I wanted to scream so badly but the drugs were restricting my ability to do any more action harder than blinking. Aya just climbed onto of me, he held my face in his hand for a second, and I felt if the lights were on, it would be almost romantic love scene, were a guy is glancing lovingly into his lover's eyes…

POW!

Shit, the slap came out of nowhere. It hurt like a bitch. I could already my cheek swerving up.

POW!

This time the blow was to the other cheek, this time I couldn't stop the tears from appearing in my eyes…but at the same time I felt a flicker of hope, maybe he wasn't going to rape me after all, maybe this is all just punishment for the last mission were I screwed up, yeah that's it. The idea this would just be a beating, made me calmer than the idea of what it could be, but suddenly that flicker of hope died when—

"Kudou, I know you can hear, I just gave you a muscle relaxant, your body won't be able to move for the next few hours but you will be able to feel everything. I have been watching you for the past few weeks, you been truly nasty, and I going to teach you a lesson. We are going to have some fun, the way I like it, and believe me when I say l like it rough and bloody. If your good, I will be gentle in the end, but if you displease me in shape or form, you will be punish beyond human means, is that clear?"

Aya got off me a little, and switched on the lamp…suddenly I wish he didn't do that cause the sight that greeted me will be forever haunting me in my nightmares. Oh God, his eyes they looked positively evil, the glint in them promise so much pain and violent I don't think I can take it…he was naked expert for tow spiked bracelets and collar, in his hand he held a giant whip, a cat's nine tails it seems. He got off me…

SWING, SWIPE, SLAP, BANG!

Shit, that first swing must have taken off a good chunk of shit from my belly! I tried to yell, but the drugs were still too strong, all that came out were tiny whimpers. Already my eyes were tearing up.

"Mmm, perhaps I shouldn't have given you that dosage, it would be lovely to hear you pretty screams, oh well. I guess I will be just be rougher so I can see your pretty little tears."

SWING, SWIPE, SLAP, BANG!

Fuck, already my body was feeling as if it was at the end of its rope. Someone please help me, please…anyone…please help me…

-TBC

What do you think? I'm planning on changing ending a little than what I originally said I would do.