Reviews: Too many to reply to, I know everyone is probably getting sick of me putting my review replies on the beginning of every chapter. I know, bad. Thank-yous to everyone for the ego-stroking, no matter how perverted that sounds. Meheh. You are all so very nice to me, and make me feel warm and fuzzy. So for you all, here's some sex. You know you want it.
Warning: Sex! Love it! And…er, possibly some bad language? Which I expect you've noticed by now on your own, but I'm just making sure. Who'd believe I'm a polite English girl? Meheh.
Poor Twisted Me 7
I eat my pizza with Mokuba and Ryou, since Seto was apparently really disturbed by finding out the full extent of my madness. Well ok, that was nowhere near the full extent of it, but he knows it's not just something I do to scare children now. He vanished off into his office to think, or work, or jack off – whatever it is he does up there. I don't care, it means I get extra slices of pizza and mine has pineapple.
My hand hurts, but I'm refusing to care. Ryou saw it and asked me what happened, so I told him I cut myself making dinner. It's not technically a lie, so I'm still going to heaven. Or…whatever. I feel weird. I didn't really want to talk, so I holed myself up in my corner with my share of the pizza and let Mokuba and Ryou forget I was in the room. They're having some quiet conversation about taking a weekend break to somewhere, I don't really know because I'm not paying attention. Instead I'm sitting here chewing my pizza blankly, trying not to think and failing.
Seto kissed me. Asshole. At least, I think he kissed me. My memory is all over the place and I had a knife through my hand at the time, so my mind might just be playing tricks on me. Why would he do all that shit to me and then kiss me? I think it had something to do with him seeing me have one of my special little moments, and stake my hand to the chopping board. It really shook him up, which was fucking funny. I don't understand why though, he's been pushing me towards this ever since I came here. Kissing me is just another way to push me closer to the edge, he wants to see me let myself fall apart completely. So why did he look so worried when I put that knife through my hand? Is he having guilt or something? I fucking hate feelings. Especially the ones he has. I'm really confused, and it's definitely not helping my state of mind. My light is so wrapped up in Mokuba that he hasn't even noticed any of this. I should be upset about that but I'm not, I'm glad he isn't seeing me like this again. The less involved he is the less likely I am to hurt him, and hurting Ryou is the last thing I want. After all, that's the only reason I haven't killed Seto yet. Isn't it?
I don't know. I'm starting to lose my ability to give a shit.
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Ryou and Mokuba eventually go to bed but I can't make myself move, so I just sit here in my corner and stare blankly at the dark television. I want there to be something violent on, but it's turned off. I've stopped thinking now because I've gone through everything over and over, and come to the conclusion that I don't care and he's just fucking with me. I don't even want to know what's going on, it's going to be some shit about feelings, I just know it. I don't want feelings, I want to go out and burn something.
The main light for the room dims suddenly and I look up to find Seto leaning against the wall by the door, playing with the dimmer switch to get my attention. I stand up and growl, grabbing the television remote from the coffee table near me and hurling it at him as hard as I can. I don't care if I wake Mokuba and Ryou up, fuck them. I don't care. I want violence.
He dodges the remote easily and scowls as it hits the wall, breaking into pieces. I look about for something else to throw, but before I can get my hands on anything he strides forward angrily and shoves me back, pinning me against the bookcase.
"What do you think you're doing?" He demands, leaning over me so there's no way I can escape. I can't help noticing how close together we're pressed, and from the look I'm getting I can't tell if he wants to kill me or fuck me.
"I have no idea. It's becoming a problem," I smirk, expecting him to punch me or something. What he actually does is lean down and kiss me, although he even manages to do that quite violently. My mind goes blank with confusion overload so I just stop thinking again and kiss back, equally as vicious. It's fucking savage, and when he pulls back so we can breathe I'm surprised neither of us is bleeding.
He stares down at me, saying nothing, and I can't quite focus on him but I don't care. After a moment he presses me back and kisses me again, this time letting his lips move down my bruised jaw to my throat. I tip my head back and thread the fingers of my good hand into his hair, groaning. I have no fucking clue what's going on – first he's beating the shit out of me and now we're making out like the world is ending. I don't care, he's grinding me up against the bookcase and sliding one of his hands up my shirt, making my skin prickle with pleasure. I have this noise in my head, like on those hospital dramas where someone's heart stops and that machine makes that high-pitched screeching sound. If I focus on them really hard noises in my head usually go away. I concentrate on the sound in my brain, barely noticing that Seto is practically dragging me up the stairs to his office, but it won't go away. If it had a beat to it like my headaches I wouldn't mind so much, but this is just a boring, flat tone.
"There's a noise in my head," I tell Seto as he manages to get me naked and on his lap, both of us sat on that huge-ass leather chair he has.
"Ignore it." He suggests, kissing my neck again. He's so fucking helpful.
"I can't, it's annoying me." I growl, pretty much letting him do what he wants with me because my body is on autopilot. I'm just glaring inwardly at the noise, which has gone from screeching to buzzing. It sounds like a swarm of fucking hornets; I'd better not have bugs in my head. I saw a show where that happened to some guy, this thing crawled right in his ear and burrowed into his brain. I wish I could make my mind shut up.
Whatever Seto's doing feels really good, I had no idea he did the whole sex thing. Maybe the broken bones were foreplay? Is that normal?
Seto suddenly forces me to look at him, one of his hands at the nape of my neck so I can't turn away. What am I, a fucking doll? I growl at him to show my displeasure, digging my nails into his shoulders. This priest should be grateful I'm even letting him touch me, if the pharaoh were to walk in and see him with me he'd call his guards and we'd both be… Wait…fuck. Not a tomb robber anymore. Right.
"What's wrong with you now?" Seto asks, and I stare right into his eyes as I slam myself down on him, just so he can see what I do with pain. I think he was going to do this properly, or at least not in a way that would cause me huge amounts of agony, but I like to piss him off. It doesn't hurt that much anyway, even dry. I'm too disconnected to really feel it.
"I'm trying to gather all the scattered fragments of my mind together long enough to get laid. What's wrong with you?" I reply to Seto, since he's looking at me like he wants an answer.
"I just find it strange that you don't seem to mind that we're having sex." He says, and I have no idea what he's doing with his hands but if he stops I'm going to hurt him.
"I don't care, you can fuck me as long as you don't turn me over to the…pharaoh…" I trail off, then shake my head. I'm not in the desert. I'm getting worse, but I'm moving against him as he kisses my shoulders and does that thing with his hands, so I don't care.
"Try that one again." He says, biting my neck so that he leaves a mark. He can mark me all he wants, I foresee looking at them in the mirror and having no idea where they came from.
"I don't know what I'm doing, and you're taking advantage of me but I'm not girly enough to care." I smirk, leaning to catch his lips and kiss him again, because it's really the only way to shut him up that actually works. His grip on my hip tightens and I think he's as close as I am. I want to scream, but I get the feeling there's a reason I shouldn't.
"You seem coherent enough." Seto murmurs into my neck, but I don't think even he believes that.
"You seemed like a frigid bastard, apparently looks can be deceiving." I reply, along with a ragged moan because that pissed him off and he has his hands on some very sensitive parts of me. He seems to like the noise I made, because he jerks and bites down hard on my shoulder, growling like a fucking animal or something. I hiss in pain at being bitten, but I forget it pretty fast and throw my head back, shuddering as he brings me over the edge. The scream in me ends up being cut off quickly by his lips over mine, and I remember that I'm supposed to be quiet because there's someone… Someone else, somewhere, that shouldn't hear? I don't know. Ra, that felt good.
Seto snarls and bites my bottom lip as he finishes a moment after me, and what is this guy, a fucking vampire? I sit on his lap dazedly, getting my breath back and wondering what to do now. Not what to do about him, I'm just going to have a shower and ignore him completely. I mean what to do with the rest of my night. I need something to fix me, I don't even remember how I got up here into his office in the first place. He's fucked me up even more than I was before, he really knows what he's doing when it comes to driving people completely off the rails. Then again, he probably does it a lot.
"Are you alright?" He asks, and I wonder why I'm still sitting on his lap. I get up and turn back to him, giving him one of my scarier grins in the dim light.
"No." I pick up my shirt from the floor and put it on, then turn and walk out of his office with a deranged giggle.
I'm going to hurt him.
TBC
Well, that one didn't want to write. I couldn't concentrate because I was singing. Yeah, that really is my excuse. This only has a few chapters left now, either two or three. The ending is all written though, and I still have no idea what's going on.