Chapter 4: Grappling with Feelings
A/N: So I took a vote on Tumblr and this fic won by a long shot so here we are. I think this chapter is where the story starts to shift into more darker, intimate territory so fair warning.
Walk.
That was all you did over the course of the next three hours. A vast majority of the halls were barren and desolate to the point where some of them appeared never-ending. You used to be on the track team in high school so walking long distances was practically nothing to you. Although you tried not to, you found your thoughts almost always shifting back towards everything back home. Thinking about anything related to home just made you long for it even more. Even the smallest thing could remind you of it and your mood would constantly shift. One minute you were fine then the next you wanted to break out in tears. The cycle was irritating and exhausting. It was hard for you not to become saddened and enraged when you were quite literally snatched from everyone and everything you'd ever known.
Rion continued showing you various parts of the gigantic fortress and your attention remained rapt the entire duration of the tour. After her refusal to help you get back home, you'd gone completely silent under the guise of being interested in the places she brought you. But in reality, you were scouring for a potential escape route. You were in desperate need of a well-thought out escape strategy. And at the moment, it was the best you could come up with.
With the place being as huge as it was, you often prolonged conversation with Rion or purposely lingered in that particular area until you felt as though you could accurately remember it. All the while, the other woman suspected nothing. She hadn't the slightest clue what your intentions entailed. A small part of you felt bad for having to deceive Rion in such a way but it needed to be done. She had to be kept in the dark just like the rest of the strangers in the place.
You couldn't trust anyone - not when your freedom was at stake.
As the excursion progressed further, there were more than a few instances where you passed questionable looking individuals in standard white attire. Some of which briefly regarded you with mild curiosity while others simply paid you no mind and continued on without incident. You knew why they this did this of course and it didn't bother you, in fact, you preferred to be left alone. The less scrutiny the better. Going by how hostile the girl with the pigtails acted towards you, it wasn't hard to determine that they all had their own separate opinions of you.
They had to be present when Aizen made his little announcement regarding you and his nonexistent relationship upon your arrival. The people here seemed to follow and have unwavering loyalty to Aizen that was likely born out of fear or respect. You seriously doubted that they would be willing to assist you in getting home somehow.
Nothing about this entire place you were stuck in felt normal. You knew that when you literally jumped inside a giant portal to get here.
"Why do you have a hole in your hand?"You asked, engaging in mindless conversation with Rion to make the time pass by faster.
She looked at her hand.
"Oh. It's normal for arrancar and hollows alike. We all have them in our own designed places."
"Arran- what?"
"Arrancar." She said simply.
The explanation further confirmed intuition that just about everyone in the strange place were otherworldly beings. From the first night, you noted almost immediately how the atmosphere felt abnormal. You weren't a conspiracy theorist in any sense of the word but you had always believed in the existence of otherworldly beings. Even without certified proof, you knew that there were other universes besides your own out there somewhere. And you'd found all of this out in the worst scenario possible.
"What about him…Aizen? Is he one of those too? Arrancar?"
"Lord Aizen is…"
She seemed to deliberate on what the correct answer was for sometime.
Did she even know what she wanted to say?
"You shouldn't worry about that My Queen. All you should know is that Lord Aizen cares for you very much."
The topic change was concerning, considering that you didn't ask her about how much he cared for you. You asked her what he was exactly. You could only come up with two reasons why she was incapable of providing a true answer. Either the young woman didn't know or she just wasn't allowed to tell you. Regardless of whichever it was, it still was cause for major concern.
For some odd reason that eluded you, your thoughts kept going back to the orange-haired woman that pale man was seen escorting. You knew the look she wore on her face well - as it was one you recognized on yourself when you looked in the mirror. Who's to say she also wasn't taken against her will just as you were. She didn't exactly look like she belonged either. Your gut told you that the assumption wasn't that far off from the truth. Even though you wished for this not to happen at all, you wouldn't be so callous to wish for such a fate to befall another woman.
Looking back you'd done absolutely nothing to end up in a situation like this - nothing except unknowingly catch the attention of a man that was from a whole other world.
The 'tour' went on for another hour or so before you'd become too mentally and emotionally drained to continue on. The never-ending sound of footsteps were starting to aggravate you and were sick and tired of looking at the white décor and interior. Whichever architect built the place, it had to take them decades. It just didn't make sense how massive the fortress was and you know there's still parts you haven't seen yet. As of now, your interest in memorizing the layout had diminished quite quickly and now your feet were beginning to hurt. At this point, you'd prefer to return to the bedroom and plot undisturbed.
One thing you've always known but was becoming bluntly apparent was that your sense of direction was trash. Not only do you not have a sense of direction and you don't see anyone else can possess one in a place like this. Walking through the fortress felt very much like a repeat of the previous night only this time you were accompanied by another person.
Traversing these long, confusing halls you need a good prayer and a GPS system. Mental maps weren't going to cut it.
"Let's just head back to the room now. I've seen enough for today."
"Who built this freaking place?"
"Lord Aizen did."
"You mean he had it built?" You questioned.
"No. I mean he built it himself. Lord Aizen constructed this entire fortress."
Even though she sounded earnest, you still regarded her with a skeptical eye.
Regardless of how you felt about him, you can't deny that he's a knowledgeable man and a structure this massive seemed like an impossible venture outside of conceptualization. To think the man had designed and built the palace triggered a sliver of anxiety in you. The things he may be capable of might be beyond comprehension. You didn't think it was possible or logical to discover a person's true character in a short span of time. You can try and psycho-analyze the man all you wanted but you still wouldn't touch the surface of who he truly is. No amount of mental gymnastics would change that.
"Lord Aizen is capable of extraordinary things."
She spoke about him often, usually in a good context that bordered on praise. For all this charm and sophistication there was something deeper that lay underneath - something he might be deliberately keeping hidden.
Being trapped here for three days already had you on edge and anxious. You were beside yourself with the need to get away from it all.
"Time passes quite differently here." Rion stated.
"What do you mean?"
"Only three days may have passed here but in the world of the living that is the equivalent of ten."
In that moment, it felt like a bucket of cold water had been dashed over your head and you balked in shock. All of the air had knocked from your chest.
Ten days? You'd been gone for ten whole days? Unbelievable. It wasn't true. It couldn't be. After all you'd seen so far it wasn't impossible. Your family had to be losing their minds wondering where you'd gone.
The sincerity in her voice made you think otherwise. The handmaid could be lying but for what reason. Why would she lie about something like that especially when she'd been so open and honest about everything else?
Pausing, you had to reach out to steady yourself against the wall.
The onslaught of a panic attack was imminent, pulling in breaths of air became more difficult. The heart palpitations felt like a strain your body didn't need. Your vision blurred to the point where you had to clench your eyes tight to avoid dizziness from creeping up on you.
Fear and anxiety gripped you worse than it ever had.
The entire situation was crazy - like lifetime movie crazy. You've watched enough of them with your mother to know. Your time confined here was gradually getting worse and as time went on. As upset and troubled as you were, you'd done a fair job of holding it together thus far. But to get hit with a discovery of this magnitude has definitely shaken your resolve.
Rion seemed perturbed by how shocked and distressed the revelation had caused you to become. "Breathe my Queen."
"I told you not to call me that." Was all you could muster at the given moment. You supposed that this was her way of calming you down.
She frowned. "I know that this is a lot for you to take in."
"How do you know? What you consider bad and what I consider bad are two different things."
"Stop. I don't want to hear anymore about how he's a gracious leader. He's a kidnapper and that's he'll ever be to me."
The stunned silence went on for a while before you interrupted it with, "Let's just keep moving."
The sinking feeling in your stomach just won't dissipate.
These doors look different enough to the point where you don't think you recalled seeing them before. They definitely stood out enough to warrant some curiosity.
"Where do these doors lead to?"
"Oh most are not allowed behind these doors…it leads to one of Lord Aizen's throne rooms."
Why wasn't anyone other than him allowed to enter? You wouldn't be surprised to find out that he had one of those complexes. All of the individuals already treat him as if he's some sort of king but a throne room? He seriously needed to come off it. You were not one of his loyal subjects and you would come and go as you pleased if at all just to spite him.
Fuck what he wanted.
Without a shred of regard for the other woman's incessant pleas, you placed both palms on the hard surface and pushed the heavy doors open. Although you weren't expecting the sight that greeted you.
It wasn't a question of were you interrupting something, but rather what were you interrupting?
Aizen's hand was positioned under her chin, his face leaned in particularly close to hers. Had it been any closer their lips would make contact. Whatever the topic was that was being discussed, clearly it was very intimate enough to require close proximity. It went without saying that the scene before you looked incredibly sketchy.
The orange haired woman jumped in surprise but she didn't pull away from the man's grasp. But now she looked as though she wanted to draw in on herself and hide. Sure, you didn't have a clear idea of what was going on but did you really need one? The embarrassed flush on the poor girl's face was evident enough.
An unknown feeling had started to settle in the center of your chest but you were quick to dismiss it as nothing.
He looked the same. Nary a hair out of place from when you last saw him earlier in the day.
Rion, absolutely beside herself with worry, wasted no time dropping into a bowed position. "Please forgive me, my lord. We didn't mean to intrude."
"It's alright. We were just wrapping up our conversation."
He warmly greeted you, extending a hand out towards you.
How polite of him. Though you're not exactly enthused to see him you were somewhat eager to meet the woman you'd seen be led through the halls hours earlier.
He wasn't bothered by the intrusion in the slightest. Composed. That one word seemed to encapsulate his entire existence. Hell, you wouldn't be surprised if he ran on nothing but pure self-assuredness.
You reluctantly moved to take the outstretched hand and his large hand gently encased your smaller one.
"Orihime, I'd like you to meet my lovely Queen."
The girl's voice was low and timid as she said, "It's nice to meet you."
She kept her head lowered as if she were too shy to meet your gaze and you noticed that a variation of sadness marred her features. She seemed nervous because of the way she clasped her hands together and shrunk to make herself appear smaller was of any indication. She was not of this strange world - she wasn't one of them. You weren't sure of it at first but now you were absolutely certain of it.
She looked younger than you initially thought, although the schoolgirl uniform should've been a dead giveaway. All of them were poorly hidden and on display for all to see - fear, apprehension, embarrassment. She wore her emotions on her sleeve and you presume that she didn't really mean to.
Suddenly you felt for this woman more deeply than you felt for anyone since you'd been in this place.
The assumption you'd made earlier had to be true to some degree. She had to be abducted and brought to her just as you were. Everything had a purpose, whether minor or significant. Which begged the question of why she was brought here and what purpose was she expected to serve. You couldn't ask the questions you wanted at this point in time. Not with Aizen present.
"Orihime, Ulquiorra will see you to your room."
Seemingly out of nowhere, the pale man materialized. You saw how she looked at him with so much apprehension. She obviously didn't want to go but what other choice did she have?
Your gaze lingered on her retreating back until the pair disappeared completely out of sight. Thereafter, you were quickly reminded of his presence when his hand placed itself at your lower back.
"Come. It's nearly time for dinner."
Evidently, these 'dinners' were going to become a normal thing between the two of you. Admittedly, you weren't making much of an effort to conversate with Aizen.
Although it was a bit arduous, you maintained a straight face instead of a dower expression all while ignoring the glowering eyes fixed on your person.
The woman named Loly was joined by a new face. The other woman virtually bore the same look of concealed contempt along her features. Frankly, you were bothered by the sheer hatred in her jade eyes. The source of their hatred was aimed squarely at you whenever they believed Aizen had dismissed them entirely from his notice. You only ever had words with the dark haired girl thus far so you weren't able to gauge just how much the sandy haired girl disliked you just yet.
The pair was disquieted as they stood a distance away, awaiting the moment they would be called for assistance. From your understanding, they appeared to be acting as personal attendants or servants, whichever one preferred to call it. The women's anger was like a vice trying to suffocate you for merely existing.
Oddly enough, you were quick to notice how they just about melted when he so much as looked in their direction. From that it was easy to make your conclusion that they were clearly infatuated with him. The explanation made perfect sense of why the one called 'Loly' regarded you with so much hostility over receiving Aizen's attention. Which was strange since you've already gotten the sense that he's the type to not express any care for anyone unless they somehow further his ambitions. After all you've seen, the man governed this place like a kingdom where he's at the top.
Women who often adore men will dislike and do vicious things to others who they think pose a threat. They're the kind of people you learned to steer clear of at all costs. You'd seen it one too many times while in college. Frankly, you've always found any form of adoration of men cringeworthy but there was an allure around Aizen that pulled in others, men and women alike. The women who do anything to please him and it definitely left you wondering why he hadn't simply chosen one of them to be his Queen instead.
For the pair to be present to witness you and him having dinner together in an intimate setting had to leave them burning worse than the fires of hell. Though Aizen was the type to be entertained by this though and it's probably why they were present in the first place.
For that reason alone, the entire setting induced some stress in you.
On your plate was a juicy looking tenderloin and roasted potatoes and parsnips. The smell of it makes your stomach lurch while the sight of it makes your mouth water. In contrast, Aizen's meal consists of tofu, rice, and miso soup. It was simple. Much too simple for someone like him.
You could barely eat with the disturbing knowledge that those knowing brown eyes are watching your every move and that wasn't even the most distressing part. You can't so much as inhale without him making a note of it. Perhaps the man could find something else to do instead of leering at you in view of the other women.
Honestly, you'd rather not have to meet his gaze but you know he wouldn't have any of it. Everything was a power exchange with him. Everything and circumstance had to be under his direct control. He commands your attention without really commanding it. So with no other viable options, you kept your attention focused on your meal.
A glass of wine sits next to your plate of food as the only available beverage for you to wash down your meal with. For some odd reason, you can't help but feel that it being served to you for the second time was deliberate, especially after you already said that you didn't drink.
In college, you had a bad experience with alcohol that caused you to leave the stuff alone for good. One particular instance involved you getting drunk with the encouragement of some friends to the point of blacking out and you waking up to find that you'd been moved to an upstairs bedroom with a man you didn't know standing over you. The intent in his eyes still haunted you to this day and you don't want to think of what would've happened had you not woken up when you did. You didn't go to many house parties after that and you didn't drink either. That coupled with the fact that your tolerance was ridiculously low.
You did know why it was so appealing to people though - it helped people forget and escape from the reality of their lives and undesirable circumstances. As much as you wished you could forget given the current circumstances, you knew it wasn't the right course of action. To get plastered in the presence of a man who kidnapped you under the pretense of love.
"Is there anything else you'd like?"
"I don't drink wine. I'd like a glass of water." You tightly voiced.
Aizen's smiling face doesn't lose its luster. "Of course. Menoly."
Confusion didn't have time to settle into your features. You watched as one of the women jumped at the sound of her name. Apparently, Menoly was the new face you hadn't seen before. You tensed as the sandy haired woman began to approach, her mouth pressed in a straight line. You could practically feel the waves of irritation wafting off of her as she did exactly what was required of her without complaint before bowing and returning to the spot beside her companion.
There was something you wanted to address.
"Um…Aizen." You nervously uttered.
"Please…call me Sosuke."
A lump appeared in your throat at the soft-spoken request.
"Rion told me that it's been ten days since I've been away from home but only three have passed since I've been here. Is that true?"
He took a lengthy sip of his wine before looking at you over the glass. "She told you the truth. Time is but an inconsequential concept here."
You frowned. Although you knew it, hearing the confirmation didn't hurt any less. Instead of showing how disheartened you were by the proclamation, you chose to disguise it by placing your attention back onto the food. You ate without much consideration, it was as if your body simply went into autopilot mode.
"Here…." He lifted a pristine napkin to your face, dapping the corner of your mouth to clean whatever food was seemingly there. "...you have something right here."
You remained suspended in shock as Aizen used the napkin to wipe at the corner of your mouth. From the corner of your eye, you watched the women's expressions harden.
Even now, he was admiring you much like how he did when you were standing in front of the bedroom mirror. You don't know why he would take it upon himself to do such a thing. It was something lovers did. Last time you checked, you and him were nothing of the sort at least by your own account.
The man continued looking longingly into your eyes until you found your wits enough to avert your gaze and pull away.
"Thanks." You mutter tightly.
At the edge of your peripheral, you see the two women shift, obviously bothered at what's taking place before them.
"Have you enjoyed the tour of the palace?" He asked, his voice carrying its usual refinement.
"It was okay. I didn't get to see all of it."
Palace felt like a complicated word to use - to you it was less of a palace and more of a complex prison than anything else.
"But can you imagine it? A fortress so vast that one could get lost in a matter of minutes if they don't have an idea of where they're headed."
Yes…you could imagine it.
"If somehow lost. A person who is unfamiliar with the layout and pathways could never hope to escape. It's comparable to a mouse in a complex maze of sorts only there's no plausible exit at the end." He calmly explained.
Dread churned in the pit of your stomach in distressing fashion. The way in which he spoke was eerie to the point where you couldn't ignore it.
Did he know that you were planning to find an escape route?
Surely not. He wasn't a psychic at least not to your knowledge. You have to remember that you don't know the man from a can of paint. Part of the issue was that you didn't know what he knew and that made for a significant problem.
Deep down you knew it wouldn't go unnoticed - your calculated risk for your freedom.
Extraordinary man he might be no one was that intelligent to be able to read a person in such a manner. To instantly gauge and know the intentions of everyone around them. Even as someone who presented themselves as a suave 'know-it-all', you still had trouble believing that the man could easily read you like that. The concept was more frightening than you were willing to admit.
Still you had to consider the upsetting possibility that he did in fact know what you were up to. This could very well be his bid of trampling any hope of escape that you held onto. Was that analogy about mazes and mice his way of subtly letting you know that you weren't going anywhere? If that were the case then you had to act accordingly.
You would not be deterred - you would keep trying no matter what he said or did.
After some time, you found that your glass of water was empty once again and you quietly voiced the fact. All it took was a simple glance at the women and Aizen's silent order was fulfilled.
Surprisingly, the raven haired woman known as Loly immediately offered her assistance.
Water pitcher in hand, she graciously came forward, seemingly with the intent to pour you a drink. Though her smile didn't exactly convey a sliver of buoyancy nor did convey a genuine desire to help despite her thoughts.
A portion of the water spilled right into your lap. The cold liquid immediately sent a chill over your skin.
Immediately you're affronted at the women's actions, a muscle in your jaw twitching with the effort it took not to go off on the spot. Your hands clenched and unclenched themselves underneath the table. Nothing about what she'd just done was an accident and you were sure of it.
"Loly, could you endeavor to be more careful next time?"
"My apologies Lord Aizen. It was an honest mistake and it won't happen again."
Right away, you took note of how she didn't direct her apology to you but only to him. Only he mattered in this situation. You bit the inside of your jaw to keep from lashing out. These people - that's what they expected you to do. That's what they wanted you to do. You wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing you upset.
"Menoly, Loly, you're dismissed for now."
You wish you could say that the stricken looks on the women's face was priceless.
"But…Lord Aizen…"
Never had you witnessed the smile be dropped from his face so swiftly, frankly you don't think you've seen him without it. You don't think you've ever seen him look displeased. Obviously, incurring his dissatisfaction was something not commonly done and something to be avoided if at all possible. While it was obvious the pair didn't want to leave, they had no choice but to follow the man's soft-spoken order.
Loly, as you've just learned, eyes cut to yours one last time before she and her companion began pointedly ambling towards the doors without another word.
You listened to their footsteps until the pair retreated from the room entirely. The corners of his mouth lifted back into a pleasant smile.
"Is there something on your mind, my Queen? You've barely eaten your meal."
"I'm fine."
"Are you certain?"
"Can we not do this?"
"Do what exactly?" He questioned.
"This." You say, gesturing between yourself and the man. "You know what's wrong with me, we don't have to go through this. You wanted me to make an effort and I'm trying but this isn't the ideal situation anyone wants to be in."
"Who was that woman exactly? I noticed she didn't wear the same white clothes as everyone else."
"So intuitive and honest…I rather admire those traits about you."
"If you must know…Orihime is an important key to achieving one of my many goals. She and I were just discussing the steps needed to execute those plans."
You caught how the pair flinched at the mention of the other woman's supposed name.
"You and her seemed awfully close just then." You absently mentioned.
Aizen's smile seemed to deepen. "Oh? Do I detect a hint of jealousy?"
Your mouth immediately draws in tight at the revelation. It didn't make you feel any kind of way; it's not like it was a lover's quarrel between them but to imply that you felt jealousy…
"I'm not jealous. I just made an observation." You clarified.
"Well in that case, since you've expressed some curiosity."
"What kind of plans?"
"I will reveal those all in good time. For now, I'd like you to stand by me as those plans unfold. Now let us continue to enjoy our meal."
Just what kind of game was he playing at?
Stand by him while his plans unfold? You're partly disturbed that he thought something like that was possible. You had absolutely no intention of being present while these so called plans played out.
Every time you attempt to pry some much needed answers out of him he stonewalls you. On some level you consider it to be dangerously manipulative for him to continuously do this to you. And you're still actively determining whether or not he could be taken at his word. Because a desperate man equaled a dangerous man as well. One that would do anything to get what he truly wanted.
"Why do you know everything about me and I don't get to know anything about you?"
"Well…what would you like to know about me?"
"I don't know…something."
"Tell you what. We can take the time to get to know one another better. Is that acceptable to you?"
In the back of your mind, you know that you can never willingly accept being placed in such a predicament.
There was a weighted silence hanging in the air after you'd spoken.
"I understand. Due to the circumstances, I believe you are under a substantial amount of stress. I offer a solution." The man proposed in a rich inviting tone. "I wish to alleviate any stress, if you would allow me?"
You perked up at the statement as you were not expecting him to side with you.
"Alleviate it in what way?" You were genuinely interested to know.
At first, you didn't notice it - the way those intense brown eyes of his held a particular gleam in them. It took a few moments but suddenly you're able to catch the libidinous implication within the glint. Molten heat crept up your face. You knew what that look meant…it meant that he planned to lay hands on you in the most unholiest of ways.
In a flash, you're recoiling from him, your entire face set alight. The sultry expression had your stomach in knots. "I don't need any stress relief from you, especially not that kind of stress relief."
"Are you certain? It would also serve as a suitable bonding measure for the both of us."
"Yes I'm sure. I don't need it." You shakily voiced.
You couldn't believe that he was actually suggesting that the two of you become intimate in any capacity under the guise of getting to know each other better. It makes everything seem worse when you remember that you had to share a bed with the man. This only confirmed to you that his intentions were not pure in any capacity.
"We will not engage in any activities that would make you uncomfortable."
You took a few uninterested sips from the glass of water to chase away the tension in the air. You didn't believe him but you listened to him anyway.
Apprehension was still present. You gave a stiff nod.
"I'm tired. I'd like to go to bed."
It was still quite earlier than you'd usually turn in but you didn't want him to make any more advances towards you.
"You haven't finished your meal."
"I'm not that hungry anymore. It's been a long day and I just want to lay down now."
"As you wish."
The sight of the neatly made bed granted you some relief despite the direction the night seemed to be headed. You haven't had a reprieve from anything all day. All you wanted to do was close your eyes and forget about your current situation for as long as you were able.
Aizen began peeling the clothing off one article at a time.
Shapely biceps. He was built like a catalog model. You hadn't the slightest clue that he looked that nice underneath all those white layers of clothing. In the midst of admiring the man's magnificent upper body, everything came screeching to a halt when you realized what you were doing.
Just what the hell was wrong with you?
You quickly avert your eye elsewhere, choosing to ignore the uncharacteristic stir in your lower half. Frankly, you're disgusted that you feel any type of arousal towards the man. He probably expected you to act on lust considering his illicit proposition he'd just made over dinner. Exposing his naked torso was comparable to using bait on a hook. For all your faults, you could never be that naïve.
A smaller nightgown was draped across the huge bed. As you approached the bed you noticed that the garb was made of silk and had an off-white coloring. In other words, it was pretty, way too pretty for you to just sleep in. You rubbed the fabric between your fingers, pleasantly surprised at how soft the dress was. It reminded you of the imported fabric that rich people gladly paid an arm and a leg for - fabric you could neve hope to have among your possessions.
Although you still heavily preferred the longer variation for your own reasons it felt lovely brushing against your skin.
The sight of it still left questions brewing inside your head. Why the sudden change in sleeping attire?
Though all of this one thing was for certain, you weren't going to change in front of him.
You snatched the dress up and ran into the bathroom as if it were your only safe haven. Which in a way, it was. It was the only place you could run where you truly felt safe.
As much as you wanted to wait until he fell asleep to exit the bathroom, you know him well enough to know that it won't happen that way. He'll simply wait for you to come out no matter how long it took. He might even attempt to coax you out from the bathroom if you took long enough.
You thought hard about what your next course of action would be but ultimately there was no way out of it. Every time you attempted to put up a resistance, he crushed it into nothing. You had to face the truth and the truth of the matter was that you were afraid to get into bed with him again. You couldn't flat out tell me no because he wouldn't accept it. There wouldn't be a fight over whether you'd spend the night sleeping on the sofa. Ultimately, you would be sharing a bed a second time with him tonight and you chalked it up as just another sacrifice you had to make. A sacrifice that sickened you to your core.
How were you expected to one up him at this rate?
You angrily snatched it from your neck and threw it on the countertop. The necklace gleamed back at you from the reflection in the mirror. The item was useless, you could never be seduced by such pretty gifts with empty gestures.
It was so very easy to fall under the illusion of thinking that you would never make it back. The mere thought was like a stab in the heart and you preferred not to think of it.
Aizen thought of you as his lover, a companion. Things like this don't happen - people don't fall in love with their kidnapper. And it was insane to think that the concept was exactly what was expected of you.
The first thing you see is Aizen shirtless in comfortable looking sleeping pants. Not that you would've expected him to sleep in a shirt but that wasn't the point. Seeing him in this way just seemed off. He was a conundrum as far as you were concerned - someone not easily figured out.
"There you are…I was wondering what was taking so long." He observed.
After so much time spent scraping your brain, you've come to the conclusion that you're more afraid of the man than you've been of anything else in your life. You refused to believe that someone could be so well put together, it had to be a carefully crafted farce he was upholding.
Wordlessly, you inched towards your side of the bed without acknowledging him. Not missing how the man appeared to appraise your appearance in the short nightgown he'd undoubtedly chosen.
"Pleasant dreams." He murmured.
You pretended not to hear him.
As soon as your head hits the pillow, you suddenly start feeling more exhausted than you've felt all day. All the stain from the day started to dissipate as the lethargy rapidly crept up on you. All the consciousness soon left and you were dozing off into sleep.
Even in a semiconscious stage, your brows knitted in acute confusion.
What was happening?
The surroundings were dimmed and you felt as if you were floating instead of simply laying in bed. You couldn't see anything but you could feel everything.
Once the veil of darkness lifted, a quick glance to Aizen's side of the bed revealed an empty space where he should've been. It was then you realized that something was truly amiss.
With that your worried gaze shifted back down to the unidentified figure beneath the sheets paying special attention to your lower half. Unfortunately, that could only mean one thing.
Waking up to the feeling of a foreign sensation invading your womanhood is possibly the most scandalous circumstance you've ever found yourself in. The most alarming thing you found about the situation was how receptive your body was being throughout. For some odd reason your body did not possess the ability to fight against it.
You opened your mouth to speak but only a breathless whimper fell from your parted lips. Never had you felt such a sensation before and it stole the very breath from your lungs. A slick pressure which could only be described as a tongue sifted past your moist, warm folds.
The mystery mouth began to lap indulgently at your sopping entrance. You never imagined that it could be so pleasurable. No one besides you had ever touched the area besides your physician and yourself and you hadn't given any thought to who else might be granted access to the private area. Not a potential boyfriend or husband in the near future.
Against your will you mewled out in satisfaction, back arching upwards. The transient being lavished the top of your mound with attention, splaying light kisses over the heated skin.
The tongue skillfully slid along your dripping folds before descending on your engorged labia. You panted like a wounded animal, chest heaving though you could hardly breathe.
The same deft muscle caressed your clit with rubbing motions - the stimulation was agonizing and sinfully delightful. The heat of a mouth extracted sticky wetness from your core with relative ease.
Large warm hands glided over your thighs, splaying them open as wide they could manage in the current position. Before long, your sensitive clit was being kissed and sucked with a masterful intensity that immediately had your legs shaking uncontrollably.
You were incapable of twisting away from the ministrations and the effect they were having on your overwrought body. The sensation had your whole body vibrating and it wasn't long before your entire body was drenched in sweat.
The light sucking gradually intensified leaving your frame quivering with pleasurable abandon.
The tip of a tongue gently probed the tight walls of your cunt. Strangled moans escaped your parted lips and rang out into the space as your sensitive flesh was rolled against the wet organ.
Wetness accumulated at your core in surprising quantities and the mouth devoured all of the juices seeping from you.
The delicate muscles inside of you tried to squeeze the searching appendage pumping in and out of you, stroking your tight walls.
Rapture ripped through you and you're stricken with the purest ecstasy that had you losing all sense of self.
You screamed when the appendage began dipping in and out of your cunt in concise thrusting motions. Your head tossed back and forth on the pillow, fingers gripping the sheet for dear life to the point where your fingers were starting to cramp.
A tidal wave of ecstasy quickly approached until it detonated in a massive explosion that had you screaming.
Rising in a flustered panic, you frantically looked around the room and it took a second for recognition to kick in for you to know where you are. There was no figure under the covers, only a slumbering Aizen with his back turned to you - his measured breathing so soft you couldn't even hear it.
It didn't help that you'd woken up with the tremors still wracking your body. You can still feel the tingling aftershocks all over.
It was distressing to find that your mind was conjuring up dreams so vivid that it made you question reality. Dreaming up scenarios like that tended to come with mind-altering results and that's what you wouldn't tolerate.
You did not like the feelings the man was beginning to induce in you. No, you didn't like it at all.
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