Part 10.

Trapped

She woke with Haru in the early morning deciding to wait for him to shower first. She prayed after watching him close the bathroom door then took out her Bible while waiting. When he finished she hurriedly did the same. Haru looked confused as she quickly brushed her hair, wearing a dark brown spaghetti strap dress, practically darting around the room. She put her hair back then returned to the bed and continued reading. His expected question came followed by an unexpected response.

"Why in such a hurry?"

"I need to prepare myself for something. I'm not sure what yet but I can feel that there will soon be a difficult challenge. I may have a feeling what this could be..."

"Oh, okay. Well, whatever it is, I'll be thinking about you and hoping that you'll be all right."

"Mhm, well, have a good day Haru. See you again soon."

He knew that she was lost in thought so he just nodded and went on ahead, nearly running into a "grumpy giant" as he sometimes called the man. Sagat shook his head then watched as the boy quickly walked away. He knocked twice on the door waiting for an answer. After hearing a soft "enter" he did so.

"Bison wishes to see you in his private chambers."

"I'd prefer not to and would rather be alone."

"Fine."

He returned back to Bison, informing him of this displeasing news. The callous man scoffed while hastily dismissing his subordinate. When alone he teleported her instantly before him. She now sat cross-legged on the cold floor, baffled.

"What in the heck?"

She nearly rose to a standing position until being scolded, two pale narrowed slits casted menacingly downwards at the small figure from below.

"Sit down."

His voice alone sounded more than irritated. She very much wanted to be anywhere other than here. She slowly knelt from a bent over position clutching onto the hem of her dress out of nervous habit. His hands gripped exceedingly tight around the marbled arm rests, practically crushing the material.

"Why is it- do you think- that I brought you here?"

She didn't provide an answer this time, still looking at her dress. Both hands clutched even tighter against the slinky fabric.

He snarled at this reaction standing now, fuming with anger. He stood directly before her, both arms crossed, demanding an answer in an unforgiving tone.

"You will answer me, girl, lest I smack one out of you."

"I need to mourn."

She spoke in a quiet voice, eyes tightly closed.

"You mourn with that little brat. What makes me any different?"

"Nothing does. I just need time is all."

"Face me when you speak."

She looked up with slight pause hugging both arms against herself.

"You disobeyed a simple command. For this, I will personally reprimand you, vixen. Bend over on hands and knees."

She shook her head, remaining seated.

"This encounter can either be rough or brutal, my dear. The choice is yours. Rest assured, you will not care much for the latter option."

She gave a scowl of her own while still looking down, obeying this time.

"Good girl. Now, crawl over near to the bedroom door, stopping directly at its side."

She obeyed once again, waiting for further instruction.

"Stand with both hands placed against the wall. Spread them as well as both legs."

She heard his boot heels clicking against the solid ground, knowing what result would most likely ensue gathered from his previous responses.

"Strip."

She heard what sounded like a whip unravel in his hand. While wincing she did as told but only took off her dress. She felt a sizzling sting against her lower back, the whips crackling sound causing her to wince before the barbaric item even made contact with her skin. She cried out in pain falling onto the floor.

"You wish to become acquainted with my brutal side then?"

She just laid there, hugging herself while shivering.

"So be it."

He casted the whip to the side, picking her up then walked back to his throne. He ripped her underclothing away, bent her over his knee, proceeding to relentlessly smack her ass until she lost count, just as before in the nightmare. She screamed in pain this time while biting his knee. The moment she did, however, was the same moment she regretted doing it. He grabbed tightly ahold her ponytail while pulling her mouth away, continuing his brutal punishment. She clutched tightly against his arm rests, now sobbing.

"You horrible demon! You'll be sorry for this!"

He continued slapping her until she nearly bled from the inflicted wounds. It had to have easily been one hundred times. He turned her over his vice-like hold still pulling painfully down. His other hand went around her neck squeezing until she could no longer breathe. He only stopped when she almost lost consciousness feeling the young lady grow limp. He rolled her off his lap, walking away while hearing her body fall against the ground with a harsh thud.

"Whenever you compose yourself, join me. I don't believe there's any need to explain the potential consequences of refusal."

She coughed for a short time before shakily standing on both feet, forcing herself towards his room. This must have been the difficult challenge. Before even entering she heard music begin to play. It sounded somewhat familiar. She may have heard the tune once or twice before.

"You enjoy dancing. Give me a lap dance."

He sat in a chair with both feet against the floor, plenty of space between them. She didn't notice how huge this room was until now. The lights were dimmed as usual, candlelight burning from afar. Numerous ones were placed near to the far wall. By a stroke of luck, perhaps one might fall over and burn this place down. She only wished it were so. Such a terrible thing to wish but she still did, nevertheless.

"You are an obsession...My obsession. Who do you want me to be, to make you sleep with me?"

The first verse came out after the intro as she remained still, arms hugged even tighter around herself.

"Don't make this experience any more agonizing for yourself. Shall I sync my slaps against your flesh in rhythm with the song being played?"

She forced herself to walk over to him and stand in front, sheepishly asking "How?"

"Why, sit on my lap of course."

"You're like a butterfly...A wild butterfly...I have to have you."

Her legs dangled off the chair as she sat down on his lap, grimacing while feeling that dreaded bulge press against her. She had to crawl up barely managing to stay on at first. Her arms hugged around his waist as she rested her head against his neck, whispering a plea into his ear.

"Don't make me do this, please."

"Thrust against me."

Tears trailed down his neck, lazily falling off onto the ground. She slowly began doing this feeling him stand momentarily and slide his pants down. His member throbbed against her opening while he held her close, teeth grazing against a tense neck.

"Gyrate your hips."

"Um..."

He rolled her hips for her, showing rather than explaining this time. She easily picked up on his motions doing this until the song ended. They sat in silence for a brief while until she asked a heart-wrenching question letting more tears fall.

"This is all I'm worth to you, isn't it? I'm only used to satisfy fantasies?"

Her voice cracked. She couldn't look at this monster. Not now.

"No my darling, your worth is much more than that. Your purpose is to make most a reality."

He easily kept ahold of her when retiring to his bed, gently placing her down while situating himself on top. She peered at her own blood that covered his member now looking away in shame.

"This feels much too painful to be a dream."

"That's because it isn't."

He pinched a hip this time causing a grimace for a response.

"Can't we do this after my cycle at least ends? It's appalling...Seeing that disgusting blood smeared all over that...thing. Or better yet, we could after I have more of a chance to grieve."

"You're playing with fire, darling. It's best not to since that way you won't get burned."

He attempted coercing her into doing more than mere foreplay, to which she adamantly refused of course. Throughout most of the ordeal, both of her eyes remained closed rather tightly, as her beet red face buried itself deeper and deeper into the pillow. He applied sudden brutal force to her wrist almost breaking bone towards the conclusion of their session. She cried out again, begging him to stop. He listened to them but only to a certain extent. If only she could get some help with her predicament...

'Where are you when I need you Ruuca...I need your help.'

'She met a new friend, dear. A boyfriend.'

She startled the moment his voice invaded her thoughts now speaking out loud in distress.

"Why did you do that? You scared me!"

"Why, but it's true. She won't be able to provide assistance while you remain in my presence."

"But, where is she now? Is she safe?"

"I already told you, silly girl. She has a boyfriend now."

"But where-"

"Fine, incorrigible temptress that you are, she is now being taken by my ally Bahtus again and again which is exactly what I should be doing with you. He requires heirs of his own, you know. At least I have the courtesy to ask your permission beforehand."

"Taking her over and over...He's forcing her?"

"He coaxed her with ease. It's not as if she hasn't already made love to a man before. She's no saint, my dear."

She gave a hopeless look, sighing in defeat.

"Please give me some more time. I'm not strong...Not like you or her. What if you kill me when it...When..."

She started crying, hiding her face out of shame.

"That's what all of this wailing is about? You fear I'll kill you after entering inside?"

"Yes! And it's not wailing! I really am scared...I'm so young that it could happen! Maybe it's better that way though!"

"Don't say such detestable things, love. I'll make certain you shall live. We'll have plenty of time for this and more on our wedding night. Why don't we do this today in order for me to prove these words?"

He tenderly rubbed her back in a consoling manner as she let out a whimper, trying to regain composure. His hand wiped away tears as hers was about to until holding onto his forearms.

"I thought you wanted to wait longer? And anyways, that means forever and forever is a long time. You won't hurt me any more, will you?"

He stared into those deep hazel green lipid pools of desire, showing a genuine smile.

"If the agreement is consensual then we have nothing to worry about. I preferred waiting longer at first, however, I've changed my mind since that initial day. As long as you listen and be a good girl, you will remain unharmed. If not then punishment will ensue. Now be a good girl for daddy and help him achieve a simple goal."

She readily obeyed this time just to get this over with. At the very least she wanted to go back to her room. Back to see Haru and her mother if it were possible.

"Tell me this is what you want and if so, I promise that all you shall feel is pleasure for the rest of your life. Your family and friends will remain safe, I personally will ensure this. Will you become my wife, Naia May?"

She knew that if he were to be denied, all hell would break loose. Ruuca was no longer able to provide assistance thus, leaving the poor girl with no other choice. There didn't seem to be many from the start anyways. This was it. She was trapped.

"I'm just not sure..."

His head tilted, an irksome grunt given.

"I am not a man to be trifled with as you surely know by now, coquettish siren."

"Well yes but can't my cycle finish first? The bible says it isn't clean to do...that while this happens. Can't you understand how I feel?"

He looked away this time for a moment in thought, gave a sigh while biting back a crude quip, deciding to allow it.

"Yes, however, you will remain in my chambers until it has finished and make me aware the moment it has, if I am not aware myself by that time. The only instances you may leave from here are during meal times, which is now. You best be off then."

She looked at the clock, somewhat surprised to discover that time passed this quickly.

"Not a word of this is to be said outside of these quarters."

"Yes, daddy."

She ran to the door, hesitating when hearing him speak again.

"Who will always be watching you?"

"G- Oh, you will, daddy."

She ran off before shutting the door softly, quickly putting her dress back on and intending to replace ruined underclothing in her shared bathroom. He knew what she nearly said and let out a cruel laugh. Soon enough, he'd have her speaking in tongues while beneath him, calling out his name over and over, praying to him. The thought alone instantly made him hard again. He started stroking, imagining how she'd beg for him to have his way during each seductive encounter.

Naia would never be rid of him, not after the consummation which signified their eternal unity. Little did she know, his own deity had the capability of finding her after this happened, leaving the girl helpless to his will. He'd give many choices over time. He'd be fair when listening to any questions or requests. Evasion wasn't going to be one of them.