Epiphany of Reality

Chapter 14

After what seemed like hours of running, I finally made it back into town. My legs were cramping and my lungs were on fire. By time I sprinted into a park near the outskirts of the town my legs could no longer carry me. I collapsed onto a bench overlooking a small duck pond. My chest was heaving as I gasped for air. It was only an hour or so past noon. The park was empty, even the playground that was only a few yards to my right. Despite the serene scene around me, I was on edge. Romeo could only be a few minutes away. What did he do to Greg and Natsuki if he was almost here? I shuddered at the thought.

I stood once more and continued to walk briskly towards the town. My body felt weak, from both the sprint and the overwhelming feeling of dread. I passed the playground and continued to the rows of houses beyond it. I didn't recognize this side of town, and these houses were a far cry from Romeo's. Weathered siding and chipping painted brick characterized them, along with the small front lawns overrun with weeds and crabgrass, and broken up, uneven sidewalks with streets full of potholes. I kept my hasty pace. I don't know where I'm going, but I have to distance myself from Romeo. No matter how hard I wanted to or tried, I began to slow. I was so tired. I couldn't continue.

Just ahead, I saw someone getting out of their car. He had a trilby hat on and was wearing his dark colored hair in a ponytail and had glasses. He lived in a tiny house with faded blue siding that had a sagging wooden porch. I saw him glance in my direction, but he paid no mind and continued to his front door. I weighed my options. I had to lay low and regain my energy, otherwise if I continued trudging through the streets Romeo was bound to catch me. I approached the man as quickly as I could.

"Excuse me," I said.

The man turned around, somewhat surprised. "Oh, hello," he said politely, "Is everything alright?"

"Uh," I said feebly. I was suddenly very aware of how suspicious I looked as I constantly glanced both ways down the street and over my shoulder. "C-can I come in?"

He mimicked me by looking down the street, then gave me a very curious look. His pale blue eyes almost felt like they were piercing through me, analyzing my every thought. He grinned at me "Alright,"

He unlocked his door and held the door open for me. I trudged inside and he shut the door behind us. I was greeted with a small living room with a hardwood floor and off-white colored walls and ceiling. A couch sat in the middle of the room facing a large flat screen TV. I saw the doorway to the kitchen straight ahead and the hallway to the rest of the house on the right side wall. "Have a seat, I'll get you something to drink," The man said. I nodded as he went to the kitchen.

I sat on his couch and he returned with a glass of water. I thanked him and drank it. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until then. He sat on the other end of the couch, looking at me with that same piercing gaze as before. I felt my cheeks redden a little.

"You look familiar," he said, "what's your name?"

"Yuri," I said.

"Yuri…" he said as he furrowed his brow in thought. "Wait, you can't be… Yuri from Doki Doki Literature Club? Am I going insane?"

I reddened even more "Yes. Th-that's me."

He laughed and said "I'm not even going to question how that's possible. Explains why the game won't run anymore. I apologize for laughing. My name is Cooper."

Cooper was a tall man, slim but toned with a pale skin tone. His thick rimmed glasses sat on his large, but oddly handsome nose. High cheekbones gave an angular look to his face and his black eyebrows made his face more expressive than the average person. I couldn't get over his eyes. His eyes are reminiscent of a frozen lake dusted with freshly fallen snow. My heart fluttered whenever I glanced into them.

"You seemed pretty spooked out there. What's going on?" Cooper asked.

"It's… a long story. I'm running from someone."

Cooper frowned and pursed his lips "Someone is trying to hurt you?"

I nodded meekly.

Cooper quickly stood up and went to the window next to the front door. He subtly pulled the blinds back and gazed outside. He went to the door and locked it. He looked back at me and smiled. "Don't worry, you're safe with me. I won't let anyone hurt you."

A strange warmth filled my chest. "Thank you," I said. It felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

We sat and talked for some time, long enough for the orange light of sunset to pour in past the curtains. We talked mostly about what my life was like in the game. He knew a lot about me, like what I liked, my knife collection, even my old self harm habits. My mind drifted to Romeo when it was brought up. He helped me at one point, made me happy. But he was out to get me now, and who knows what he did to Greg and Natsuki. He seemed to fade from my thoughts when I looked into Cooper's eyes. I decided not to tell Cooper about Romeo, or even Greg, but we talked of Natsuki and the other girls some.

"Do you know if the others are around?" Cooper asked.

"I've seen Natsuki around, but not Sayori. Monika… I'm not sure."

He leaned forward at the mention of Natsuki. "Is Natsuki doing well?"

Yes," I said, hopeful.

Cooper edged closer to me on the couch. He lowered his voice. "Is the game right about how old you are? It says Natsuki is fifteen."

"I think she is, I never really asked though."

Cooper smiled, "and how old are you?"

"Seventeen."

Cooper's smile faded some and he seemed to be looking off into the middle distance, enraptured in thought. The sight sent buzzes of electricity through me. I tried to ignore it. Trouble always comes my way. I don't want him to get ensnared in the hell I've found myself in. I couldn't get him involved. He seemed to snap out of his trance and looked back at me. His glowing smile returned.

"You're safe with me, Yuri," he placed his hand on my thigh. I was very conscious of the black knee high skirt I wore along with my navy blue sweater. He had his hand at the hem of my skirt, his thumb doing subtle stroking motions across my leg. Was it getting hot in here?

"I appreciate you a lot Cooper, but I really need to be going," I took his hand from my thigh and moved to stand.

Cooper leaped up. "You can't! Whoever you're running from could still be out there!"

I slipped past Cooper and moved to the door "You don't understand though, I need to keep moving. He'll find me here sooner or later," I reached for the door knob.

"NO!" Cooper shouted. He grabbed my hand as it rested on the door knob and grabbed my waist. "Trust me, if he doesn't get you someone else will. This side of town isn't very safe. Especially at night."

I glanced through the gaps in the blinds. It was a deep blue outside, a sign that the sun had set and only residual light remained.

"Stay with me just for the night," he said, "and then I'll take you to wherever you need to go,"

"I suppose…" I said, uncertain. Romeo was smart, but he couldn't be that smart. I could hide for a day and still be fine. What's the worst that could happen?

I sat back down on Cooper's couch. He went into his bedroom and brought me a pillow and a blanket. He said he would be turning in early and wished me goodnight. I was alone, laying on the couch staring up at the featureless ceiling. I was safe for now. Romeo would have little chance of finding me here. I decided I would try to leave town in the morning. It would be much harder for him then. I didn't have much time to plan my escape from the town though, as I quickly drifted off, and fell asleep.

I was roused to awake as I felt someone sit at the edge of the couch. I felt them remove the blanket and begin to rub my back while I was laying on my stomach. In my sleepy haze, I glanced around. The room was still dark. The sun hadn't risen yet. I tried to rise, but the hand held me down.

"Shhhh, it's just me," it was Cooper's voice.

"What's going on?" I said. I was glad it was Cooper, but I couldn't help but feel tense.

"Nothing, just making sure you're safe," He glided his hand over my butt and onto the back of my right thigh.

I sat up almost immediately, his touch almost electrocuting me. "I'm fine," I said quickly.

"I'm glad," he said smoothly.

Once I sat up he moved to allow me to sit normally, but he was still quite close to me. Half facing me, he looked into my eyes as his hand stroked my thigh. It felt like I was on fire. What was he doing? He wasn't thinking about… that… was he? I felt a tightness develop in my chest. His hand rested on my thigh, halfway up my skirt.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

Cooper smiles and stares into my eyes while he tightens his grip "Nothing,"

I reached to move his hand, but his other hand grabbed my wrist. His hand snaked further up my leg. "Let go of me," I demanded.

Cooper chuckled. "It's alright," he forced my hand onto the crotch of his sweatpants. I felt something hard. "You want it, right?"

His icy eyes gazed deep inside me. I felt naked as he gave me that look. I felt so flustered, all I could do is make incomprehensible stutters. He was angelically handsome, but I couldn't. Romeo and Greg were lovely in their own ways. I can't bring myself to turn my back on them. Even Romeo, despite what has happened. I couldn't bring more people into this. I needed to skip town, not stay here and cultivate relationships with Romeo, Greg, or even Cooper. I didn't want it. But something kept me from saying it.

Not waiting for me to give a proper response, Cooper slowly pulled his sweatpants down, exposing his impressive manhood. He made me grab the base of it. I reflexively tried to pull away, but he had a firm hold of my wrist. He guided my hand to slowly start stroking his shaft, up to the top, and all the way, ever so slowly back to the base. Cooper let out quiet sighs as I did this.

As I was stroking him, his hand on my thigh went further up, until his fingers brushed against the junction of my thighs. My whole body tensed. His touch was frightening, yet powerful. Cooper chuckled and leaned closer to me. "Enjoy it," he whispered. Then, he grabbed my sex again with much more strength and I gasped. He started to rub me through my panties.

We did this for what was probably a few minutes, but felt much longer to me. He breathed deeply as he made me stroke him. Small pulses of euphoria eminated from my legs as he quickly rubbed me in circular motions, stopping occasionally to press his whole hand firmly onto me. After these few minutes, he finally let go of my wrist. I took my hand away and tried to stand, but when I did he pinched my inner thigh and twisted hard. I yelped and sat down again. I could tell there was some sort of anger in his eyes now. I opened my mouth to protest but he quickly and forcefully covered my mouth "Shut up," he said "you're not leaving this couch." Something about that made me realize I was starting to get wet.

With both hands he gripped my neck and had a fistful of hair. He brought my head down near his lap, forcing me to get on my hands and knees next to him. I tried pulling away as I got closer, but Cooper responded with painful tugs at my hair. He forced my mouth open when I was mere inches away from his length. Then, he put it in my mouth.

It was a brutal rhythm of forcing me down all the way to his balls, making me writhe for air until he was gracious and pulled my head away by a few inches. I could only taste the salt of sweat and precum, and it smelled thoroughly unwashed down there. I didn't think of doing much else. I was still in that place between shock and realization. My face was soaked in sweat, tears and snot. I could barely hear Cooper's loud moans, especially when he forced me to take all of it. And then, for the umpteenth time I was forced down, I felt his cock convulse before a a stream of his thick cum sprayed down my throat.

He let go again, and I came from his manhood gasping and coughing. I automatically swallowed most of his seed but bits of it ended up around my lips and on the couch. A cold feeling washed over me as Cooper stood and took his sweatpants and shirt off completely. Along with the cold, I felt something deep within me, something that made my heart flutter. I was still soaking wet.

Cooper roughly grabbed my throat and forced me onto my back. My head hit the solid armrest and sent spots of light dancing across my vision. He flipped my skirt up to completely expose my legs and pelvis. He sat there for a moment, then ripped my panties off. He grinned as he threw them at me. There was a very noticeable wet spot. I threw it to the floor. I tried to sit up, my hands clawed at his. I groaned and wheezed as I tried but nothing worked. He was between my legs so I couldn't get a good angle to kick him. He pressed up against me as I let out a choked scream. He raised my head and slammed it against the armrest. Just then I felt the tip of his shaft against the entrance to my moist cave. Then he shoved it in.

I screamed again, which I was dutifully rewarded for with another blow against the armrest. My hymen was torn open and blood flowed from my slit and onto his member and the couch. His hands squeezed around my throat as he quickly pumped inside me. I could barely breathe. I felt my face redden and the veins begin to protrude on my face. All I could do was whimper as he painfully ravaged me. I felt every inch of his cock as he used all his body weight to push inside me. At the end of those waves of pain, I felt the subtle tease of pleasure, but the pain made it all too much.

He finally released his grip on my throat. I gasped and moaned in pain as he grabbed the front of my sweater and began to rip at it. Afterwards he snapped my bra basically fully exposing me to him. He firmly grabbed my breast and harshly twisted my nipple until I screamed again. Another blow against the armrest. As he kept twisting, he choked me with his other hand. I tried to push his hand away but I found I couldn't. I felt all my energy had been sapped from me.

He began pump into me quicker and harsher, the sound of our bodies colliding filled the air, along with my wheezing and his moaning. Blood continued to run out of me as he relentlessly charged into me. Then I felt the very tip of his manhood graze my cervix. Shocks of pleasure rang through my body. I managed a gasp. And then, with what felt like all his energy, he plowed into me, the tip of his cock opening my cervix.

I screamed again and began to orgasm. Pump after pump, my juices squirted all over him. Orgasm after orgasm. Cooper began to slap me as I kept screaming. He slapped me so hard my ears were ringing. His grip on my throat became unbearable, until only a few moments later he released his hot cum into my womb. I moaned as he released me and pulled out of me. A mix of my juice, blood and cum stained the couch.

"You came," Cooper said, winded. "I knew you would like it."

I couldn't sit up. I couldn't speak. All I could do is cover myself with my hands as I wiped the tears and saliva from my face. I had to focus on breathing.

Cooper, standing now, came over to me and kissed me on the forehead. "I certainly had fun'" he stooped and picked up my panties and inhaled deeply from them. "I'll be back in a minute for more. We'll be having a lot of fun like this now,"

He left and went to the bathroom. I still laid on the couch, in a pool of blood and semen. Tears began to run down my cheeks, but I dated not to make a noise. I couldn't stop shaking. I was in pain and I felt disgusting, but I also felt… happy? Satisfied? I wouldn't know what to call it. I heard Cooper come out of the bathroom. I took a deep breath and stared up at him as he approached. I looked into those cold, icy eyes of his. Then I began to open my legs.

A/N: Wrote this to help Christian with his story, which I'm a big fan of. Thanks for letting me help! (PS, don't forget to send the thing I told you about)