She felt dirtied. Corrupted at his touch.
Hands pushed apart her knees, she thrashed from side to side, the gag made of her obi cut into her lips. Her cries were stifled in her throat; fingertips dug into her hip unmercifully. No please...
His skin was so pale, the white jacket set aside.
Her knees clamped shut, bruised thighs mottled from the coolness in the sealed room.
His expression didn't change in feeling her flinch beneath his palms.
Please--no! Something hard slipped between her legs, her eyes screwed shut.
The Espada made no sound as he thrust into her.
~*~
Raw.
Curled up in a fetal position. Her wrists and ankles were skinned from the constant chafing of the cuffs. The sight of the reddish fluid staining the white floor was too much.
She wept.
Violated.
After a while a group of female Arrancars entered, silently cleansing her of the residuals of his presence. A clean white kimono was left beside a tray of food. The smell nauseated her.
Rukia slept again, undisturbed for a time.
~*~
"A little foreplay would've been nice, Ulqui-chan."
Ulquiorra observed the leering grin on the silver-haired Soulreaper's face and decided he did not need to ask for clarification. "I did as requested, nothing else was called for." he said flatly, his lids closing over his piercing green orbs.
"Yah but that was plain old penetration!" Gin whined, "I wanted ta see you make little Rukia-chan squirm in agony!"
He ignored the man.
"While I disagree with Gin..."
He turned to his Lord and creator with a detached look.
"I quite enjoyed the performance. That is why," cool brown eyes surveyed his most loyal Espada, "I wish for you visit our guest more often. But please, Ulquiorra," Aizen smiled indulgently, "do not cover the dear's mouth. Her cries fascinate me."
~*~
"You haven't eaten." He glanced at the untouched tray near the door.
She didn't move.
"Would you prefer I force it down your throat?" The door closed behind him.
A quiver of fear shook her thin frame.
"Answer me, woman." He knelt beside her. The white clad shoulders trembled. "Bastard!" she hissed, wrenching up against the wall, bracing unsteady legs. Defiance and anger animated her eyes, twisting her bitten lips into a snarl of hate. He wasn't moved by her rage, "you lack the strength to harm me."
Rukia knew it was truth, but still...
She swung out. He caught her wrists, pushing her against the wall.
Gasping.
Wanting to cry.
Filled with shame at her own weakness.
Ulquiorra released her. Stepping back he observed her surprise quickly be masked by blankness. They stared at one another then he broke the stare first, turning on his heel. "Eat, woman. I will be back shortly to ascertain you have complied." At the door, he paused unsure of why he felt the need to tell her so, "know this, I derived no pleasure from our previous encounter."
He left then, confused with himself.
~To be continued~
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