Time Unknown, Hana Song's Basement (?)

The World had come to an effective standstill as I felt nothing coursing through my emotional bank….nothing other than confusion, rage, sadness and betrayal to a small degree. I hate to admit it, but Fareeha was right. This despair I feel...goddamnit I should've listened to her. I should've gotten Hana better help than what I did.

And it's because of me that right now, Hana Song is effectively planning on making me her own personal plaything...as if I hadn't become that already. I should have seen this coming...but I was a fool...a fool in love with this woman. A woman who didn't know what love really was, or what love can be. She'd never seen any of it her whole life, from any guy, her sister or even her parents. Only fake love from her fans online. People who would do anything to even know who she truly was.

Heh, if only they knew.

Her onslaught of kissed continued, but nothing more. I was sure that Hana was going to do something more...to consume me, make her hers and only hers but, I guess that me being tied up to chair is pretty much all she needs right now.

"You're so beautiful...I could see why that whore wanted you for so long...her loss though, heehee!" she giggled, not missing another chance to put a stab in Fareeha's dreams. She takes a breather from her relentless kissing, standing up and putting her hair in a ponytail, her fringe still covering a decent portion of her forehead and face. But she doesn't sit back down on me. She takes another chair about 3 or 4 feet away from me, places it directly across from me, her sitting down on top of it of course. She connects her fingers and places her chin on them, staring into my eyes with that same, eerie yet...enamouring, consuming stare she's always done. No matter what I do, I can't escape the allure of her beautiful hazel stare. It's gorgeous...captivating...entrapping.

"Haah….I love it when you look at me like that. You don't need to look so upset or scared! I'm not going anywhere, silly!" she says as if this were a normal thing.

"Hana...this...isn't right" I mumble out, barely audible.

"What do you mean? Couples are supposed to spend time together! Especially if we're getting m-a-r-r-i-e-d!" she says with a frightening emphasis on those final two words. She keeps saying that but…

"...I never agreed to that Hana…" I say, which causes her to stand up sharply and stand right in front of me.

"It doesn't matter, I know that deep down in your heart….this is what you wanted, right?" she says, stroking her fingers along my jaw, eventually stopping at my chin.

"W...what?" I look at her with disbelief, her smile widening.

"Heh heh, you're such an easy guy to read, Jonathan….everyone always knows exactly what you're thinking. You always try and do your best for everyone, you always did for me...how adorable...that's one of the many, many reasons I fell in love with you…" she says, straddling onto my crotch, sliding her hands downwards.

"N-Now wait just a sec-" before I could finish, I was cut off by a lone finger touching my lips.

"Shh. Stop your struggling. You like it when I do this, right?"

She pulled my penis out of its cotton cage, stroking it intensely, yet with an incredibly satisfying flow…

..No..

Don't succumb.

You can't let her do this.

You have to get out of here.

You have to get her help.

"Hana...s...ahh..st….nn...stooop…" I moan out between her strokes and intense neck kisses, slowly yet surely blemishing my skin.

"Why sweetie? You don't like it when I give you a good handjob? You don't appreciate me?!" she said, sounding dstressed. Fuck, I better fix this quick.

"It's not like that or anyth-"

"SHUT UP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, gripping onto my shaft tighter and tighter, I could feel her nails digging into my shoulder and cock...so much so I felt tiny rips opening up on both areas.

"Y-you're hurting me Hana!" I cry out desperately, squirming and moving as much as I could to try and just stop this fucking nightmare from continuing. "I can't take this anymore!"

"I guess you need another nap my darling...you're still quite dazed..this will put you right in no time...heehee!" she says standing up and walking out of my sight, giving me a brief moment of respite.

But it was only the briefest of moments.

Mere moments later, she came back…

...a syringe in hand and smile on face.

"H-Hana what are you doing…." I ask, my voice echoing nothing but pure fear and confusion. How could someone I love and trust so much do something like this to me?

"Goodnight Jonathan...hopefully when you wake up, you'll be ready for our wedding!" she smiles, and before I could say anything in reply, I felt a sharp pain in my neck and my consciousness began to fade away into the dark abyss…

Meanwhile - Angela Ziegler's House - Around 9PM

Angela awoke with a pain all over her body. Her arms, legs, back, neck...you name it, it hurt badly. It felt like she'd been hit all over with a thousand needles. As she awoke, she realises that she wasn't in the place where she fell asleep. This was her room. How did the person who brought her here get in without a key? They probably used mine..I'm an idiot..thought the Doctor, but wasn't she supposed to be at Hana's house with Jonathan, Hana and Fareeha? She took a look at her watch.

9PM. That's too early to be home from a party. She must have passed out and got dropped home by one of the others or something…

"I don't feel hungover...I only had one drink too…" she says, rubbing her temple. She was still somewhat dressed for the occasion, minus her shoes and hair being a little messy.

"I guess I better go back…" she murmurs to herself, looking at her phone with a pained expression.

Lena's smile always broke her heart no matter how many times she'd look at the photo they took on the plane over to Korea...their last memory together…

No, thought the doctor. This isn't the time to be getting sentimental like this. This is about enjoying your youth and having fun! Angela shook her head, dispelling any dark thoughts which had clouded her mind.

And with positivity surging in her body, she set back off to Hana's house.

Place Unknown - 9PM

My body felt like a tonne of bricks had hit it, in more than one way. I felt...restrained? Well, that's nothing new I suppose, I was just tied to a chair for the last while but...I'm on a bed, or something? I feel a soft surface under me...something akin to a bed sheet made from silk. I open my heavy eyelids, slowly, and try to grasp my surroundings.

I knew this place. It's Hana's bedroom.

But something was different.

Instead of some K-Pop group playing, it was harpsichord music. The bed-dressing had also been done up with fancy whites all over.

Most unsettling of all there were...pictures...of me…

Everywhere.

No matter where I looked past the bed, all I could see were pictures of me...pictures I didn't even knew existed of me, sleeping….showering...with my family but the rest of my family's faces had been crossed out….

"What. The. Fuck?!" I say out loud, causing a noise to emanate from the next room over.

Oh shit. That's her. Hana.

I look down at myself. I'm tied to all four corners of the bed via all four of my limbs. There's no way I'm getting out of this one. Fuck.

But I also notice something else.

I'm in a tailored suit.

I Don't own a tailored suit.

My mind began to race for answers as to what the hell was going on, but before I could even think of anything, I see the door on my right open slowly, the light creeping in and giving this room, which was only lit up by some few and far between candles, some more light.

And in she walked.

And I never felt more conflicted about anything in my life.

Hana was wearing an astounding looking white regal dress, with intrinsic stitching and patterns going all around the dress. There was a small opening above her breasts, allowing for some of her cleavage to be on show, and her veil covered only her eyes and bangs, but the rest of her hair was curled and styled to perfection. How the fuck did she do all this by herself in such a short period of time?

On the other hand though….

...I didn't want this.

"Don't you have anything to say to me, my love?" she asks in her now usual creepy yet sincere demeanour.

"Let me go...Hana please!" I say, begging her, pleading with my eyes and voice, trying my hardest to get free.

"Tch Tch. You're not going anywhere. We're getting married right now! You can't just abandon me at the altar. You'd never abandon a friend, oh wait...you did...ah, I'm sorry" she says with a giggle.

….how….what….why

"Why...bring her up now…" I say, looking away, my self-restraint crumbling...she was prodding at me...and from her point of view...it was working. She was breaking down all my shields. Eating up every ounce of defense I had left.

"F...ine.." I mutter out, defeated…

"Come to me...my….wife"

All I could see on the other side of the room was Hana viciously undressing herself, with a thirsty, needy smile on her face.

Before I knew it, she was on top of me. I didn't feel anything.

I couldn't. My heart was in two. I just wanted to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.

She stuck her teeth unto my neck, not hard or anything, but enough that I could feel a little bit of pain. Not that it mattered.

My pants were off in seconds.

"Now the fun can begin!" she screams with joy, shoving a pill of viagra down my throat. I swallow without resistance.

My dick was inside her in minutes.

She grinded and grinded with as much speed as she could. If I wasn't so fucked up right now between the drugs and me being an emotional mess, this would be the best fuck of my life.

She slid up and down perfectly, her innards were the perfect cock sleeve.

I continue to let her rape me for what seemed like hours on end, constantly cumming inside her…

...until my stamina wore out...and my body collapsed under Hana.

(A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Two chapters left. Let's get this done because I wanna get onto another project that's in my head related to a certain popular as of late anime)