I changed more here, so please re-read it, she doesn't give up as easily, I show you part of her powers and I made Sephiroth even better. {Less immature comments, more joking.}
He started dragging her across the room and into a door next to the one that led to the bathroom. They entered a long hallway and he led her through a few doors and in front of one very scary looking door. It was made of steel and had no handle. The door opened and a gust of cold wind blew out and in her face. She turned around as he dropped her arm.
"WHOA! You're really going to put me in there?"
He smirked and walked up and pushed her, forcing her small frame backwards and into the room. She tried to fight and push his arms out of the way but he grabbed hers and ripped her sleeve off.
"No way! Don't!"
She screamed. He smirked even wider if possible, and pushed her onto her back in the middle of the room. She hit her back and legs hard and winced at the cold more than the pain.
"So vulnerable, Hahaha."
He chided. He knelt down and grabbed her left leg and she bit her lip.
"What a cute doll."
He squeezed it slightly and she tries not to give him the pleasure of making her scream. He hit her leg and she did. He laughed the loudest she's ever heard him laugh before.
"You sick-"
He slapped her
"You'd better hope I don't rape you right now."
"You're really going to?"
"Oh what, did you think I was joking?"
He chuckles
"I-I re-really don't… think that… that's a good… good idea."
He stood and brushed himself off. He unsheathed his mighty Masamune. The beauty of a sword that was used to strike fear into the hearts of SOLDIER paled in comparison to the God holding it. He pointed the sword at her chest to keep her from trying to stand up.
"Uhm… you wouldn't really do something like that, would you?"
He stopped smirking. She tried to look innocent.
"Weren't you the one who said this sword was because I'm compensating?"
She bit her lip
"I w-was j-just kidding… Sephiroth."
He slapped her with the side of the Masamune.
"No! Not Sephiroth. Master. Never Sephiroth. You are my slave now."
She looked disgusted for a moment, but only until he let light catches the Masamune.
"Damn! Why am I getting punished for the ONE good thing I've done in years? I gave up, I stopped caring… I finally convinced myself to just write everything in that damned journal and the ONE TIME I do something good for someone I get punished."
Sephiroth chuckled.
"ShinRa doesn't appreciate 'good and evil' only 'money and wealth'."
"But why would you possibly care about ShinRa?"
Sephiroth laughed
"I don't… but you'd make a good pet… and a good doll."
What? 'A good pet and a good doll'? He's always made fun of the experiments Hojo did on me, but 'doll'? Where did he get 'doll' from?
Sephiroth straddled her waist. She looked up at him, wincing from the pain in her legs. He looked up at the ceiling and said
"This room… tell me… do cats like the cold air?"
He said
"No."
"But a bitch might be able to tolerate it, eh?"
She sighed wondering why he never feels that the animal puns get old.
"Are you cold?"
"Y-yes."
You bastard, of course I'm cold!
"Good, but you could stop it."
He said, and stood. He walked around the room, a full cube of white and nothingness.
"Show me the demon in you- come to your Master."
He held his arms out. She looked at him reluctantly, but she absolutely hated being cold.
A gust of wind from nowhere in particular blew on her and she made her decision.
No doubt, he did that on purpose, but I don't think I can take much of this…
She started towards him, and noticed the look of victory on his face, a look that she despises, so she crawled over to the other side of the room and sat in a corner. He sighed.
"You think you can take it? I don't. I think you'll give up in just a few days, because we both know you can't take the cold. In fact, I know everything you can't take."
She looked up at him, shivering. The temperature dropped again. He walked over to her and touched her face; his warm hand almost caused her to moan.
"Your primary powers…"
He trailed off, running his hand down to her stomach.
"You will belong to me, and for your disobedience I'll make you wear a collar."
She growled at him.
"Aww, does the kitty finally want to come out and play?"
She stared at the ceiling.
"You will be miserable in here. I'm not going to bring you food or water, you won't have anyone to talk to but me. Just surrender."
She glared at him.
"And take it? I won't take anything from you, you who have no soul. You claim to be a god for it but you're really a coward. You do not belong here, you should never have been born and thus your existence is begging to be recognized. And by a little girl, no less. You're a weakling yourself, Sephiroth."
He laughed.
"You'll take it, dolly. You'll take it all, and when you do I'll make you apologize with that pretty little mouth of yours."
He left. She finally turned into her demonic form, a Phoenix, but the temperature decreased with the spreading of her wings. She wrapped them around her body and slept.
***A Few Weeks Later***
"Hmph, you've lasted much longer than I thought you would, but considering the temperature now, I don't think you can take any more."
She shivered uncontrollably; she is so cold that she is forced to remain as a Phoenix even when he is watching. The room is covered in the warmth of ice from when she tried to make an igloo, but that was even in vain.
"Just give up, dolly."
"Please let me out."
She managed to speak with much difficulty; the words barely even come out.
"Give up and I will."
"and then what? You'll rape me?"
"Then you can sleep. I will let you sleep, I promise."
She walked over to him, and he wrapped his arm around her. She noticed he did not have gloves on.
"You… are mine. Are you afraid of me?"
"I-I g-guess."
"No. That's a lie. If you were afraid of me you would be in the corner- shivering but safe. You're only afraid of what I'll do to you."
"Can I please get out of this room?"
"Yes, but only if you're coming to my bedroom."
"Why?"
"Well I can't let you have your own room until I'm sure you wont run."
Sephiroth chuckled and led her back down the hallway and two rooms to the right. She was vacillating over the decisions of running or letting him take her, and if would really rape her or not.
Is this entire house black and red?
She notices that there was a gigantic black bed with silk sheets and black and red laced pillows on the bed.
"Nice pillows"
"But who needs the pillows?"
There were two lamps on either side of the bed, but they were off. There are two doors, one is probably a bathroom.
At some point she realized he was leading her to the bed, and tried to walk around to the other side but he held her there. She tried to fight him by pushing against him but he just shoved her onto the bed and unsheathed his Masamune to keep her down as before.
"Move up."
"No way; you'll rape me."
"I'm going to rape you either way, this will stop you from experiencing any other pain."
She refused to budge so he climbed on top of her. She moved all the way back into the wall. She tries to avoid his grasp until she is pushed into the wall.
"Good girl. Check."
He said.
"But you sai-"
Is all she gets out before he silences her with his lips. His lips were much warmer than hers. While he was preoccupying her lips, he straddled her waist and pushed his hand up her shirt. She was lying on the bed on her back, pushed down from above softly. She tried to say 'stop' as his hand touched her bra. She grabbed his arm and tried to pull it away.
He stopped kissing her, pulled his arm out of her shirt and said
"It's over. Stop fighting."
Regardless of the cold she started to sweat. He wraps his left hand in her hair and pulls her head down, forcing her eyes to meet his.
"I used to think you were afraid of being raped. But I learned. You're afraid of having children. It's those experiments, I'm sure. But you don't have to worry, I'm not going to force you to have kids, just to give me your virginity, that's all."
She tries to punch him, but he pushes her arm down with his right hand, she groans.
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This is where our story began.
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Two people exist in one room. They are both very close. They are so close that the smaller one cannot move. He looks down at her shivering body. The room is not cold. The man is wearing black pants and black boots, she can clearly see his chest expand and contract as he breathes.
"It's cute; the way you shake and tremble."
He says, running his hand down her cheek. He is talking about her fear. The feeling is being expressed through her shuddering body. She is crying and sweating, her breath is heavy and labored. At his touch, she jerks from both the fear, and his hand.
"Are you afraid of me?"
Mocking… Always mocking her…
She tries to speak but no words come, so she nods her head.
He laughs. She cries.
"Was it really so hard? If you had just done what I told you to…"
He pauses. He violently lifts her chin. Her eyes meet his for a second and drop abruptly to the bed.
The one with the black and red silk sheets. The pillows acted as a complement to the colors of the bed. They are merely decorations, but beautiful. 'But who needs the pillows' he had said. That was, of course, before this naïve girl had any clue of what he really meant. She had noticed that his whole room was made of those two colors.
Of course it should be mentioned once again that black is not a color.
What soul?
"H-How c-can y-you expect me to d-do something like that? S-She's my b-best friend…"
She says, as she tries to inch away from him.
"She's your only friend."
He pauses, watching her futile efforts.
"Do you realize that the only thing behind you is the wall?"
She tenses her body and draws her hands to fists but never raises them. Seeing this causes him to smirk.
"Poor Anku, you're always the last one to get picked, always the one with no real friends or life. I gave your life meaning, and this is how you repay me? An ending as such as this is only fitting for a piece of crap like you."
He spat the last part as Lucifer spits the name of God.
"Don't act as if I never told you… I told you… that you'd be mine… That your trembling figure would be underneath mine in my home, in my bed! I told you… I told you that you would be my slave… My pretty little doll. I told you that I'd make you apologize… and you will."
Grabbing her right arm he returns his attention to her shirt.
She notices the blood. He notices the 'damned shirt'.
'There used to be a sleeve there' she recalls, feeling his hand directly on her arm. 'Such a horrible little thing to dress yourself in' he thinks, remembering that he had taken off his gloves. His hand is much warmer than her arm is, though… but we all know why that is.
"Please, don't do this…"
"Shh."
He whispers and stands on the bed.
"Hahaha. Finally!"
He says with a voice cruel enough to scare Dante. She ducks under his legs and tries to run off but he grabs her, slams her down and straddles her waist. He rips off her clothes and throws them to the other side of the room.
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Rape scene, you've been warned.
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He pulls down his pants and underwear and shows her his fully erect cock.
"Still compensating, darling?"
She closes her eyes tightly, and turns her head.
"What a childish thing to do."
He holds her down with his right hand as he enters her, taking pleasure in the loudest scream he's ever heard from her.
He licks his lips. She bites hers.
He starts off slow, taunting her. She pushes up on his arms trying to force him off of her.
He increases his speed. If he lived in an apartment there would already be police sirens roaring outside the windows. Unfortunately there aren't even any windows.
"Oh my God!"
She can't shout because she's out of breath. Her body is racked with pain but she knows he won't stop because of that. She tries to kick him which is rendered impossible by his position.
"God huh?"
He growls
"I knew Phoenixes had beautiful voices."
He says, pounding into her. She tries to move but she has nowhere to go. She cries.
"What beautiful music. You've no idea how long I've desired to provoke that scream from you."
He says
"Look at me."
"How could I possibly do that?"
She says, rather painfully.
"Please stop."
She says, barely above a whisper. This just causes him to go faster and harder, until she can't inhale anymore. With her eyes still closed she feels his warm hand on her chest, teasing her nipples.
"Apologize, Anku."
"No!"
He starts raping her even more forcefully now. Her legs and her thighs ache from their beating. Her arms have started to burn. Her back and head are banging against parts of the wall and bed.
"Come on, beg."
Sephiroth says, cruelly watching with interest as her head bangs repeatedly against the wall. He smiles at the sweat covering her body and her tensed muscles, her ribs, the tears flowing from her face, the screams his raw power force from her lips. He pulls her closer and forces her to breathe.
"You're not going to faint, I want you to be wide awake, dolly."
"Please… Sephiroth."
"My name's not Sephiroth."
He says as he increases speed once again.
"Just give up."
She allows the tiger inside her to fill her arms, and breaks free from his grasp, pushing against him. Her head starts to ache, though, so much so that she cannot hold onto the tiger's image and it fades.
"So weak. Your mind, it's just so defenseless. From such a smart little girl I'd assume you'd know how to defend yourself, dolly."
This is when she learns what he meant by doll. It is exactly what she is to him, a plaything.
"I'm not…"
She catches herself
"Please… don't call… me… that."
He smirks at her obvious realization.
"Please… This…. This isn't… fair."
"Check. You should be happy to be the Lord's doll. After all; the rest of those ShinRa girls would give anything to be in this position, or any other position with me for that matter. And this relationship is never going to be fair. Do you do what your toys tell you to do?"
He says and punches her in the stomach.
She screams. He laughs.
"Such a pretty doll."
"I don't… because… they can't… talk. I wouldn't… do something… like… this."
He begins to run his hand down her cheek again. This time he lets his hand fall to her chest and she squirms. He kisses her again.
"Hah! I'm raping you and you're concerned about your breasts? That's hilarious."
He chuckles. Tears run down her cheeks.
"I… can't… take… this, seriously… please… stop."
He laughs
"Please! I'm serious! I'm going to-"
"The only thing you're going to do is…"
He pauses.
"What was I saying? Oh yes, the only thing you're going to do is come to this building with that friend of yours, right?"
She doesn't respond, she stares at what could be the ceiling. He laughs and says
"You're going to accept it, then?"
He laughs again
"You're going to accept my dick inside you? You're going to give up and stare at the ceiling?"
"YOU BASTARD! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A WIMP! YOU'RE JUST AN OLD MAN TRYING TO FIND SOME WAY TO GET LAID! YOU-
AHHH! Damn it!"
She was interrupted by Sephiroth grabbing her legs and slamming down inside her with the force only a God like him can manage.
"And I'll do it again if you don't shut your mouth. You'll take whatever I give you, got it? I don't want to hear any back talk from a weak little doll like you."
At that moment, she realizes that he was right. She tells him.
"I g-… I get… it… now."
"What?"
"Now… I am… more… afr-… afraid of you… than… anyth-… anthing else."
She bites her lip, again, and stares at the ceiling again. This time he says only one word, then smiles a great smile, happy smile, a victory smile. He continues to increase his rate until she can't take it anymore and she screams every time he slams into her.
"Darling tell me, how does it feel to have your virginity taken by a God?"
"L-like………hell. AHH!"
She manages.
"You hate it?"
"…yes…"
He leans down onto her- so close he is actually pushing against her in both directions- and whispers in her ear.
"I don't believe you, you see. I can't help but think you're enjoying this."
"……N-no."
"Liar… You want more."
Her gaze stays trained on the ceiling, she cries even harder.
"You're… never gonna stop… are you?"
He growls.
"Not until I think you've given up."
She returns to staring at the ceiling.
"Fuck."
She says under her breath.
"You want me to stop?"
"Yes."
"You really want me to stop?"
"Yes."
He slows his pace.
"Say my name."
He whispers into her ear
"Sephi-."
He thrusts into her with that same force as before, interrupting her speech.
"No."
She blinks.
"Master."
She whispers
"Louder."
"Master!"
"SCREAM IT!"
"MASTER!"
"Good. Check."
After all that screaming he speeds up again.
"You said… you said you would stop."
She says desperately.
"I decided I liked your pleading voice. Too bad."
"Ple-… Fine, I just won't… say… anything."
"Try to resist and I'll never stop."
He returns to the peak he was at earlier, with her screaming every time he pushed into her body.
"Those screams are so nice."
"Isn't there…… anything….. I can….. do to make…… you…. stop?"
"No, Nothing at all. Keep begging anyway."
"Why?"
"Because I told you to."
More tears run down her cheek, and he kisses her as she reopens her mouth to speak. He lowers his whole body directly on top of her, creating even more friction and pressure than was there a minute ago.
"PLEASE STOP!"
After a few more minutes of begging her body finally gives up. She faints.
He looks down at her still shaking body, smirks and says
"I win, Anku. I always win. Checkmate."
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Was it horrible? I care more about 'horrible' in terms of wording, not so much in terms of sadism. It's rape, it's supposed to be harsh. You can always give suggestions, though. I don't think it was descriptive enough in terms of the actual rape, but I'm not good at that, besides rape isn't about sex, it's about power, so I think I maybe did a better job in that department.
Ugh, I just had a meeting with some of the staff at my school and they say I have to do more homework or else I'm not going to pass. So I'm going to try to focus on that and maybe write more of my story during classes. ;P