3rd Person POV

Breight grasped Maka's arm and dragged her into the same alleyway with the wall that had a taped Soul locking onto it. She is too terrified to scream. At the end of the alleyway (all the way to where Soul is - 30 feet away from the road) Breight flips a switch and a light comes on. A chair is in one corner and rope is in another. He had set this up long before the night had started with the gang meeting in front of B.T. to have dinner there.

"How did your night start at B.T.?" Breight asked whilst setting some things up around Soul. It looked like it was some sort of light.

"W-Why are you asking?" Maka was definitely not in the mood to talk to the likes of him.

"Why can't I?"

"It doesn't seem like you to ask about my... Fun..."

"You filthy slut!" Breight slapped her in the face which made her fall to her knees.

"You don't need to know!" Maka was used to being called a slut over the years that had passed. All because of Breight. She didn't want him to know how she was doing.

"Answer my question... What was the first thing that came to your mind when you saw the letters B.T.?" He grabbed her chin and thrust her face up to look at him.

"Breight... Totanolake..."

"I'm surprised that you still remember my name! I feel honored!"

"How could I forget such an ugly name?" At this, Breight slapped her again and Maka yelped.

"Maka Albarn... How dare you say that to your master!"

"I am not your slave nor are you my master!" Breight stepped back. He was surprised for once. Maka was finally standing up to him and this was something he was unfamiliar with.

"You slutty... Emo... Bitch..." Breight yanked her by the hair with one hand, lifted her up, and ripped her shirt open with the other hand. Next was her B-Cup bra.

"Eek!"

"Shut up, whore."

Maka's POV

I am not a whore, nor a slut, nor a bitch unless someone makes me become one, nor am I emo anymore... Why can't he leave me alone? I finally stood up to him, but his actions keep catching me off guard. I trained for all these years and he still gets to me!

"Why do you want me so bad, Breight?" I asked; unsure of myself.

"You were the first girl that I wanted." This took me by so much surprise that I didn't notice him taking my pants off while he was giving me hickeys all along my neck. I kicked at him but he threw his weight against my body and I groaned in pain.

"What do you mean by 'wanted'?" I tried to kick again but it didn't work and whenever I tried to scream my voice wouldn't come.

"Shut up... I'm busy." He had thrown away my pants and panties and he was now massaging my boobs. I told him to stop but he wouldn't listen. "Scream if you want me to stop."

"I-I-I can't..."

"That's what I thought... You were always a weakling."

I am not a weakling!

"Oh, to answer your question from earlier... I could always tell you were easy and that's why I wanted you. You liked me as well, but I just liked how hot you were. To be honest, now that I'm looking at you... You haven't changed much."

I am not easy! I have changed you've just seen too many girls to even care!

"You scum bag..."

"You know you like it."

"I am not the same as before! Don't take me lightly!"

"Then why are you so wet?"

"W-What?"

3rd Person POV

He had been fingering her but she never noticed. This was Breight for you. His true powers came out whenever he was 'performing' on a girl. She wouldn't notice until it was too late. It's how his soul worked. He would send different kinds of wavelengths through to the girl and when he decided to come clean he would stop the transmission of messages. Then would the female feel the pleasure of his hands thrusting in and out of her core.

"I forgot the most i-important thing about y-you..." Maka gasped even though she didn't want this, but her body never listened to her.

"Finally remembered, huh? Took you long enough considering you were my number one 'experiment'!"

"You u-used me, Breight... W-Why are you so c-c-cruel?" Maka yelled and kicked at him. She didn't want to cheat on Soul again. Breight stopped what he was doing and withdrew his hands from groping her. He looked up at her naked self. Maka's hair was draped over her shoulders; Breight had yanked out the pigtails when he grabbed her hair earlier. Sweat was sliding down her face and neck. She was crying and for some reason it made him realize something. He turned off the light.

Maka's POV

"Breight...?" I heard a ruffling and I could tell it was his clothes coming off. Oh no... I have to get out of here... But Soul is still... More shuffling took place, but I couldn't tell what it was. Suddenly, a light flashed in my face and I winced from the sudden brightness. The light was moved slightly and I could see what was happening. Breight was grabbing the rope and making his way toward me. I backed away.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Why do I always fall for that? I thought to myself as he tied my hands behind my back; making it hard to get comfortable whenever he leaned against me. My back was against a wall after all. He stood back and seemed to admire me. I was still crying so I turned me head. I didn't want him to feel any pleasure from me feeling pain.

3rd Person POV

"You know... There's a camera filming all of this," Breight said. He snickered at the thought of them being on a porn tape.

"W-What?" Maka couldn't believe he had taken it to this level.

"Oh yeah... This should be interesting."

"Stay away from me!" Maka yelled as she tried to run past him, but he tripped her and she fell flat on her face.

"The camera that Soul is holding is the one that I'm using to film this. It's the only one!"

"How do I know that you aren't lying?"

"You just have to trust your instincts on that one, baby."

"Like I said before... I'm not your slave," Maka said with pure strength. She was ready to fight for herself now.

"Whatever..." Breight picks her up, more like drags her, to the wall where the camera could see perfectly and placed her on his hips. Making his dick rub against her pussy. "This is going to be fun... Hehehe."

"Don't put it in me... Please don't! No! Don't! Breight! NO!" He thrust into her and watched her groan. "No! No..." He watched her bleed from the size of his penis and grinned. He was happy. He pulled out and fiercely thrust in again. She screamed and gripped onto his shoulders for the mercy that she was never going to get. Breight committed this act over and over again; it continued to make her groan in pain and he got turned on even more. He decided that she deserved more so he started to slap her in the face and punch her.

"Not so tough now, are you?" He asked with pleasure in his voice. Soul was just starting to wake up.

Soul's POV

"AAAHHHH!" What was that? Someone screaming? I blinked a few times but soon shut my eyes again when the bright light hit my face.

"You like that slut? You like it? This is what you deserve for even having a boyfriend!" That voice... I came to a realization point and my eyes shot open; despite the light I looked around and saw something I never wanted to see. No... Maka... NO! I tried to move but I couldn't. Then I realized that I was taped to a damn wall. My hands weren't by my sides but in front of me. Holy shit. I was holding a camera that was filming him rape her. I tried to toss it, but it wouldn't budge. It was locked onto them. So... I watched as well. Knowing that I couldn't do anything but yell... YELL!

"Maka!" I yelled, hoping she was still conscious. He was ramming her hard and she had become quiet. "Maka!" Her head shot up and I was relieved, but terrified at the same time.

"Soul!"

"Soul? Oh, my good man Soul!" Breight joked. He didn't slow down his pace; instead, he went faster. This made Maka whimper and she hung her head.

"Maka! Stop it, Breight! Y-You're hurting her!" I choked on my words. I could never trust my voice whenever I became scared.

"That's the point! I want her to remember this night forever! I want her to suffer and for her to feel hatred from everyone!"

"But why?"

"Why you ask? Simply put; she left me for a freak like you." Breight was as cold hearted as ever, but his words didn't penetrate me. They never did. But... When he would thrust into her... The pain was unbearable. I finally broke down.

Maka's POV

Somebody help me...! Soul... He wants to help, but with that tape - Ahh!

"Ahh!" That was the last time Breight thrusted into me. It hurt so much... It was the most painful thing that I had ever gone through; physically that is. I could feel my insides feel up with his sperm... So much went inside of me. Did it really feel that good to him?

Soul's POV

I looked up when Maka made that sudden sound. She sounded like she was in pain but at the same time it sounded like pleasure... I don't know how she felt so I can't judge... But she's cheated on me before, so did she like it? Even though she's bleeding...

3rd Person POV

Maka collapsed once Breight had pulled himself out of her after his last load of cum was shot into her womb. He hoped that she got pregnant. He wanted her to remember him after everything that had happened between the two of them.

"Maka!" Soul yelled once he released himself from the tape.

"How the fuck did you get out of there?" Breight gulped.

"Your little trick doesn't work for long."

"Shit." Breight took off running, but was soon knocked to the ground by Soul. Blood was rushing out of his leg and he knew that Soul must've had his arm transformed.

"Say your last words and I'll get them on camera for Maka," Soul stated. Hatred was filling up his soul, but he wouldn't let his inner demon come out.

"My little slave, Maka... You were such a weak little bitch back then. You were smart and hot. That's why I picked you up and made you feel the way you do today. I will always be the reason for your sadness, and you will always be a whore. Always." Breight could only think of those words and Soul finally shut him up. Soul devoured his soul and he admits that it was the worst tasting soul he had ever tasted. He switched the camera off and stuffed it in his pocket. Then he ripped the tape off the wall and threw it in the trash can. Once he got to Maka he sliced the rope up and threw that away too. Putting on her clothes were the tough part. He had to carefully put on her panties and jeans in order not to hurt her. Maka's shirt and bra were torn so he tossed them in the garbage too, but out of sight so that people wouldn't get suspicious. He took off his jacket and placed her arms through the holes before zipping it up. Their apartment was just around the corner, so he lifted Maka into his arms bridal style and ran as fast as he could to their home.