Warning: Explicit content in this chapter! Please don't read if this will make you uncomfortable.

Chapter Seven

"Out of curiosity, why did you tell him we hadn't had sex?"

Nagisa's blue eyes widened in embarrassment, "He told you then... I guess I was just trying to lessen his interest in me, I thought he maybe had the impression I was secretly someone more exciting and sexual so I tried to make out that I'm more average." She struggled to explain without trying to sound like such a liar.

"Do you feel guilty?" Karma whispered into his girlfriends ear. Her pale shoulders had flinched at the slam of her door.

She reacted silently, leaning into him, putting their foreheads together. Karma's hands curled around her warmly.

"He'll forgive us eventually." He comforted. "For now, you can take it out on me Nagisa." He purred, "Your dad's away, it's been a while since we've been in your room."

She closed her eyes, suddenly shoving her boyfriend down by the shoulders until he was flat enough for her to lean over him, pressing their lips together, blocking out Karma's expression as he smirked triumphantly.

All the kissing in the world couldn't hide Nagisa's guilt when she sat beside Gakushuu's empty seat the next day.

To make matters worse, Karma spent most of the day wondering the corridors aimlessly. Because of this, Nagisa wore a dreary unguarded expression that exposed her sadness.

Her friends cheered her up, but the second they and Karma were gone, her smile would drop. She walked the remainder home so painfully slow people on the streets started staring. But she didn't want to go home either, not to face her dad and act tough and unaffected.

Nagisa wasn't far from home now. She passed her usual short cut to walk through the block of estates near her house. The sun was going down by now and this wasn't a safe place to be in the dark. But despite this, the cold winter air had everyone locked away in their homes. If there were anyone else anywhere near her, they would be painfully obvious to her sights.

Her eyes settled on the orange tinted pavement, noticing the shadow of someone not far behind her. Someone really close.

She turned back in surprise, frowning and ready to question why someone would choose to stand so awkwardly close. But nobody was there.

This is when she new something was wrong. She turned a full three-hundred and sixy degrees, hearing the wind rush behind her but still seeing no movement other than the minuscule shaking of trees.

The blue haired girl was still far from the end of the dangerous area, the sun was still going down, in various directions around her, it remained clear that there were no witnesses if something were to happen to her.

"Dad," She spoke so quickly it surprised her, her voice sounding unrestrained and feminine on the phone as she held the item to her ear.

"Nagi? What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing." She sighed in relief, "You're home right?"

There was a pause.
"No, actually. A few colleagues have invited me to dinner, it might be a while for I make it back."

"That's fine, no problem. Could I just ask that you stay on the phone to me until I get home?"

He breathed in, "You didn't get into a fight did you?"

"No." She explained, opening her mouth to continue but not getting far.

"Then you can walk home by yourself. You're not a child, Nagisa. It's five in the afternoon. I don't know who you're trying to impress but honestly it's a bit sad that it's me you're calling."

Her grip on her phone loosened, her low self esteem today weakening even more at the attitude of her parent. Why had she even hoped he would be this way? It was like this every time she tried to depend on him.

"Y-you're right. I'm basically home anyway. Have fun!" She mused, hanging up without hearing his last word.

Her head shot up sharply. Like before, there was nobody around her. She must have been paranoid, that was all it could be. Her house was even in view by now. She was basically home.

The girl looked down to retrieve her keys. Before she could see her bag though, something else reached her sight. A hand was rushing up towards her face, the weight of a body was throwing itself against her, knocking her senses dizzy and silencing her loud cry. Before she could even kick into what she knew of self defence, her world was sent spinning into gravity as she was thrown back into a van, the doors slammed shut before her eyes by the grasp of a man she had never seen before in her life, sent into the arms of more strange men with more strange, painful grips over her body...

"Two thousand each," the voice breathed from the speaker, "Leave the girl by the garage and it will be in the post box on your way out."

The men nodded to each other, placing down the girl's unconscious body against the door with uncharacteristic care. Her head tilted down lifelessly, her coat buttons open and cheek bruised into a very faint pink.

When her kidnapper discovered her his breath had hitched into his throat like he ad just discovered treasure. A photo was snapped. When he lifted her up in his arms and slowly walked her down the stairs to his basement, his face was flushed red with the thrill of being close to her, of hearing her soft, barely audible breaths and watching her chest rise and fall as he stripped her of her outdoor clothing, then with a second glance, of her indoor clothing as well.

There were others upstairs, but he was certain they wouldn't bother them. His mother was in her office. He doubted she would bother him either.

If they knew what he was doing, he didn't doubt that he would be cut from his school in an instant and sent to a military school where he wouldn't lay eyes on another girl until his early twenties.

But how could he focus on that now? Nagisa was with him.

Nagisa was laying vulnerably in his arms and her conniving boyfriend didn't have the slightest idea that she was.

He could do anything to her...

The knowledge that she was waking up was all Nagisa had for a moment. Assuming she had taken a nap, that it was the next day and that she was in her bed. Everything was natural. There was no fear. But, even though her eyes were open, she couldn't see a thing.

She raised her arm to remove what might have fallen over her eyes, aware that her vision should have adjusted by now. However, her arm was shocked to discover that something was stopping it from moving very far.

This was when the first wave of fear hit her. In most parts of her body, she couldn't move.

Her memories jolted back to her then. This is when the second wave of fear hit her. She had been shoved into the back of a van and knocked out. She had been so near to her house yet so far. Would that be the last time she would ever see her house?

Why had someone even kidnapped her? Sure the area was prone to shoplifting and vandalising and an occasional mugging, but kidnap was on a whole other level. The fact that they had been near her home... the fact that they had chosen an empty area other than one storming with other girls her age.

Her fear doubled in realisation that whoever it was had picked her intentionally. Maybe they were after her father? Maybe...Maybe...

She couldn't process anything else. She wouldn't allow herself as they were only making her more afraid and more helpless. The faint sounds beside her told her there was definitely someone there. She wished she could see. She hoped that this was all just a trick, that she was overthinking things.

"Karma?" The blunette managed to compose herself just enough to speak without sounding like a helpless kitten. Unbeknown to her, a hand had been a fraction away from adjoining her cheek. But it froze at her words, trembling while it found a voice to whisper.

"No."

Had his voice not been so contorted with anger, had it not been so quiet and breathy, Nagisa might have recognised it.

She swallowed, her heart pounding so hard it altered her hearing.

"Karma... he's not here. But he doesn't need to be here. I can still make you feel good by myself Nagisa." He whispered hotly.

His breath shocked her, she moved away, but his hands found her navel. She realised it was bare, that she was in only her underwear. If her kidnapper had possessed the warmest touch in the world, she would have still shivered and jerked away as fervently as she did.

"W-Who are you?"

He didn't answer, she felt fingers sliding up over her ribs, leaving the tingle of a foreign unexpected touch to dance around her body freely.

"S-Stop it. Stop." the girl tried, raising her hips and twisting in her confines to escape from his touch, albeit exciting him more with her movements.

Suddenly they concluded. Warm hands closed around her hips, she trembled with the agitation of not knowing what was to come next.

"You think you don't want me. You think only Karma can make you feel good but you're wrong. I'll show you you're wrong, I promise you."

"No, you can't. It's more than just sexual, you can't just touch me and think I'll fall in love with you...Stop it before you make your situation even worse."

Cut of by fingers on her face, her breath hitched for about the tenth time in the last few minutes and she flinched to the side like she would be slapped. Although, no harm was done.

She blinked fearfully, realising that a dim light could enter her eyes, and above her-

"Gaksuhuu." She sighed. Though not out of relief.

She had been repressing the intuition screaming at her that it was him. It had been easy with him acting this way. Even now she could barely recognise him. He was close to her, his eyes hazy and inky with the nonsensical gleam in it that paralysed her, his hair a dark red, almost purple in the dim light.

She looked around, seeing herself lying on an old sort of bed in what looked like a storage room with boxes around them creating a wall and natural candles masking the faint fragrance of his familiarity.

"I want to see your beautiful eyes.." He whispered, stroking her eyelids way to closely for comfort.

"Show me your beautiful lips.." His eyes darted downwards, and Nagisa had the sudden urge to bite him. She couldn't however, upon realisation that the black sash used to blind her was now between her teeth and tight. He could kiss her lips, but thankfully there was no tongue.

She had hoped he would get bored, yet the boy was still above her several exchanges later, kissing her softly and almost sweetly like a child would savour his candy, repeating the action for more times than she could count.

Nagisa shuddered, shutting her eyes and turning away. She mumbled his name, sounding as pathetic as a dog on a leash. Having her eyes covered had been so horrible, but this was so much worse. Being able to see the evil but not being able to do anything about it, it was torture.

His fingers suddenly sparked back to life and slid under her vest with no time to react, attacking her as she passively cried out a scream that was swallowed contently by her attacker's intent lips.

Pinching away, making her arch, tremble, quiver and mumble out half pleasured hums of intoxication as her eyes became foggy and her muscles became tight and heavy.

"Try to keep it down Nagisa, my parents are upstairs, it will be embarrassing if we're caught."

Gakushuu's words confused the blunette. It made their situation sound so natural she should be too ashamed to scream for help, it left her thoughts in a muddle as she breathed out heavily, seeing moist lips smiling down at her admiringly in the soft orange light.

Then one hand slid down her to her thigh, grazing everything along the way until it reached her knee followed by the other leg. He pulled her thighs apart suddenly and leaned back to position himself between them, her ankles still tied together behind his back and strapped to the bed frame.

She knew she was blushing from the intimate position, but was also aware of herself uncontrollably throbbing at his lecherous gaze on her short navy panties.

Their eyes locked, then before she knew it, his hand reached out and curved down the decline of her body, fingers brushing her through her underwear deftly.

Even if she had been expecting it, she would have still moaned equally as loud, thrashing upwards and surprising herself at how dirty she could sound while she had her mouth covered and words stolen from her.

The strawberry blond haired male had pressed into her again before she could catch her breath, milking her for more throaty moans and agile twists. It was all the most entertaining show for him, his own genitals becoming flushed with arousal.

He couldn't wait much longer...

The wetness of her essence had coated both insides of the tips of her thighs, but her underwear was yet to be spoiled. He leaned down and encouraged this by licking the material, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it hard, his lips and tongue brushing her pink flesh to taste her forbidden fruit's juices several teasing times.

"G-Gakushuu please!"

He couldn't understand much from her words, but her eyes said it all.

He pulled away and smiled happily. Soon, her underwear had been pulled down to by her ankles, exposing her taint-able flesh to him showing all the enthusiasm he needed.

Running his finger down from her navel into her wet pool, looking into her blue eyes, he smiled dazzlingly, blushing madly with excitement and passion as he aligned their bodies.

Nagisa couldn't help but admit how much her body craved his touches, how her skin tingled with the idea of his length buried inside the clutches of her core. It was too bad her mind was screaming at her to be more against it. Maybe she was still high on whatever had been used to knock her unconscious... maybe that was why every touch felt exaggerated and why her head was gently spinning.
He ran his thumb over her opening in a circular motion as if in thought.

"Karma has already done this to you..." She was sticky with cold sweat.

"But...here.." His finger moved down, spreading her moisture to another sensitive lower region,"I would be your first right?"

Nagisa's eyes widened. She had never done it there before. She had only had sex two or three times before in her life... she didn't even know if it would feel good.

But she didn't have a choice.

Her breath was knocked out of her as he entered her, suddenly and painfully like he was splitting her in to. She choked her breath back in, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes whilst trying to keep some form of resilience to the sharp stabbing pain.

"Ahh..." He groaned, tilting his head back. "You feel amazing Nagisa."

He had gone back to his husky whispering chilling her with how out of touch with reality he sounded.

"Don't worry, you-" he breathed in,"Stop tensing around me like that. Relax and it will get better, I'm waiting for you, tell me when you want it."

How could she admit to wanting him in this situation? She was so full she just wanted it to be over, but she relaxed anyway, soon discovering with small frictions made between them that it could get so much better.

"G-Gakushuu." She trembled, looking into his misty purple eyes.

She felt like her whole body was being fucked when he pumped into her continuously, and felt so deeply affected by him as he leaned down and kissed her anywhere he could reach simultaneously that she barely reacted to his ejaculation, still moaning as passionately and still seeing blurs of colours above her as her toes curled and her core spasmed.

Gaksushuu continued to pound her until his second climax, pulling out to find him dribbling from the protection she had failed to even see him put on.

The room was still glowing faintly, Gakushuu still breathing heavily and her body still flinching from tremors as her eyes closed in sleep on that bed.

While sleep claimed her, his lips continued to press into her, voice continued to whisper until he too passed out.