So cold…
She just wanted to sleep, but she couldn't…
Not if she was this cold…
Something warm tingled the nerves in her shoulder, but it burst into pain when she moved…
A soft SOMETHING was wrapped around it, heating up her skin a bit…
'Why does it hurt so much?'
Something rattled weakly when she tried to move her hands…
Blue eyes snapped open, darting around to take in her surroundings.
A massive bed, cloud-soft, with silk sheets and gentle comforter.
Her wrists were chained to the headboard tightly, leaving her half-sitting on the mattress.
No windows, no apparent door…
'This seems too nice for a prison cell…'
"Ah, you're awake…"
The olive-toned she-turtle almost jumped at the sudden voice, her head whipping around to find the source.
A man stood at the side of the bed, wearing a dark suit and glasses.
"Who are you?"
"I should be insulted…You're parents never told you about me?"
"N-No…"
She knew her parents had good reasons for not saying anything about certain 'acquaintances' from their past…
They were dangerous, maniacal, obsessive, psychotic, with hearts as black as coal…
"When you're screaming in pain…begging for mercy…"
A cold hand on her knee, and her legs clamped closed in a moment, heart facing as her mind told her where this was going…
"You may call me…Bishop."
She tried to bolt, to run, but…
The chains…
His hands held down her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh between shell and plastron.
She almost yelped at the pain, but the sound was swallowed by his mouth.
A need to get him off, to breathe and kick and scratch…
Panic was making her almost wild when he pinched her neck.
She wasn't unconscious, but she couldn't move, either…
Limp now, she could only watch with terrified eyes as he spread her legs.
Pulled off her pants and belt…
As he undid his own, she felt she was going to explode…
"N-No…Please, n-no…"
Her voice was too weak, too shaky…
He covered her mouth as he revealed his sex, and she almost cried in fear.
No, not fear…
Terror…
"This won't hurt a bit…You'll enjoy it…"
A burning, tearing pain, and she screamed behind his hand…
Each thrust seemed to hurt more than the last, burning as crimson stained the sheets and her screams of agony echoed off the walls…
It felt like she was being split in two…
Sweat broke out on her skin, trying in vain to cool her as hot pain made her tremble.
He'd long since removed his hand from her mouth, seeming more interested in either her hips or her breasts.
She just wanted the pain to go away…
To go to sleep and wake up in her own bed surrounded by her family…
A harsher thrust than the others, a harsh bite on her shoulder that drew blood…
Something surged into her, hot and wet and it STUNG…
Lily hardly realized she'd been crying…
Blood seeped through her bandaged shoulder, her eyes stung…
Too much pain…
One last harsh thrust…
A scream cut through the air like a katana blade, its edge sharpened with agony and tears and shattering hope…
Once it faded on the air, the cry left its host panting for breath, lungs burning, as the pain began to numb the nerves…
Clouding blue eyes looked up at their tormentor…
"Why are you doing this?"
A cold, detached look, like he didn't realize he'd taken the young soul's innocence…
"Why?"
It amused him that the young turtle could still be so curious…
As if he hadn't already shown her the answer…
"Because you're mine now."
He took hold of her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes as he ground into her soul what she was now…
"You're mine, and no one can save you now."
He watched her heart shatter in his hands…