Winry's scream. Oh, that scream. Twas like pure cold-hearted music to Envy's ears.
Oh yes, he loved Winry Rockbell's scream.
Envy dove his face into Winry's neck and began to bite and nip at her pale flesh. And of course, left his mark.
Winry paled beneath him and whimpered at his touch.
He ran his hands up and down her fragile frame. Playing her like you'd see a professional musician play their lullaby.
His fingers roaming around her body as if the sin was knowledgeable with the female anatomy.
Envy tugged his lips up to Winry's trembling rose red, but chapped, lips. She held is gaze for at least a second. His purple orbs were hazed over with lust, not love, but lust.
And what Winry thought that when two people loved and married each other, they can see them undressed and do other things. But Winry was very sure she and this thing were not married. So this was sin. She was committing a sin.
No. It wasn't her. She's not doing this. He is. Envy was practically raping this poor girl.
Envy ran his hands behind her head and locked his fist with a handful of her golden main.
She cried out.
He grew harder.
Running his tongue up the blonde's neck and her heart paced. Already her eyes filled with tears making them shine like the stars. And her voice rung like a painful sad melody as she cried to his touches.
"Well, why, what's wrong with you?" Envy cooed, sick voice echoing across her flushed cheeks.
As if he didn't know. He just wanted to make it so much worse.
And, yes, it was working.
Winry whimpered out a bit when Envy nuzzled her colored cheeks. Her knees began to buck when he ran his tongue down her face, only to touch her lips before taking them with his own.
At first she tried to pull back but Envy held her in place. He tried to part her lips but she refused pushing against his chest. So he bit down on her lip to gain access. Which, he got.
Winry tried biting his tongue but then remembered what he might end up doing to her if she tried something like that. So she let him roam her from the inside.
He ran his tongue over every inch of her mouth. Every curve. Every nick and cranny of her mouth. . .he was there.
Groping her breast Envy began fumbling with her areola, pinching and pulling, causing the soft skin to grow hard, just as he was right now.
Unknowingly, Winry began to arch into his touch and started crying out in pleasure instead of pain.
It was then that Winry. . .Winry Rockbell, was kissing Envy. . .Envy the Jealous, her enemy, right back as he kissed her.
What was she doing? This wasn't her? She's not supposed to be kissing Envy.
This was wrong. This was all too wrong. What was she trying to do? He was practically raping her. Right? She's not supposed to want this. She's not supposed to actually want Envy to touch her. It's not right. Not at all. But here she was. . .
Envy rubbed himself up against Winry's, wait. . .wet? core. This actually shocked Envy. It really did.
" Oh, hell, what's this?" he stirred. "Your actually wet and waiting." Winry blushed. "I bet you're a virgin aren't you?" Winry went even redder by his blunt statement.
"I'll havta change that now wont I?"
Winry paled. Understandment dawned in. And she freaked.
"W-w-wai-wait!" She fused. "Ple-please, don't do this!" Envy licked her lips.
"Oh yes, I will."
Her stomach sunk. And Envy finally took her.
Winry's cries could be heard throughout the room, and maybe the next one over.
"What did I tell you about crying like that?" purred Envy, "It only turns me on so much more!"
Winry bit down on her lips to keep the sobs locked away. Though the whimpering, she couldn't stop.
It was painful. No doubt about it. Her pain seemed to be Envy's joy.
How could've she softened up to him like that. It was disgusting. She was disgusting. Horrible.
Winry turned her head away from Envy while still biting down on her lip and let the tears just run free.
No matter what the poor girl couldn't do a thing. Nothing she could've said would've stopped this evil bastard from destroying her innocence.
She couldn't have fought him. She couldn't have done anything. The only thing she could do was stand there and take it. It was sad, yes. But what could that poor child have done to make this go away. She hadn't not one person to save her. Hell, that's if there was someone out there looking for her. Maybe Edward. Maybe not. But right now, this girl needed a savior. . .no matter whom or what it was. Just not Envy.
It was almost a balance.
Did she like this or loath this? After the pain went away it began to feel somewhat good. But nonetheless, she didn't want this with Envy. . .did she?
No. She didn't. It made her sick. He made her sick. But then why was she enjoying this like she was? Wasn't she supposed to hate this? But if she tried to do anything against him he might get angry again and hit her. So she was doing a good thing by enjoying this. Saving herself from more torture.
That must've been the reason for it so.
-x-
It was cold and windy outside that night. Edward knew he should've gone earlier on that day, but things had to be in his way.
It was already dark out when Edward and Alphonse Elric walked down a dirt road in the middle of the night. It was a little damp from the small shower of rain they've been having for days on end.
Winry loves the smell of rain, Edward thought, then felt his heart sink when he done so. Winry.
He had to find her. They actually had an idea where she might be, but it was just a thought. They could've been wrong. Oh god, Edward was hoping they weren't.
The brothers walked in silence. Both of them feeling anxious the find their friend. Both of them feeling worried and frightened at the same time.
"Brother," Al, whom had broken the silence, whispered. "Where is this place your talking about?"
"it's a hidden passageway that lies beneath the old library that used to sit in Central."
"And this is where they might be?"
"Yes."
"Lets hope your right about this, Ed." Alphonse brushed his blonde hair back and hooked it behind his ear.
"Yeah, so do I."
-x-
Winry lye on the floor in the showers curled up into a tiny ball.
The shower water was hot as it ran down her body but no mater how it hot might be she still felt as cold as ice.
Her eyes burnt from crying so much. Her face was raw from the tears that stained her pretty face. The pain she felt became a part of her and she no longer felt it, she began to grow numb.
What had she done? She just left that monster take her virginity like it was nothing! But like she said before, it was only so he wouldn't hit her. Right?
Then god dammit why did she like it so much? What the hell was going on with her?
She felt so dirty. So nasty and disgusting. She was tainted with impurity now. How could she've done this? But then again, why not?
Winry couldn't hardly remember who she was. Maybe she was a whore? Maybe she was married? How old was she? Hell she didn't know. But what if she wasn't a whore? What if she wasn't married? And Envy took her just like that and she'd actually enjoyed it.
What if this Edward character was her lover? Her boyfriend? Would he be mad? What if he'd hate her and never actually come and try to save her? Was he even trying to save her? Did he even notice she was gone? What if no one even cared for her? What a life.
With these thoughts taking over her mind, Winry began to grow colder. She began to hate.
And oddly, she grew a little respect for Envy. If he hadn't have kidnapped her then she wouldn't have seen the world in these colors.
She then began to crave his touch. Wanting his warm hands on her once again. She actually wanted him to hurt her like he'd done so before. Strange. But she liked it.
Getting up and standing, Winry turned off the water and climbed out of the tub. She dried herself off and once again looked at her naked form in the mirror.
Before she hated what she'd seen. Now it only turned her on. Oh how odd it was to change in a matter of ten minutes…But by god, Winry had done it.
Noticing there were no clean cloths for her to put on, Winry so boldly walked out of the bathroom and into a darkly lit bedroom.
She instantly felt a cold pair of eyes burn on her skin. Envy.
Would he like her sudden change of attitude? Only one was to find out, she guessed.
Winry slanted over to where a purple-eyed sin laid sprawled across a bed. His shadowy figure laying on its back facing her with its cold eyes.
As she got closer she noticed his cruel grin dancing on his face. Oh how it made her melt.
Envy noticed her sudden change of character as soon as she waltz out of his bathroom. Yes, he liked.
The bed cried out from the pressure as Winry let one knee onto it, then the other and began to crawl over to her sinner, breast swaying all the way.
It was then she noticed he was not wearing any clothes as if he had something planned when she returned.
She swung her leg over his torso when she got herself back and then everything dawned in. What the hell was she attempting?
It was as if someone else had taken over her body of that small amount of time. Did she have a split personality?
She began to panic when Envy stopped her from moving by grabbing her legs and pulling her back down onto his, once again, throbbing sex.
She cried out. Winry wasn't sure if it was from pleasure or pain. But like before, she enjoyed it.
He began to force her to ride his shaft, though really, there was not forcing.
Up and down she had went, coaxing his member with her juices, breast bouncing all the way.
Soft and supple moans escaped her mouth as lowers grunts and groans came from his.
Envy ran his hands across her thighs and grabbed her ass, shoving her down harder onto him.
That caused a reaction. Winry squeaked as he had done it once again. The impact of slamming her down like that hurt her breast but to her confusion, it felt nice. Was she becoming a sadist?
Most likely.
Winry felt herself being pulled into her climax too soon. Her face scrunched and her breathing stopped as she collected herself in her high. Not soon after the sin followed her too.
He shoved her off of him and she landed on her side. The bed sheets softly kissed her skin as she fell on top of them.
Nonmoving, she laid there and watched as Envy got up and left. He told her he'd be right back and she once again felt that empty and disgusting feeling.
She enjoyed what she'd just felt but hates who it was with. But she's the one who started it and then Envy finished it.
She hates Envy and everything about him. But then loves how he makes her feel.
What is becoming of her?