I was trying to find my boxers when Grimmjow got back. My shirt was in plain sight, still where I left it from the whip incident but my boxers had been haphazardly tossed into one of the piles of shit that I was surprised I didn't run into in the dark on the first night. Most of it was soiled clothes that both smelled and looked too horrible to wear and grungy porn mags, but there had been some weird stuff like a full set of knives that were crusted in dried blood and a kid's doll.
"Strip." Grimmjow's tone left no room for argument, but I resisted anyways. I gave in when he pulled my shirt with the intent to rip it off of me, not wanting to lose my only article of clothing.
He set a bowl of water and a short stack of towels on the bed, motioning for me to come over and sit down. I reluctantly obliged. I had gotten pretty dirty in the short time that I had been here, with dried bloodstains here and there and a thin layer of sweat and dirt covering my body.
"The showers are down, so we're gonna have to make do." He dips a towel in the water and brushes it against the back of my neck. I jump away but he pulls me back by the waist, this time between his legs so my back is facing him.
"Jesus, just because I'm a prisoner or something doesn't mean I don't know how to wash myself! Get off!"
"Hold still or I'll tie you up again Kurosaki. Don't think I'm being easy on you just because you're a great fuck." The words make me shudder. The intercourse I had with him was the last thing I wanted to be reminded of at this moment or any other moment for that matter.
Grimmjow is surprisingly gentle with his movements, holding me carefully and wiping the grime off me with sure strokes. There was a lot of blood around my shoulder that the hickey he kept opening was on, and it stung to be cleaned. After getting a majority of the blood off me, Grimmjow let me finish cleaning myself. When I finished, he pushed me over onto my back.
He must have known how anxious I was from the movement, and pushed between my shoulder blades to keep me down.
"I'm not going to fuck you, relax. I just need to see if there's any serious damage." A washcloth swipes at my entrance, and I yelp at the cold sensation.
"Stop it!"
"Christ, you're like one of those tiny dogs that barks a storm whenever any shit happens. Seriously, relax."
He sticks a finger halfway into my entrance and moves it around slowly before pulling it out. It hurts, but my whole lower half hurts so there's nothing surprising about that.
The door slams open while I'm in the middle of putting my shirt back on. I quickly pull the hem down to cover my exposed lower half as a man with long blonde hair that's very well kept makes harsh eye contact with Grimmjow. I'm not sure why everyone here has quirky hairstyles, but at the same time I can't question it while having bright orange hair.
"Jaegerjaques, Aizen wants us all in the conference room with the seireitei kids as a progress report or something. He's getting antsy for some reason and wants them ready for use by the end of the week."
I flinch a little at the word "use". I had almost forgotten why I was here, between all the fighting and humiliation.
"You have half an hour to find that beanpole a pair of pants." I realized the beanpole he's referring to is me, and flipped his retreating figure off.
Grimmjow sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"Well I'm not going to Szayel again, and you seemed to be having a grand time looking through all the shit in this room when I came in, so why don't you find something to wear?"
"I don't know if you've realized this yet, but everything in this room is as shitty as you are."
"It's either this or nothing bitch. I would start looking if I was you."
After a lot of searching and around five fights with Grimmjow, I find a mostly clean pair of shorts and pull them on. The draft feels both nice and more than a little nasty. Grimmjow found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter while I was throwing stuff around looking for the pants, and he had smoked half the pack by the time I had pushed everything back into its piles. I hadn't done this to keep the room clean, but rather so if Grimmjow decided to attack me in the dark I wouldn't trip on anything or fall on something sharp. The knife set was still weird.
Grimmjow stood and walked towards me, cigarette dangling loosely from his mouth. I went to kick him in the knee but he quickly bent and grabbed my leg, his grip tight as he used my lack of balance to push me into the wall, knee folding into my chest.
"You look hot wearing my clothes."
"Remind me to take these off as soon as I can." He smirked and ran his hand through my hair. I grabbed his wrist and flung it away from me. His fist came back and slammed into the wall, cracking the plaster and getting dust on my shoulder. My eyes widened. I had felt the wind from that punch. If it had hit me, I would be dead.
"Isn't the meeting soon?" I said, trying to move on. Grimmjow pulled a flip phone out of his pocket and checked the time.
"Five minutes. Looks like I'll have to fuck you here later." Letting go of my leg, he pulled me by my hair towards the door as I clawed at his hand.
We walked down the long hallways, Grimmjow mostly dragging me as I resisted as much as I could while he had that grip on my head. I gave in when it felt like my hair was going to be pulled out by the roots.
Ambling up to keep his pace, I walked quickly next to Grimmjow to keep from growing bald at the ripe young age of seventeen. I heard the sound of him opening the door and saw the floor of the terrible room I had woken up in just a few days earlier.
He let go of my hair and the first thing I noticed was that all of the other Seireitei pushers were naked and severely beaten up. They all had dead looks in her eyes, like what Renji had had before.
How had this happened so quickly? Was Grimmjow actually the most decent person in this hell hole?
They looked like walking corpses.
A man stood at the center of the room. He had slicked back brown hair, and a look in his eyes that was like Szayel's but several times stronger. Though I had just been washed, I felt like I needed ten more showers. Grimmjow pushed me into a bowing position.
"Respect your superiors, especially Aizen you bastard."
Aizen. The name sounded familiar. I vaguely remembered the name from the first day here, Grimmjow announcing his plan to this person.
"Let go of me Grimmjow. I'm not going to bow to this fuckface."
I could feel the eyes of everyone on me, the hollowing ones of the Seireitei and the steely ones of a Las Noches that were stretched wide with shock.
Of course, Grimmjow immediately whacked me in the head, letting go of my head and swinging a solid kick straight into my ribs.
I fell onto my knees gasping for air. Damn, he had a hard kick. But Grimmjow wasn't done. He pulled me up by my hair and held me out towards Aizen like game that a hunter shot being held up for all to see.
"Apologize."
I simply shook my head and flipped them both off with the little strength I had. I was gonna be killed for this and I knew it. I was better off dead anyways.
"My Grimmjow, you must have a feisty one. He also seems to be well treated, clothed and cleaned. I don't even see signs of injury besides that kick you just gave him. Is what Szayel true? Are you really growing soft on me?"
Aizen stepped forward so my face was less than an inch from his crotch while I was on my knees.
"Lift him up."
I was immediately hauled up, head held back to expose my throat and my right arm twisted behind my back. I couldn't have done much even if I was free honestly. That kick felt like it had broken something.
"I hope you all haven't been this soft, or this whole project will be a waste of time. Grimmjow, you're in luck. Your pet gets to be an example."
The area just beneath my right collarbone stings slightly. I look down to see a knife buried to the hilt in the area.
My eyes widened.
When the hell did he do this?
Aizen reaches up and tugs out the bloody blade. I notice that it's thankfully short as blood begins to pour from the wound. I yell out in pain.
"Grimmjow you have fifteen seconds to make this boy scream in agony. If you don't do it, I'm taking him as my own."
The blood loss begins to make me feel faint, but I scream when the cigarette Grimmjow was smoking is shoved into my wound.
"Louder."
He grinds it in and goes so far as to dig the wound open with his fingertips. I can't tell how much I scream but I'm pretty sure I'm either dead or unconscious.
Faintly, I hear Aizen's words. "It's enough for now. But the next time that boy's presence graces this room, he will be mine if he does something like that again. Gin, take him back to Grimmjow's room. Everyone else can leave. I would like to speak with Grimmjow alone."
Someone picks me up, hauls me over their shoulders in a fireman's carry. I'm in too much pain to protest. He starts talking as we turn through the many hallways.
"Well, yer quite the trouble maker. Look at all o'this blood, Someone is goin ta have a helluva time cleanin it up. Ya best feel lucky that ya caught Aizen in a good mood; otherwise ya'd be dead."
He drops me on the floor of Grimmjow's room.
"Though in my opinion, I'm pretty sure Grimm's gonna kill you first."
I hear the door close as I drift into unconsciousness.