Amaya made her way into her house, her mind still stuck on her moment she just shared with shuichi, although she was happy that she finally got to experience her first kiss with her bestfriend, she felt a little bad that they kissed and he has a girlfriend, even though amaya hated his girlfriend, it still wasn't the right thing to do.

Amaya just shrugged the situation off and went upstairs to change out of her uniform, so she can get started on cleaning up and making dinner before the rest of her family came home. When amaya got to her room, she closed the door behind her and sat her bag down, she went over to her dresser and pulled out a black tank top and some black shorts, and stripped her uniform off and put her cleaning clothes on. When amaya turned around to walk out of her room, she heard a knock on her door, she was startled to say the least, she knew for a fact that her family didn't get home until at least 7:30, she looked over at her digital clock, the green number flashing 6:45pm across the screen, she wondered who it was.

She walked over to her door and opened it, revealing the handsome, yet terrible face of her foster father, she expected to see him stumbling around and be the drunkard she knew him to be, but he didn't, and to her surprise, he wasn't even drunk.

" Yes kazuya, is there anything I could help you with?" She said, her eyes locking with the floor.

He didn't say anything in return to her, he just stared at her, and she could feel his intense gaze burning a hole on the top of her head. She jumped in surprise when she felt his hand on her chin, lifting her head up so she could look him in the eyes.

Her heart started racing, and not in a good way, she was always uncomfortable around kazuya, especially when he was drunk, but he was sober today, and she didn't know what to expect, but she got an idea when she saw him leaning his head down towards her, and she immediately pulled her head away from his hand and backed away from him, going further into her room.

He had a shocked, yet angered look on his face.

" Why the hell did you pull away?! What, am I not good enough for you?! You can kiss that red headed punk, but you can't kiss me?!" He said as he came in her room and grabbed her by her arm.

" Kazuya, please let go, your hurting me." She pleaded with him.

He smirked down at her, his smile full of malice, his face looking so sadistic.

" I'm hurting you?" He said softly. " Oh, you haven't seen pain yet." He said sadistically while throwing her on her bed.

" please, kazuya, stop this!" Amaya screamed, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

" No way in hell will I stop, you see, I have a thing for beautiful girls, and you my dear, are as beautiful as they come, so just do me a favor, and make this easy on yourself, or we can do this the hard way, either way, I'll be satisfied." He said while laughing a sadistic laugh.

Amaya tried to get up and run, but he caught her by the arm and threw her back on the bed.

" So I see we're gonna have to do this the hard way, hahaha, I'm fine with that." He said while he started taking off his clothes.

He stripped off all of his clothes and made his way onto her bed, she continuously tried to get out of the room, but he always caught her and threw her back on the bed.

" If you get off this bed again, I'll show you pain that you can't even fathom! Now make this easy for yourself and take off your damn clothes!" He screamed at her.

Amaya ignored his instructions and sat still in her place, she was afraid to move a muscle.

"Oh so you wanna play like that, and not follow directions, ok." He said.

:: Lemon ahead ::

He crawled on her bed, and she tried to move back as much as possible but the wall prohibited that, so he grabbed her arm, yanked her away from the wall, and pushed her on her back in the middle of the bed and crawled on top of her. He grabbed her shirt and started yanking on it, struggling to get it off, Amaya heard a ripping sound, indicating that her shirt was ripping and she panicked, and instinctively did what she did when she felt she was in danger, kick, punch, slap, scratch, but nothing was working. He grabbed her hands and held both of her hands down with one of his hands, and he continued to rip off her shirt until it was nothing but a crumpled mess on her floor.

" Your so beautiful." He said while gazing at her, stroking her breasts through her black bra.

" Get off of me!" She screamed while thrashing around, trying to get him off.

But he ignored her command and continued to fondle her bra clad breasts.

" I can't wait to have you, that's when I really want to hear you scream." He said as his free hand worked its way down to her shorts, easily slipping them off.

" Your acting crazy kazuya, why are you doing this, you have a wife!" Amaya screamed.

" I'm tired of her, she's old news, I want something new and fresh." He said as he stared at her almost nude body.

" Please let me go!" She screamed desperately.

" No." He said darkly as he ripped her panties off with his bare hands. He stroked himself, then aligned himself at her entrance, not giving her time to prepare herself for the worst, he plunged himself deep inside of her, forever tainting her innocence, and ruining her virgin body.

Amaya screamed in pain as kazuya continued to thrust inside of her, not giving her fragile body time to a just to his length, each of his thrusts brought more and more pain, and her body was put through torment, never had she ever felt anything like this before, her lower regions ached with pains she never knew existed.

Eventually amaya went into shock, her mind shut down and she could no longer feel anything physically, mentally, or emotionally. She wasn't aware of anything, it was as if she was floating in a dark abyss, wanting to stay there forever. She didn't hear the disgusting moans and grunts that came from his mouth, she didn't feel his disgusting member plunging in and out of herself, she didn't feel when he pulled out and came all on her stomach, and for that, she was grateful.

Kazuya collapsed next to amaya, panting hard, trying to catch his breath.

He looked over at amaya's face and smiled his sadistic smile.

" See, it wasn't that bad now was it?" He asked, amusement shinning in his eyes.

He just smiled wider when he received no response from her.

" You see, you've experienced so much pleasure, your speechless." He said while getting up off of her bed and looking over at the digital clock that read 7:23pm." Now you better hurry up and get cleaned up, ayumi should be on her way home, and you know she expects the house to be clean and dinner to be made." He said while grabbing his clothes and walking over to her door.

" I'm in the mood for lasagna tonight." He said to her as he walked out.

Amaya had heard what he said, the minute he pulled out of her, her mind was pulled out of its shock, but she didn't make a move to get up, she just lied there, wanting nothing more but to die this very moment.

Amaya didn't know when it happened, she didn't feel her eyes drooping, she didn't feel when the silence of her room lulled her into a dreamless sleep. Amaya didn't know how long she had been napping, but she was soon pulled out of her peaceful dream with a slap across her cheek, leaving her face red and stingy.

Amaya's eyes slowly slid open and immediately she saw two angry, stormy grey eyes.

"What the hell do you think your doing?! To busy pleasuring yourself that you forgot to clean my fucking house and make dinner!" Ayumi yelled in her face.

Amaya didnt flinch away like she normally would, she just slowly looked down a her still nude body.

" Now I'm going to say this once, get the fuck up, clean my house, and cook my fucking dinner!" Ayumi said while grabbing amaya's hair. " and don't let this mistake happen again, or you'll be sorry!" She said as she released amaya's hair and walked out of her room.

Amaya watched ayumi walk out of her room, then slowly got out of her bed, not wincing once, even when her private part was protesting against movement, and aching in pain.

She grabbed the bloody white sheets off of her bed and threw them into a corner of her room, then she walked over to her dresser and pulled out an over sized T-shirt, some baggy sweatpants, and her undergarments, and she walked to the bathroom.

Her shower was quick, but pleasant, the hot water relaxing her aching parts and joints and giving her little relief, she wished she could stay in it forever, but unfortunately, she couldn't, so she washed and got out, dried herself off and put on her clothes. She walked over to the mirror and looked at her reflection, she had no idea who the girl staring back at her was, her lifeless, dull black hair, her dull brown/golden eyes, the permanent frown that marred her face, she didn't recognize this girl. Amaya put her hair up in a ponytail, then walked out of the bathroom and made her way down the stairs, she walked to the kitchen and got started on cooking the lasagna, when she got finished making the lasagna and put it in the stove to cook, she made some salad to go with it, then she got started on cleaning the house, which is always a mess when she come home from school.

Thirty minutes later, she was done with everything, she set the table for her family and put food on their plates and lemonade in their cups, then she turned around and went up the stairs to her room, knowing that the other kids would be home and the adults would be coming downstairs in a minute.

Amaya fell onto her bed as soon as she got into her room, wanting nothing more than for sleep to claim her, so she fell asleep.

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