Chapter Nine: Scheherazade, Kirameki no Naka de...
IX.
A scar.
A horrible scar.
Everyone…
Dead…
She wanted….
She couldn't…
Oblivion….
What WAS IT?
She had no idea…
Cloudy….
Hazy…
Hypnosis…
Hypnotized….
His eyes…
Those unearthly eyes…
Nothing would compare to them…
Nothing at all…
Gone, gone, gone…..
All gone…
All because of her….
'Have you no shame, you whore?!'
She was still in his grasp, literally frozen and listening to every word he had to say, before she would say anything, he lunged onto her, unable to suppress the animal instinct that was inside him any longer, giving her a long and hard kiss, snaking his arms 'round her waist, her arms free to push him away all to no avail.
He then let his tongue push past her lips and explore the inside of her mouth; she froze and inwardly shuddered at his tongue's texture. She struggled once gain to part from him, but it was no use. She couldn't even breathe he was suffocating her so much. He then sat up on the bed, moving her with him, and let his hand lower itself down her back, to her backside and he grabbed hold of it.
She pushed away, finally able to breathe again, her face flushed from the lack of air and from sheer embarrassment, but still very much in his circle of arms. That didn't last for long when he let himself fall forward on the bed, so she would be on her back again, falling in a heap. This was extremely uncomfortable for her, even if they were on a bed because his hand was still on her backside, groping her and letting tingling sensations rise inside her.
"Don't tell me you don't enjoy it when my hands are all over you, my sweet Serenity." Marik replied, lowering his head to press his lips against her ear. "You yearn for my touch, Serenity. You can't deny this anymore." He then let his tongue flick the shell of her ear, feeling her shiver under his grip.
He took a step further in enticing his little Serenity by gently nibbling her earlobe, hearing her cry out in shock and pain. She held onto his forearms, her cry music to his ears.
A cacophony would soon rise from hem both in a matter of time.
"Let….me…go…you….creature…." She uttered indignantly, heavy breaths escaping from her. She refused to give in to the monster, not again, once was bad enough. She wouldn't dare let herself be prey to him again.
Marik lifted his head to face her, in close proximity of their faces. He looked at her, eye to eye, mouth to mouth, and replied:
"Never."
The single word, that one word was enough for her to let go of all hope of possible escape.
He then let his tongue lick the side of her face, the dry blood still delicious after so long. She was in shock, horrified by the contact of his wet tongue on her skin, so paralyzed that she nearly fainted but she had to keep awake.
The long licks from his tongue lapped up the dry blood from her face, leaving his wetness upon her skin. She shuddered at the feel of him, her insides twisted inside out at the very disgust she had for him now. She felt violated, feeling his dirt cling to her form and his essence upon her, something that she could never wash away.
His sensual actions and forwardness were strangely intriguing and very arousing without her permission.
But she knew that he was a monster, a horrible and nightmarish entity.
A living personification of a nightmare.
The definition of a nightmare.
She knew…..she knew…
She didn't want to say it.
She didn't want to even want to think about it.
But it was true.
It was all true.
A nightmarish entity.
He wasn't human.
He was using the shell of a human.
A shell….
Something hostile….hollow….
With no remorse….
No guilt….
No sadness…
No feelings…
No humanity….
Only a shell for wanton destruction…
Of the body and the mind…
Selected...
A hollow shell…
An empty shell…
Filled until there is nothing left…
Filled until there is absolutely nothing left…
Nothing left….
'I don't understand…'
"Stop it."
The tongue gestures upon her face ceased for a moment.
What was this?
"Pardon me?"
Mocking.
"Stop it, Marik. Just stop it."
"Why should I?"
"Because this is wrong."
Eyes staring at the other.
Deep chasms.
Void of colors.
"I am the darkness, Serenity."
"What do you mean?"
"I am the anger, hatred, and the rage against this shell's world, the world which you live in. Without me, there would be no chaos, no Oblivion, and without you, there would not be any innocence in the cruel world. Less innocent and more corrupt….we must come together, Serenity, so we can reach Oblivion."
"No."
"You must."
"Never!"
"You have no other choice."
"NO!!!"
That word spelled out the rest for her.
In swelling rage and even more swelling arousal, he kissed her again, a bruising kiss that countered the seemingly affectionate gesture. His lust and rage amalgamated at that moment.
She thrashed in his grip, almost bruising to the point of breaking a limb, his lips still upon hers, locked and sealing her of her voice.
'Stopitstopitstopstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopit – STOP IT!!!!'
Her mind screamed and yelled at Marik, pleading him to desist and release her, but what was holy would soon be corrupted, to be soon in Oblivion.
One of his hands reached to the front of her nightgown and in one swift jerk, he ripped the fabric away, making it into only a remnant of her purity, exposing her flattened but voluptuous breasts. He released her lips so he would make his way down her chest and kiss/lick her breasts to the fullest extent of his long tongue.
She shuddered violently, her hands clinging to the sheets underneath her, tears blurring and distorting her vision, her nerves betraying her. Her breath hitched and she moaned in agony.
She wanted to be numb at that moment.
She wanted to be numb.
She didn't want to feel him upon her skin.
She didn't want to feel him violate her body.
She wanted to feel nothing at all.
She wanted to be numb of everything.
She had truly been frozen.
She uttered a cry when his teeth bit her sore nipple, tugging it and teasing it with his tongue as if it was a plaything.
She WAS NOT a plaything.
His other hand grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly, his nails digging into her skin. She cried out in anguish as his sharp nails began to make blood ooze and rise out of small, newborn cuts, the red liquid forming rivers down her hand.
He pulled his hand away and licked the blood off his fingers, his tongue wrapping around, making a coil around the nimble instruments.
Serenity moaned in pain and let her hands rest on the sheets, blood dripping from her wounded hand and marking itself on the bed.
Staining white upon red…
Just like before…
It has to go away….
Just like before….
It will dye…
Unless it was cleansed…
Unless it was pure again….
She will never be clean again…
Never ever.
Never ever.
"Isn't it ironic, my dear? Evil triumphs over good, the dragon ensnares the beautiful princess, and the world sinks out of existence. Face it, my dear, my sweet little flower, you are no longer pure. Once you have seen me, you will never be pure again. You will be mine forever."
He lifted away the part of the nightgown that covered her lower body and placed his hands on her hips.
He unzipped himself.
Her eyes.
Freeing himself.
Her hair.
Straddled her.
Her face.
Closer…
Her form…
Closer….
Her mind….
A little closer….
Purple into hazel…
Nothingness…..
"Forever."
Fragile.
Tell me again…
I love you….
Once more….
I love you!
He thrust into her, feeling her warmth around him, shuddering with every thrust he gave her.
Nirvana….
She wailed to the heavens above her, pleading them to take her from the hell that she was in.
Yes.
This was her hell.
This was her hell.
His creation of darkness.
Her prison.
Her agony and pleasure rolling into one.
Nirvana.
Oblivion.
It all made sense now.
Senses….
Tingling….
She was falling….
Still falling….
His hell to her.
It was too late for her.
She would never be free.
No salvation.
No end in sight.
No sight of Death to take her.
He….
The monster….
He was taking her!!!!!
She wanted him to stop.
She wanted him to vanish.
HELP!!!!
Someone, help me!!!
Joey!!
Pharaoh!!!!!
Someone help me!!!!
It's no use.
What?
You're mine now.
Forever?
FOREVER!!!
NO!
Forever and ever!!
No, no, no, NO!!!!!!!!!!
Oh yes, yes, yes!!!
NO!!! This can't be!!!!
Oh, yes it can, my dear.
He thrust inside her, and she screamed.
After every thrust, she cried out, the sensations of pleasure and pian unbearable and aching for release.
Not the release he wanted, but what she wanted.
Freedom.
She wanted to be free from him, but he held on too tightly.
He kept fucking her senseless, the bed beginning to move beneath her.
It was horrifying.
A nightmare.
A horrible nightmare.
Not this time…
It wasn't a dream.
It was not a nightmare.
It was reality.
The senses she felt were real.
Almost too real.
No.
This couldn't happen.
It shouldn't.
It mustn't.
It wouldn't.
Not now!
Not then!
Not ever again!!!
This wasn't real.
This was all wrong.
All wrong!!!
Chains binding her to him….
No release yet.
Endless torture…
It took forever to be cleansed.
It will begin again.
She arched at one of his vicious thrusts.
"Marik…"
She voiced to him.
Specks of blood pooling on the bed.
Night overcame her.
A nightmare has come true.
This wasn't real.
It was real.
Stopitstopitstopstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopitstopit – STOP IT!!!!
Have you no shame, you whore?!
WHORE!!!! HOW DARE YOU CALL HEAVEN!!!!!
It was lingering.
The pleasure…
Too perfect for this cruel act.
Too perfect for her.
Too perfect for anything.
I love you…
Those three words…
They mean so much…
Thet mean nothing too.
This wasn't love.
This was….
No, she didn't want to think of it.
She kept her eyes closed.
"Look at me, Serenity."
She opened them.
He was in pleasure.
She was in pain and his pleasure.
She was pain all over, agony of losing her friends, her only brother, and her purity to the monster that killed them all, who took everything away from her.
This was taking forever….
Just get it over so he would leave her alone.
Only for a while, though.
Only until….
Oh no….
The release…
She felt it coming.
He felt it too.
It was inevitable.
She couldn't even breathe…
He was too caught in his ecstasy.
She was in agony.
The descent to hell was soon.
Very soon.
He couldn't stop, mumbling and uttering the language she couldn't understand in rapture.
She wanted him to stop.
But there was no stopping it.
Fire all at once.
Fire and endless pain.
Warped, whipped and tormented inside and out.
You like this, don't you?
I don't!
LIAR!!!
You're enjoying this, you masochist, you…
Mocking laughter.
You enjoy having him fuck you senseless
Even if you don't want it…
You're punishing yourself..
You're letting him fuck you until you have atoned.
SHUT UP!!!
Oh come on, you're a masochist in letting him take you.
Face it – admit it – confess – let it all out…
You are punching yourself because you let him kill them…
What – no….that can't be!
Heh heh….you are stabbing yourself for being in pain and letting him kill them, poor helpless brother of yours and his friends.
Stop it!!!
Here it comes, Serenity….let go…
Wha-
It was no use.
Without rhythm…
She was close.
He was close.
White light…
Soon…
Finally.
She cried out in both agony and in high rapture, arching against him, what she did not want him to see.
He saw her.
Perfect, it was too perfect.
Then…
He roared out his pleasure, muscles pumping in his groin, moaning out his long-awaited orgasm.
For the first time, Marik felt complete.
Whole.
A part of him was soon found after his Serenity came along with him.
It was complete.
It was whole.
It was the state of nirvana.
Of absolute being, as they say.
Nothing existed in this world except him and her.
Himself.
His Serenity.
Oblivion was sought and found.
Null and void of anything.
Oblivion was this.
Where pleasure never, ever left.
They will be together.
She will see soon enough.
They would always be together.
Forever and ever.
White…
Searing….
The fire…
Pleasure…
Bliss….
Sweat….
Beads of it all.
Shimmering…
Still in the light…
In the dark….
How confusing…
…It all is….
Still in the haze…
Still in the glitter…
Everything turned white and shattered, just like that.
Soon it ended.
It came.
And it ended.
IX.
A/N: Sorry for the late update – again – there was school, play rehearsals, convention preparations, etc. before anyone asks, she did not actually enjoy it or want it. That was simply her body responding automatically to stimuli, which is something I've been told can happen during rape. I wrote this in less detail than usual, just so I wouldn't traumatize anyone by accident.
A/N (2): Speaking of which, I do not condone rape or even write about it as much. In fact, this was my first and hopefully my last. I've only implied it in other fics, but understand that it is a terrible crime. I only put this in to show that Marik has enough power to do such a thing to Serenity, not just because she can allow him to take her as she did previously. Mark this, everyone – nonconsensual sex is not love and is unforgivable. It is not the victim's fault, only the attacker's. Don't flame me for this and understand that.
Soundtrack:
"Rosenrot (Northern Lite Remix by Northern Lite)" Rammstein
"Mezzanine" Massive Attack
"Dangerous Power (Cicada Remix)" Gabriel & Dresden
"Traffic" Tiësto