Chapter Ten: Ame ni Utau Tanshikyoku
"The opposite of love is not hate, it is apathy. Apathy is when you would do nothing for someone. Love is when you would do anything." – Anonymous
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Hell…
She was in hell…
For all time now…
The Morningstar…
Exiled…
Banished from Heaven…
A dominion of the pure…
Sent to hell…
Domain of the beasts…
Rebellion…
In hell…
She was in the hell of now…
No past…
No present…
No future…
All is fog…
All is nothing now…
What is left is now empty…
So empty…
So hollow…
Oh how hollow…
Serenity opened her eyes, sore and fluttering, blinking sleepily and raising an arm over her head, fingers almost numb from lack of movement for a while. How long it was, she couldn't remember. She blinked again, and she turned on her side to see an empty spot next to her.
He was gone again.
Now I must remember…
She remembered.
Being in the haze…
Being in the glitter…
Everything turned white and shattered.
It ended – it came and ended.
She winced as she began to sit up, her body sore from head to feet, and began to look around the room. It was still pristine, though she saw that her stained nightgown was chucked into a corner carelessly, almost as if it was nothing.
Serenity felt a huge wave of relief in her chest when she took a second look at the empty spot next to her.
Where did he go?
She didn't want him to come back ever.
Never again.
That monster.
He had taken her.
Again.
He was not a human.
Not anymore.
He was in a pretty shell of a human, but he was a demon encased inside. She refused to have herself being taken by him again, but he held her against him.
He took her, overwhelmed by his desire to have her forever, in his possession and in his hands, forcing her into his world of nightmares. He used her body and made her unclean and impure, his own doll to play with and twist at his command.
She hated him.
She hated him indeed.
Her fingers clutched the sheet that she held to her bare chest, covering her body from the sudden chill in the room. The room was still pristine, except for the lingering memory of what had occurred previously in the soon-to-be forsaken space.
She let her eyes wander from left to right in search of a clock or another time-keeping device. She didn't know how long she had been his captive or what it was; all she knew that it was too long, having felt like an eternity in hell. This should have been just a nightmare, a horrible dream conjured by her inner demons and one that she could wake up from, knowing very well that when she woke up, everything would be all right.
She rubbed her eyes and sighed heavily – no, this wasn't a dream or nightmare. This was reality, his reality and her reality.
Serenity shifted in her place when she felt something dry yet wet under the covers, something that smelled of copper. She almost didn't want to know, but without any second thoughts, she flipped the sheets away from her and saw a red stain that was smeared, half dry and half wet, and remnants of that blood were still smeared on the inside of her thighs.
She immediately scrambled away from the spot, a horrified gasp uttered from her lips and her eyes widened in shock and revulsion. She flinched in pain, her nerves on fire and tender to the touch. It hurt when she moved, likewise to when he took her so forcefully. She remembered the sensation of a red river polling from underneath her, when he took her once more.
Specks of blood pooling on the bed…
Serenity shook violently, flashes of what had occurred mercilessly blinding her memory and her sanity.
He thrust inside her, and she screamed.
After every thrust, she cried out, the sensations of pleasure and pain 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.
Her breathing became heavy and ragged at the very scene playing in her head, tormenting her and chaining her to him, the monster named Marik. She clutched at her head, pulsating and aching when it continued to play in her head against her will.
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.
She began to rock back and forth, biting her lip until it bled, feeling it trickle down her chin but ignoring it as the memory soon concluded.
She cried out in both agony and in high rapture, arching against him, what she did not want him to see.
He saw her.
HAVE YOU NO SHAME, YOU WHORE?!
Serenity couldn't fight it off any longer, letting out a high-pitched cry loud enough to be heard from the hallway emerge from her lips. It was a cry of agony and pain, physically, emotionally and mentally, and she had to let it out or otherwise she would have gone insane at keeping it all in. It was a cry of her torment, her bottled emotion, her silenced sadness and misery, of being weak to do anything and to let the monster take her over and over.
It was cathartic and pure insanity.
She finally couldn't scream anymore, her throat being scratchy and not having any sustenance for a while, and she curled into a ball, hugging legs close to her chest and her face buried on her knees. She couldn't take it anymore – she had to escape, but how?
Telltale footsteps.
Serenity shot her head up immediately as the footsteps became very close, the noise almost pounding in her ears and becoming agonizingly close.
Oh no.
Not him again.
She buried her head again, shivering as the door swiftly slid open, feeling the presence of the monster envelop her very form. The footsteps kept again closer to the bed, to her, until they finally stopped.
There was silence.
A dead silence.
It was almost deafening.
Make it stop.
"Well, well, well….was that you I just heard from down the hall? Were you begging for my return, or was it just so you could be heard? Believe me when I say that you have been heard many times already." Marik made himself comfortable on the left side of the bed and inched a little closer to Serenity, who was shivering in her little corner.
"Don't touch me." She spoke, her voice muffled.
Marik didn't falter; he chuckled at her attempt at bravery. "Don't make me laugh, little Serenity. How can I resist not to touch you….my beautiful Serenity…you look so helpless now." He inched a little closer now, a little too close for her. "At least let me comfort you…you're shaking…it's almost tempting me, my dear. You are almost tempting me, beautiful Serenity."
As he now sat in front of her shivering form, he let one hand out and gently ran it down her quivering leg, feeling her stiffen at the very sensation of it.
"We are the only ones here in this ship, on this very island, just what I had hoped for. Ever since I saw first laid eyes on you, when I dueled against your unfortunate friend Mai, I couldn't help but wish that you were dueling against me, not your pathetic friend. That's right - I wished that you dueled against me, so I would see how much fight you would have. But your submission is what I had really hoped for."
He put a hand on top of her head and gently pulled her head up so she would look him right in the eye, his fingers curled in the strands of her hair. She had tears streaming down her flushed face, her eyes bloodshot but wide in fright. She knew that she was completely at her captor's mercy once again.
He grinned.
"My dear Serenity, you do realize that you are all mine, do you? You, in all of your beauty, are mine for the taking. You always have." Marik then let the hand holding her hair travel to her face, his fingers trailing her tear-stained face, her quivering chin down to her chest. His hands diligently traced themselves around the curves of her breasts, feeling her shudder underneath his touch.
"Why anyone else has not laid a finger on you, I will never know. Why wouldn't they have already tainted you, my dear? At least they had left you for me to corrupt, and that is good enough for me." A salacious grin crept on his face as his hands kept at their journey down from her stomach to her trembling legs, the caked blood marring the pure skin.
Blood upon ivory was a sight to behold for him.
"You look so beautiful frightened, dear Serenity. So helpless, longing for protection, a guardian, a knight in shining armor to sweep you off your feet." Both his hands went toward the inside of her thighs and he lowered his face so he would part her legs.
Serenity found herself immobile, helpless and completely paralyzed. She bit her lip again, this time hard enough to forever mar her lips. She didn't know what to do; was he going to take her again?
"My dear, I'm here for you. I'll be your bloody knight of shining armor, covered from head to toe with the lifeblood of the foolish creatures who attempt to have you for their own." Marik had two fingers trace her inner thigh, pleased by her stifled gasp and quivering body. "No one will take you away from me, not now, not ever." He then let his long tongue trail up and down her thigh tasting the dry blood and her ivory skin, still delectable upon his taste buds.
She shook and trembled under his teasing ministrations, eyes now shut tight. She couldn't take it anymore – he was teasing her, mocking her of how weak she was. She clenched her fists; her arms were by her side and lying idle, almost numb. Her heart pounded in her chest, so loud that she was afraid that he was going to hear it. She had to do something, or else he would take her again.
She couldn't bear the thought of having him take her again; the monster who made her life now a living hell.
She couldn't.
She just couldn't.
Her friends.
Her brother.
They didn't deserve to suffer.
No.
No they didn't.
"NO!!" With that said, she used her once numb arms to shove Marik away from her, jumping off the bed and running from him to the corner of the room. She reached the place and soon found herself hyperventilating; she was so unsure of what to do then, not knowing what to expect. She could have run a little more, having the door swung open and run endlessly down the hallways. But she felt as if Marik had a magnet on her, forcing her to be as close to him as possible. She didn't want him near her again.
She put her hands on her head, almost ready to tear her hair out she was so frightened and so frustrated. She then hugged the wall from behind, fully knowing that she was trapped in this very room with the monster.
"Don't touch me, Marik!! Just stay away from me! Just leave me alone!!! If you love me that much, then just kill me! Kill me and let me be with my brother!! Don't touch me ever again!!!" Serenity shouted at the top of her lungs at Marik, who looked rather shocked at her emotional outburst. She felt so dirty, so violated, her skin tingling and crawling with the monster's slimy touch. She crossed her arms to cover her bare chest, ashamed at what she had become to Marik, a doll to play and to toy with.
Marik sat on the bed, surprised at his Serenity's anger and left high and dry from his unsuccessful conquest of the girl. She was really frightened by him – she was actually afraid and terrified of him.
Good.
She was afraid of him.
Terrified of him.
She feared him.
Fear meant control.
He controlled her.
Grinning a Cheshire grin, Marik stood from the bed and walked slowly to her, his amethyst eyes set upon her.
"W-What are you doing? Stay away from me!!" Serenity shouted at him, but it was no use. He was intent on having her as his own once more. This made her paralyzed with bone-shuddering fear; his amethyst eyes stared into her hazel eyes, into her mind and her soul.
"Stay away? I highly doubt that, my little Serenity." Marik stopped in front of her, having her cornered, nowhere to run or hide from, and he placed his hands on either side of her on the wall, cornering her even more. "You don't want to be alone, my dear. You are the only one left here. All of your friends are gone, having been punished by my powers of God, and you are the only one here for me." He leaned in so his glowing forehead would make contact with hers, eye to eye and face to face. "I prefer it this way. Even if I spared your friends, they would only prove to be a nuisance, a hindrance to our joining together, our goal to become one with Oblivion."
Serenity didn't know what to do anymore. She only wanted him to disappear and for this nightmare to be over; she sunk onto the floor and curled into the ball she was made into once again. Marik only kneeled down to her, tilting his head, his grin unwavering.
"Do you know what you have done to intoxicate me with your presence, my dear? Your eyes…hazel pools of such beauty have made me want to drown them, all because the lovely color you possess." Marik let a lone hand pull her head up so he would cup her chin, making amethyst meet the aforementioned hazel pools called her eyes. "Your eyes are exquisite to behold, simply exquisite. Such eyes belong to a fallen angel, one who rightfully belongs to a god. They shine in the light that is heaven's light, the Heaven that would soon forsake you."
Serenity was speechless yet terrified at what he was going to do to her next. She didn't want to know, but he said such lovely things about her. No one else had said that to her before or ever in her entire life. She then stiffened when his thumb crept towards her mouth, tracing the fullness of her chapped lips.
"Your lips are so inviting, my sweet. How could anyone resist you, not even any of your male friends have attempted to claim you, how could anyone resist you by now? Your lips drip the honey that is your voice, your melodious voice that belongs to a siren that is you." Marik let his tongue ran over his lips, almost as if what he said about Serenity's own lips made his mouth water.
Serenity blushed furiously at the words he was saying to her and that were about her. It was as if he was being romantic almost, but she knew that there was only malevolence in his mind when it came to her. Her thoughts were dispersed when his hands parted her arms so her chest would be shown to him and he traced one finger in the middle of her chest up and down and up again.
"Your heart…so innocent and so naïve…it's almost easy for one to control. You, one so beautiful and lovely, can only have a heart such as yours. Your heart radiates with the purity that is waiting to be corrupted, a heart that is so easily broken. Easily ruined and broken, but endlessly pure." The words began to sound like prose and poetry, something that she loved and now what she loved was being twisted and corrupted by the monster.
Leaning towards her violently shaking form, Marik's amethyst eyes flashed wickedly and locked with her hazel ones. Serenity saw this as a threat and she jerked backwards, her head making contact with the wall. Marik reached out and gently wound a strand of her silken hair around his fingers. "Your auburn hair, how its silken strands wave in the wind, a dark wind that soon comes upon us." Letting go of her hair, his hand soon traveled down her back, the scar that he inflicted upon her still there, a reminder that she belongs to him now.
Like a predator with prey, Marik climbed to her and his grin became a dangerous smile as he pulled her naked body close to him, almost putting her on top of him. "What I love the most about you is your body. What a lovely instrument for me to have and to hold, for all eternity. You have such a lovely figure, carved out of only the most beautiful essence in this universe. A narrow waist could break from the burden of holding all this beauty together." The hand that was on her back soon came across her backside, firmly grasping the plump flesh in a perverse manner.
Serenity gasped at Marik's perverse behavior, and her face suddenly became hot from such a ministration.
What…What's he doing?
"The feel of your perfectly-shaped breasts is just unbearable to send away, the warmth of your full figure is irresistible to me, my dear."
At that moment, she couldn't do anything but feel his hand upon her backside and suddenly have his other hand on her full breasts his touches were teasing yet sensuous in a way. She felt her cheeks grow hot as the hand on her backside gently made circles on the sensitive flesh and when the other hand instrumented its fingers upon a coral nipple, shuddering gasps emitted from her mouth. The sensations she felt were so wrong yet they were unbelievable to her in every way.
Seeing the torn and pleasured look on her face, Marik leaned in and pulled Serenity even closer so his lips would press against her ear. "Oblivion will come for us at any time now; it's only fair to let you know that soon there will be a never-ending night between us. My dear Serenity, we will become one." He suppressed a shudder of pleasure when he heard his little one make a half-moan for him in uneasy want.
Serenity's face was pink and she panted slightly from awakening lust; she didn't want him to torment her any longer, but she couldn't give into him again. That would only make him come back to her for more, using her as if she was just a plaything to toss aside as if she was nothing.
This was too perfect – his dear one wanted him to take her; it was written all over her face and form but she was hesitating. She wanted him but she didn't want to admit that very fact; such lust would send her to damnation for all time. This pleased him indeed, the fact that he would take her again and again and she would still remain pure, to her own chagrin.
She would remain pure in his eyes and forever in his arms.
Just then, the hand that was on her backside retracted so the arm would tighten around her waist, pulling her unbearably closer. The other hand that was on her breasts pulled away suddenly, danced upon her tingling arm and cruelly squeezed her bruised hand, hid fingernails digging into her skin. Serenity cried out in pain as her hand was squeezed mercilessly, claw-like nails digging into her skin.
Her world shattered.
Marik held her hand up high into the light as he proceeded to squeeze it even more, indulging in Serenity's cries of agony, a sadistic grin painted on his face that contorted in the pleasure of seeing her squirm in physical and emotional anguish. His hold was so tight and so painful that tears streamed down her face once more, fearing that his grip would break her hand at any second. Her cries got louder when his nails finally sunk into her skin, creating little red rivers from the newborn wounds he marked on her. He then released her hand from his claw-like grip, blood on the tips of his sharp nails, where he licked the liquid off of them soon after.
Serenity whimpered when she saw her hand, now bloody and with crescent-shaped wounds oozing red rivers with no end in sight. She fell backwards onto the floor, sprawled and panting from the physical onslaught he inflicted upon her, tears continuing to flow freely from her bloodshot eyes. She wanted this madness to end, to be free of this nightmare and to be free from the monster.
Marik licked his lips when he saw her sprawled on the floor, naked and partially covered in blood. She looked so inviting, seducing him with that very image, and so tempting that he knew at any minute he would throw her onto the ground and claim her.
Tomorrow will come, and you and I will surely be one.
He couldn't take it anymore – she was right there, a few feet away from him. Unconsciously, he moved his hand to the front of his pants, rubbing his clothed and newly awakened member to try to relieve part of that feeling.
Serenity achingly lifted herself up, and her eyes widened in disgust and horror when she heard Marik groaning her name over and over again, uttering the indistinct language he only knew, and seeing him pleasure himself through his pants.
This was all too much.
She covered her ears, eyes shut tightly when he heard him groan her name.
"S-Serenity…! Oh, Serenity!" A harsh pant escaped from him.
She couldn't take it anymore.
She screamed at him and she scrambled to get away. Upon hearing her, Marik stopped his ministrations and went after her, reaching out and grabbing a handful of her hair before she could get away from him, hearing her scream in pain. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, in a stranglehold almost and squeezing her against him.
"Let me go!!! Let me go, you sick bastard!!! Don't touch me, don't touch me!!! Just stop it!!! Getawayfrommeyoupervert!!! Let me go!!" She wailed in her unsuccessful attempt to be pull away from him, shaking her head and shutting her eyes as if she tried to rid Marik from her thoughts.
The struggle continued and without thinking, Marik turned her around and pulled her in swiftly, almost knocking the breath of her. She gasped suddenly, and the next thing she knew, she fell backwards onto the floor again, pulling Marik with her. They landed with a thud, and Marik leaned into her view, hands on either side of her, slowly dragging his tongue along her face, her pure flesh still intoxicating to him, tasting sweeter than anything else.
At this, Serenity struggled in vain to keep the tears from pouring down, threatening to spill at any moment. Marik then suddenly had a rush of sadistic indulgence and moved to her mouth, kissing her cruelly and madly. He hungrily kissed her lips, silencing her unspoken pleas for him to leave her alone, shuddering violently at his upcoming conquest of her.
This was it.
He couldn't take it anymore.
She couldn't stop him.
He arched his hips onto her nude nether regions, moving in a steady but fast pace, seeking the gratification that they both needed, the need that he knew that she wanted him to fulfill. She shook in his grasp, feeling his clothed member against her lower area, and she bit her lip as he continued to use a fast pace on her. There was the familiar feeling again that soon bubbled inside both of them as he made the pace between him a lot faster that he had to unzip himself first before his member would feel her lower regions for sure. She felt his member now unclothed as he paced himself to move up and down, so the tip of his member would touch the sensitive bud that was between her legs. All sense of pace were soon lost, his movement upon her becoming so erratic by then. After the many unholy repetitions of this act, the strange and non-penetrative kind of taking, Serenity only shook and had her nails dug into his arms before she finally arched her back, voicing a silent cry from within her, voicing her unconscious pleasure and her inner pain. Marik shook soon later and he felt the sensation of completeness from everything, his fingers twining hers unconsciously.
There was still silence between them when he finally drew away from her, falling into his back, his mind still cloudy.
She took deep breaths in her orgasmic haze, something she didn't see coming, her face flushed and taking breaths as if those were her life. She didn't expect for them to come together when he really didn't take her, this act was highly strange to her. They basically rubbed against each other, and that was when they came. This was strange and very frightening to her; they actually were exploring new territory against her will.
She wanted nothing more than to be away from him.
After coming down from his haze, Marik stood up, zipped his pants and stood over her, his face stoic but very red from what had just occurred. He lent out a hand to her, which she took unexpectedly and lifted her onto her feet.
He pulled her over the door of the bathroom, where he opened it and revealed a medium sized bathroom. "I suggest you clean yourself up, little Serenity. Although you look very ravishing with blood upon you, you should get clean for your sake."
She stood there only for a moment, her whole form numb and very unsure of what to do. She was surprised that he would let her be clean, considering that he liked the blood that he marked upon her. Maybe after their little trysts, he made himself clean, which would explain why he was gone soon afterwards.
"Go on. Make yourself clean. There are fresh clothes in there for you, so you won't feel as unclean."
She turned to him, seeing his face stoic as stone. She covered her bare breasts with her arms, a chill coming into the room.
"Unless of course, you want me to join you." Marik said as he grinned suggestively to her, eyes twinkling in perverse joy and changing from the faint stoicism he had, chuckling in amusement.
Serenity took one step back, startled at what he said, the memory of the many trysts hey had flashing before her, eyes widening in disgust and horror.
Without thinking, she took a step forward and slapped him across the face.
SWACK!
She couldn't believe what she just did; she slapped the monster on the face, leaving a bright red mark on his tanned face. He had a look of shock painted all over it; he deserved that for what he put her through.
A dry sob left her lips before she turned and quickly stepped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Soon, there will be a rainbow after the rain…
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A/N: I'm so sorry for the late update – senior year is finally over and I graduated high school, so that caused a little chaos in our household, besides senior prom and the actual ceremony of graduation. Also, there were college preparations to worry about, so there was a little writer's block from there. But no worries, I will post chapter 11 and my 300th fic as soon as I can.
Soundtrack:
"Inside" Velocity feat. Myndy K.
"I'm Waiting" Johnny Vicious feat. Aubrey
"Don't Wake Me Up (Acoustic Version)" DJ Shah
"The Girl You Lost to Cocaine (Stonebridge Radio Edit)" Sia
"Schneekönigin" Subway to Sally
"Lover Summer (Orjan Nilsen Remix)" Ilya Soloviev & Paul Miller
"Trust Truth (DeAgents Remix)" George Acosta
"Secrets of the Ancient Egypt (Original Mix)" Mobilize
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