A/n: I'm alive lol. props if you get the soul eater reference. Beware of grape. My second lemon ever. I suggest listening to Hide and Seek by imogen heap whilst reading this.

The force of my fear was almost too much to handle. I could feel it pressing upon me like a thousand pounds of sheer power. It weighed down my limbs as I was removed from the car, nearly making it impossible to move, locking onto me, filling me with a feeling of dread akin to that of a man on death row. Would I die? I certainly didn't know.

And I didn't know if I wanted to.

Her house was spacious to say the least. Its yard was expansive and as I looked back down the driveway we'd just come up I could see that it was practically a mile to the road. The house itself was similar to the style of my home in Japan- ultra-modern, grey, and sharp in all respects- but it was a good deal smaller. That is not to say, however, that the home was small. Quite the contrary, it was enormous and I knew finding my way out once inside would be nearly impossible.

My captor held me by my still-bound arm as he led me to the main door of the building. I could feel every fiber of my being tense as he pressed a series of numbers into the lock's keypad.

4242564...

Over and over the numbers ran through my mind as my captor led me down through the main hall of the house, down a smaller corridor and into a large room. The room was sparsely decorated and deathly cold causing me to shiver slightly. The room's four walls were decorated thusly, two were plain and painted a sterile white, one was composed entirely of windows looking out into a large field- presumably her yard- and a forest, and the remaining wall was tiled in slate grey and covered almost completely by modern-looking grey cabinets. The door had a lock. Inside the room itself was a table much like the one from my home's dining room, a few scattered chairs, a nightstand, a clock, and a single king-sized bed with a metal frame. I was shoved in unceremoniously as my captor drew his knife from his pocket. He cut me free and pushed me away as if I disgusted him.

"Stay put, brat." he said, turning away and going to the door. I heard the click of the lock as he disappeared out into the hallway. I knew it was hopeless to try but I rushed at the door and tried to break it down. It wouldn't even budge, let alone break in. Still I beat at it until my hands and feet ached.

I stared worriedly around; hoping to whatever god was watching that I could be saved. There had to be something that I could do to assuage her. Surely she had some weakness I could exploit. I turned back to the room and surveyed it once again. Wandering over to the nightstand I tugged its drawer open and nearly collapsed upon seeing its contents.

A pink dildo.

Oh shit.

I felt my blood run cold. Clearly... she had planned more than I had thought. What am I going to do? I couldn't let her do anything to me. Not again. I turned the matter over in my mind again. Death or rape? My situation was terrible. A real catch-22. I was damned to either die or be raped.

Maybe both.

I closed the drawer with a grimace knowing that I would rather die than let her put that or any part of her body near me. I walked about the room, my nervous energy radiating off of me in waves as I worried over what would become of me. I was about to try breaking the door down with the nightstand when I heard the door open. I turned and felt my legs shake. It was her.

"Hello Kyouya, I've missed you dearly." She said.

I felt my head swell with memories so strong they made me feel terribly faint. All the things she'd done, all the times she'd hurt me… they flashed through my mind in such rapid succession that I shook to my core. My eyes closed and I swayed on my feet. It didn't matter though. Her hair, still luscious, brown and curly- though now with streaks of grey- still haunted my mind. Her eyes, so piercing and blue, stared me down furiously; digging into me with icy needles even when I closed my eyes. Her skin so pale and ghostly still enveloped me in my memories- memories that rushed to the front of my mind with staggering ferocity. It didn't help that she was scantily clad either for this only brought back more memories. Apparently she oft dressed like that when we were alone together.

She took a step towards me and I backed up. I was going to pass out. I knew that for a fact. Even smaller amounts of memories like the ones I had encountered while at home had left me weak in the knees, semi-conscious, dazed, confused, and even sent me to the floor. Having all of them return in the same moment was just too much for my body to handle. My eyes opened and locked with hers for a moment.

I passed out.

Passing out in front of a sex predator is probably the worst thing one can do so when I awoke- on the aforementioned bed- I was worried. Worrying is human, and it's logical in this situation, but surprisingly enough upon waking I was fully clothed and not bound in any way. I sat up, reached to adjust my glasses and found that they were gone. I peered around, my vision fuzzy, and found that my mother was perched on the bed's footboard holding my glasses with a dazed smile.

"Don't worry love; I wouldn't do anything while you're out. It's boring to fuck someone who's practically a corpse." she said, drawing out each syllable and finishing with a smirk. She handed me my glasses and I watched her carefully. It wasn't exactly comforting to know that she had an opinion about when it's most fun to rape people. I wondered for a short moment if she was a necrophiliac but her earlier comment assuaged my fears. If she hated taking someone near death then she wouldn't rape my corpse. Some small comfort that was.

"So," she said, continuing to smile at me like a cheshire cat, "how's daddy-dear been treating you? Still think he cares?"

I refused to dignify her with an answer but I wouldn't have known what to say anyway. As for how he treated me, he only acted like his normal self be that good or bad. I wasn't sure if he cared about me but I guess he must have to a certain degree. I was a valuable investment after all. She leaned closer to me from her perch and I inched back with my most foreboding glare.

"Don't touch me." I said. She simply snapped her fingers and called in Antoine.

"Oh you're in no position to give orders."

I never have been; not once since my birth.

She once again came closer to me and tried to touch me, raising a hand to my cheek before I dodged her again. She crawled closer and closer until my back was pressed against the headboard. She continued crawling closer and closer, over my legs and up against my torso.

"Stop!" I snapped, shoving her away.

"No!" she screeched pushing me back. Antoine stepped in then by slipping around the back of the bed and holding me against the headboard as I struggled to get away from them. I thrashed about as best I could with her sitting on my legs and him holding my torso and arms back. She leaned closer to me, her lips inches from mine, and I felt my mind fill with a hundred past instances in which she'd done the same thing to me. She kissed me and the scent of cherry tart filled my nostrils. Her lips, greedy as I remembered them, were harsh against mine. I stayed shock still, my eyes closed in rage and my glasses sliding down my nose. No... No. NO!

I took whatever strength I could get and used it to slam my forehead against hers. She jerked back from my impromptu head-butt and I managed to break my legs free long enough to kick her.

"That's it! Antoine! Help me!" she barked furiously, reaching for my trousers and attempting to remove them. This I protested fervently, throwing every ounce of my strength into stopping them from removing my clothes as Antoine practically jumped on me to remove my shirt. My glasses slipped off my face, severely weakening my ability to see. I cried out angrily as I felt my shirt being torn at the seams in an attempt to remove it from my person. With an audible rip it was torn from me and my pants were removed in much the same fashion. I felt her working at my boxers as I was being held down and jerked about madly.

"Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me!" I screamed. My most primal instincts took over. Breaking my arms free from his vice-like grasp I managed to throw them both off and scramble away from the bed, my limbs flailing haphazardly as I stumbled away.

My mind took my most feral, animalistic tendencies and used them as my only defense against her and her cohort. My eyes narrowed into necessitous slits. My body took on a natural fighting stance and my jaw clenched. I stared viciously between them. My mother laid back languidly with lust filled eyes and smiled.

"Don't. You. Touch. Me." I growled, emphasizing each word threateningly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my clothes in a messy heap upon the floor nearby. More than anything I wanted to get them and get out, but I knew it wouldn't be that easy. They still had the upper hand, nothing had changed-

I was powerless as always.

She stood from her perch on the bed and stalked closer to me- threateningly close to me. She reached up to my face and I reacted as following my primal instincts. I swung at her, leaving red scratch marks on her cheek.

"You will never defile me again." I growled, shoving her away and onto the bed. She looked up at me with a look of... wonderment?

"You're so different." she said, "You used to be so complacent."

I expected her to get angry or to attack me again but she smiled the goofiest grin I have ever seen.

"I like it!" she exclaimed, "Antoine, dear, fetch me some duct tape."

I still cringe thinking of how they managed to hold me down, duct taping my hands behind my back and my mouth closed. 'Don't say a word,' is what she told me as she forced the tape across my lips. What I wouldn't have given to get away from her as she practically tore my boxers off... She dragged me onto the bed once again so that I was kneeling, naked, before her. She was happy, satisfied by my body. She started with my neck, trailing kisses down from my jaw to my collar bone which she lapped at insistently. I bit my tongue from behind the tape. Stop... Don't touch me. My hands twitched in their bindings as she moved down from there to my nipple. She sucked and licked at it until it became erect, teasing the neglected one with her fingers. Tamaki where are you?! She moved even further down, licking at my navel before taking my cock into her mouth. The feeling of her tongue running along the sides of my shaft with her lips at its head was enough to make me want to scream, to fight, and to kill. She was driving me mad and I wanted nothing more than to escape.

Yet my body betrayed me.

My cock hardened under her touch and I averted my eyes. I could feel her eyes on me, hungrily taking me in as she attempted to deep throat my damnable erection. I choked on air, trying to get away and break free from the tape over my mouth. My eyes squeezed shut. Someone removed the tape from my mouth and kissed me. My eyes snapped open. Antoine. In that moment I would have killed him with my bare hands if I could. I imagined the feeling of his neck in my hands, the sound of his desperate gasps for breath, his-

"Kyouya dear, don't lose focus now. I want you to cum and I can't have you distracted for that now, can I?"

She started moving faster then, calling Antoine over and telling him to drop-trou. I closed my eyes desperately as she paused in her attack to pull her henchman closer. She said something to him in french so rapid that I couldn't even distinguish the words. My head swam as I felt her breath on my cheek. Clearly she was taking a break from her attempt to eat me in order to drive me insane. I felt her tongue on me, all over me, torturing me. My breath hitched as I squeezed my eyes closed even tighter. Stop! I fought and fought them, trying to get away first as I was held down, then as Antoine shoved himself into my mouth, forcibly holding my head in a position that made me deep-throat him. I could feel how hard he was with my tongue as he thrust awkwardly within my mouth. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as my mother continued to lick at my privates. I didn't want either of them near me.

I would rather die than suffer as I was but I couldn't move an inch.

When I heard the night-stand's drawer open my mind shut down. I didn't react when she used Antoine's semen to lubricate the vile thing. I didn't react when Antoine's erection was once again shoved into my mouth. I didn't react when she moved me and spread my legs apart. I didn't think. I didn't feel.

But when she forced that thing inside me I screamed bloody murder.

...

Words cannot describe the agony I felt when she had finished with me. My body, so injured and sore and tired, was limp at her touch as she played with me. I wasn't thinking anymore. I only counted seconds as they ticked by. Tamaki will be here soon... Tamaki will save me... I counted thrusts, screams, whimpers, drips of fluid from my face as they fell to the floor, and most of all I counted the minutes until I would be safe. How long has it been now? Surely they should be here...

She toyed with me as long as she pleased, taking her sweet time to destroy me and eventually the intrigue of my naked body was gone. At long last she finished, leaving me drained of all emotion, all thoughts, all life.

I was breathing, but I was dead.

"Stop your stupid counting." she snapped from the edge of the bed where she perched. I hadn't realized I'd been counting aloud.

"Your father isn't coming, ok? No one cares about you except me. Only me! Think only of me Kyouya! Love only me!"

Tamaki cares. Tamaki will save me.

"Your father thinks your useless, just a backup in case on of your brothers kills himself."

I'm the one who should die. So impure, so fallen...

"He wouldn't have let me touch you if he'd actually cared. He practically encouraged me, leaving you with me all the time when you were little."

He never cared about me. Only Tamaki loves me...

"He doesn't even like you. That's why he's not coming."

Tamaki loves me. Tamaki is coming.

"He never loved me either, which is why I will end him."

Father doesn't care about me. He should be here for me.

"I'm going to ruin him! With my own hands I will destroy his reputation and his child!"

He chose to protect himself from scandal over me.

"Now that I'm done with you I'm going to end you, then myself. Scandal will plague him for the rest of his life! He will live in infamy until the day he decides to kill himself!"

Tamaki will save me. I will not lose to her.

"The memory of his failures will haunt him forever!"

She laughed a hysterical laugh and turned to Antoine, who had paled several shades.

"Madame, we talked about this- you said that-!"

She cut him off in the midst of his horrified interjection. Smily devilishly she said "I'll end you too."

She stood, her clothes falling from her body in torn fragments, and stumbled over to where Antoine had discarded his jacket. From its pocket she removed the gun, then stood- cocking it at him with a cheshire cat's grin. He backed away, trying to reason with her- but it was to no avail.

She fired two shots into his chest and he fell to the floor, dead.

I don't remember screaming but I know I must have. All I can say is that in the next moment she was straddling me, on the floor- which I have no recollection of falling to- with a gun pressed to my neck.

"Where's daddy now?" she hissed hysterically, her eyes glittering with insanity and bloodlust, "Why isn't he here to save you? Oh wait! He doesn't care! Such a shame that he can't witness the end of your life!"

I heard a gunshot but felt no pain. The gun fell from her bloody hands as she screamed.

"Kyouya!"

Tamaki.

A/n: this is probably written really really badly. I'm sorry. Sex is not my forte. But... in other news... Had my first kiss. Kissing isn't very fun, it turns out.