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I know this may sound out-of-the-blue but I've been considering writing another Silent Hill PH Fanfiction, but it would be less mature in its content, so mainly for teenagers. Basically it's about if James and Mary had a daughter she would go back to Silent Hill to try and find her parents, but of course crashes into Pyramid Head. It's just a theory that kept nagging on me. Review what you guys think!

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CHAPTER 10: ROXANNE

My eyes snapped open at the sudden bang on the door. Whimpering, my breath hitched as my eyes pierced to the door where Xuchilibara had exited. Please, God, I don't think I can handle much more of this. In a second, I saw the massive monster push the door open. I was half relieved it was just Xuchilibara and half terrified that it was...well...Xuchilibara! He could send me to my grave at any second and I knew rape would feel no difference considering his sheer height and mass. Hell, he could murder me for just slipping it in. I just realized how dirty that actually was too!

"W-why am I here?" I squeaked as the drum of my heart raced.

I felt like I needed answers at the least.

He stood in front of me, knife embedded into the hardwood floor as his hand gripped it tightly. I stared up at him, the silence eating us alive.

"You're here because you fell upon my territory of the prison," He replied, his voice was smooth but menacing when it bounced off the metal helmet and created an echo.

I exhaled unbelievably, "So what now? I become one of your little sex dolls?"

My voice was strong and confident which appalled me considering the state I was in. It made sense, I needed to have some type of daring attitude here, I can't be the damsel in distress because I was fucking far from it, nor was my prince the one we've all fantasized about when we were little, but the Devil himself. I saw Xuchilibara drop his knife onto the ground with an ear-ringing pang, stalking his way closer to me.

"No, you're nothing like those whores," He spoke gently, his large hand caressing me at my right jaw line. I could sense the ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips, "You'll be much more useful..."

I gulped, backing away but his hand had slid down to my arm and had a vice grip on me, pulling me closer to his face, the point of his helmet just raking my nose. I struggled in his hold and attempted to pull myself away. I cried, "Please, please stop."

"You're just tempting me even more, Raphaella," He hissed, a black snake-like thing appearing out of his helmet.

I gasped, when I felt it slithering into my shirt, weakening when it ran across one of my breasts. I moaned, slumping down onto the seat when it flicked one of my nipples. I couldn't help it, what he was doing was like no other and it sent the most newest yet pleasuring feeling all over my body.

"Do you like that?" He asked hungrily and I inhaled shakily, nodding my head.

"Y-yes...sir..."

My eyes had shut close so I never noticed his hand moving anywhere, but I felt it pressing into my sex through my wet panties. My back arched, letting out a surprised gasp when he began stroking it up and down. Fuck, Raphaella you're so going to hell for this, but I honestly could care less now. All I cared about was the ecstasy pooling in my lower abdomen as he picked up his fingers' speed, his tongue also never leaving my breast. The intensity kept rising every second and I knew my body wouldn't be able to handle it, the way he was touching me down there.

"Xuchilibara...I think...I'm gonna..." I panted and he growled, focusing his fingers mostly on my clit now.

I moaned loudly, gripping onto his arms and my toes curled from the repeating pulses of pleasure shooting in my body. Closer, closer...I nearly screamed in pure pleasure as I reached my climax, my lower abdomen contracting as well as my legs spreading wider than they were. He pulled his hand and tongue away, my body exhausted from such an erotic act I just took part in. I laid there, my eyes half open and looking up at Xuchilibara.

"You know what you want, and you can't ever deny it," He calmly stated to me, as if he knew exactly what I wanted.

My eyes softened and I turned around to my side as I noticed I had slipped down onto the couch I was sitting on to a laying position. I didn't want to look at him because I felt like he was right, what if what I wanted was just what happened? Except to a more extreme sense? No, you're not like that, you know you aren't. I heard the sound of loud footsteps descending away from me along with the tell-tale screeching of his knife across the floor. Flinching slightly from the amount of noise it made, a couple drops of tears dripped down the side of my face when I heard the door shut close. It was open that entire time? Ugh! I blushed from the thought if someone had seen us. I paced my erratic heart and my eyes had begun getting heavy, pulling me into a deep state of sleep.

3rd Person POV

The main living quarters of the prison resided Xuchilibara's most useful slaves. The women that housed it were the willing, the arrogant, and the brainwashed. They provided an easy act for Xuchilibara and followed his rules how he wanted and when he wanted. Some come to even become fond in Xuchilibara himself, the idea that he 'cared' about them in a way and yearned to become his favorite out of all the other girls. One, in particular, being the 'ring leader' of the ladies.

Roxanne.

She was a young woman, about 25 years of age and was bought to Toluca Prison at about 20. For 5 years she has allowed Xuchilibara to violate her in the worst way possible and the harshest. She had grown accustomed to him and began to grow a sense of security and deep feelings for the monster. Despite all that, her heart was stained. Being an innocent when taken, she was broken, battered and bruised but as time went by, she knew to survive: You had to surrender. Even if that meant all the dignity you had left. One night though, Xuchilibara had a talk with her, became extremely gentle and told him his story from before all this had started. By that time, her mind was already washed clean at reality, that no monster could love you, and became Xuchilibara's main slave. Many call her his Mistress due to the numerous times she had aided him and he her.

"Roxanne, the girls are arguing again," Someone informed her as they poked their head into the room.

She sighed, "Tell them to shut up or else I'll deal with each and every one of them individually."

They nodded before departing. The ruckus she had heard earlier had died down and she smirked.

'Like I said, I'm always the boss' She thought to herself.

She fixed a couple strands of hair and took a good look at herself from the mirror. Her head was covered in raven-black hair that fell down right above her bum. Below, you saw her mature and erotic features, piercing blue eyes with lids smokey and hooded down, eyebrows thick and bold, her cheeks a light blush had faded and her lips plump and red. She was the definition to the girls as a Sex Goddess and her God, Xuchilibara. She was curvaceous yet slim, a perfect mix of two body types which created a bombshell body you'd see in magazines. And she could only flaunt whatever she had with confidence and ignorance.

"Roxanne, you good?" One of her good friends walked in, already in their corset and skirt.

"Yep, just make sure the girls don't get in my way," She chuckled, turning to the blonde young lady she had grown to love during her stay here.

Marcy.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Most of them are pretty fucking ugly anyway," Marcy snorted, placing a hand on her hip.

"Now, now, we'll have Xuchilibara judge that."

Marcy laughed and they both made their way out to the main living room area and saw many young ladies sitting about on the couches and chairs. Marcy was correct, most of these girls were basically those with no special features or were wearing strange makeup that decreased their prize in appearance. One of them actually had the nerve to give Roxanne a good look.

Noticing, Roxanne sneered, "What're you looking at?"

In an instant the girl whipped her head the other way, squeaking in fright. Roxanne was satisfied no one had really tried any form of shit with her. Partly from the last time a girl attempted to; her hair was burnt out by acid 'accidentally' poured into her shampoo. She didn't need a drama fest to get what she wanted and she planned to keep it that way. In a couple of minutes, a certain monstrous red-head poked her head into the living quarters.

Lisa.

Roxanne crossed her arms, a confident expression on her face, "Lisa."

"Roxanne," Lisa simply replied, not giving care into her queen-like presence. "Master Xuchilibara would like to speak to you."

"I don't need anyone to inform me that," Roxanne coyly said and a smirk slapped proudly onto her face.

Lisa scoffed, placing a hand on her hip, "Don't act so fucking amazed at yourself. You're just like any one of these girls."

Roxanne rolled her eyes and began walking out of the living quarters, "Whatever, I don't take nonsense from stupid monster nurses."

Hissing to herself, Lisa fought the urge to just run up to her and rip her jugular out with her fangs. The nerve of some of these girls in here, acting like they're above everyone just because of the treatment they get? Psh, fucking disgusting.

Roxanne made it to Xuchilibara's room without a problem. She stopped at the two large doors, the nurses ready to hack at her.

"Calm down, Master Xuchilibara called for me."

As if they knew her voice, their armed selves pulled back to retreat in their normal statue position. Roxanne was pleased that she didn't have to go to through all the trouble with the nurses and the vile cockroaches that swarmed around Xuchilibara at times around his throne. It made her feel superior, as if Xuchilibara was her king and she, his queen and no harm was to come to her royal highness. She pushed the door open, a smile plastered onto her face.

"Master? You called," She tried to gulp down the excitement at what he may request from her and kept her posture.

"Come here," He used a finger to beckon her to come forward.

She obliged and stepped up the three steps leading up to his throne, standing before her very own 'lover'.

"I just had a very sensual act with a...slave..." He prompted, her eyebrow rising in apparent knowledge at to what he was requesting.

"Mmmm, and I'm guessing you weren't...satisfied?" She had a ghostly smirk on her face.

"In a way."

"Why don't I help you?" She flirted, tying her hair up with a ribbon wrapped around her wrist. It's best to keep it around.

In a flash, Xuchilibara dropped his knife and pulled his robe down, grabbing a fistful of Roxanne's hair. Considering Xuchilibara's hands were a hell of a lot bigger, the fistful almost doubled, causing great pain to Roxanne. She yelped when he brought her down to her knees forcefully, pulling his rather large erection free. Roxanne traced her tongue up and down his sheath, her eyes never leaving the pyramid helmet. The monster groaned, the moist item running down him fueling his burning desires and instantly remembered Raphaella.

"Do you like that?" Roxanne whispered, taking him in completely as much as she could into her mouth.

"Fuck yes," He moaned, the enthralling fantasies of the fearful but enticing young girl in his very room. Yes. He wanted this. He wanted her on her knees, sucking him to the point he could claim her as his when he filled her mouth with his seed.

'Oh but she already is'

He smirked in his helmet when he thought that, pushing the woman's head deeper, wanting to feel everything covered in the warmth of her tongue and saliva.

'Raphaella...'

Roxanne kept pumping him in her mouth, enjoying the helpless groans her own Master was emitting as well as the taste of his cock in her mouth. Oh what delicious skin it is indeed and she basically devoured him into her as she began to angle herself, the length running into her throat. So fucking yummy. He's mine. He's all mine. His strong hands gripping her hair added to such excitement for Roxanne as she pulled him out of her with a 'pop!' gently wrapping her fingers around the spit-slickened shaft, jacking him off while her other hands' fingers dropped down under her skirt. Fuck panties. She rubbed her womanhood, moaning and savoring the wetness between her folds, sinking two fingers into her. The both of them writhed from Roxanne's touch, Xuchilibara's moans becoming more frequent and his breath hitching as his lower abdomen muscles tensed up, ejaculating with a roar, the cream dripping onto Roxanne's hand and on his lap. He pulled away from Roxanne but enjoyed watching her reach her own climax, a scream echoing in his room when she had finished her task.

"Fuck..." She whispered, falling flat onto her knees and dropping her head onto her Master's lap in exhaustion.

Xuchilibara stayed still for a moment to let the little human catch her breath before waving her off. She weakly stood up to her feet, her knees wobbling for second. Xuchilibara dressed himself once more, picking up the Great Knife and lumbering out of the foyer, leaving Roxanne satisfied physically but not emotionally.

"W-wait, is that all? Nothing to say?" She asked quite puzzled, but he ignored her, not wanting to specifically talk to Roxanne right now. As much as he adored the human's willingness in everything for him, he hated the neediness within her as well as the fact she treats herself with higher hierarchy than the other slaves. He had no problem with that considering he only knew her for one thing, which is to be fucked and ruined. Roxanne gathered up her courage and ran after him, Xuchilibara spinning around with incredible speed, the Great Knife giving her a good knick on the cheek but she managed to dodge it completely. "M-Master."

"That is all," He growled, his chest rumbling.

Roxanne gulped, nodding her head and achingly allowed him to exit the room. She knew something was wrong and she was going to figure out the bottom of this shit before everything she has done is ruined. Her gut twitched and she clenched her jaw, exiting to room as well to return to the living quarters.

Raphaella's POV

My stomach growled as I yawned, awakening from my rather lovely slumber.

'Damn, I haven't slept like that since I got here'

My limbs popped and my muscles snapped into consciousness when I stretched, noticing I was still on the couch. That couch. The very same couch in which Xuchilibara had carefully introduced me into something I had never experienced before. Sexual pleasure. Mentally shaming myself, I covered my face with my icy hands and groaned. You just had to do it, didn't ya Raphaella?! God, you are so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Never have I ever hated myself for doing something that I actually...enjoyed. Well, it is Silent Hill, none of this shit ever makes sense here. Dammit, I'm also hungry, she reminded herself when her stomach decided to sing another gurgle.

"Great..." I whispered, standing up onto my feet. I had no clue where I was supposed to find food nor do I know how to without becoming mangled by either Xuchilibara or the nurses.

Damn everything.

Well...there wasn't really anything outside considering it was complete silence minus the small footsteps she created crossing over to the door. In a way she prayed the door was locked and there wasn't a choice but to stay here though being Raphaella, she was unlucky enough to find out (go figure) it wasn't. This is crazy, you don't know any navigation here, let alone someone who would help you. I just need food, it's not like I'm trying to escape anymore. You would have to have me above a fire tied onto a ladder if that was ever the case to attempt and run again. I wonder though, is this building somehow connected to the main foyer she was at when she first arrived?

'It has to be'

Buildings like this had to be connected considering of all the importing and deporting of slaves from the main foyer where she had met Lisa and Dr. Kauffman. That sent a pang onto her heart, wondering how they were and if she'll ever see them again. They were the only people here who actually made her feel safe in this Hell, including Hallie and minus Lisa being a monster.

"Do it, Raphaella, just do it," She gave herself a mini pep talk and creaked the door open.

She peeked outside of the door and saw the hallway was actually lit pretty brightly. She felt somewhat more secure she could actually see what was surrounding her. This is suicide Raphaella, Xuchilibara could come back at any time, but you act like he could fucking feed you. Well...maybe if I asked... no... I have to do this. No monster would be at heart to feed their prey. I began tip toeing down the hallway. I had chosen to go left considering right was leading to where the bus was leading when we had left so...north is the right way to go. Use your wits, girl. Use them. I ignored the bloody vines crusting the walls and just kept roaming along. I was then led to a four way corridor, which way was up to my fate.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

I cursed as her eyes flashed back and forth to the three hallways. Trusting my instinct and of course my idiocy I went to the right, the hallway suddenly becoming more elegant and nicely scented. My brows scrunched up when I came across multiple doors, one being standing out very well in my eyes. Unlike the rest of the doors, this one was engraved with multiple flowers and the door itself was a deep brown wood texture. Taking a deep breath, I placed my hand onto the handle and gripped it, pushing it down slowly. The door luckily didn't create too much of a noise and I was greeted by a fancy hallway, everything in dark wood, the floors, the walls, everything. The floor had long artistic red rugs sprawled onto them and the walls with unique and religious portraits. The lights were all shaped into candle lights but weren't actually lit by flames. It was as if I had stepped into another dimension.

"Oh my god! Look at this!" I heard a woman scream in panic. I gasped, glancing anywhere to hide but found that no footsteps were ascending near me, but was obviously from the hallway if I turned the corner of this one. This is stupid. Just leave, Raphaella, before you get yourself killed. Following my commands, I turned back to the door I entered in but halted midway when I heard something.

"Damn, a bus crashed! Those lucky bastards were probably able to escape!" Another one with a deeper voice exclaimed, jealousy stinging in her tone.

I gave a shaky breath, turning on my heel, I made my way to near the corner of the hallway, pressing myself against the wall to listen. I needed to know what happened to everyone, what's happening out there. I prayed to myself no one's eyes would catch mine if I checked the corner. I poked my head slowly, at least my eyes only visible to be seen and my eyes widened when I saw a group of girls- no, women, crowded at a flyer posted on the wall.

"Is that the Young everyone was blabbering about?" A woman asked, pointing to a black and white picture of me on the flyer. Are you shitting me. They just had to put up the damn picture of me.

"She ain't even near pretty as me!" One announced, my eyes rolling.

"Bitch, you ain't even close to cute!" Another one snorted.

"Shut the fuck up, Karen!"

"Why don't you, Isa'bitcha'!"

I sighed at the constant arguing of the girls. My real question though, why were they here? If they were sex slaves of Xuchilibara, why were they living at such high standards? I shouldn't be complaining considering I was one of those girls except in the domain of Xuchilibara.

"You think these motherfuckers are still out there?!" One chimed in.

"I don't know, Dolly, but all I know if I see one, I'm turning them in!"

My heart paused and then sank when I heard those words. My eyes watered slightly, another problem to add on my list. I would turn myself in, but I can't, who knows what the jury would do if they caught me. They'd probably assume I had stabbed the driver of some sort and planned this entire idea. I knew the judge from experience when I was first arrested and I knew they'd search out any reason to throw you in jail. That sickened me, even more than the real world's government. My legs shook as I saw most of them agreeing on it.

"Look, it says: IF ANY PRISONER FOUND A GRANTED HALF-REDUCED SENTENCE WILL BE PERMITTED," One girl basically screeched.

Oh, so now they're giving rewards.

Fucking fantastic.

I pulled away from the corner and pursed my lips, pressing my head against the wall with a thump. What am I going to do? There's basically no way out anymore. If I stay here, I'm on the lookout for Xuchilibara. If I escape I'm on a lookout for Silent Hill officials. Why did the bus have to fucking break?! Shit! Calm down Raphaella. Enough. I knew right now, I was too shaken on the fact everyone had their backs turned on me.

"Move over, let me see that."

I heard a bell like voice that was fully matured and almost in a way malicious. It sent a shiver down my spine and I decided to see who would be such of effect on me. Checking once more, I saw a young woman, fully corseted in the outfit I was in when I was first here, her raven hair was tousled and her eyes stained and puffy, but she was beautiful. I felt suddenly very ugly as I admired her grown and goddess-like body from a distance, but I felt something cold run down my veins.

Behind all that beauty though, instead of the humble angel that my eyes saw, I sensed in my tattered soul a malevolent devil.