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Hello everyone! I just wanted to thank you all for reading my story I really appreciate it and always forget to add comments ^^; Anyway, I've noticed how many of you have been reading this and adding to favorites, etc. If you reviewed I would really appreciate it. I read every single one of my comments I would love to hear your thoughts, and advice. It helps boost my confidence and makes me write more :D This chapter I'm going to warn is a bit suggestive with language and themes. If any of you find it inappropriate please tell me and I'll gladly change the rating/ Enjoy!

As you slowly regained consciousness, you found yourself once again in an unfamiliar setting.

"Oi, Kaname-san! She's awake!"

Before you could react two strong hands grabbed you until you were in a sitting position.

"Well, well it's about time you woke up princess." You tried focusing on the figure in front of you, but everything was spinning and you saw three of everything.

"The kidnapper addressing his victim in a flirty manner; isn't that a bit of a cliché?" You were normally a nice girl but the claws came out when you were threatened.

The man in front of you (who you assumed was Kaname-san) chuckled. "You're in no position talking like that sweetheart; you're in the Red Pistols' lair."

You groaned. Who used the word "lair" anymore?"

"I bet you're wondering why you're here, and what purpose you serve. Well I'll tell you." This guy was gonna make you vomit with all the things coming out of his mouth at the moment, but you pulled yourself together and listened to this cliché "villain" blabber on.

"One of your pals -Heiwajima- put some of my boys in the hospital a few days ago. These were the ones who mugged you some time ago. So I had a few of my boys follow you both. We snatched you because you're perfect bait to draw him out. And we'll kill him right in front of you."

By this time you stopped listening and focused on your eyesight. Eventually you regained it and took a good look at Kaname-san. He was dressed in the typical "gangster" clothes, had bad teeth, and his hat sideways.

You threw your head back and laughed "Are you guys serious? Dressing like that isn't going to make people fear you; it's just going to make them laugh at you. I've seen fan girls scarier than all of you."

Kaname tackled you suddenly, pinning you down on the couch you just now realized you were on.

"I tried being nice, but no more-" As a last resort you spit in his face hoping for a chance to escape, which you immediately decided wasn't the best idea until it was too late. Kaname squeezed your wrists so hard you thought they would snap and you screamed unintentionally.

"From now on your gonna be my bitch, right now I'm gonna claim you. And when your boyfriend comes to save you, the last thing he'll see is me screwing you and he won't be able to do anything about it."

Everything was fading in and out from the past to the present. Except this time it was worst then before. Kaname held both your arms above your head with one hand while the other began sliding up your skirt. This was it, you thought. This was the end for you. The harder he held your arms down the faster you began to shut down. When Kaname began licking your neck and sucking on it, you thought to yourself why should I let him win? Why do I constantly have to live with this scar that won't go away? I'm letting them win. Anger began boiling inside of you. Most of the time you restrained yourself for others safety, but this time you weren't going to hold back.

In a matter of seconds that bottled rage was released all at once in an explosion of fury. You threw Kaname off of you with such force he nearly hit a wall. You roared like a wild beast as the gang members rushed towards you. You fought them off all at once. Eventually most of them escaped, but you weren't interested in them. You headed towards Kaname who was lying on the floor.

"Kaname~" You sang. The man whimpered and tried to escape, but you pinned him to the ground.

"The tables have turned Kaname~" You laughed as you saw him squirming. I don't want your body." You grabbed his throat and squeezed tightly. "I want to take your precious life." You whispered eerily. You were so close to finishing him off, but you were interrupted by a horse's whiny and the sound of glass shattering.