Way late i know! but here it is if anyone is actually still interested. did I mention I have really crappy internet service?
Chapter 4: Taken
Vincent Valentine:
I left the girl alone for the rest of the night. I got her to eat at least. I lounged on the couch trying to fall asleep, but my mind would not slow down long enough to allow that. Thoughts raced through my head of what was to come. Through all my days as a Turk there had been no deed that I didn't willingly do. But never had those deeds been to rape a woman and not just to rape, but to do it with the intention of impregnating her. I frown slightly and felt the contents of my stomach churn. The conscience that I thought didn't exist came alive and my instincts let me know how very wrong this was.
I squeezed my eyes shut trying to force these thoughts from my head. I shifted on the velvet couch so I was lying on my back staring at the rough texture of the light brown colored ceiling. I then focused my eyes on the light fixture that hung in the middle of the ceiling. I focused on counting each jewel that dangled from the many chains that were woven around the ends of the light bulbs. This activity kept my mind off of my extreme situation and soon I fell asleep.
Aubre Naluri
"Madam?" I heard a soft voice above me. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times until I was able to see clearly. A short woman with brown hair tied back in a low bun with a hair net on stood over me with a bed tray for food. I could smell the heavenly smell of fresh pancakes and bacon. The lady wore a light blue dress with a white apron over it."Breakfast, madam. If you are hungry." She sat the tray over me as I sat up and rested my arms on the light wooden tray. I looked at her to smile and nod. Her blue eyes were lit with an apologetic look. Her lips turned down adding to her somber face. She must have known my condition. I lowered my head and looked down at the food. The lady left the room without a sound. After eating the food, I found myself terribly thirsty so I climbed out of the bed still wearing my plaid skirt and blue blouse from my preparations for the date with Cloud. I stood at the closed door for a long time building up the courage to walk out and possible face my arch enemy.
My eyes widened as the door opened abruptly. That Turk stood there looking as if he had just cleaned up. His suit was on properly without a single wrinkle in that cursed fabric. That suit alone was a symbol of Shinra and its notoriety.
The two of us stared at each other both from two different perspectives. I looked up at him in utter disgust while he looked down on me with pity.
"Did you eat?" his voice shattered the silence in the room. I didn't grant him with an answer but quickly evaded him and made my way over to the sink in the kitchen area to get a glass of water. I gulped the whole glass down within a few seconds and took a few deep breaths afterwards. Turk boy watched me the whole time. He turned to the bedroom door again and stuck his head in the room I supposed checking the evidence that I had indeed eaten.
Feeling a bit dirty, I walked into the bathroom to shower. I locked the door and checked it several times, though it occurred to me if he wanted in here that badly he could probably find a way to pick the lock. As soon as I overcame my paranoia that he would walk in, I began to lift my shirt up. Once I got it just up to my face I heard knocking at the door that nearly sent me out of my skin. I quickly pulled my shirt back down properly.
"What?" My voice came out sharp and loud nearly reminding me of my father.
"Would you like to put on clean clothes?" he asked in a calm, polite voice. I wanted to put my face in the toilet and vomit.
"No." came my sharp tone again.
"Suit yourself."
I waited another ten minutes to feel comfortable enough to take my clothes off. I finally made it into the shower and I stayed in that shower until the water ran ice cold. I did indeed put my dirty clothes back on and left the bathroom with my hair still dripping wet. I almost tripped over the pile of clothes that was lying outside the door. I kicked them aside aggressively and marched back into the bedroom slamming the door and locking it behind me. I spun around to face him. Damn, I should have made sure no one was in here!
He approached me slowly and with a sigh he began to speak. "We must start on the job at hand today. You may let me know when you're ready."
"Never!" I hissed balling my hands into fist ready to punch his face in if I needed to. His expressive eyes darted back and forth between mine. The mirror of the look on that maids face was now on his. If everyone felt so damn sorry for me why wouldn't they do something! "Why should I?" I crossed my arms and frowned up at his sorry face.
"If you fail to cooperate we both die." He said matter-of-factly. "And our bodies will be used for experimental use."
I looked away. I didn't want to die. Yet, there was no way I could see myself laying down with a Turk and birthing his baby. I shuddered at that thought. Maybe I could run away. I looked up into his eyes again with determination. "So be it. I'll die before I give birth to a child of a Turk!"
Vincent Valentine:
So much for coaxing her into doing this willingly. I sighed loudly before I took a few quick steps towards her grabbing her shoulders in my hands. I squeezed them tightly as I brought my face down inches from hers. "I plan to live."
She cringed at my words as if she expected me to take her right then and there. I roughly pushed her away as I let go. I didn't do it to hurt her. It was a reaction of my own anger at this situation. She let herself drop to the floor and began to cry softly.
"Your tears won't save you." I muttered as I stepped over her towards the door. I'd leave her alone for the rest of today, but tonight I had to do it. Hojo only gave me two weeks and if I wasn't able to get her pregnant by then we were done for. He gave me four of his high tech pregnancy tests and some pills that I had started taking this morning that were to up the chances of conception. She was supposed to be taking them too, but I didn't want to have to force them down her throat.
I sat in the living room putting together one of the puzzle that was left there. Hojo made sure there were plenty of leisure activities for us to do over the nine months we'd be confined in this place. About a half an hour after I started on the puzzle there was a knock at the door.
Another young Turk stood there. I prayed silently that for some reason he was here to take my place.
"Miss Lucrecia wishes to speak with you." He said simply before turning and leaving. I locked the three locks from the outside and left the room. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to leave her alone, but I didn't care. I needed to talk to Lucrecia. Maybe I could convince her to talk to Hojo about this.
I walked into the quiet library and saw her sitting alone at a table. She looked troubled and it pained me to see her beautiful face in such a state. I took a seat across from her.
"You wished to speak with me?" I asked softly.
She looked up at me. "How's the girl?"
My eyes scanned her face for a moment. "Her physical state is fine." I answered trying to sound positive.
She nodded. "That's good. Have you attempted…"
I sighed and shook my head no. "I've never had to do this to a woman before. I'm sorry, but it just doesn't sit well with me. Is there any other way? Does it have to be done this way?" I looked at her letting her see the desperation in my face. A look that I never showed to anyone.
I froze as I felt her hand reach out and caress my face. "Vincent, it was me that chose you for this project. I know you have a good heart."
"Then why.." I started, but she put her fingers on my lips and shushed me.
"Any other one of these Turks would have brutally raped her possibly even abused her over the course of this project. I knew you would handle her gently and complete this task to the best of your ability because that is who you are. I know this is hard. If it were up to me I would just accept the fact that I cannot have children and forget about trying to get one, but this is what Hojo wants." She took her hand away from my face and I grimaced in response.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Ok." Was the only word I could say.
She smiled and it melted my heart. "Ok." She mocked laughing softly. "You should get back to your duties then."
I nodded and stood from the table returning to the hell suite. Hours seemed to fly by and after making sure the girl ate her dinner, it was time.
Aubre Naluri
I watched as the Turk took off his dark blue jacket and tossed it on the chair in front of the vanity desk. I swallowed hard afraid of what he was about to do. He took his gun holster off his belt and rested it on the desk. I watched his fingers undo the belt buckle and that was all it took. I screamed and ran passed him to the door. Vincent grabbed my wrist in a flash and pulled me back.
"What is your name?" that was the last thing I expected him to say at the moment.
"Aubre." I answered without thinking. I cursed myself for even telling him my name. He took my other wrist in his hand firmly and pulled me closer to him.
"Aubre, please don't make me do this forcefully. The last thing I would ever want to do in my life is to take a woman like this." My body froze as I felt his arms slip around my waist pulling me close to him in a gentle embrace. As much as I wanted to run, scream, kick and push him away, my body wouldn't let me do it. A tear involuntarily ran down my cheek. The Turk erased it with his lips.
"Why?" I whispered. This word expressed many questions at the time. Why wasn't I feeling sick right now, why was he being so sweet right now, why?
"Let's just get it over with, Aubre." I felt his fingers slip beneath the elastic waist band of my skirt, pulling it down. I felt it drop down and hit my feet.
"N..No…" I muttered, but he pretended not to hear as he eased me towards the bed. He stood up beside the bed while I was lying down in front of him. He finished undoing his belt and pulled it out. I watched it move like a snake through all of the loops before he dropped it to the floor, the metal buckle clinking on the hardwood floor. I swallowed hard again.
He removed his pants and paused for a moment standing there in only his black briefs. I noticed he wasn't even aroused yet. This wouldn't be my first time so I knew very well what was going to happen. He looked down at me before crawling towards me on the bed. I slid back my instincts kicking in. He climbed on top of me and pinned my arms down. "I'm begging you." He whispered before placing a kiss below my ear. "Please don't make me force you." He kissed me again on my cheek and then I felt his lips on my lips. My heart began to race and I felt his heart racing as well. He let go of my arms and sat up so he could pull my shirt off. I let him do it without saying a word. He unbuttoned his own white shirt and threw it behind him. Of course, being a Turk he was in good shape. A light smile grazed his lips once he caught me admiring his body. I wore a black bra that clipped in the front. He unclipped it gently with his fingers and slid the straps off of my shoulders. I was pretty well endowed in that area and I noticed him admiring my body as well. Then I felt his arousal swelling. He was still sitting on top of me I assumed in an attempt to stop me if I were to run. He scooted back so he was now sitting on his knees. His fingers slid down my sides before wrapping around the frilly pink fabric of my underwear. He pulled them off and tossed them aside. He took his last piece of clothing off as well and crawled back on top of me.
"Forgive me." He whispered, but before he could go any further I rolled out from underneath him and dashed away. He caught me just before I was about to reach the door and pulled me back. I looked up at him with tears running down my cheeks.
"No." I choked out shaking my head.
"I can't let you say no." he whispered before abruptly closing the distant between us pushing me against the wall by the door. He grabbed my hips and before I could fight him off he had entered my sacred place. He pumped in and out a few times before finding that as if I wasn't already making difficult enough for him to continue, the wall as adding to it. He carried me back to the bed lying me down on the edge and standing at the end. He held my hips while he pulled me towards him while he pushed himself in and out of me. This position got tiring as well and before I knew it he was back on top of me rocking my body furiously as he soothed his aroused member against the walls of my sanctuary. I did all I could to hide the fact that I was enjoying it. I even stifled the moans as I felt myself climaxing. Eventually I felt him release his fluids inside me. He stopped thrusting and I felt him exit. His relieved erection still dripping with its fluids. Suddenly a cold feeling took over my body and I shook with a chill.
The Turk looked as if he was going to be sick. He looked me in the eyes and I saw the tears in his.
"I'm sorry." He whispered before gathering his clothes and leaving the room.