Ok, this may not be a rape story, we'll have to see how the course of this chapter runs.
Chapter 3
I snapped free of my captor's grip, and my head whirred with pain. I was aware of my glare toward Tsukitachi, I only hoped he was, too. I shifted on the cold concrete floor, trying to regain a feeling of sturdiness. My feet scraped across the floor, and the movement set in motion a harmony of clinking chains. The sound stirred up a feeling in me that I couldn't identify, but I knew something had to be done about my situation.
I turned head-on to Tsukitachi, who was now standing above me. His golden being eyes focused on me caused shivers to run down my back, but I still grew more defiant by the moment. I tensed-up my legs and prepared to attack, making-do with the extent of mobility I had. Hopping back on my toes, I was now in some sort of crouching-sit pose. I tried not to put much thought into my nakedness, it would only distract me. I could save my pride for later.
Throwing myself forward, I lunged into Tsukitachi's legs, hoping to bring him down and maybe knock him out. The captain did indeed tumble, but made no other reaction. He let himself fall to the ground, and I quickly retreated to a far corner, to observe whether my plan had worked or not. Staring at the body that was lying on the floor, I immediately noticed the change that took place. Tsukitachi's stomach gurgled into a black gooey substance and caved in, the same thing beginning to happen to his limbs.
I stared on in horror, thanking for the lack of my stomach contents, for if I had eaten something, it would surely be back up and on the floor by now. It wasn't as if the scene before me secreted a smell, but the sight alone was enough to make me sick.
Refocusing, I profusely rattled my binding chains, slamming them up and down, against the wall, and I even dragged them across the floor. I needed to get them off, no matter what, so I strongly slammed by ankles and wrists against the wall. I gritted my teeth in pain and looked down to the chains. I could see they were scratched, more so than not, and I took that as a sign of hope. Just a couple more hits….and they would most definitely break.
The deafening clatter of chains hitting walls almost, but not completely, drowned out the sound of a bubbling Tsukitachi. He wasn't moving at all, and I had no idea what state he was in. Dead or alive? What..was happening exactly? I was already confused as to why he took me in the first place, and now he's putting on this little scene? Questions bombarded my thoughts, until…
-Chink-
The chains fell off my hands and feet, and I sprung to my feet, my muscles sore from being chained for so long. Standing in the corner, I observed the unidentifiable First-ship captain before running to the cellar door that was left open. I couldn't control myself, and abruptly stopped and turned back to the mess on the floor. I still had questions….a lot of them..but…no. I furrowed my eyebrows, whipped my head around, and scraped my feet against the ground, my body emerging from darkness to light.
Among all questions, one still burned in my mind. Didn't Tsukitachi have a strong resemblance to a Varuga? My eyes widened in realization….
Aight, do any of you guys have the urge to end a story like 'And Aoba came in riding a Mink-unicorn and save the Gareki with his Aobooty.' DMMD fans? No, just me?
I hoped you liked this chapter J