Hello everyone! First, I wanted to apologize for such a long delay! I really don't like taking this long to update, mostly because there's a lot of things you can forget between a chapters (even I do) and I don't want you to miss anything! That's why this time I did a super long chapter to try to compensate my tardiness. So, enjoy!

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There's no one but you

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Chapter 6: Fake Virgin

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Warning! This chapter contains explicit sexual content, rape, and strong language. Reader discretion advised

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Everything seemed like a blurry mess as Mikey carried me through a long and shadowy hallway. His large reptile hands were under my armpits, keeping me at an arm distance from his body. The voices of his brothers were still echoing against the walls, laughing and joking about what just happened. Truth to be told, my little 'accident' was the last thing on my mind in that moment. All my thoughts were still in that bloody kitchen floor, together with the mutilated girl laying over it.

After seeing her, there was no doubt why Mikey mistook her for me earlier. That girl's hair and skin color had been really similar to mine, she didn't see that much older than me either… and now she was dead.

Death: Devoid of any life, no longer alive, done.

I could felt the chunks rising in my throat. This whole 'situation' was just too sick… too twisted to be real "They said that girl only lasted fourth days. I already spent a whole day pass out. Does that mean I only have three days left? Gosh, if a girl who was so willing to be with one those beasts lasted so little then…" I gulped hard, already predicting my not-so-bright future "there is literally no hope for me… I'm doomed… I'm literally screwed"

My morbid train of thought stopped as soon as both of my feet touched the floor. They were wet, as well as my legs; even the bandage around my ankle was completely soaked. I shuddered. It was so gross!

We were now in a place that looked really similar to a gym's changing room, with a row of lockers at every side, a perfectly burnished wood bench placed in the middle, and teal mosaics providing a subtle hint of color to the picture. The normally irradiating from this place just made everything seen even more bizarre. This was a madhouse filled with monsters, but they somehow knew how to décor everything with nice taste. For me, that was just really messed up.

Suddenly, a pair of three fingered hands entered my field of vision and lifted my t-shirt up to my head "HEY! Stop!" I protested, flexing my arms to stop my only piece of cloth from being removed.

"That's dirty babe, you need to take it off" My green captor said with his usual grating voice.

I let out a groan when my t-shirt left my head "Damn, I'm naked again…" I crossed my arms in front of my chest, trying to save some of my almost unexciting modesty "Be strong Mika… don't give this creature the pleasure of seeing you cry…again" That was easier said than done, because as soon as I saw him stripping from all his strange gear as well, I began whimpering like a lowing cow.

Mikey looked at me with a mixed look of exasperation and amusement written on his face "Baby cakes, stop crying. We are just going to take a quick shower…Gezz" his maskless face took me by surprise for a second. It sure made him look different. He seemed older, maybe a little bit more serious looking? Yet, not so frightening as his brothers. That's when I first noticed the darker green dots that appeared to be the equivalent of turtle freckles on his cheeks. Some might think that would have made him look cute, but I was only able to think about Chucky from Child's Play.

"I dun wan t- shwr!" That in human language meant 'I don't want to shower'

"Pfff, what's that supposed to mean?" chuckling, he strolled closer to me wearing nothing but an unnerving expression.

I tensed and hugged myself tightly, panicking because of his uncalled proximity "Whu- whu what do you want?"

Then, as the a little sadist he was, he took out – literally from out of nowhere- the same small dagger he had used in my room to shredder my underwear and held it just inches away from my face. I flinched at the sight of it "I think is time we remove that" he said with an obnoxious little smile, signaling the wet bandage in my ankle. Or at least that's what I think he said. I don't know for sure. I was still too focused on the sharp object that was almost touching my nose to pay any attention to what he was saying.

He kneeled down to cut the wet bandages. He did quick and in a swift movement, grimacing and squealing in the process.

"Really, who would have thought that a sewer's monster would be so delicate about things like these?" It would have been my time to laugh if it wasn't for the paralyzing fear I was still feeling.

Chucky- I mean, Mikey, lifted me up again, this time wrapping one arm around my waist.

"Hey! Put me down! Where are you taking me? I dont-what the…" I went mute in the middle of my demands as soon as we entered this huge and steamy new area.

Now, this room matched a little bit more with the all surrealism of the situation than all the previous ones did "Woah…This place never ceases to surprise me… in a I'm-going-to-die-here kind of way" I remembered my first semester in college when we studied Japanese architecture. I also remembered telling my friend, Maddie, how much I would like to visit a place like this someday "How fucked up way to fulfill a dream…" Anyways, said room looked exactly like those huge Asian bathrooms, you know, those with the enormous bathtub with turbid hot water. They were called, onsen… I think.

But, to my dismay, we walked pass it until a small corridor with a row of individual showers, again, just like the ones you will find in a gym.

"Ple- Please do-don't do this" I pleaded miserably as I recoiled against a corner of the little shower space.

"What are you talking about, baby cakes? I'm only trying to clean you up, that's all!"

I shook my head frantically "I can clean up by myself!"

"Awww, are you embarrassed because of your little accident?" he pinched one of cheeks as if I were a kid "Don't sweat about it babe, I needed a shower anyway. I just finished training" I wanted to punch him in the face.

"I'm not embarrassed because of it…" or at least wasn't until you mentioned it "I just don't want to shower with you!"

"Sorry… did you said something babe?" But no matter what I said, he just kept playing goof while rubbing a soapy white liquid all over his body.

Hot water started to fall, and talking suddenly became more and more difficult as the temperature rose "I said… I don't want to take a-"

"Come, get inside, you will freeze on that corner" after deciding to ignore everything I was trying to said, he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him a little bit too forceful.

"Ugrhh…" the collision of my naked body against his hard-as-rock plastron took the air out of my lungs; yet, I recovered quickly in order to put some distance between us "Wait! Listen to- EEK!" I squealed with surprise when he squeezed almost half of the content of same soapy substance on top on my head.

"Careful with your eyes!" the twisted bastard laughed.

My eyes burned as if they were on fire, but I was determined to keep them open even if it meant hell "Wait! Don't to-"

"Why are you complaining so much? We are only taking a shower" he started scrubbing my head so roughly I thought my hair would fall off.

Eventually, his hands left my head to scrub lower regions. But, he continued doing long circling movements, as if washing a car "He said he wasn't going to do anything… maybe he's for real?" Although, I didn't know if was because the size of his hands, or because he was moving both of them too fast "Stop!" but, I was able to feel him touching everywhere at once "W-wait du-don't mo-ve like that" It was an overwhelming, excruciating sensation "Do-nt" and because of the water that entered my mouth every time I tried to protest, I felt as if I were asphyxiating.

"Mika babe, stop squirming so much, I want to end this quickly"

I had to support half of my weight on the wall because of my wobbly legs "I-I th-ink's e-enough already"

Mikey flicked his tongue and looked at me with a bratty scolded-child-attitude "But, you are still filthy babe, especially in…here"

Now, there is a limit to how much my body can take before reacting "I SAID STOP! STOP TOUCHING ME! ASSHOLE" that last part was not an insult, I was just saying out loud what he had just touched. But, if yelling at him haven't been bad enough, my hand also moved on his own to slap his turtle face so hard that I was able to heard more than a finger breaking in the process.

His grip loosened and I immediately stepped away from him. I knew getting very far inside that small space was impossible, but any corner I could squeeze myself into was enough for me, anything to get away from him and his wandering hands.

My breathing was frantic, as if I had just run a marathon, and it wasn't until a couple of seconds later, after coming to grips with reality, and after looking at my throbbing hand, when I finally realized the stupid thing I had just done "S-S-Sorry, I didn't mean to…" I hurried to say in such a submissive manner I couldn't help but felt disgusted with myself "Sorry…" I repeated, turning my face away and squeezing my eyes shut tight, dreading to see the same terrifying expression he had made in my room after I called him monster.

Everything went quiet "EEK! This time he's going to kill me for sure. Mom… I'm sorry for everything!" a strange tension felt into the room and I was already expecting my punishment when…

Nothing happened.

"Listen babe, I know you are probably still scared of what you saw in the kitchen…" he finally spoke, sounding strangely apologetic "but, you should know that I'd never let something like that happen to you…" his voice was calm, and the words came out from him like velvet "So, What you say? Would you let me protect you, Mika?"

My eyes flew open, and I immediately turned around to look at him. Not because I believed in what he have just said, but because I was curious to see what kind of expression he was making. But, just as I had suspected, I saw nothing… his eyes were as empty as his words had been.

I dropped my sight to the floor again "Why do I feel so disappointed?"

Mikey remained silent, with his hands planted at both sides of my head, trapping me against the wall and waiting for a reply. I suddenly felt suffocated, and I didn't know if it was because the clouds of hot steam filling the already-too-crowed space or because I was starting to grasp the reality of my situation.

What was I supposed to answers to that? Anyone with half a brain should have been able to notice the meaning behind such words. Basically, he was telling me that if I stopped being stubborn, he would make sure that I live more time than I would if I keep resisting "In other words, no matter what I choose, I'm going to die either way, aren't I?" The weight of that last thought made stomach flip "Are those really my only two options?" For a moment, I even wondered if such words have been a product of his own invention, or if he had copied them from one of his more intelligent looking brothers. Maybe it was a script they all repeated to every chick they capture to screw up with their minds as well. I didn't know why, but that last thought made feel really annoyed. What right does he have to try to bend my will and play with my head? Does he really think I'm stupid enough to fall from his crap? What does he takes us human girls for?

"Heeey! Baby cakes, did you hear me?" My eyes jumped back to Mikey's, now filled with anger "Girl, you space out a lot, don't you?" I need to give this mutant some credit. He had the natural ability to make me feel more irritated than frightened in any given situation.

Actually, I was dying to spit out everything that was on my mind. I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell at him all over again, I wanted to curse him using all the profanities invented by man, I wanted to sing how repugnant I found him and how I would rather prefer being skinned alive than being touched by him.

But, when I opened my mouth to finally say so… I hesitated. In the last micro second, I hesitated, and… like a coward, nodded my head in surrender.

"Good girl"

And lost the only chance I had to speak up.

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Sitting over a strange bed in fetal position, I was the vivid image of misery.

"Mika, stop crying already… Jezz" my captor annoyed words were only betrayed by his awful good mood.

He was currently going through a really extensive collection of romantic music in order to 'set the mood' as he previously said he would do.

The light was dim, but except from a couple of shadowy corners everything was still visible. And let me tell you, it seemed like something had exploded inside this bedroom. From the ceiling to the floor, the walls were covered with stickers, bands posters, and playboy's centerfolds. There were piles of comic books and videogames scattered everywhere, thousands of DVD's cases, and even some vinyl's stocked on already full-with-crap shelves. If I didn't know any better I would have thought that this was the room of a really messy teenager… that was still living in the nineties.

"Babe, relax" he said, jumping to one side of the bed "You look tense" he smiled, lying on his side with his head resting on his hand "Do you want a massage?"

"Fuck your massages!" I cursed in my mind, hugging my towel and turning away from him.

I felt the mattress shifting behind me and a pair of arms tensing around my abdomen "Mmmhhh…You smell marvelous now" he breathed against my neck, taking a sitting position and placing me between his long and scaly legs. The way his deformed toes curled up each time he took a sniff at me, made me want to rip all my hair off.

I began sweating cold "I can't do this… I really can't do this…" The only idea of being intimate with this thing made sick "I can't do this…" as soon as he tried to take my towel off I clenched to it as if holding onto my own life "I can't do this, I can't do this" no matter how afraid of dying I was, I just couldn't give myself up that easily "I can't do this, I can't…" all my nature screamed against it.

So, when his hand went up from my thigh to touch 'deeper' lands, I freaked out with all my might.

"WAIT, WAIT! I CAN'T DO THIS!" I unintentionally said out loud, turning around and extending my arms in front of me "please, Mikey, don't do this… please"

"…" He rolled his eyes and pinched between his eyes, I should have realized then that this was only going to make everything worse.

"Please… I won't tell anyone about you and your brothers… I will never tell a soul! I promise… so please… let me-" yet, my desperation didn't let me see anything else but that… desperation.

I was abruptly silenced by his fingers roughly squeezing my cheeks "Gosh, I'm really tired of your attitude baby cakes… the first time we talked you sounded so friendly and funny… but now that I know you better, you are kind of dull and depressing. Total boomer"

I began sobbing even harder "Really, what I'm expecting from this thing? What's wrong with me?" for the first time I wasn't crying for fear, I was crying because I felt shame. I was ashamed of myself.

Gently, and with obvious malice, he scrapped a side of my face with his free hand "You're lucky you're so cute… or I'd have already gotten rid of you for being such a hassle"

I felt the blood freezing inside my veins and without even a drop of hesitation I disengaged myself from him to run directly to the door "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" I shouted, slamming my fist against the hard wood "PLEASE SOMEONE"

"Woah…Woah…you need to relax babe" Mikey laughed from the bed, not even bothering to stand up. He knew I wasn't going anywhere.

Part of me knew that what I was doing was pointless and even stupidly dangerous "SOMEONE HELP! PLEASEEE" But at this point, I only cared about delaying the inevitable as much as possible "PLEASEEEEEEEEE SOMEONEEEE! LET ME OUT OF HERE!" and also because faith is the only thing you can't lose on situations like these "HEEELPP"

But apparently, all my ideas only serve me to get me into even more trouble "DAMN IT MIKEY! CONTROL THAT BITCH BEFORE I GET IN THERE AND SHUT HER UP MYSELF!" the power of that scream sent me tumbling directly to the floor, it was terrifying and made my legs instantly give up.

"I was just letting her drain out a little bit, Raphie bro!" Mikey yelled in response "I swear nobody has patience in this house" he sighed, kneeling in front my stunned form on the floor "are you alright babe? That big and scary brute scared you, right?" great, he was making fun of me again "don't worry, he already left, but you need to listen to me, okay? There are rules we need to follow in here…" he grabbed my face again and made look at him "or you can get kill"

With my face still in his grasp, my whole body began shaking with a sensation I have never felt before. It wasn't pleasant emotion, but it didn't felt that bad either, it was like a combusting feeling that grew in my stomach and came out of my mouth as a spit "FUCK YOU" gosh, saying that felt so frigging good.

But Mikey bewildered expression was soon replaced by a new and really obscure look "Oh! How did you know that was the next thing I was going to do!?" he laughed, taking a fistful of my hair and dragging me back towards the bed.

He pushed me down to the bed again, and with his hand still tangled in my hair he peeled the towel off of me "Finally…" he muttered hungrily, not wasting any other second to throw himself at me "dude, I was dying to do this" his breathing became labored as he began swirling his tongue against my neck.

I continued struggling and grunting beneath him like a wild animal, the adrenaline of the moment giving me a little bit more of strength.

At first, everything he did only felt ticklish, but everything turned into pure pain as I felt something sinking into my skin.

My eyes instantly closed, trying to tolerate the piercing agony at the side of neck "Ugh! Stop!" but the more I tried to move the more pressure he applied "Arggh" and that's when I finally understood what he was doing.

He was trying to stablish dominance.

I stopped all movement and gasped loudly, trying to regain my breath as I became limp under him.

Once he noticed my stiffness, he loosened his grip.

"He really is an animal, isn't he?"

Letting out a pleased grunt, he conducted his tongue down to my exposed chest, slowly circling it around my breast. His eyes were only focused on my body, always finding a new spot to lick. I felt like a human Popsicle.

Was this even happening? My brain couldn't even grasp it. Have I been stupid enough to believe I will be able to get out of this situation? I was aware of what he was looking for the moment he came into my room. What a fool, what a naïve imbecile I was. What I'm always like that? Why do I always believe everything will sort out at the end? Nothing, ever, sorts out at the end. I should have learned that lesson already.

As I tried to ignore his deep inhalations against my skin, I began detailing the ceiling, and began losing myself between all the 80th bands poster tapped in there. But my moment of release was cut off when I felt another bite, this time just over my ribs.

I looked down and he was staring right at me, the piece of flesh reddening between his canines, telling me with his silence I wasn't allowed to escape from this even inside my mind.

His free arm went to the small of my back and lifted me a couple of inches from the bed. He had literally fit my whole right breast inside his mouth, and was sucking it so hard that I thought he was going to end up swallowing it.

"I guess this is why he preferred them bigger" I thought humorlessly as my tears blinded me. Was all this foreplay supposed to prepare me for something? Or was he only doing it for his own amusement? I didn't know anymore, but I was almost sure it was the second.

He finally let it go, making a nasty slurping sound "Mika… this isn't fun… said something… do something! I'm doing all the work!"

My eyes went wide; I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wanted to say "Excuse me? Did you actually just stop rapping me to accuse of being frigid?"

But instead, I just continued looking at him with a fish eyed expression.

"Whatever…" he finally said, before flipping me like a pancake on the bed.

"Wait! hmfnd" I was on my back now, and my pleas were muffled by my face being pushed again the mattress, and before having the chance to turn around to see what he was planning to do, I felt something sliding inside my me.

"EEEK! T- Take that out, PLEASE!" I hauled like a wounded dog.

"Oh, now you are talking, aren't you?"

"It hur- hurts please! Take it out!" I should have learned by now that pleading wasn't very effective in these situations.

"Babe, relax, is only a digit"

You know, one thing I have learned from my visits to the gynecologist, is that I suffer from a really bad case of 'shy lady parts' or as I like to call it 'hostile vagina' meaning that the damn thing just tenses up if any unauthorized object goes near it.

I buried my face in the sheets, as a new wave of pain shook me every time he tried to push himself further inside "Take it out, take it out, TAKE IT OUT"

"Don't tense up or it will hurt more"

I groaned "I know that…Ughhh" all my body was fighting against the intrusion and I just couldn't relax no matter what I did.

"Why are you so tight? Don't tell me you are a virgin?" he snorted as if that were the absurdist thing in the world.

I found that comment to be little offensive, more than a little actually "If I were what? WHAT? That's not your business!"

Believe or not, those words actually made him take his finger out and flip me around again.

"Are you for real?" his eyes were large and his mouth wide open, as if I have just promised to tell him the secret of life or something "Are you a virgin?"

The grip he had on my shoulders tightened, and I saw his posture tensing with anticipation. Was this for real? He looked so much like a kid waiting for a Christmas gift that I wanted to puke.

Of course I wasn't a virgin, but after seeing him acting like that what I was supposed to say? So, because I knew how terrible liar I was, I limited my answer to a curt nod.

Then, something incredibly bizarre happened…

"For real?" Mikey's previously icy cold eyes lightened up until they looked blue sky.

The sweaty mess I have become was rendered speechless "Woah… he really has to be the most gullible creature in the world to actually believe something like that" Yeah… I wasn't the most experienced girl in the world, but I was either a virgin. I mean, I thought the way he almost made his entire giant finger fit inside made it quite obvious.

He made a stupid little laugh a smacked lightly a side of his head "Of course you are a virgin, that would explain why you were so frigid, I bet you were so scared" while doing pouty face he embraced me -with a lot of delicacy this time if I might add- a nuzzled his face against my still wet, tangle, mess of a hair.

"Scratch what I said about gullible, I meant dumbest. He must be the dumbest creature in the whole world to have actually believed something like that"

He broke the hug, looked at me with the cheesiest grin I have seen in my life and said "I knew you were special" as he held both of my hands between one of his.

I was speechless "Whu- Whu What should I said?" I thought in panic. "Is this really happening?

The only thing that I knew was… once my lie is discovered, what happened to the girl in the kitchen will look like a walk in the park in comparison with what will happen to me.

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Gezz, Mika… What have you done? Mikey could be gullible, but what about his three scary older brothers?

To be continued.