The first thing Marinette was aware of was a pounding headache. She could feel each heartbeat acutely through the throbbing in her head, and it nearly made her stomach turn. She debated on whether or not it was strictly necessary to open her eyes. That's when she became aware of something that made her decision for her: a warm body next to hers. Scarcely daring to breathe, she slit her eyes open just a bit. Once her vision had cleared, she wished she hadn't.
There was a body next to hers. A very naked one, pressed up against her face. Her head appeared to be laying on a toned, pale chest. She strained her eyes upwards, trying to catch a glimpse of the face attached to the chest, but she could only make out a creamy throat. Snapping her eyes back downward, she noticed that on the other side of the chest was a snake tattoo. She distantly recalled it being called an ouroboros tattoo, she remembered having Adrien explain the symbolism behind it in one of the anime's he watched long ago. She started to feel the first tendrils of fear creep into her body as she cut her eyes downwards, taking in the taut stomach, and the line of fine midnight black hair trailing down before disappearing underneath a black silk sheet. Who was she with? What happened to Alya? Her memories of the night before were fuzzy at best, and caused her head to hurt even more when she strained to think about it. Whoever this was, and wherever she was at, none of it mattered because she needed to leave. Just as she was psyching herself up to move, an arm came around and started trailing up and down her arm. It was at this point in time that the last and most horrifying realization hit Marinette: she was naked.
"Marinette? Are you awake, love?" Hearing that nickname coming from a strangers lips made her abruptly furious. She swiftly sat up, and then immediately regretted it as the room around her spun. She brought her hands up to clutch her head, shifting to put her head between her knees. She breathed deeply and shivered as she felt a hand rubbing circles into her back. She leaned forward just a bit more, hoping the hand would take the hint and stop touching her. Luck was not with her as the hand rubbed into her back harder. She was terrified to turn around and look at his face, thinking that it would make her predicament seem that much more real. She heard some shifting behind her, and then something brushed her lower back as two hands started to slowly message her shoulders. She saw two legs spread out on either side of her. This was bad. What the hell is she supposed to do now? She couldn't just get up, as it would likely only anger him, but she sure as hell didn't want to stay still. Maybe she could pretend to start gagging, like she was going to vomit. Not like that was too far from the truth anyways.
A swift jolt of lightning ran through her back as she felt lips pressing against the spot where her tattoo was, raising goosebumps along her arms and causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end. She felt a wave of contentment forced into her, as her conscious receded. She knew she should be terrified of the sudden change in her line of thinking, but she couldn't think of why she should. A small part of her brain was yelling at her to run, to get up and get away from whatever was happening as fast as possible, but her body wouldn't respond. That part of her brain, that part of her soul, could only watch in horror as her body responded to the light kisses being trailed all over her neck and back. Her nipples hardened with want and heat pooled between her legs. She slowly dropped her knees and looked over her shoulder. Her gaze was met with two striking blue eyes smirking at her. His lips removed themselves from her neck, as he straightened up.
"Good morning, bella. Did you sleep well?" He smiled down at her as he scooted backwards, settling with his back against the headboard. The sheet was still wrapped around Mari, so as he moved backwards, it fell down around his knees. Her gaze zeroed in on his obvious arousal, his cock twitching as he took in her stare. "See something you like?" There was a dark humor in his tone, as if she was missing some inside joke he hadn't shared yet.
Mari's soul fought as her body turned against her will, her nausea dissipating as she crawled on her hands and knees up the bed. When she was within reach, she reached her hand out to draw a finger along the vein pulsing on his cock. With a sing-songed, "Maybee," she brought her lips down to encompass his head, flicking her tongue along the slit at the top. His taste was musky, and it intoxicated her. She hollowed her cheeks as she let him pop out of her mouth, before tracing her tongue down his length. As she took him in her mouth again, her hand wrapped around his base and began to pump in time with her bobbing. He gave a low moan and sunk one of his hands into her hair, grabbing the strands roughly as he pushed her head down without warning. She gagged, trying to remove his cock from her throat so that she could catch her breath, but his grip didn't let up. He allowed her head to move up far enough to where just the tip was in her mouth before he abruptly pushed her head back down. Eager to please him, or maybe just to get it over with, she quickly adapted to the force and pace he was setting. The sounds of her sucking and his moans filled the dimly lit bedroom before he yanked her head off of his dick. The roughness was startling, then again maybe that was just how he liked it. She knew next to nothing about this man, only that she wanted to do everything in her power to please him. His lips crashed onto hers and he pulled her onto his lap. She lost herself in the heated exchange of kisses, his tongue snaking out to dominate her mouth. A deep moan reverberated through her body, causing her pussy to tremble. She ground down against his shaft, smearing it with the juices leaking out of her. One of his hands was pinching her nipple, the pleasure pain mix causing her to gasp in between hot, messy kisses. His other hand was gripping her hip with enough force to bruise. The hand teasing her breast moved down to her other hip, after which she was lifted up and slammed down onto his aching cock. Whimpering slightly with the pain of his forced entry, she broke off to gasp into his shoulder. This apparently annoyed him, as he made a sound of disapproval before pushing her off of him. He flipped her around to where she was underneath him, trapped between his arms and his intense gaze. He lifted her hips before slamming into her again, causing her to cry out again. He set a fast pace, slamming into her over and over until she was almost numb from the consistent pumps. He lifted her legs up to get a better angle, reaching even deeper into her body, filling her with his cock as she screamed. He slapped her across the face at this, causing her eyes to sting with tears. He took no notice, only smirking down at her as he kept his punishing pace. She made to push him off of her, all thoughts of pleasure erased from her mind after his abuse, but he wasn't having it. He took her wrists in his hands as she pushed herself up, letting her fall back down as he brought them over her head and used one hand to pin them to the bed above her head. Still, he never slowed down his pace, looking to find his release even as tears leaked down her face. Her body was betraying her, still coiling tightly as he pumped into her again and again. With her satisfactorily pinned down, his free hand snaked back down to start rubbing her clit. It seemed he was determined for her to release at the same time as he, for his touch on her swollen nub was nearly gentle, a vast difference from the way he was abusing her pussy. Her body was overloaded with all the different sensations; the smarting on her cheek from his slap, the pain of being roughly stretched and pounded by his cock, and the coiling of her release from his ministrations to her clit. Terrified to scream out, but unable to hold back, she cried out as her release took her. Her walls clenched around him as she fell apart, and a dark smirk graced his face as he doubled up his pumps. Her head whipped back and forth as he continued to assault her now overly sensitive pussy. She cried out as her walls spasmed again, and this time she felt his cock swell before he was suddenly sucking a mark into her pulse point on her neck, biting down as he came inside of her. As soon as he was finished he pulled out of her, taking the sheet and wrapping it around his waist after he stepped off the bed. Leaving her exposed and utterly destroyed, he didn't even glance back as he walked into his bathroom and closed the door.
Marinette laid in the middle of the bed for a moment before slowly getting up. She couldn't process what just happened to her. Was that rape? She had wanted it at first, for some reason she suddenly just couldn't help but want him, but she didn't like how she was treated during it. It was time for her to leave. Hardening her resolve, she slid off of the bed. The room was dimly lit, but she managed to locate her clothes in a pile on the floor by the door. Terrified he would come out before she was done, she stumbled as she tried to put her dress on at the same time as pulling up her underwear. Crashing into the wall painfully, she managed to leverage herself against it enough to get everything on straight. Forgoing the ridiculous heels Alya put her in, she walked to the door and twisted the knob. Nothing. She tried again. Still nothing. Now pure panic was starting to set in. Why was the door locked? She jiggled the knob, desperately hoping it was just stuck and a good tug would break it loose. She gripped it harder, straining to turn it any way it would go. She put one hand over the other to give herself some extra leverage. A burning sensation across her right palm cut through the fog of fear. It almost felt like something had cut her. She pulled her hands away from the door, holding them up with her palms facing towards her to inspect them. She didn't see any cut on her right palm, but she did notice a thin band on her left hand ring finger. No no no no no no. This can't be happening to me, she thought as her hands began to shake violently. She slowly turned her hands over, sobbing when her eyes caught the ring situated on her finger.
It was hideous. While she was sure some woman out there in the world would find it appealing, the thought of what it stood for was enough to make Marinette despise it on sight. She brought her hand closer to examine her new…. Adornment. The band itself was black, with turquoise colored gems crusting the majority of its surface. They started out small, before growing larger and clumping together to form the thick body of a serpent. The jewels then twisted together to form a knot through which a snake head emerged. The black band formed it's jaw and nose features. As disconcerting as this was, the color of its eyes were what caused Marinette's tears to start afresh. Its eyes consisted of two emeralds. Just like Adrien's. Only, these emerald eyes glared at her like they were about to devour her whole. She needed to find her phone and send a message for help. Surely Alya hadn't left yet, she could send her a quick text and have her come pick her up - only Marinette had no clue where she was. Hopefully she would have time to check her GPS and send her location out. Luka had started the shower at some point, and she could still hear the water running. This gave her the courage she needed to start digging around his bedroom for her purse. It wasn't with her clothes, which was odd. She took this opportunity to find the light switch by the locked bedroom door and flicked it up. Light flooded the room as she took stock of her surroundings. The room itself was plain. Beige paint spanned the walls, with white crown molding accents along the bottom and top. The carpet was a light tan color. There was a black hard backed chair with a small black table next to it tucked into one corner of the room. The nightstands on either side of the massive bed were white, with small black lamps adorning both of them. The bed itself was on a black wooden frame, with a ornate headboard against the wall. The sheets were silky and black, with turquoise pillows strewn about the surface. The thought of what had happened to her against those sheets caused her stomach to tighten and she quickly averted her eyes to continue her search. Against the next wall was a white dresser with a big picture window above it. The window was covered by turquoise blackout curtains, so it gave off little light to help her. Her initial sweep didn't catch her purse, so she began moving about the room. Starting around the dresser, she looked behind it and under it in case it had simply fallen off where she laid it the night before. No luck. She moved her search to the drawers in the dresser, opening and shutting each one but only finding clothes. Designer shirts and undergarments caught her eye as she looked. Now that she had a task to complete and was focused, some of her memory of the night before had started to filter in. She vaguely recalled him saying he was in a band, and had some affiliation with the club they were at last night. Apparently his band was doing well, because these clothes were expensive. Shaking her head, she gently closed the last drawer and spun around. Striding over to the chair in the opposite corner of the room, she lifted the cushion. Disappointment stabbed through her as she found underneath it. She dropped down to the floor to look under it, nearly yelling in triumph as her hand brushed the strap of her purse. She yanked it out and popped the clasp open, praying to any higher power listening that her phone still had battery left. She fumbled the phone out and quickly hit the button to light the screen up. She exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding as the screen came on. She had a dozen missed calls, nearly fifty texts from Alya, and strangely enough, a text from a number that wasn't in her phone. She could worry about that last one later, after she had made contact with Alya. Quickly pulling up their convo, she didn't even bother to read the messages Alya had sent before she started typing.
Mari: PLEASE COME GET ME. I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH TIME I HAVE LEFT BEFORE HE COMES OUT AND FINDS ME AGAIN.
Marinette held her breath as she hoped and prayed that Alya had her phone nearby. She almost cried in relief when she saw the dots appear, signifying Alya's response.
Alya: GIRL. I have been out of my mind fucking worried sick. You and me are gonna have words, you understand me? Words. Give me a second to make sure I have your location. In the meantime, I want you to do anything and everything you can to GTFO of there.
Marinette was never more grateful for her best friend then she was in that moment. She remembered making fun of Alya installing the tracking app on her phone before she left Paris, teasing Alya for being a creepy stalker. Alya had simply stated with a straight face that if Marinette was going to famous, Alya wanted to know exactly where she was at all times, like a true fangirl. They had both dissolved into giggles after her statement, unable to stop laughing at the sheer craziness of her statement for some time afterwards. Now Marinette couldn't be more happy to have a crazy fangirl stalker of a best friend. She would come through for her and save her, just like she always has. Marinette's attention focused on her phone screen as the dots appeared again.
Alya: Okay, I've got you. Looks like I can get to you within ten minutes. But don't wait on me. I think the place you're at is an apartment building, so you need to figure out what floor you are on and whether there's a fire escape.
Mari: The door to the rest of the house is locked, and there's only one window in here. I'll see if I can open it.
Alya was typing as Marinette was answering her previous text.
Alya: DO NOT WAIT. I will track you regardless. Break the window and start running. Just make sure to keep your phone on you at all times and I will come to you. GO NOW.
Marinette swiftly shoved her phone back into her purse and stood up. She became aware of the almost eerie silence that blanketed the room, before her heart fell into her stomach with the realization that the water had stopped running. Luka was done with his shower, and she hadn't noticed so she had no idea how long she had before he opened the door and her hell started afresh. She ran over to the dresser, ripping the curtains aside. She groaned quietly when she saw that the window didn't open, there was no switch or lever to push it open with. She would have to find something to break it with. This would instantly alert Luka to what she was doing and her time to get out would be up. Or, she could try to locate the key to open the bedroom door with. Taking a deep breath to clear her head, she started to quickly narrow down places the key might be located. She felt drawn to the nightstand closest to her, so she yanked the drawer open and started to dig through its contents. Finally, it seemed luck was finally on her side, as she spied the tip of the key poking out of some sort of song book. She briefly noticed a set list and what she assumed to be lyrics to a song he was working on. She pulled it out and ran to the door, hoping against all hope that it was the key to her release. The bathroom door opened as she jammed the key into the doorknob, twisting it so fast that she scraped her finger when it stopped but her sweaty hand kept turning. She didn't bother turning around as she heard him yell out. She quickly slipped through the door and slammed it shut in his face, turning the lock once more, effectively locking him in. She had no doubt that there was a second key, so she knew that this only bought her a little time.
Marinette looked for a way out. She noticed the elevator, but she knew that wouldn't be the best plan. They took too long and by the time it would get there, he'd have his hands back on her. She searched around her as she ran down the long hallway. Room after room passed by her in a blur and she panted as her heart ached and pounded against her ribcage. Finally, she found a door with a 'stairs' sign on it. She yanked it open and looked behind her to see him barreling down the hallway yelling her name. Marinette didn't even think twice as she booked it through the door and down the cement stairway. Her footsteps echoed loudly off of the walls, along with her heavy uneven breathing. She felt like her feet were going to fall out from under her, but she tried to keep balance and not trip. Now would not be the best time for one of her 'clumsy Marinette' moments. Heavy footsteps pounded behind her, along with an echoing sinister voice that spoke her name with the consistency of acid eating through paint. She knew she would never hear her name the same way again. It would be engraved into her memory for a century. A shiver ran down her spine and she bit her bottom lip to hold in her sobs. She had to keep as quiet as possible, because the alternative was too damning to think about. She finally reached the bottom floor and ran out of the building with him trailing close behind her. Everyone in the lobby turned to look at them, but no one did anything more than watch. She felt like she was an attraction at a freak show that people had paid to see. Marinette ran down the sidewalk and tripped on a crack in the cement, but luckily caught herself and kept running.
"HEY, MARINETTE!" Luka yelled out in an irritated voice that was filled with venom. His tone was laced with the promise of pain, causing Marinette to shudder. Marinette looked over her shoulder as she rounded the corner of the next towering building. "HELP! Someone!" She screamed out, but there was no one around to save her. She quickly gave up as she felt herself becoming too weak to run and yell at the same time, nearly stopping just before she heard tires squeal. Relief filled her soul as she saw Alya's car swerve around the corner and pull up beside her. The window rolled down and the comforting click of the door unlocking rang out into the silence.
"GET IN!" Alya yelled and Marinette quickly yanked the door handle. She slid in and slammed the door shut, right as Luka caught the door handle and tried to fling the door open. Marinette struggled to keep the door shut, but all of the running earlier had drained her energy. Alya glared and reached over Marinette and yanked the door shut with the force of two people. She was over this whole thing and just wanted to get her best friend away from this psycho fuck. She locked the doors and hit the gas, leaving Luka to fall face first into the street from the force of her acceleration. Marinette brought her knees to her chest, rested her forehead against them, and let out all of the anguish that she had held inside up to that point. She was suddenly aware of how much she hurt, both physically and emotionally. The memories of what had happened replayed in her mind like a never-ending loop of nightmares, even with her eyes were wide open.
Marinette suddenly remembered the ring on her left finger. She rallied, pouring her energy into her soul and began to try to yank it from her finger, but it wouldn't budge. She cried harder and hit her head against the back of the seat repetitively. Alya peered over at her best friend in concern and took her hand in hers. She tried to get her to calm down by rubbing the back of her hand with her thumb, but it wasn't really working. "You're safe. You're okay." Alya took turns looking from the road to Marinette. Marinette began to scream and kicked her seat in anger at what she had done. What she had allowed herself to do. She hated herself for letting it all happen and she blamed herself for it all. Blamed herself for sleeping with him and letting him treat her that way. Letting herself get lost in some random man at a bar. If she was totally honest with herself, she was absolutely appalled at the mess she had gotten herself into. "I'll drop you off at your flat." She snapped out of her self loathing as Alya smiled at her before turning her eyes back on the road. Marinette grabbed her hand that was on the steering wheel and Alya looked over at her. "I can't go home! He could know where I live. He could find me. He could take me away. He could use me again and leave me there. He could have me killed, Als! I- I can't go home. I-" Marinette's eyes were wild with fear. "Shh… chill out. At least stop by and grab a few things and then we'll figure this all out."
Alya tried to bring her best friend back to reality. Nothing could bring Marinette back to the way she was before this, and Alya knew it. Alya didn't even know what happened to Marinette, but she knew whatever it was, it had changed her. Marinette felt like she'd be broken forever. That anything from slight smells to sounds might bring her back to that nightmare. That he might be back to steal her back into his den. That he might capture her and wrap her in chains and never let her go. Drug her and keep her sedated so that he may have his way with her over and over again without her consent. She touched a spot on her skin that had become tender and was throbbing. She flipped the visor down, intent on checking the mirror to find the cause of the discomfort. Her stomach turned as she saw the massive hickey, with two puncture wounds in the middle of it that distinctly looked like a snake had bit her. Marinette shuddered at the implications of it.
Alya pulled into the underground parking garage and they swiftly got out. Marinette took off running towards the elevator the moment her feet hit the concrete, with Alya close beside her. They finally reached her floor and she quickly pulled her key out of her purse and unlocked the door. She opened her door to find her apartment in shambles. Picture frames were broken and glass was strewn about the floor. Torn fashion magazines littered the place along with her sample garments and a few other odds and ends from various drawers. She looked around to see cabinets were flung open and cups were shattered along the kitchen tile. Marinette sunk to the floor, tucking her head into her knees and wrapping her arms around them. Alya took in her friends' nearly catatonic state and hastily moved towards Marinette's bedroom. She began to pack anything and everything she felt Marinette would want to keep with her, throwing it all into a medium sized ladybug themed luggage baggage.
Back at the entrance of the apartment, Marinette finally snapped out of it. She used the chair beside her to help get back up onto her feet. She stumbled down the hallway toward her bedroom, using the wall for support as her body shook with her sobs. Her legs quivered with the effort it took for her to walk, the fear nearly incapacitating her with every step. She finally made it to her room, only to find Alya zipping up the bag.
"I think I got everything." Alya searched the room around her. Marinette shook her head and went into her closet. She moved a bunch of designer shoes from a shelf and pulled out an antique box.
Alya watched her with a curious expression. She had never seen the box before, never even known that Marinette possessed such a thing, which was surprising because Marinette usually told her everything. Marinette opened it to reveal a million folded papers of varying sizes, some of which looked liked they had been opened and refolded so much that the paper was crinkley and soft. All of the papers appeared to be filled with the same style of handwriting. Handwriting that was familiar to Alya. She watched as the broken girl fished out a bracelet from the pile of letters. Marinette slipped the bracelet onto her wrist with one last broken sob before closing the box, clutching it to her chest like it was a lifeline. She wanted to go back in time, back to when she could feel happy again. She wanted to forget that Milan ever happened. Most of all, she wanted to forget that Luka had ever happened. Alya walked up to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let's go, Marinette." She nodded and went into the bathroom to grab her toiletries bag, before she locked up her memories of Milan, and her trashed apartment. They headed back down the hall to the elevator, Alya hefting the bag while Marinette just concentrated on staying upright. Alya slipped her hand into Marinette's as they stepped into the elevator, silently offering the support Marinette so desperately needed.
Alya wanted to stop for gas to fill up before the drive back to Paris, but Marinette was able to convince her to wait until the next city they drove through, just to be on the safe side. She didn't know how Luka had found out where she lived, so she wanted to be well away from Milan before they stopped for any reason, just in case he was somehow tracking her. A thought struck her. How did he know where she lived? What if he somehow had tapped into her tracking app, just like Alya did to locate her earlier? She needed to turn off her GPS locating services fast. She reached down and grabbed her phone, opening it with a hand that was only slightly shaky by this point. The further away from Milan they got, the less Marinette felt like she was being watched. Even so, she would take every precaution to make sure he couldn't follow them. She turned off her location devices, and closed down any apps that located in the background. As she was purusing her home screen to make sure she had attended to all of the apps, she noticed that she still had a text notification. She remembered that earlier when she had looked at her phone at Luka's apartment, there was a text from a number she didn't recognize. Afraid that it had something to do with Luka, but determined to open it anyways before blocking the contact, she tapped her finger on her texting icon. Before she opened the conversation, she stared at the number, trying to recall whether or not she knew it. Deciding she had never seen it before, she finally tapped her phone once again. Any control over her emotions she had managed to gain went flying out of the window. Her bottom lip started to tremble and her eyes pricked with tears once more.
(07 23 12 45 54): Marinette, I know it's… been awhile. But I wanted to check in to make sure you are alright. Last night, my… Well, the spot where my tattoo used to be suddenly flared up in pain. I don't know what it means, but I'm not stupid enough to think that it happened for no reason. Please, just respond and let me know you're alright. Then I'll go back to leaving you alone, I promise. xXChat NoirXx
The events of the day, coupled with this message from the love of her life (because who was she even kidding, it had always been Adrien), finally caught up to her as she shut down. She didn't think she had any more tears to shed, yet before long there was a steady stream of them falling down her face. Sobs continued to wrack her body, her vision blurred, and her heart broke all over again. Alya glanced over in alarm before guiding the car along the side of the road and to a stop. She leaned over towards her best friend with the intention of wrapping her in her arms until she calmed, but something in Marinette's vacant expression caused Alya to look down first. When she saw the number on the screen, her eyes widened. She doubted Marinette recognized it, but she certainly did. It was Adrien's new number. The new number he had gotten right after Marinette moved out to Milan, so as to prevent himself from succumbing to the temptation of talking to her in her new life. When Nino had confronted him about it, he had merely shrugged and said that he didn't want to hold her back if she wanted to chase her dreams. Snapping herself back to the present, her eyes narrowed as she took in his message. She was going to text him and give him a piece of her mind at his awful timing, but first she needed to deal with Marinette. She gently removed her phone from her hands, placing it in the cupholder between them. Then she pulled her best friend into a hug, her heart going out to her friend that she just wanted to be happy.
Some six hours and some change away, a boy with green eyes continued to switch back and forth between irritation and agitation. It wasn't like Marinette to not respond to his messages, even if they hadn't parted on the best of terms. He was all but certain there was something going on with her. His tattoo had flared up again just a couple of hours ago, this time the pain was tempered with a sensation that caused his head to feel fuzzy. He was worried out of his mind for Marinette, and was on the borderline of doing something drastic. Closing his eyes to talk himself out of looking for flights to Milan once again, he was struck motionless as a vision filled his head. One of Marinette naked and crying, as she was held down and taken advantage of by a strange, sinister looking man. The slap across her cheek echoed in his mind causing him to gasp and his eyes to snap open. The wait was at an end. It was time to leave.