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This is Chapter 27 Re-Uploaded.

Disclaimer: Trigger Warnings for Rape* You can skip that part if it's triggering for certain individuals.

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Playing The Long Game

Orihime felt the third approaching pressure of desire filling her nerves. Her fingers tugged on Aizen's brown locks as his tongue delved into her, tasting each droplet of essence she produced.

"Oh God!" Her toes curled when his teeth grazed her clit. He hummed in satisfaction feeling her pussy throb with another orgasm. Kissing her folds, he grabbed her wrists so she could let go of his hair.

Raising to his full height, his eyes gazed over her trembling body. The haziness in her eyes, the soft shakes of her breasts, her stomach rising and falling with each breath, her pink swollen lips drenched in both his saliva and her juices. She was a goddess in his eyes. It was time to take what was his. He waited two months for her to fully heal and he could not delay this any longer.

*Trigger Warning Begins*

Reaching for her waist, Aizen pulled up her exhausted body and carried her to the bedroom down the hall of the villa. Throwing her down on the clean sheets of the bed, he tucked his thumbs in the hem of his linen pants and pulled them down.

Orihime's eyes widen at the sight of his ample-sized member.

No!

With a burst of energy in her reserves from the bacon she had eaten earlier, she flipped over and tried desperately to crawl to the other side of the king-sized bed. But Aizen edged onto the bed, grabbed her by the ankle, and then pulled her down to his thighs.

"This is what you wanted. Don't run away from it now." He flipped her over and crawled on top of her.

"No… this isn't-" He silenced her with a deep kiss. She closed her eyes tasting herself on his tongue. The tears slid down the corners of her eyes. With his lips still on hers, he grabbed her left thigh and pushed it to the side. He swiveled his hips to fit between her thighs as she cautiously tried to force them closed.

With one last ditch effort, Orihime sank her teeth into his tongue causing him to pull back. The trickle of blood slid down the corner of his lips from her bite.

"You shouldn't have done that." Repositioning himself, Aizen took her other thigh and spread her legs open. Positioning his weeping precum dick near her core.

"No!"

"Yes!" At a slow pace, he pushed his crown tip past her folds. His eyes watched as her lips opened for him. Her wet heat slowly sucked him into the dark hot place. He groaned at the feeling of her pussy welcoming him in.

Orihime no longer resisted due to his tight hold on the back of her knees, she closed her eyes and took every inch he would give her. He pushed further watching as his dick disappeared into the wetness. All the way down to his hilt.

He leaned down and gazed at her contorted face riddled with discomfort. "Open your eyes and look at me." She shook her head trying to deny him of control. He let go of the back of her knees and grabbed her chin with one hand while the other gripped the sheets by her head. His fingers dug into her cheeks. "Open them and look at me," he whispered harshly.

Tears filled her eyes as she slowly cracked them open. His soft brown eyes peered deep into her auburn ones. "No longer shall you run away from me. You will be mine until we are both dead and buried. Understand?" She could only sob in frustration at her lack of power. "Answer me Orihime."

"… yes."

"Yes, what?" He gritted his teeth feeling her pulsate around his twitching dick.

The image of Ichigo and his soft smile meant for her plagued her mind. The next words came out easily when thinking about him. "Yes… I'm… I'm yours."

"Good girl." Letting her chin go, he took her hand and intertwined their fingers. His hips snapped and began moving. Orihime half sighed and cried at the feeling of him moving inside of her. "You will no longer resist me," he grunted with each thrust. "You will stay with me. Care for me. Love me because I am your fiancé. Soon to be your husband and the father of our unborn children."

His declaration was slowly erasing her image of Ichigo. Orihime angled her head back to get away from his words, but his hands entangled in her hair keeping her still. With her free hands, she clawed at his arms, but he did not budge. His figure was bigger and stronger than hers, because of his size he caged her between the bed and his build. She felt her body betraying her mind as another approaching orgasm pulled deep from within.

He got close to her ear. "Ichigo will no longer love you like I do because you are a murderer." She tensed at his harsh statement. The disgust on Ichigo's face knowing she has taken a life imprinted itself in her mind. "What man besides I will accept such a woman?"

He's right?

Can Ichigo love her after knowing what she had done?

Her hands fell from his forearms and laid by her side. He smirked, sensing her resolve deteriorating. "This body will forever be mine, so give in to me. Let me take care of you like no one else can." One of his hands slid down between them and captured her clit. In small rough circles, he pushed her to the edge.

Aizen groaned feeling her pussy clench and unclench around him. He moved away from her ear and sealed his lips over hers as she screamed at the overwhelming feeling.

*Trigger Warning Ends*

She could no longer go back to the person she once was before.

He broke her.

She was no longer Orihime Inoue who loved Ichigo Kurosaki.

But the shell of Sosuke Aizen's fiancé.

And the one that will kill him.

First, she must survive.

He was known as a gentle lover among many women.

He whispered affirmation of praises with each kiss and touch when he took them to bed.

However, with her, he had become a mindless sex god. After the first time, he had to have her again and again. Once was never enough. Well into the next day, he took her relentlessly. Her cries of terror turned to moans of pleasure through his ears. Her auburn eyes lingered with weakness and desire from the endless amounts of orgasms. Aizen pushed her beyond her means, but he couldn't get enough.

Orihime gradually fell in sync with him as he found his way between her legs after resting for a few hours. Her hips shifted when he did, back arched when he wanted to go deeper, and came when he was close.

He needed food to eat but she was sedating his hunger with her moans of pleasure.

"Sosuke…" her voice called for him as he pinned her face into the sheets. Splaying his hand on her back, she arched on command. Angling his hips to go deeper with his stroke, he watched as her eyes rolled back accommodating his girth. He plunged deeper and more demandingly. She hid her face in the sheets and gripped them with her hands.

From the mirror across the bed, he could see her teeth tearing at the sheets to muffle her pleasure-filled moans. Not one to hide such an act, he flipped her onto her back and filled her up once again. Orihime threw her head back at the deep plunge.

"Don't hide from me." She moaned at his words. "Yes, give me more of those sounds Orihime."

Watching her bountiful breasts bounce with each thrust. He pushed her legs to the side to get a mouthful of her mound while the other hand kneaded the other. Her eyes closed as she arched her back taking in her fill.

This is what he always wanted.

Her submission to him.

Be as it may have come at the price of two innocent lives, it was worth the effort in the end.

Ichigo's body laid across his bed staring at the refilled bottle of pain medication. He had gone through the first one too quickly. Staying home dwelling on the loneliness and the defeat of losing Orihime forced him to take pills to sleep through the pain. Sleeping was the only way to escape the isolation. The shame. And the ache. Sleep came and went but he woke up to the same quiet empty life.

His father would check up on him every few days with the same sad expression but would try his best to hide it. Renji came by as well to update him about the company and shipments to the malls. Brand-new deals were coming in, asking to affiliate with his company and to expand out of the country in need of his signature. The Ancient Collection business was running normally even without him physically there.

After four months of the same routine, his emotions had not changed.

Except when an unexpected guest decided to grace him with their presence.

About to take another two pills to sleep after sending Rukia a much-needed email for an upcoming deal, his doorbell rang. Placing the pills back in the bottle and corking it, Ichigo made his way to the door. Looking at the monitor to check who it was, his already neutral expression broke into anger.

Practically ripping the door open, his brown eyes fueled with fire. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Senna stood at his door teary-eyed and scared with a bundle of blue blankets in her arms. He didn't give a damn how she looked, she wasn't supposed to be near him. Not after all she did to obliterate his entire life.

"I'm sorry. I had nowhere else to go," Senna whispered.

"You think coming here was your last option? I don't think so." He was ready to slam the door in her face, but she placed her foot between the hinge stopping him.

"Please Ichigo."

"NO!" The bundle in her arms began stirring and suddenly wailed out in the long hallway of his home. The shrill sound and his shouting caused his dormant headache to emerge tenfold. Ichigo stumbled back grabbing his head at the force of the pain. Trying to blink away the fog blinding his vision, he staggered into his home to get the pain medication.

Not even making it three feet, Ichigo collapsed at the growing intense pain and blacked out.

The short sounds of beeping made Ichigo blink and stir in the uncomfortable bed. He groaned at the haze his mind and body were feeling.

"Hey. Welcome back, son." Ichigo grunted hearing his father's deadpanned voice. Turning over to the sound, he pulled back at the sight of Isshin.

"What happened? Why do you look like that?" Ichigo felt panic at seeing his father's grief-stricken expression. "Who died?"

Isshin wiped the unshed tears from his eyes as he got up from his seat by Ichigo's bedside. "No one. I'm just glad you're awake."

"What happened to me?" Ichigo swallowed what little saliva he had in his mouth to calm the dryness. "The last thing I remember was Senna showing up with… her baby?"

"Yeah." Isshin croaked before clearing his throat. "She's the one who called me using your cellphone."

"Oh."

"She called an ambulance after getting off the phone with me." Isshin wiped his eyes again before looking at his son. "Seems your headaches were telling you something. We didn't listen. It's natural to have some headaches after the surgery… but to that extreme and for so long was pretty bad."

"Bad? How?"

"It was a build-up of fluid in the brain." The two Kurosaki's turned to see Ryuken standing by the door. "Your cerebral spinal fluid had put too much pressure on your brain. We were able to drain it. You should be okay for now. If it occurs again, we will place a drain there to help alleviate the pressure surgically."

Ichigo touched the back of his head feeling a thick bandage there. The headache was gone but he couldn't say for sure since he was hooked up to an IV with both fluids and medication.

"Thanks, doctor."

"Sure." Ryuken looked at Isshin who was watching his son closely. "Isshin, can I speak to you outside?"

He looked over to his friend. "Yeah, sure. I'll be outside if you need anything Ichigo."

"Wait Dad, where's my phone?"

"Bedside table," Isshin pointed. "Anything else?"

"No, thanks."

He nodded before leaving with Ryuken. Ichigo sat up slowly to get his phone and scrolled through the missed calls from Rukia and Renji. Deciding to call the latter, he swiped the name and placed the phone near his ear.

"Hey, are you okay?" Renji answered after the first ring.

"I guess, according to the doctor's words."

Renji sighed, "That's good to know. Everything is all right on our end too. Contracts were signed and should be in effect by the beginning of next year. The clothing lines are up to date for the winter season as well. Some malls are asking if you… will be there in person to negotiate for next year's contracts?"

Ichigo swiped a hand across his face. "Yeah."

"Okay good." Ichigo listened to papers shuffling on the other end.

"Are you taking breaks and getting enough sleep?" Renji paused in his movements and stopped breathing. "Hello? Did you hear me?"

"Yeah… just taken aback by your question."

"Why?"

"You've never asked me that since I've known you."

"Seriously?"

"Very much so. Not to be the one to have to tell you this but… you've been an ass since we've met. And even worse to Rukia. You know since… Kaien died."

Ichigo felt a vein twitch from irritation. "Probably."

"Not probably, definitely. I've lived through it, why would I lie."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

"Some apology," Renji scoffed. "Being at death's door woke you up from the tyrant and cynical bastard you've always been?"

"Damn, have you always felt this way about me?"

"Yes," Renji said cutting through the bullshit. "I tolerated it because you were my friend and my boss. But that day you made Rukia cry, it was unforgivable. You were pretty shitty to her."

"I know," Ichigo leaned back on the hospital bed. "But you make her happy and you're starting a family with her now."

Renji dropped his phone followed by rattling and cursing. "How did you know?" His panicked voice returned.

Ichigo shrugged as if he could see him through the phone. "I saw you guys the other day and the weight she has been putting on is pretty obvious."

"Oh yeah… right," Renji chuckled.

"Congratulations Renji."

"Thanks." There was a silent pause between them. "Apologize to Rukia if you really want to feel better about yourself." With that, Renji hung up.

Ichigo looked at the Call Ended across his screen. "Geesh, that was rude." A knock on the door prevented him from gazing at the screen. His father walked back in with a sheet of paper. "Wassup." His eyes landed on the paper. "Everything okay?"

"Mmhm." Isshin got closer to the bed. "Here, you probably wanted to see this."

"What is it?" Ichigo moved his phone to the side to take the paper.

"DNA test results."

"For…?" His eyes glanced at the paper and began reading it. "Senna's baby… and me?"

Isshin nodded. "Rukia and Renji told me what was happening while you were hospitalized the first time. They didn't know the full story but from what Senna told me the other day, I requested this immediately."

"Why?" Ichigo didn't look away from the paper reading each line. Negative Match. His eyes zeroed in on the two words.

"What she did was inexcusable and to put so many lives in such a ray of chaos… all because of a goddamn lie." Isshin took a seat at his original place from earlier. "To know you've been going through so much and couldn't even tell me… dammit Ichigo. I was right there. Why didn't you tell me? I could have fixed this. All of this shit could have been avoided if you told me."

Ichigo peered up at him. "I could have handled it without your help-"

"Clearly you couldn't. Look where you ended up." Isshin sprawled his arms in the air. "In the hospital for the second time this year. Maybe this time it was a fluke in your brain… but what if Senna never showed up at your door to trigger the onset symptom? Would you have hidden away at home overdosing on pain meds? Like Kaien?" Ichigo opened his mouth to speak, but Isshin continued. "You know as well as I do, I don't like being here because of what he went through, just like you don't like being at home for the same reason." Ichigo glanced away from his father. "There were so many ways this could have ended… I can't afford to lose you too."

"I get it."

"No, I don't think you do."

"I do."

"Just stop." Isshin stood up. "I hate to do this but you're coming home with me after you're discharged. I, in the meantime, will look after the business until you've fully recovered. I already discussed this with your grandfather, and he agreed. Seeing you in the hospital bed for a second time would have given him a coronary."

"Yo, old man-"

"Shut up. Get some rest." He turned to leave but paused. "I got word that she's back in Tokyo." Ichigo's eyes widen. "This is the opportunity we've been waiting for, so don't push yourself more than you need to. We need you when everything has been set up. I'll update everyone on your condition in the meantime." Before Ichigo could ask him more, Isshin pulled the door open and slammed it shut.

Orihime rested her head on Aizen's shoulder during the plane ride back to Tokyo. Their fingers intertwined. Her left ring finger glittered with the silver princess-cut diamond ring. When she had woken up this morning to sex along with breakfast, Aizen had pulled out the small velvet box with the gem.

"Marry me."

The sinking feeling sealed her fate when she nodded and cried. He kissed her forehead as he pushed the ring on. The tears of never looking back to the picketed white fence with three children and the family dog. Instead, she was in a state of constant fear of her captor owning her body, soul, and future.

Or so she had thought if not given the opportunity.

For the past four months, she waited for this opportune time.

For the first couple of weeks, she watched him. Trying to see if he had a pattern or a routine to his daily life. The first two months he had one. Wake up, punish her, eat, punish her again, work in his office, punish her again, eat, and then bed to do it all over again the next day. After taking the last bit of humanity she had left, his routine differed.

The times he would set to the side for punishment were now replaced with sex. The hours spent were longer, making sure every bit of his semen remained inside of her. Times he spent working in his office, she was right beside him preparing the launch of magazines and make-up brands for her company. Establishing new products and exclusive contracts for his clients for next season. Giving blood samples started six weeks after that too. He hovered over her more than before.

When he had private chats on the phone with board members and his associates, it was then she was able to get things rolling.

With the nurse around to watch her while he was coped up in the office with a call, Orihime would excuse herself to the bathroom and eavesdrop on his conversations. Desperately trying to get hold of the names and shareholders of his company. When she heard the name, she went back to the nurse and played it off as if nothing was a rye.

When he went out to get groceries while the nurse was out sick -something Orihime had told the nurse to say to Aizen- she took the opening while being in his villa alone to snoop through his paperwork. It took many different phases to have the opportunity. First, it was communicating with the nurse. It was difficult at first since Orihime did not know sign language. With the chance to take a pen from Aizen's desk and a ripped piece of paper from one of his books, they began exchanging notes.

It was easy at first. Asking for little things when she shopped. Snacks, her own pair of underwear instead of the crotchless ones Aizen made her wear. Toiletries. Certain scents that reminded her of Ichigo. Birth control of any kind. That was difficult since they were on a small island with limited resources. Then finally, envelopes and sheets of paper.

After a while, she began writing letters to two people. Those she could deliver via mail. With nothing technological in her hands, writing letters was all she could think of. In the letters, she would mention the names she heard and what they contributed to his company. With the insight she had since starting her own business, she wrote down the person's weaknesses and how to control them. The next phase of her plan was to use the nurse to send them off without suspicion. The nurse was hesitant at first since Aizen was her livelihood but gave in when Orihime begged -lied- about her children back home. That the letters she was writing were to them, letting them know she was okay. She grew sad at the mention of children and quickly gave in to help her.

Getting them delivered was easy since the mailing office and the grocery stores were close to each other. The nurse had no problem doing such an easy task. With time they grew closer. It was hard since she had to lie about made-up children, but with great imagination about what her two children would have been like if given the chance to live… it became easier.

Needing more details about his company, Orihime needed the villa to herself to search his office. With a new set plan, the nurse faked being sick and could not do the grocery shopping like she had done every week. Aizen was the one who did the run today. He would have waited until the nurse recovered, but since they were leaving soon, Orihime did not want to throw away the chance. She gave him a subtle hint of her period being late, something she knew he wanted to hear. Smiling at the news, he got out of bed to shower and dressed to leave.

This was good of a time she could get away from him, even if it was for two hours. The first part of the time he was gone, her eyes searched for hidden cameras or anything that would trigger an alert of her snooping. But she found nothing. His phone would have access to those requirements but since being here for over four months there had been no effort on his part to look at it. Only when it was from his office about clients and board members having questions. Other than that, his attention was all on her.

Gathering the only bit of covering she had, Orihime ran through the villa wrapped in bed sheets. Entering the office with healed feet, she shuffled through countless paperwork regarding his company. Nothing stuck out when she skimmed it. Glancing at the laptop on his desk, she tiptoed to it hoping it wasn't locked with a password.

Opening the lid, her eyes glazed as the light turned on. The username was already filled but the password needed to be entered. Biting her bottom lip to stop herself from cursing, she quickly shut it and rifled through the drawers of his desk. Her eyes landed on files with her name on them. Ones she hadn't seen before.

It was about Senna and her ongoing case. The exploitation of the sex tape by the media.

She took the fall even though she wasn't the one who possessed it.

What a bastard.

Her eyes reached for the larger folder of files and sat on the floor to begin reading each page. The one that caught her eye was the pregnancy results. The father of Senna's unborn child. The first set of results belonged to Ichigo. Her left hand traced over his name but paused looking at the engagement ring on her finger. The destructive emotion made her focus on the next words. Negative Match.

Ichigo wasn't the father…

Flipping to the next page. Positive Match.

It was Ulquiorra!

What the fu-

"What are you doing?"

Orihime dropped the stacks of papers in her hands. Aizen stood at the doorway dressed in a full set of white linen summer clothes. One hand in his pocket while the other pushed his hair back into the sinister style she had come to know as his doppelganger.

"Nothing," she sat frozen in fear. Her plan was about to blow up before she even had the chance to start it.

"That didn't look like nothing."

"I was just…" her eyes darted anywhere but him. "…looking for a magazine for…" Think! "…wedding planning."

"Did you lie to me just now?"

"Uh… umm…" Say something! Deflect! "Did you pick up the pregnancy test?" Her voice sounded small in the large room.

His eyes narrowed as he leaned off the doorframe. "I asked you a question. Did you lie to me?"

Orihime shook her head. Find out some answers. "Her... Senna's baby… is Ulquiorra's?"

"So?"

"Why… why would you not tell me this?"

"What concern does Senna's child have to do with you?"

"She's been telling Ich-"

"Who?" Aizen took his hand out of his pocket and moved away from the doorway making his way to her. Orihime quickly shot up to her feet, dropping the sheets, and tried to get out of his way. But her back hit the bookshelf behind the desk stopping her from escaping. His tall build towered over her, glaring his soft eyes now filled with rage. "Say his name. I dare you."

The furor filling his voice and his eyes peering right through her made a chill rummage throughout her body. "I'm sorry," she whispered trying to keep the peace. His hand moved to trace her lips and then her chin before finding its way around her neck.

"Those lips of yours shall never say that name again." His other hand reached for her left hand. "Not when you're wearing this ring." His hand tightened around her neck. "Shall we stay another month until you've learned your lesson?" She quickly shook her head trying to keep a steady breath as he squeezed tighter. "Are you sure about that?" She nodded as she reached for his wrist, gripping it, and trying to pry it away, but he did not let up. Finally, he pushed her head back and let go.

Orihime fell to the floor taking in lungs full of air. He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on top of her shaking body. "Put this on so we can eat lunch. We have a flight to catch in the evening."

Now she was holding his hand and leaning on him as if nothing had happened hours prior. She was finally going home where everything would finally take place. His phone started vibrating when they reached the airspace of Tokyo. Using his free hand to gather the device, he smiled at the name across his screen.

Orihime glanced at the name and shrunk away from him. The one flaw in her plan stared right back at her on his phone screen. Aizen turned his eyes to her feeling her pull away.

"Relax," he whispered as his thumb swiped at the call and answered it. "Yes, Dr. Unohana? What were the results of Orihime's blood test?"

Three chapters left.

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