FIRESOUL

Boy don’t say 내가 너의 미래 나를 믿고 기대 No No Boy don’t play 나를 존중할 게 아니면

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   ”No one said it was a date." She interjected loudly. Rei gave a haughty heave of breath, a hand pressed to her temple. This was the last thing she needed today.

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   She lost sight of him and only felt his tongue, quick and wet along her flesh. A protesting sound emerged from her throat, half frustration and half disgust. His hands were hot instead of cold, hard palms pressing to the sensitive parts of her chest, fingers pressing like vices. The mound moulded in his hand and she cast her head away. She couldn't see his eyes like this, and she would not allow herself to watch what he was doing.

   "You're disgusting." She hissed through her teeth. At his repetitive grinding she swallowed another gasp of air, skirt doing little to separate them, nor to dull her feeling of what pressed behind the confines of clothing. He found an arc to his advances, which found a strange spot that sent a shiver up her spine. Something different stirred inside her, and terror replaced it like a hot lance of pain.

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   "I'll be lucky when you're dead." And she meant it, her fate once again placed forcefully in his hand.

   She tried her hardest to fight against his direction, the muscles in her thighs becoming tight and sore from the force. He won, in the end, pressing in until she was trapped in a lovers embrace, her body forced against his groin. Her teeth clenched, and her nails bit hard into her palm, tearing the skin aside to feel something other than him.

   At least it's me. She thought as the front of her shirt ripped with a sound like wet paper tearing. At least it's not Ami, with her meek smile and tiny hands. At least it's not Makoto, with her dreams and love of cooking. Her garments beneath were torn away, bearing most of her chest to the chill of the air, uniform becoming sullied. At least it's not Minako, with her faith in the power of love. Goosebumps rose along her skin, nipples firm and taught in her cold sweat. Her stomach heaved gently, smooth and white. At least it's not Usagi, with her uplifting smile and innocent beauty.

Unforgivable. Those words. Ignorant and ungrateful. Her voice like fire. She meant to scorch him. But he’d burn her in the end.

Being antagonized compelled him to increase momentum. All honeyed pretenses laid to waste. He was impatient, his steps quickened and his nostrils flared. His frustration expelled through weighty exhale. Only after releasing this steam did he placate some his temper. Every inch of him a live wire waiting for an excuse.

❝I remember it differently. Don’t worry; I’m going to remind you how it went.❞

   She bit her lip to silence the sharp intake of breath. Suddenly the distance between them was non-existent and her skin burned in repulsion as he pressed himself close. Her sex was pinned against him and she turned her head away for a moment before she found composure.

   When she met his eyes her face was ablaze with abhorring spite. Several strands of her hair had fallen over one of her eyes, but the intent was there. His last statement shook her more than all else, her friend's faces flashing before her eyes. No— she wouldn't let them see. This was nothing she could not endure. She was suited to this.

   "..." She had no retort to bite back with, her legs locked in an attempt to keep him off, her hips trying to shake the rough embrace of his hands.

Angry, smug and most certainly bitter Rubeus surveyed her. The way she looked at him was enough to make him grind his teeth. She should have been broken after the last time they’d been alone like this. It was unthinkable that a woman, of all things, could possess that much pride. He wouldn’t rest until she accepted that she was only as much as he deemed she was worth.

The toes of his boots were turned out before he gave into temptation and stepped forward. His advance was steady; a predator eager for the kill but not so hasty that he’d pass up a chance to play with his food. This woman was his to use, an enemy soldier stripped of rights. He’d bound her to these with his dark intentions. Now, little by little, he’d bind her to him too. 

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   Every step he took sent her heart into a nervous patter, one foot fall after another resonating in her head. She regarded him coldly, her face a mask to her inner workings. She continued to flex her fingers methodically, calming in it's own way. She knew his hands, not through choice, she knew his barbed words and sharp gestures. Silence seemed an adversary and an ally all in one.

   "You can tell yourself that all you like." She made herself say. "All I see is a deranged boy with a control complex. Your tricks didn't work last time— lest you've forgotten."

She seemed to sleep for much longer than the last time he’d brought her this close to the edge. The power of the evil dark crystal resonated around them. Its presence invisible yet woven into every wall, floor and ceiling. Oppressive like he intended to be the moment he laid his hands on her.

For now he stood on the opposite side of her cell. With no windows and no doors the only light came from the pulses of negative energy. Beside him, in plain sight, lay every item she’d been carrying. The importance of leaving them somewhere she could see but not reach soon to be established.

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   His voice alarmed her, but not so much that she would allow any panic to show upon her face. Her lips drew back in a firm line, eyes cast upon her equipment strewn on the floor beside the man's feet. It took a second to register in her mind, staring blankly at the floor, fingers prickling between feeling and numbness. She had to think of a way to— to—

   She swallowed. Now allowing her eyes to look at her captor, dark with defiance. She wouldn't be afraid, even as the feeling snaked into her gut, she would not make it real. She would find a way out of this. She just had to keep calm and think.

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   The press of the hard surface against her back was cool on her skin, a strange feeling compared to the throb in her head. Midnight eyes fluttered on pale cheeks, tresses of dark hair strewn messily about her face. Aside from her head, her arms ached relentlessly, her wrists numb.

   Rei jolted with a sudden start, trying to force her eyes to focus in the dim light. Her vision wavered unsteadily, and no matter how she pulled at her restraints, she found herself trapped against the pillar. The soldier clenched her jaw, cursing herself for allowing this to happen.