🃏♡︎The Arena ☽🃏

Idiot

Contains: Forced sexual actions, degrading words.

Hisoka... please... I need your help.

I silently cried as the man touched me, taking my clothes off. I kept silent, tears streaming down my face onto my naked body. The man took off his pants and pushed me against the wall. His body came closer to mine, and I tried with all my courage to not scream out. The second before he could enter me, a familiar voice echoed down the alley. "What do you think you're doing?"

Hisoka!

The man pulled out his knife as Hisoka walked closer, visibly angry. "Don't come any closer..." the man called out. "Or she's dead!" I whimpered as he pressed the knife into my throat, leaving a small cut, blood trickling down. "Bungee gum possesses the properties of both rubber and gum~" Hisoka said, attaching said bungee gum to the man's body. "Bye-bye, now!" Hisoka flung the man to.. who knows where. I sank to the ground, crying, covering my face with my hands. I heard footsteps approach. "Shut up," Hisoka grumbled, taking me by the arm and pulling me upwards. He picked up my clothes and helped put them on me. "I'll walk you back, seeing as you can't defend yourself," Hisoka muttered.

We walked in silence for the few minutes it took to walk back to Heaven's Arena. He brought me back to my apartment, and followed me inside, closing the door behind him. I sat on my bed. "Th-thank-" I tried to thank him but he cut me off, standing over me. "I will not help you next time. Learn to fight for yourself, idiot." His words pierced my ears. I started crying even more. "Pathetic. Pull yourself together," he continued. I sniffled and wiped my eyes. I looked up to his face. His eyes were lustful but caring, like that one night. He tried to show himself as angry, but I could sense his true emotion underneath.

Hisoka's POV:

I hated having to riducule Y/N. It stung when she looked up at me, her eyes twinkling with wet tears. All I wanted to do was wipe those tears away and sit on the bed with her. No, I can't. This is the first time I've felt this way about someone, and it'll be the last. I just need to keep telling myself that she was worthless. I only saved her so she could hand over her submission to me. Yes, that's it. I need to leave now, I can't handle seeing her like this.

Back to Y/N's POV:

I looked down, staring at the floor. I tried my hardest to hold tears back. I heard footsteps become quieter as the door opened and closed. He was gone. I sniffled and shoved tears back into my eyes. I stood up, dizzy from all the crying. I walked to the bathroom, staring at the mirror. I traced the slit on my throat with my finger.

I hope this scar goes away... it'll be horrible having it's memory with me wherever I go.

I took my clothes off and stepped in the shower. I scrubbed every inch of my body profusely. I must have been in there for hours, because when I came out the sky was pitch black and the hallway lights from underneath the main door disappeared. I lay down on my bed, wearing clean clothes and a towel on my head. 

Your body is clean now. As if he never touched you. Go to sleep, and hopefully you'll forget about everything that happened.

My body listened to my mind for once, because I fell asleep on the spot, without even being able to dry
my hair or turn off my lights. I slept peacefully.