Blossoms of the Dark

XLIV Selene: Stab

Trigger Warnings

- rape

- forced prostitution

- forced foreplay

- physical abuse: biting, bleeding, bruising

- nonconsensual kissing

- euphemisms

- misuse of kinks

- mental torture

- very crude language

- slurs for pet names

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I expect a punishment tonight.

I had left the infirmary an hour after Todoroki-kun had left. The chauffeur drove me to the mansion, staying quiet as usual. I had just set foot inside the mansion when I heard the commotion.

The sounds were coming from up the staircase. Being discrete, I silently stepped up the stairs toward the source of the sound. Those sounds were coming from Hanada-sama's office. Now, not wishing to find out about the cause of the sound, I head toward my room just as silently as before. I am just about to close the door when it slams open and to my horror, I come face-to-face with the so-called Pro-Hero who raped me the day of the welcome party. My "price." He leers at me. "Long time, no see, doll."

Hanada-sama catches up to him. Hanada-sama stands behind him and says to me, "He's asked again for you tonight. In fact, for the next month."

I clench my fists behind my back. I need to escape from this somehow. "Sama, I have something I would like to say to you. It will pique your interest."

"Not now, Selene. Your catering services to this man is the top priority."

"But Sama-"

"I said 'No,' Selene. We'll discuss later." He leaves with that.

I glower at the floor, suppressing my emotions and tears. I should have known that he wouldn't listen. By hook or by crook, increasing his business clientele is the most important thing to him. As his ace, that's the only value I have to him. I collect myself as much as possible and look at the Pro-Hero again. Just as emotionless as the day of the welcome party, I ask, "How would you like to have me, sir?"

He grins. "I have some ideas I want to try tonight. I've brought a gown and perfume. Wear them." He gives me a bag containing said gown and perfume. "Just them," he adds after a thought.

I take the bag from him. "And where would like to have me, sir?"

He looks around my room from where he is standing. "Here is nice. I want to watch you strip and wear these."

I bite the inside of my lower lip before stepping aside and letting him in. He sits at the foot of my bed and commands, "Strip."

I close the door and place my schoolbag on my chair. I stand as far away as possible from him and remove my clothing one by one. Blazer, tie, belt. Each item falls to the floor one by one. All the while, the man's eyes gleam with unrestrained lust. I open the bag and take out the gown. Or rather, what he calls a gown. All I see is a sheer sheet with two strings at the top to tie behind the neck. I am about to wear it, when he stops me.

"No, no, no, no, no. First the perfume. Spray it from head to toe."

I spray the perfume. I start from my head and down to my toes. It has a flowery scent. But I can't help but feel the stab of insult. I wear flowers in my hair every day because they relieve me. They bring me comfort. This man is stealing that comfort from me. Then, I wear the gown. It's strapless with an open back and a neckline that plunges to my navel. All letters of the carving "SLUT" is visible. It's only held to my body by the strings tied at my neck.

He gets up from the bed as soon as I've finished tying the knot. His eyes take me in with the same unrestrained savagery, and he buries his face in the juncture of my neck and shoulder, smelling me. "I knew this perfume was the right one. That day when I ravished you, you smelled of flowers. After that, I just had to get more of that. In fact, I brought some actual flowers with me." He undoes my chignon with more force than necessary.

He steps away from me to open a box he had brought with him. He opens it and takes out magenta rose petals. He throws the petals onto my bed. He puts his hand back in the box and throws more. He starts speaking again as he continues this. "Married couples usually have rose petals decorating the bed on the night of their wedding. But that's not a fixed rule, is it? Roses can adorn a bed anytime. Thanks to you, it's become my new kink."

Another stab.

He beckons me over to the bed. He pushes me onto it and buries his face in various parts of my body. When he reaches my legs, he lifts them and throws them onto his shoulders. He shoves the gown up toward my stomach, leaving my genitals on full display. He stares at it. Full of the intoxication of lust, he murmurs, "Your pussy is a flower, too. What's that euphemism. Oh, yeah. Orchid. It's one beautiful orchid, and it's mine for tonight and the next month. I'm going to deflower you, again and again, doll. Pun intended. Petal by petal."

One more stab.

He doesn't remove my legs from his shoulders. Instead, he reaches back up and unties the knot behind my neck. He slowly pushes the gown to my torso and attacks my breasts. His lips bite and bleed, suck and bruise. He rubs his hands down my arms until they reach my hands, where he pushes them into the mattress.

I thought I had gotten used to these sessions by now. I didn't think it could be worse than those carvings. I was wrong. So. Very. Wrong.

I glare at the ceiling to stop the flow of tears that will burst any time. Once he's had his fill of my breasts, he raises his head from them and takes his fill of my mouth. His tongue forcefully shoves open my lips and he roams the interior of my mouth. Teeth, gums, inner lips, my own tongue. He leaves nothing. He stops and sits up. He pushes my legs down his shoulders to stand up and divest himself of his clothes.

He comes back down and lies on top of me.

He smashes his mouth back on mine and plunges himself into me.

He grabs my legs and puts them back on his shoulders again. He grabs my waist and digs his fingers into my skin there. Back and forth, back and forth, in and out, in and out, I feel him push inside me. A few more minutes of this, and he releases himself. He extricates himself out.

I expect him to get up, wear his clothes, and leave. He doesn't.

He's still lying on top of me. He pants, "Damn! Last time was awesome, but this time. It's amazing. Never felt this good before. I think I'm going to have to stop calling you 'doll' and call you 'flower' instead."

Stab.

With so much turmoil inside me, it is almost impossible for me to speak. "I've served you tonight, sir. You should return home."

He grins sardonically at that. "Flower, I'm not going anywhere. Your Hanada-sama has agreed to let me spend the night here. With you. In your bed. Just for my sign to that deal.

"Flower, you and I are not done yet."

One last stab. 

The most painful yet.

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