Unmatched | ᴍᴀʜɪᴛᴏ (ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ)

Chapter 33

"Are you ready to talk now, bitch?"

I let my head dangle, my chin resting on my chest. My eyes were closed, my mouth opened, drooling on my lap. I was hungry and thirsty and tired. I didn't know how many hours I had been alone in this room. For a while there, I had thought that I was in my room back in my parent's house, but then I had shaken my arms and realized that I wasn't.

"Who else is there?" The man was shouting again. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back, making me look at him. "Who are you working with?"

I blinked, trying to focus my eyes on him. "Go to hell," I croaked with a raspy throat.

He whacked his hand across my face and pulled me back to look at him again. "There's the curse with the patchwork face. Mahito. Who else?"

So he knew Mahito's name. I didn't react to that. I only wondered who had sent him for me. And why me? Did they think I was the easiest to break? I bet they were now regretting that decision. I would never betray Mahito. I would never tell anyone anything. Never.

"What are they planning?" he shouted and pulled at my hair. "Answer me!"

"Then what?" I said, licking my dry lips. "You'll let me go? I don't think so."

He let go of me and took a step back. He thought he had the upper hand now. "You tell me, and I'll figure something out for you. Maybe I won't lock you alone into this room again."

I laughed and then gave him the sweetest grin I had ever given a man who repulsed me the way this man did. "Honey, there's nothing you can offer me," I said. "Lock me in here forever. Cut me all you want. Rape me, kill me, I don't care. I will never, never tell you anything."

His lips stretched into a nasty smile. "There's an idea."

He came closer to me, and I hit him with my head again, but the pain was so strong now that it felt like my head would split in two if I kept this up. I needed cursed energy. His. Or anyone else's. But I preferred his. I wanted to see him weak and empty before me while his energy was flowing into me, charging me.

"The more you struggle, the more fun this will be for me," he threatened.

But I didn't care. To rape me, he would have to get close enough, so I only waited. But the opportunity never came again. He went on his knees before me, and I tried to kick at him, but my legs were chained so tightly to the chair that they wouldn't move an inch. He ran his hands up my legs, across the holes in my tights where his knife had cut me. I tried to avoid his touch, the chains rattling, but I was completely immobile.

The man took a deep breath through his nose, smelling me, and then pressed his head between my slightly spread legs. I wanted to close them, but I couldn't; my feet were chained too far apart. I screamed out when I heard him smelling me again, his nose against my cunt.

He looked up at me with a finally satisfied grin. "Stop struggling, brat," he snapped. "No one can hear you."

That didn't stop me. I screamed my lungs out until my throat hurt and then kept screaming even more. He clasped a hand to my mouth, and I bit him, screaming again. The more he tried to keep me quiet, the less he could focus on pulling down my pants. I bit him whenever I could and pulled at my chains, the iron digging into my ankles and wrists.

When he went down to nibble at the spot between my legs through my pants, I closed my eyes and tried not to cry. This wasn't the first time that a man had taken me without my permission, but this was the first time when I knew that there was something better out there. Back then, my father had lent me to his poker friends, telling me that I was no use for anything else, and if they wanted me, they could have me. They were way older than me, too old, but rich, and (even though my father didn't know that and probably would have stopped them if he did) they gave me money, thinking that this would make it up for them climbing on top of me and shoving their shriveled dicks inside of me, fucking me for a maximum of two minutes before cumming into a condom that they gave me to dispose of so their wives wouldn't see. The money, of course, never made up for it, but since I hadn't had a chance to spend it, it came in handy after my parents had died.

Back then, I hadn't experienced anything else. I had never experienced joy during sex. I hadn't even known if it was possible for me. But this now was different. I had Mahito. And I was so madly in love with him that only thinking about being away from him for so long hurt. And I knew now what sex was supposed to be like. I now knew that I had someone to depend on, to fight for, and someone to fight for me.

I closed my eyes when I felt the man sticking out his tongue and pressing it against the fabric of my pants. Tears were welling up in my eyes as I tried, in vain, to free myself of these chains. I pressed my eyes shut so tightly that I could see little stars.

And then, suddenly, as I pulled my hands, the rattling got loud and then stopped altogether. My hands were suddenly free. I opened my eyes, whipping around in my chair, trying to see what had happened. But I couldn't be bothered to look for too long. With my free hands, I grabbed the man's hair and pulled his head away from my crotch.

The horror in his eyes was so satisfactory that it almost made me forget how weak I was, and I had to take a second to savor it so I would remember it forever. His terrified eyes flickered from my face to somewhere behind me, but I didn't care. Using all of my last energy, I shoved him so hard that he slammed against the wall, giving me time to undo the chains around my chest and my legs. When I got up, I could finally see what had broken me out of the chains and what the man had looked at. Mahito. My face split into a grin at the same time as my knees gave way.

Mahito was by my side in an instant, catching me before I could fall. He held me in his arm against his side, keeping me from sinking to the floor. I hadn't felt this weak in a long while, and I certainly hadn't missed this feeling.

I didn't hesitate to kiss him, finally feeling safe. The other man could wait. But not for long. Neither Mahito nor I wanted him to think of escaping, so Mahito threw me a look after glancing at the man on the floor.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked me.

I nodded, swallowing thickly. I wasn't strong enough to answer him, but I wouldn't let him worry about me now.

"I want his cursed energy," I whispered.

Mahito nodded and slowly set me down on the floor. "Wait here," he whispered against my lips, bending down and kissing me.

I watched him crossing the room and grabbing my kidnapper by the shirt.

"You shouldn't have locked her into this room for so long," Mahito said to him in a threatening voice. "It gave me too much time to think of what I'm going to do to you."