Deep Edges | Yuzuru Hanyu

52.

Izumi was completely silent as he dragged her. She didn't want to risk making matters even worse than they probably already were.

One thing she knew, and it was that he was pissed and wasn't making any effort to hide it.

She quickly wondered what would wait for her once they were behind closed doors and Yuzuru's words about her being afraid of Akito suddenly appeared on her mind.

As much as she considered herself a strong and independent woman, Akito was still almost twice her size and weight. In the unlikely scenario of things getting too bad, the likelihood of her being able to escape with her own strength wasn't that big.

Still, that was a very unlikely scenario.

The truth was that even if she didn't enjoy the moments that followed, it wasn't enough to make her run away in fear.

Very much like the days before, he was ruthless in the way he treated her body.

Akito ripped her clothes almost as soon as they entered that room and it was easy to tell that he was starting to enjoy degrading her, something that she hated from the very start.

It started just after he got rid of her clothes. His eyes landed on her thighs, which were now showing the signs of the terrible practice session she had on the day before. The bruises were now evident and a clear result of her consecutive falls.

"These bruises are so fucking ugly." he muttered, angrier than she had ever seen. 

He hit her bruised legs in a series of slaps and grabbed them aggressively, the pain consuming every thought of hers. The sudden thought of Yuzu crossed her mind again to make it all better.

The memories of her first time with the other skater were the one thing that kept her sane as she laid there and Akito did as he pleased with her body.

Her soul just enjoyed the memories of Yuzuru's sweet touch, the care with which he kissed every part of her legs, and the constant worry about her well-being. So different and so much better than anything else happening in real-time.

If, by any chance, she had gotten slightly horny at that time, it was purely out of those old thoughts that seemed to linger.

No, she could never marry this man. She couldn't take this every day for the rest of her life.

"Answer me!" she heard suddenly, realizing that he was talking to her.

"What?"

"I asked who your fiance is."

"You are."

"Then why do you let that man touch you? I'm the only one who can. Stop being a slut and obey your man." 

Izumi was completely disgusted but letting him just release all that anger was better than fighting it back.

Funny enough, that seemed to be a pattern by now. She never fought directly with the man.

You could be sure that she was thankful when it all ended again. 

As soon as he released his hold on her, she left the bed and locked herself in the bathroom, completely sick about what had just happened.

What had happened messed with her so much that she found herself kneeling in front of the toilet and throwing up, letting go of all the food she had eaten on that day.

If the previous day had been bad, there was something about the remarks he had made about her body that messed with her. It wasn't even the ruthlessness about the act itself but the mental effect of all the disgusting things he kept telling her.

Izumi took all possible time she could to get herself together. She felt dirty after all of it and in need of a good shower that took far longer than usual. It was only after washing her teeth that she got out of that bathroom, body wrapped protectively with the hotel robe.

Akito was lying in bed, playing some games as if nothing had happened and she completely disregarded his presence while retrieving some sports clothes and a hoodie that she had once stolen from Yuzuru. She didn't even know why she kept it or why it ended up in her suitcase to Canada but was Izumi now thankful. The pure knowledge that it had been his made it a reassuring item.

She didn't get dressed in front of him either, going back to the bathroom and ignoring his looks when she eventually left again.

"Order us some dinner, will you?" 

The casual way in which he pretended like he hadn't made her feel disgusting was baffling and Izumi would be lying if she said it didn't affect her.

All she wanted was to get the hell away from him as quickly as possible.

"Actually, I'm going to Nanami. She wants to review footage from today."

"I thought I would have you for the rest of the night. Can't you do that tomorrow?"

"I have the practice for the free tomorrow, there will be more things to review then."

"But you should stay."

"I'm here for the competition, not for anything else." she quickly reminded him. "I'm sure you can figure out how to order your own dinner."

"You better come back early."

Ignoring what he said, Izumi just took her keycard and left that room in a hurry. Maybe that was the last straw but she knew that coming back to Japan single would make her mother lose it once and for all. Maybe it was just a temporary thing and once Yuzuru was out of the picture, Akito would go back to normal.

She didn't go to Nanami to review anything, she just wanted to talk with someone and by now she trusted the coach enough. Izumi also knew that there was someone else she could go to but it seemed like the perfect chance for the other skater to finally lose it and lash out at her fiance.

However, when she finally arrived at Nanami's room, it took just a few seconds for the tears to fall, alarming the coach right away.

"What did he do?" was the only thing that the woman asked, a mad expression gracing her face.

Izumi was sobbing harder and harder, not even able to explain why she was completely losing her mind with everything.

"I... can't..."

Hugging the skater, Nanami whipped her phone from her pocket in a quick motion and dialed a number right away.

Izumi didn't need to ask who was on the other side of the line. Hearing the coach's words was more than enough.

"Hey... you should come to my room right now. She needs you."