Blame It All on Me. Part 2

Chapter 7. In the Jaws of a Wolf

Trigger warning: strong language, sexual assault, violence, blood. Strictly not for minors.

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Almost every person that was born and raised in a more or less peaceful environment somehow has the feeling that home is their fortress, and this is where they are definitely safe from any threats.

At that moment Arina realized quite clearly that such a concept no longer existed for her.

He did not even consider hiding – as an experienced Shinobi, it would require no effort of him to make sure she does not have a moment to even so much as squeak before finding herself completely immobilized. But no, he did not even touch her. He was thoroughly enjoying it. He was revelling in her fear, feeling his unconditional control over her.

Arina pulled her knees closer to her, hopelessly trying to merge with the wall behind her. Finally, she somehow managed to squeeze out:

"What are you doing here?"

With the same effort, a sheep in a wolf's jaws could ask what the latter was doing. But she had to somehow overcome this shackling silence.

Tekiro chuckled.

"As if you have no idea?.."

"You do understand," the girl said as calmly as possible, suppressing another sickening wave of panic, "that if you dare touch me, the whole dorm will come running here?"

"Oooh, no, we'll have to do without it – I have no intent of sharing you with anyone," Tekiro grinned with exaggerated playfulness. "Listen – don't you notice anything?.."

Arina's stomach dropped again: It was only now that she realized what exactly was wrong. And that it wasn't the fear that was ringing in her ears. Her mind obligingly recalled how she was languished in that sphere. It was like that now, even though she was still in her room. Without wasting her breath on useless screams, she turned and began pounding the wall.

Tekiro watched her condescendingly, not moving from his spot.

Arina quickly realized why, and stopped beating. If she had been able to think rationally at that moment, she would not have wasted her strength at all, because she did not even have any neighbours behind that wall yet. She turned slowly to face Tekiro again.

He was standing there with the air of a circus trainer patiently watching a dummy animal that was still trying to resist, but would inevitably end up doing exactly what its owner wanted from it.

"I see you have finally figured it out?" He flashed his teeth. "So, you have two options: either you'll be a good girl, and then maybe you'll even enjoy it.... Or..."

Arina looked at him with resignation.

"Or," he continued, "we'll resume our cat-and-mouse game. Frankly speaking, I personally prefer that option better. But I'm afraid in that case I will no longer be responsible for my actions. Well?" He tilted his head expectantly to the side.

"Tekiro," Arina tried to appeal to him. "Why would you do that? What are you trying to achieve? You know what's going to happen after that... They will find you even if you get rid of me."

"Oh, don't worry about that. And, seriously, what are you talking about? 'Get rid' of you... What am I, some kind of monster? It's much simpler, as a matter of fact. A small Genjutsu and – pshhhh!.." He made a gesture with his hands, as if spraying something in front of him, "... you yourself will not even know in the morning what happened. And it will repeat day after day. Night after night... if you prove yourself worthily, of course... And you... well, you will have strange... sensations in the morning... But surely you're not going to complain about this, and try and find out who's out there discreetly fucking you every night?.."