Leeknow's mouth found hers, his kiss brutal and demanding. She could taste the whiskey on his breath, the tang of it mingling with the coppery taste of fear in her mouth.
Her mind screamed for her to fight, to push him away, but her body felt like it was made of lead. She was trapped beneath him, his hands roaming her body with an entitlement that made her stomach churn.
The kiss felt like an eternity, a battle of wills where y/n's fear and Leeknow's desire danced a sickening tango. His tongue invaded her mouth, and she bit down hard, tasting the metallic tang of blood. He pulled back with a hiss, his smirk now tinged with anger. "You'll learn to like it," he said, his voice thick with promise.
His hand slid down her body, his fingers playing with the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and y/n's stomach lurched.
The lips that had just claimed hers were now trailing a path of fire down her neck, leaving a trail of bites and bruises in their wake.
"Stop," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. But Leeknow didn't seem to hear her, his own breathing growing ragged with desire.
His hands found her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples in a way that sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the unwanted sensation.
"You're so soft," he murmured, his voice a dark symphony of lust. His hand slid lower, and she felt his fingers brush against the sensitive folds of her sex. She tried to close her legs, but his weight was too much. "So wet for us," he said, his voice a taunt.
The words were like acid, burning through her resolve. Y/n's mind raced, searching for a way out, a way to fight back. But every time she moved, every time she tried to push him away, she could feel his excitement grow. It was like she was feeding the monster inside of him.
Leeknow's mouth moved to her nipple, suckling and biting, and y/n's body betrayed her, reacting to his touch despite her revulsion. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, the saltiness mingling with the water still clinging to her lashes.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely audible.
But Leeknow was relentless. His hand found its way between her legs, his fingers sliding into her without preamble. Y/n's body stiffened, a silent protest against the violation. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she turned her face away, willing herself to disappear.
"Look at me," he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. Y/n's eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze. His fingers moved within her, and she couldn't help the small gasp that escaped her lips.
"You're going to enjoy this," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
The third finger of Leeknow's hand joined the first two, stretching her in a way that was both painful and overwhelming. Y/n's body tensed, but she couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her throat.
"See?" he said, his voice thick with triumph. "You want this. You need this."
Y/n's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief, her body trembling beneath his touch. The whiskey had dulled the pain, but it couldn't erase the horror of what was happening. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Leeknow's hand moved faster, his fingers curling inside her, and she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her lips. It was a sound of pain, not pleasure, but he took it as encouragement.
Y/n's body felt like it was on fire, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and resistance. But the alcohol had made her movements sluggish, her thoughts clouded. She felt a pressure building within her, a storm of sensations that she didn't want to acknowledge.
Leeknow's mouth left her nipple, leaving it tender and sensitive. He kissed a trail down her stomach, each press of his lips sending a shiver down her spine. Her thighs were trembling, her legs splayed open for him as if inviting his next move. And then, his lips found her inner thigh, the kiss a brand of ownership that made her stomach twist.
The warmth of his mouth was a stark contrast to the coldness of the room, and she couldn't help but let out a small gasp as he kissed her again, this time closer to the juncture of her legs. His teeth grazed her skin, a gentle bite that sent a jolt of sensation straight to her core. Y/n's hands fisted in the sheets, trying to hold onto something, anything, as she felt herself slipping away.
"Please," she whispered again, her voice shaking. But Leeknow was lost in his own world, his eyes never leaving hers as he lowered his head to taste her. His tongue slid through her folds, and she couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her. It was a sound of both fear and unwanted pleasure, and she hated herself for it.
The room spun around her, the only anchor the steady pressure of his mouth on her most sensitive part. She felt herself getting closer to the edge, her body a traitor to her mind. But she couldn't let this happen. Not like this. With every ounce of strength she had left, she pushed against his shoulders, trying to get him off her.
Leeknow's eyes snapped up, a look of confusion crossing his face before it was replaced by a wicked smile. "So you do like it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction.
Y/n's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "I hate you," she spat out, her voice trembling with emotion.
Leeknow's smile only grew wider. "You'll learn to love us," he said, his voice a low growl. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. With the other, he continued his relentless assault, his fingers moving in and out of her with a rhythm that made her head spin.
The pressure inside her grew, a storm threatening to break. She could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter, a noose around her will to resist. Her breaths grew ragged, her body responding despite her mind's screams. His tongue swirled around her clit, the sensation sending shockwaves through her. She tried to arch away, but his weight held her down, his grip on her wrists unyielding.
"Beg for it," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Beg for us to make you feel good."
Y/n felt the world closing in around her, the room spinning. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she knew she was moments away from succumbing to the inevitable. But she refused to give them the satisfaction of hearing her beg. With a Herculean effort, she managed to break free from his grasp, her legs shaking as she pushed him away.
Her vision swam, the edges of her consciousness fading to black. She could feel the blood draining from her face, the cold sweat on her skin. "I'll never beg," she whispered, her voice a mere thread of sound.
And then the darkness claimed her.
