もののけ | monster | soshiro hoshina (Kaiju No. 8) (COMPLETE)

ろくじゅうに | sixty two

もののけ | kaiju | monster

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Trigger Warning: This chapter contains intense and distressing scenes involving physical and emotional abuse, non-consensual acts, and manipulation. Reader discretion is advised.

[TRUTH OF THE PAST]
PART 3

[A lengthy chapter ahead]

Kiyomi

KAZUYA'S HAND CLAMPED OVER MY MOUTH, muffling any sound that might escape as his other hand roamed where it had no right to be. My body tensed, every muscle rigid with fear and revulsion. I wanted to scream, to cry out for help, but his grip was too tight, and the terror that paralyzed me made it impossible. My heart pounded wildly in my chest, a desperate rhythm that seemed to echo in the suffocating silence of the bathroom.

This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. But the harsh reality of his touch, the way his lips trailed down my neck, made it all too real. The nauseating sensation of his breath on my skin, the forceful way he pinned me to the wall, it was all too much.

It felt like my soul was being ripped apart, piece by piece, as he violated every boundary I had, every shred of dignity I still held onto.

I tried to fight, to push him away, but I was so small compared to him, so weak. His hands were like iron, unyielding as they held me in place. The more I struggled, the tighter his grip became, until I could barely breathe. My wrists ached from where he pressed them against the cold, unforgiving wall, and the taste of my own fear lingered bitterly on my tongue.

Why isn't anyone coming? The thought pounded in my mind, a desperate plea that I knew was hopeless. I clung to the faint, desperate hope that someone might find me, that Soshiro-kun would walk through that door and save me, but deep down, I knew how unlikely that was. No one could hear me. No one even knew I was here.

I felt the tears begin to spill from my eyes, hot and uncontrollable as they ran down my cheeks. This was it—this was the nightmare I had always feared, the one I had prayed would never come true. And now that it was happening, I had no idea what to do. I was trapped, helpless, and there was no escape.

Kazuya's lips pressed against my neck, his kisses disgusting and unwanted, making my skin crawl with revulsion. I could feel his breath, hot and sickening, against my ear as he whispered words I didn't want to hear, words that made me want to scream.
But the hand over my mouth silenced me, forcing me to endure the horror in silence.

My mind raced, trying to find a way out, but there was nothing. Nothing. I could feel the despair closing in on me, wrapping around my heart like a vice as I realized Just how powerless I was. Kazuya was going to take everything from me, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I squeezed my eyes shut, as if that might somehow block out the reality of what was happening, but it didn't. I could still feel everything—his hands, his lips, the way he held me down as if I was nothing more than an object for him to use. My body shook with silent sobs, my chest tightening with the overwhelming weight of my despair.