On Mute (Ouran High School Host Club fan fiction) COMPLETED

Chapter 12: Eenie Meenie Miney SHUT UP!! Oh And Kyoya's A Rapist

Chapter 12: Eenie, Meenie, Miney, SHUT UP!! Oh, And Kyoya's A Rapist.

My eyes widened when I saw Kyoya.

The world hates me so much right now. . .

"Going somewhere?" he asked. I ignored him, trying to walk away but a hand stopped me from doing so. I narrowed my eyes at him. "We need to talk,"

"Go talk to a book. Apparently you two would have much in common like with a bunch of facts, really large egos, and are boring." I said, looking away from him. He arched an eyebrow and pulled me towards a room. I sat down, thinking of ways to escape. The window caught my eye, and that's when the plan sunk in. Now, I just have to wait. . .

He sat down beside me, looking at me full of concern. And why does he even want to talk to me if he tells me to stay away from him and the Host Club? Great, now I'm confused!

"So, tell me Asuna. Why did you murder your family?" he asked.

"Psh, like I would tell the idiot that's a freaking stalker!" I yelled.

"Then you leave me no choice," he whispered.

I was about to say something sarcastic till he pushed me against the bed and he was leaning over me with his entire body. His hair brushed against my forehead because he was that close to me. What in the world does he think he think he is doing?! He was literally giving me this weird look in his eye like I was his prize possession.

Creep!

"Get the heck off of me!" I yelled, thrashing around as I was trying to get out of his grip. His hands were holding my wrists and his knees were around my thighs in a firm way. Well, this was awkward. . .

"Now, tell me why you murdered your family." he demanded. Wow, when an Ootori wants something, they'd do anything to get what they want.

"Because they wouldn't give me the last Oreo cookie." I rolled my eyes. He held my wrists tighter, causing me to wince in pain. He leaned in closer, and I knew what was going to happen if I didn't stop it.

"Help! Help! Rapist! Kyoya's going to rape me! Someone help!" I screamed, hoping at least someone cares enough to save me. He put a hand over my mouth and was still holding me down. I mentally growled at him and then licked his hand.

"Even if it is gross, I won't pull away." he breathed onto my ear, causing it to sent chills down my spine. Whatever he was planning, it was working. My eyes widened in fear, wondering what he was pulling up his sleeve. Please, just let me go, Kyoya. . .

Memories flashed in my mind of what happened with those men, and tears weld up in my eyes. I quickly blinked them away, hoping Kyoya didn't notice.

But the world just loves proving me wrong. . .

"Why are trying to hold back tears? Tell me now." he kept saying, gripping tighter onto my wrists, turning my knuckles white as I clenched them into tiny fists. I didn't understand what happened in that moment, but he actually sounded concerned.

"Please, Kyoya, just stop." I muttered under my breath. He didn't move. I threatened to hold back the tears as more memories of those weeks flashed into my mind.

I could hear them laughing. . . Their sick pleasure of cutting my flesh till blood would flow out. The feeling of them inside me. . . Their laughter which made it worse. Tightening their grip on my bones. So close. . . so close to them breaking them. So much pain. So much blood loss. The only thing that I would hear is laughter and bones cracking. . .

I gave into Kyoya's torturing and cried my eyes out. Kyoya finally let go of me and got off of me. "I d-didn't want t-to. . . I was forced into killing them or t-they would've done it instead, forcing me to watch and then torture me. They cut me, and almost k-killed me. I barely even m-managed to escape." I said between sobs.