Author's Note:
Second last chapter!
Wow, I can't believe this is really almost over... I've come to truly love this fanfic. It's a good thing there's going to be a sequel then, hn?
I think you're all going to hate me for the ending of this fanfic. I'm really sorry, but it had to be done. That way I can torture everyone in the sequel... ahaha, I'm such an evil person. I apologize for taking so long to update. I know it's been a little over a week, but I had to get this chapter right!
I hope you all have enjoyed reading this fanfic. As I stated earlier, this is the second last chapter.
Enjoy~
It's been three days since then.
I haven't been able to forgive myself for what I did. The pain in his eyes was enough to push me over the edge. Seeing that unmistakable agony made me want to die. I'd considered killing myself as Reita had taken me away from him, but there was no way I could do that to him. I knew he couldn't live without me as much as I couldn't live without him. If I were to kill myself, he'd follow immediately after.
My face stuck to the cool wall. I dug my nails into the wall to keep from screaming. My mouth was filled with my blood as I'd had to bite down on my tongue to make sure I wouldn't let a sound out. The other night, I had started screaming. He'd silenced me immediately by threatening the one thing that I cherished far above my own life. Though he still didn't know his name, the thought of him going after my angel was terrifying.
"Nice and quiet today, are you?" He breathed into my ear, keeping my arms pinned to the wall. His chest pressed against my back firmly, his hot breath washing over my face.
I had no response for him. I'd learned to just keep quiet and let him do what he wanted. It seemed to save me from any physical beatings. My lower body remained constantly numb, so that I no longer felt the pain when he raped me. Recently he appeared to like the idea of pulling me out of class and locking me in one of the school bathrooms. Being that they were a much more public place than the dorm, I'd prayed that someone would end up walking in on us and stopping him. Obviously that prayer went un-answered.
A few minutes later, he finished up. I feebly slipped my underwear and pants back on and watched sadly as he washed his hands and face. He fixed up his hair, re-adjusted his shirt and then did up his own pants. I stood there once I'd finished dressing, waiting for him to tell me to head back to class. Just like he had the last couple days. He turned to me and smiled. A shiver ran down my spine, knowing that the smile was not one of the Reita I used to know.
"Your bruises are clearing up nicely." He took my hand, unlocking the bathroom door and leading me out into the hall. "It's good that you've learned to obey me."
"I love you Reita." I said, hurrying along the role I had to play. He was raping me, having total control over everything, and he had to push it that much further. I told myself that I'd have to force myself to believe that. If I was going to continue on like this, I'd have to believe I deserved everything.
"Mmm." He kissed my cheek, making me feel sick. "I love you too Uruha."
If I'd had anything left in my stomach, I probably would've gagged. However, since I was literally Reita's living sex toy, I couldn't do anything without his permission. That also included eating. I hadn't eaten since I'd told Aoi to leave me alone. The weaker I was, the easier it was for Reita to control me. It wasn't hard to see what was going on in his screwed up head.
"I'll see you later." He said with affection that I did not feel in my own heart.
I re-entered my classroom and situated myself back at my desk in the farthest corner from the class door. My classmates didn't look my way. My professor didn't bother to ask me if everything was okay. I was a walking shadow. Everyone just saw through me. I'd fallen so far into the dark loneliness of my own mind that no one appeared to know I even existed. That was for the best, wasn't it? I didn't want anyone to see me except… but then they were also the only one I couldn't bear to look at. It hurt too much.
