Hinata Hyuuga appeared to be living the high school dream. She was a kind-hearted girl who had once dated the popular guy she'd always had a crush on, had good friends, and excelled in her studies. However, everything changed when her father introdu...
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The next few days were the same. I never told Naruto, or anyone else, about Ena. I was too scared. I didn't go out much—I was always tired, and all I wanted was to stay in bed and avoid Ena's cruel remarks about me.
But the nightmare didn't end there.
One night, Ena went out, and I didn't really care where she went. I was just happy to have the house to myself—to watch TV and eat snacks in peace. After all, I was just a teenage girl.
A few moments after I got comfortable, I heard the front door lock. Someone was coming home. I waited to see who it was, and to my surprise, it was Raiden. What was he doing home at that hour? He was supposed to be on a mission. Something felt wrong.
This was the first time I was alone in the house with him, and I had a bad feeling. His office was near my bedroom, so I heard him coming up the stairs. I quickly ran into my room, jumped into bed, turned off the lights, and pretended to be asleep.
Moments later, I carefully opened my eyes—and flinched. I saw the shadow of his shoes under my door. Fear gripped me as I clutched my blanket tightly, watching him just stand there in the hallway. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as the door creaked open.
I was shaking like a frightened rabbit. I asked myself what to do. Should I say something? Should I keep pretending to sleep? I decided to wait, still acting asleep, praying he would leave. But he didn't.
I felt him sit on the edge of my bed. I took that moment to open my eyes, pretending he had just woken me.
"Huh? Hi, Raiden... You're home?" I asked, faking grogginess. But deep down, I had a terrible feeling about him.
He didn't answer. He just stared at me with those intense, glowing dark blue eyes. A chill ran down my spine.
"A-Are you okay...?" I asked, my voice trembling.
"No, I'm not okay," he replied.
"C-Can I help you with something...?" I asked politely, clutching the blanket close.
"Actually, little sister, you can. How about you give me a hug?" He opened his arms, waiting. I hesitated.
"Come on, give me a hug," he demanded.
I didn't like it, but I thought maybe if I just hugged him, he would leave.
"O-Okay," I said softly. I slowly approached him and gave him a hug. He wrapped his arms around me tightly, pressing me to his chest. I could smell his expensive cologne.
"See? It's not that bad, after all. Hold me like this for a few minutes..." he whispered in my ear, his hands caressing my back.
Suddenly, I felt his lips kiss my neck. I flinched hard. I wanted to pull away, but he was stronger than me. He held me tighter, still kissing and licking my neck.
"Raiden, stop!" I demanded, trying to push him off me. I was terrified. But he didn't let go. Instead, he pressed himself against me, forcing me onto my back. He climbed on top of me, one hand pinning my wrists above my head while the other rummaged through his pocket.
"Raiden, please—what are you doing?!" My voice trembled, my lips quivering with fear.
"Shh... Don't worry, little sister. Everything is going to be alright," he said in a disturbingly calm tone. Then, he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. "Stay still."
"No!" I screamed, struggling beneath him, desperate to escape.
"I said, STAY STILL!" he shouted, slapping me hard across the face. My skin stung as he turned me around and managed to handcuff my hands behind my back. The sharp, burning sensation spread across my cheek.
He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look into his devilish eyes.
"Oh, little sister, what are you so afraid of? It's me, Raiden. I'm going to take good care of you," he said in a mischievous tone.
Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to believe he would actually do such a thing.
"R-Raiden, please... you have to stop... this isn't right. We're step-siblings—you can't do this to me," I cried, hoping he would come to his senses.
"But we don't share the same blood, Hinata. We can do whatever we want. And I've wanted you so badly since the first day I saw you."
He lifted my shirt. "Wow, it's a shame to keep these all to yourself, don't you think?" He started to lick my breasts, making me so distressed and miserable that I felt sick.
"No...I don't want to... please," I cried and cried and struggled to fight back, but I was handcuffed and I had no power.
"I waited so long to see you begging like this. It makes me crazy." He turned me over on my stomach, taking my pants off.
"Oh, I spent these last months admiring your ass, wanting you so badly, little sister, and NOW I understand why. You're truly spectacular!" he said devilishly.
It was disturbing. He flipped me over again, scanning my body with a hunger that made my skin crawl. He bent over me, trying to kiss me, but I turned my head away in rejection.
"If you do anything, I'll tell my father!" I cried.
He paused, staring into my eyes. There was mockery in his expression, as if he thought I was foolish to believe anyone would believe me. A cruel smirk played on his lips.
"Poor little Hinata," he said coldly. "Do you really think you can run to Daddy and say I raped you? Do you really think he'll take your word over mine? Besides, your little outburst could cost him his job—or worse... it could put Hanabi in danger."
My breath caught. My whole body went rigid.
"W-What...?" I whispered, horrified.
"Oh yes," he continued. "You don't know anything about me—what I'm capable of. So be a good girl and do as I say. Then everyone stays safe. Understand?"
My mind reeled. Who was he really? Was he lying? Or was he powerful enough to make those threats real?
"You wouldn't dare hurt my sister..."
He narrowed his eyes. "Oh? Wouldn't I? Want to test me?"
He reached for me again, his intentions unmistakable. I shut my legs tightly, resisting him with what little strength I had left.
"I see you do," he muttered, straightening up, beginning to undo his belt.
