Repulsive Beauty

Chapter 3: On Defining Heroism

     Authors Note: T/W *****rape mention*****

"If you know what's good for you, you should start running.~" It's him. He sounds so angry, it's almost out of character. I can't run, there's no way I can make it out of this alive.

     "His~" I start, before I nearly fall off my stool.

     He grabs my shoulders and balances me again, leaning close to my face he coos "shh, stay with us, sweetheart~."

     What? He sounded so angry, his aura is flaring, why the hell is he comforting me and helping me up?

     "Hey man, I don't think she wants to deal with you. I can take her to her room." Borato chimed in, not taking the hint.

     "For such a strong girl, she's pretty naive, isn't she. She must have turned her back to her drink, right? And you dropped a pill in there so you could take advantage." Hisoka hissed. "I could smell it from the hall." He looked at me and made sure I wasn't falling over before letting me go and grabbing Borato by the throat, lifting him out of his seat.

     "I- Sh" Borato choked.

     "Raping the woman of the hour. What a power trip that might have been, hmm? Drugging the strongest woman here just for the chance to fuck her." He spit as his blood lust grew stronger and angrier.

     Boratos legs swinging and trying to kick, like a child.  

     I can't keep my eyes open. I can't feel which way is up, it feels like zero gravity. Am I leaning? Falling maybe? I hear clamoring. And voices. But nothing's lining up.

     "I've got you. Let's get you to bed.~" His breath was in my ear, thick and smelling of strawberry jam. That's the last I remember, thinking of strawberry jam on toast.

     I feel like I weigh ten thousand pounds. It's like the bed has a gravitational pull. I'm assuming I'm in a bed anyway. It feels soft. I pry my eyes open and try to judge where I am. I remember Hisoka's bloodlust, and then feeling really woozy.

     "Don't strain yourself, it's not worn off just yet.~" his voice called from across the room.

     Terror shot through me. Being so incapacitated and vulnerable around anyone would be alarming but it's a death sentence around Hisoka.

     "Don't. I'm." I struggled to even breath, never mind talk. "I'm sorr-" I choked out.

     "Tess, please. It'll be another few hours before you're back to full function. Just rest.~"

     I felt weight on the bed next to me, I couldn't lift my head at all but I could open my eyes just enough to see him sitting on the edge, as he reached towards my face.

     "Why the tears? Your night was headed in a much worse direction. I got you out unscathed. Next time don't be so juvenile, hmm?~"

     Cry? I didn't know I was crying until I felt his finger brush a tear away. I almost couldn't feel it, he was so gentle. I closed my eyes, it hurt to keep them open. Last thing I remember before falling back asleep was humming, and fingers brushing over my cheek.