Your body trembles, racking with sobs. You try to force yourself to calm down, to stop pathetically hiccuping, but you can’t help it. You squirm on the bed as if that would allow you to escape from his arms holding you against his chest.
“Shhh…” Chishiya gently uses his right hand to rub your side in some kind of imitation of a comforting manner, using his left arm to still keep you in place after the stunt you pulled tonight. You know there’s no point trying to run away anyway; he’ll catch you. He always does, but for some reason, that didn’t stop you a few hours ago when he went to the bathroom. You probably just wanted time away since you’re forced to be with him all the time.
Sometimes, he lets you run and hide for his amusement, but not this time since it wasn’t planned. It didn’t take long for one of his minions to find you hiding in a supplies closet and drag you back, screaming and kicking. Chishiya scooped you back up in his arms, brought you to his room, and ensured a long night of showing “how much he missed you.”
You shift a bit, cringing when you feel some of his cum seep out of you onto your underwear. You had begged him to let you take a shower, but he only shook his head and kissed you. He liked it when you were filled with his cum; it was some kind of sick reminder in his eyes that you belonged to him and he could do whatever he pleased with you.
His hand stops rubbing your side and starts to stroke your hair. He enjoys “aftercare” almost as much as he enjoys fucking you. You hate both, but you especially hate aftercare because of how screwed up it all was. At least when he held you down to take you, it was tough to pretend that things were okay with you thrashing around and crying. But the aftercare, with you all worn out and sad, allowed him to pretend like he’s a loving, affectionate, comforting boyfriend. It’s a mockery of real love and care.
You sniff and put a little more force in your squirming out of your frustration. Chishiya interprets this as trying to escape from his grasp, and he stops stroking your hair to lift your chin to face him. You freeze as you gaze at his face with that familiar amused look in his eyes and a ghost of a smile.
“I suggest you stop struggling unless you want to be taken for a fifth-round.” You quickly nod and silently look down, blinking tears away. He sighs and reaches over to the nightstand to take some tissue paper, softly dabbing at your face and whispering how good you were tonight, how he loved you so much, and that if you somehow ever successfully run from him he would kill a random person at The Beach and it’ll be all your fault. You knew he wasn’t bluffing. That’s how Chishiya is: manipulative and cunning, so he wouldn’t hesitate to threaten other people’s lives to ensure you in his arms.
You had thought about killing Chishiya in his sleep before. One night, when he falls asleep cuddling with you, as usual, you would take a lamp and smash it on his head. In his dazed state, you would take the broken pieces to stab his throat. And then you’ll be free.
But if the plan failed… you couldn’t bear to think of the consequences. Chishiya, while on the leaner side, is much stronger than he looks and can easily overpower you. What if the lamp, your only possible weapon, doesn’t knock him out and he wrestles you to the ground? What if he wakes up when you get up? It’s difficult to get out of his tight clutch. Either way, people at The Beach will die if you try to kill him, and you didn’t want to think about what he would do with you afterward.
Chishiya finishes dabbing your face with the tissue and tosses it into the trash can. He grabs your waist and nestles you more firmly against his chest and wraps both of his arms around you.
Why? Why? Why? Why did it have to be me? Why did I have to catch Chishiya’s eye at The Beach? Why did I have to participate in a game with him? Why did he have to take a further interest in me? If I hadn’t avoided him because of the uneasiness I got from him, would we have a normal friendship? He’s like a cat who will chase what he can’t get. And if I hadn’t almost died during one of the games in front of Chishiya, would things be different? He seemed to really snap after that.
Your thoughts are interrupted when he begins to suck on your neck. You tense up. Shaking, you murmur, “Chishiya… I’m really tired right now. Can we do this later?”When he doesn’t answer right away, you quickly add, “I-I just want to cuddle for now, if that’s okay.” To increase your credibility, you snuggle up against him and hold your breath.
Surprisingly, he just embraces you and smiles. “Sure. You were such a good girl tonight; I should let you rest.” He gets into his pajamas and dresses you in yours. He reaches for the thick blankets and pulls them over both of you. He adjusts your positions so he’s able to spoon you. A silence drifts over and you realize how exhausted you are. Your eyes glance to the clock on the nightstand. 1:13 AM. You find yourself falling asleep when he says something that makes your heart stop.
“Say that you love me.”
Your chest tightens, and you decide what to do. Just saying what he wants seems like the best option.
But you can’t get the words out. You try again, but you can’t. Your mouth opens and closes and a part of you is glad he can’t see your face. Every time you try, you feel the urge to throw up.
“N-no. I can’t.” Your throat goes dry.
He pauses and then rolls on top of you, trapping you between both of his arms. He grips your neck, putting light pressure. A warning.
Gazing up to his face, you realize it’s one of the few times you see no amusement in his eyes. Only possessiveness, longing, and… sadness. “Say that you love me,” he repeats.
Tears stream out of your eyes, wetting your face that Chishiya just dried. “I-I can’t!” you blubber, your heart thumping. “I would be lying if I said that!” You shut your eyes, half expecting him to strike you.
When nothing happens after a moment, you peek open one of your eyes, and he’s simply looking at you with an expression that’s hard to read. He eventually picks you up and hugs you.
“It looks like I should be more proactive to show you how much I love you,” he whispers. “I’ll make love to you until you love me,” he adds, tucking some of your hair behind your ears.
In your exhaustion, it takes a second for his words to process, and when it does, you scream and push the delusional, psychotic man away. He easily catches your wrists with one hand and uses his other hand to tug your pants and underwear down.
“You said you’ll let me rest! You’ve done enough to me today!” you yell hysterically, kicking your legs.
“I’m sorry,” Chishiya breathes into your neck, tossing your undergarments to the side. He shakes off his boxers and positions himself between your legs. Panic bubbles up in you.
“No! No! Please don’t!” you sob.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. I know you’re tired, so just let me do all the work. As always, I’ll make sure you cum as well.” He kisses you on the cheek.
You try to push him off, but he’s way too strong. You yelp as he inserts himself in you with a shaky moan. You wince as you hear a squelch from all the cum from earlier. You shake your head and weakly beat onto his back as he begins to thrust in you, letting out hums of pleasure.
This white-haired demon is insatiable.
“You feel so good around me,” he sighs. “I love us being intimate. I’m sorry; I just can’t help but take you again tonight,” he says, as he rocks back and forth.
“It hurts me a lot when you say you don’t love me, but I read before that making love with someone helps you form a tighter bond with them. Eventually, you’ll love me.” He kisses your mouth to silence your protests, curses, and cries.
***
You’re sprawled across the bed, with a glazed, vacant look on your face. Chishiya slips back into his pajamas at the side of the bed. When he finishes, he sets you up and handles you like a fragile doll. He carefully dresses you back in your soiled underwear that has splotches of his cum from before. He then puts your pajamas back on. You’re simply limp as if your soul left your body.
He snuggles under the blankets with you tucked into his arms. He says how amazing you were tonight and murmurs other words of praise and affection. Your eyes find the clock in the dark.
3:47 AM.
You don’t know how to feel. You can’t feel much of anything right now. There’s not even anger you can muster.
“Say that you love me,” Chishiya whispers.
“I love you,” you croak.
You feel him smile against your back, hugging you a bit tighter.
“I love you, too.”
