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I Am The King	By : HollowedRose Category: Bleach > General Views: 9190 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 13 - Cold Fear
Ichigo kept struggling to free himself from Grimmjow's grip. It wasn't like he thought he could escape, but somehow he couldn't just go back to the room when he knew what Grimmjow was planning to do once they got there. The Espada didn't seem fazed by his struggles though, he didn't even seem to care as he kept walking back towards his room. The closer they got the more Ichigo fought to get free.
To his surprise though, instead of going left where Ichigo remembered coming from, Grimmjow turned right and after some more walking through a bunch of corridors they ended up on a very wide balcony.
He almost couldn't believe when Grimmjow let go of his arm and it was only then when he noticed the view before him, a barren desert as far as his eyes could see. He got closer to the edge of the balcony, wanting to see how high it really was, the thought of jumping and hoping for death crossing his mind for a second before dismissing it. Grimmjow would never allow him to die and if he so much as dared to try such a thing the Espada would go and torture his family and friends to death.
Ichigo wasn't about to complain for the little detour though, so he leaned over the edge of the balcony and stared into the horizon. He also didn't forget to move as far away from Grimmjow as possible.
"You will never be able to escape me," were the words with which Grimmjow broke the silence.
Upon hearing the words Ichigo shuddered, suddenly feeling cold.
"You're mine to do as I please, you exist only to satisfy my needs and desires. I will be the one to kill you, and no one else, so don't you dare-" continued Grimmjow but got interrupted by Ichigo who at that moment couldn't keep his mouth shut and suddenly felt the need to piss him off.
"Perhaps you meant to say that I'm alive as long as Aizen wants to keep me alive."
Grimmjow's head snapped towards Ichigo, his fangs bared and his eyes filled with hate.
"You're a fucking idiot if you think that! Do you know what Aizen called you? A GIFT! Yeah, you heard me right, he gave you to me as a gift. He asked me to keep you alive for the moment, so believe me when I say that it won't be forever. Perhaps he wants me to torture you some more before finally allowing you to die," said Grimmjow and laughed maliciously.
"I don't belong to you bastard!" yelled a very enraged Ichigo.
"Oh, but you do," said Grimmjow grinning and started walking in Ichigo's direction.
He knew the Shinigami would attempt to run, so before he even managed to take a step outside the balcony, Grimmjow had his right hand in Ichigo's orange hair, who couldn't help but hiss in pain.
"Let go!" screamed Ichigo and kneed Grimmjow in the crotch, something the Espada never expected to happen.
He cursed, then proceeded to smash Ichigo's head repeatedly into the wall until he was satisfied with the amount of blood trickling down on it. By the time Grimmjow was done, Ichigo was too dizzy to even stand anymore.
The Espada let go of Ichigo who immediately fell to the floor as soon as he released him. He groaned and rubbed his crotch trying to alleviate some of the pain that the brat inflicted on one of his most sensitive parts. The pain wasn't as bad as a normal human or a Shinigami would've felt but it was still a bit uncomfortable to get hit in the nuts. It was the act itself that annoyed him the most though. How did the idiot even dare to do such a thing?
He figured the Shinigami was starting to regain control over his body when he was able to lift himself off the floor. He was far from done with him though. He grabbed his hair again and easily pushed him down.
"Why get up when you're exactly where I want you to be? On your knees, in front of me, like the dirty little whore that you are?" spoke Grimmjow amused.
"I'm not a whore..." muttered Ichigo through gritted teeth.
"It depends how you look at it really. You are a whore, you just don't know it yet."
"Shut up! How can I be a whore when you were the one who raped me? It's not like I spread my legs for you willingly. You're fucking insane!" screamed Ichigo enraged.
"Then for whom did you spread them willingly?" asked a now curious Grimmjow who thought it was a good opportunity to know who before him touched the Shinigami.
"No one..." answered Ichigo in a pained voice.
He didn't want to say it but he wasn't a whore and he couldn't stand the idea of being called a whore when he wasn't one, that and, if he lied, Grimmjow would end up killing an innocent person thinking said person touched something that belonged to him, which wasn't in fact true because he didn't belong to anyone, but that was besides the point.
"Really?" asked Grimmjow, not even trying to hide how surprised he was. "You know, now that I think about it I remember you saying something about not liking men and about not doing something like that before. Heh, interesting, so I was your first, I hope you enjoyed it" mocked Grimmjow.
"I didn't enjoy it! Who would enjoy rape? You're fucking crazy!" yelled Ichigo and tried to get up only to get pushed back down by Grimmjow's other hand which enclosed itself around his neck.
"You're such a drama-queen," said Grimmjow rolling his eyes.
"Drama... queen...?" said a shocked Ichigo, and it was then when he snapped. "You fucking sadistic bastard, do you even know how it feels to get raped? Well, do you? I'm sure you don't! It's not just the physical pain you god damn psycho, it's the mental torture which hurts the most. It's the humiliation, the feeling of being nothing more than an object for someone to fuck for their own sick and twisted pleasure. It was so disgusting that whenever I see even an inch of you I feel bile rising in my throat and I have to struggle to not throw up. You make me sick you twisted fuck!" screamed Ichigo, still trying to get up.
He couldn't stand being on his knees in front of Grimmjow any longer. He decided that he would rather get beaten within an inch of his life and have his jaw broken to bits than to willingly do what he knew was going to happen in probably less than two minutes. The asshole couldn't even wait until he got back to his own room.
"You did scream like a whore though, while I was fucking you," mocked Grimmjow.
"I'm not a fucking whore you fucking bastard! And I was in pain!"
"You've got a loud mouth today, perhaps you should put it to good use. Earlier you were running from me like a weak and scared little rabbit and now you're fighting me again. Why the sudden change?"
Ichigo didn't answer, he simply didn't know what to say because he had no idea why he was starting to fight Grimmjow once again. Perhaps it was because he knew there was absolutely no way out of the situation he was in. Before there was an escape, death, but that escape was taken from him and all that was left was an endless nightmare in which he would repeatedly be physically and sexually abused. He knew exactly what awaited him.
Grimmjow tightened his hold around Ichigo's neck.
"Well? Come on, say it, now I'm curious."
"Because I can't kill myself anymore," answered Ichigo with some effort, the hand around his neck slowly suffocating him.
"A whore's logic hardly makes any sense," said Grimmjow out loud, like he was not addressing anyone in particular, but he was in fact addressing someone, Ichigo just didn't know it until he saw Ulquiorra appear behind Grimmjow.
"Grimmjow, let him go."
"And why is that Ulquiorra? Why is that? Do you see me killing him? No? Then fuck off," said Grimmjow sounding more annoyed than Ichigo had ever heard him before, but at the same time he could've sworn the man was also amused.
"Aizen-sama asked me to take him to a place where he could eat," answered Ulquiorra in the same indifferent tone that Grimmjow hated with a fiery passion.
"Well, I guess whores need energy to perform their duties," said Grimmjow laughing and released the hold he had on the Shinigami's neck.
"Come," said Ulquiorra to Ichigo and turned around, leaving the balcony and heading down the corridor, but not before slightly narrowing his eyes when he saw what the Shinigami was wearing.
Grimmjow didn't miss the change in Ulquiorra's expression even if it was only for a split second and started laughing like a maniac even before Ichigo managed to get back on his feet.
He didn't want to stay in the presence of such a madman any longer so he ran after Ulquiorra, ignoring the throbbing pain his head was suffering from and the stinging in his ass caused by every step he took, though he couldn't help but wonder what was so funny. No matter how far he followed Ulquiorra he was sure he heard Grimmjow’s laugh for about a minute or two after they left.
Eventually he did find out why Grimmjow kept laughing for so long... it was because of the clothes he gave him. At first Ichigo didn't think much of them since they were the last thing on his mind and he didn't care how they looked as long as he didn't have to walk around naked. The one who solved the mystery was none other than another Arrancar, possibly even an Espada, who saw them walking down the corridor. Ichigo couldn't understand how he hadn't noticed sooner.
"Oh my, it's the human who turned Soul Society upside down. I've been dying to meet you!" said Szayel in a cheerful tone and grabbed Ichigo to shake hands with him.
"Hello..." started Ichigo but didn't know how to continue.
"I didn't know Ulquiorra cared so much about you as to give you clothes exactly like his own," said Szayel and had to cover his mouth to stop the laughing that would've otherwise resonated throughout the long corridor.
Ichigo's eyes grew wide and he snapped his head in Ulquiorra's direction who didn't stop walking even after the new guy appeared. There it was, the reason why Grimmjow laughed like crazy for a few minutes. Ichigo couldn't stop but wonder how exactly did the bastard managed to find him clothes that were a perfect replica of Ulquiorra's. A part of him found it funny... a very small part... the rest of him was just pissed off for being subjected to such a joke.
"Szayel, leave," said Ulquiorra without as much as turning his head.
"Ok, ok, I'll stop now, sorry," said Szayel and wiped away the tears he had in his eyes from trying to stop laughing. "I just want to talk to him. Here, see? We're even following you again," continued the pink haired Espada and grabbed Ichigo to drag him in Ulquiorra's direction, the man's touch making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Just let me talk to him until you arrive wherever you're going."
When the higher ranked Espada didn't say anything Szayel took it as a good sign and kept on following.
"This injury that goes through the hand doesn't look too well, hmmm, let me see the other too, mind if I look at it?" asked Szayel but didn't wait for permission before grabbing his left wrist and examining it as well, making Ichigo wince in pain. "If you agree to come to my laboratory and allow me to perform a few tests I promise I'll do everything in my power to make your arms fully functional again."
"NO THANK YOU!" said Ichigo, pulled his hands back and almost ran after Ulquiorra.
"Come on, I promise you won't feel any sort of pain! I'll even give you some painkillers to help ease the pain after Grimmjow's done fucking you or beating you to a bloody pulp," yelled Szayel after Ichigo.
"Stay away from me you freak!"
"But why?!" whined the pinked haired Espada and continued to follow the Shinigami.
"Because you remind me too much of that other freak Kurotsuchi, so hell no. Besides, I don't need you to remind me of that asshole Grimmjow."
"I'm just trying to help!" said Szayel and grabbed his injured elbow.
"Ahhh!" screamed Ichigo in pain making Ulquiorra stop for the first time.
"Leave Szayel, now," this time his tone having a hint of a threat to it.
The other Espada left immediately, once more regretting that he couldn't get his hands on Kurosaki Ichigo, the human who intrigued him so much.
Ichigo cursed, the pain in his arm making it hard to follow Ulquiorra. He couldn't even remember when Grimmjow broke it.
Now that he thought about it, what was with the insane idea of feeding him? It almost sounded like Aizen cared, which was disgusting really, since the man made him Grimmjow's slave, pet, or whatever the hell he was. Only a sadist would ever force a rape victim to stay in the same room as his or hers aggressor. Aizen was as sick and twisted as Grimmjow was, if not even more. There was no way Aizen didn't know what Grimmjow did to him. Or was there?
"We're here," said Ulquiorra interrupting his thoughts and led him inside a room that looked a lot like Grimmjow's, except for a table under a high window. "Wait here," added Ulquiorra, turned around and left the room.
Ichigo didn't have to wait long though because in less than 5 minutes the Espada was back with another Arrancar who brought in a cart carrying a variety of delicious looking foods. Ichigo wasn't really hungry, actually he didn't even think of food at all since he woke up but after eyeing the cart he couldn't help but want to try as many of them as possible. Normal souls didn't need food to survive but he was a Shinigami who had a very high reiatsu, even if at that moment it was sealed, and he still required to eat food in order to survive. Refusing food would be like attempting suicide and he didn't want to remind Grimmjow of his family and friends. Still, he was curious to see something.
"And what if I refuse to eat?"
"Then you will be strapped down and fed through IVs."
That didn't sound pleasant at all. As soon as the food was on the table he started digging into it, trying everything that was offered to him. He didn't worry about the food being poisoned, since there was no point in doing such a thing anyway. The other Arrancar disappeared at some point and he was left alone in the room with Ulquiorra who kept looking at him with the same unreadable expression as ever.
He stopped for a moment and stared at him, almost as if trying to figure out what kind of creature Ulquiorra was. He didn't expect the Espada to jump him but at the same time he couldn't feel safe around any male. He knew it was stupid to think that all of them were after his ass but he couldn't really help it. At least when he was with this Arrancar he felt a lot safer than when he was with Grimmjow. He ate as slowly as possible, knowing that the faster he ate the quicker he'd be sent back to Grimmjow, but all good things come to an end and so did his small break away from Grimmjow.
When he was finished Ulquiorra asked him to get up and follow him but no matter how much Ichigo wanted to get up he couldn't. He was terrified of going back. He was actually starting to get worried at how often his moods would change. There were moments when he wanted to cry because of too much fear gripping his heart and squeezing it tightly and there were other times when he could go as far as to attack Grimmjow, like he did when they were on the balcony.
"I asked you to follow, trash, don't make me repeat myself."
"I... can't..." admitted Ichigo reluctantly. If Ulquiorra wanted him away from that chair then he'd have to force him to get up.
Ichigo almost saw Ulquiorra raise an eyebrow, mentally.
"You can't or you won't?"
"I really can't."
"Try."
The Espada watched him carefully for a bit, wanting to see if he was telling the truth or not. The Shinigami actually tried to get up but couldn't, his entire body was shivering and he was ghostly pale. Maybe he should've given him less food, or maybe it was because of something he ate.
"So you are feeling sick," Ulquiorra stated the obvious.
"Yes."
"Because of the food.
"No," said Ichigo, his voice breaking.
"Then?"
The Shinigami raised his head to look at him and it was then when Ulquiorra saw the tears. It was a strange sight to say the least.
"Please don't take me back to Grimmjow," said Ichigo, the words leaving his mouth without him even wanting to say them out loud.
He was pleading to another one of his enemies. How much lower was he going to fall?
TBC
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