Author's Note: There is just this one reader that I know who reads my original work. For that reader, and she probably knows I'm talking about HER and not someone else, I suggest she turn around and not read this story as I have purposely rated this for readers like and unlike her. Here, many inappropriate things happen and I can't guarantee some of my readers are ready for some of this stuff. Thus, I rate it carefully and with good judgment as such this will be more violent and "active" then my usual stories. This is a rare event of writings, my viewers, and I am only being cautious. I know that I have young-aged readers, so I rate this with reason! So please, Bree, don't read this. And Aaron, don't you either (I don't think even you should read it. But then again, who am I to say about YOU for I don't know what you read. But Bree, I really do advise you skip reading this story. AND EVEN ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO ARE YOUNGER THEN ME THAT I DON'T KNOW, SKIP THIS OR I WILL COME AND HAUNT YOU!! RAAH! [No joke]).

"Thy Bonding Rings"

Chapter One

It appeared like a normal day, but it wasn't. It seemed that all "normal" days were just perfect for things not-so normal at all. Mrs. Wilson was hosting a fieldtrip for her students to one of the unique museums of the city. Malachi honestly didn't see why they were at some whacked building, where history was melded with fantasy in an absurd sort of way.
It was lunch break and everyone was scattered around the building with its several floors. Malachi was wandering the place to places where he hasn't explored yet, eating his sandwich while he walked. He observed images and writings on the wall as he walked, eventually coming to a hallway that displayed something he didn't look at or see before. The hall itself had displayed a darkly theme with its morbid colors upon the painted walls and strange artifacts. Here, Malachi saw pictures of people that looked godly, yet like normal people.
He followed the pictures and their captions toward the end of the hall where arts and crafts were displayed. By then, his lunch was finished, and he could reach out and poke some of these clay (and other material) features and creations. When he came around to a ring in front of a portrait of a male and a female, he couldn't help but stop and admire it. After admiring the fine detail of the ring, he stared at the portrait that was lighted in the dark hallway with a single light, illuminating it and the ring into view.
He found it amazing that he could like such an odd thing as the portrait was simply of a male with some strange weapon that resembled a sword planted before him as he kneeled, and a female with black wings, towering protectively-or at least what he thought was protectively-over the male, dressed elegantly and shining with dark beauty even with those unique and bizarre markings on her exposed body parts.
It was some time that he stared at this picture silently, taking in the fine detail, not noticing he had a fellow watcher until they accidentally broke the moment with their single coughing. Turning around, Malachi spotted a dark haired girl behind him, leaning against the opposite wall, shadowed in its colors with her own dark clothing.
The girl apologized for breaking the silence, but he didn't mind. 'Were you here to look at this too?'
The girl nodded, pushing herself off the wall but still keeping in its darkness. Her unusual maroon eyes caught his attention while he looked her over as much as he could. Curious, he asked her about it.
'Oh, my mother had red eyes and my father brown. Instead of me having one or the other, the colors blended and created this color.'
Malachi mentally noted to himself that this girls' voice was quiet, soft, and held a faint ring to it that made her seem almost enchanting in a weird sort of way.
Nodding, he turned back to the portrait and the ring beneath it. 'It's a nice picture, isn't it? -Especially this ring. It looks like it was crafted really well.'
'Of course! There's another one like it, you know.'
He turned his head to see the girl at his side this time. He quickly took in her features, seeing her pale, soft skin glow in what little light was available, fine and delicate facial features, and not much difference in fine shape going downward either.
'There was another one? How so? I thought that most of this stuff was fake.'
She shook her head; her long locks shook slightly in its braid. 'Oh no, some of this stuff is rather real. Of course, not all are real, but some at least. Like this for example: this portrait and ring. As I said earlier, there's another one. In fact, I own it. Would you like to know the story behind this ring?'
Malachi shrugged, finding no harm in a mere story. 'Sure. Why not? But first, what's your name?'
The girl smiled a bit, but refused to really look at him. 'People at school call me Von. But anyway, with the rings, it was a love symbol, almost. But not only a love symbol, but also friendship, courage, and anything that's good and bonding.'
She paused to glance out of the corner of her eyes at Malachi who stared at the picture. 'Hey, were these rings meant for those two in the picture?' He pointed to the picture, pointing out the two's hands. Both of them had a hand that was adorned with the same kind of ring.
Von nodded. 'Correct. It was a special thing for the two. They used it as a constant reminder of their friendship. The two were quite close, even though they shared so little time together. Their bond was created quite quickly, and was held strong.'
'What happened to them? I mean, sure, they created a bond and all, love and all that, but what else happened? I mean, there's no way something like this could happen and that's all. Did either of them die from something horrible, or maybe a war, or. what?'
Von laughed behind her hand. 'You're rather eager to find out, aren't you? It's only a story and already you're impatient for the ending.'
Malachi nodded his head vigorously, causing another laugh to bubble out of her.
'Well, you're right, something happened. Someone was jealous of their love and attacked them when they least expected it. First, it was an attack on their small house, burning it down to ashes, then attacking that angel-' Von paused to gesture to the female in the picture with her black wings. '- in her sleep, the man coming barely in time to keep the attackers at bay until she escaped. And lastly, it was on a rainy day, where the two were caught off guard during an evening of peace and quiet. First, the male was killed, then the female in her attempt to save him after being badly injured herself.'
Malachi frowned and turned back to the portrait of the happy-looking couple. It seemed so sad to him to hear that someone was so jealous of them that they (he or she, he didn't know) would go to the extents of killing both off.
But then, a question popped into his head. He looked back at Von who stared at the portrait at well. 'Hey, was this person who was jealous of them a guy or girl?'
'Male. He wanted the angel for himself. She had mysterious powers and he loved her with lust and wanted her all to himself. But he couldn't have her, for she chose another.' Von gestured to the male who was kneeling before the sword.
'How'd they meet?'
'Well, it matters who you're talking about. Him,' she gestured to the male in the portrait, 'or the one who was jealous.'
'No, I'm talking about the one in this picture.'
'Oh, well that's quite easy. She fell from her home in the sky, almost like the heavens, and disguised herself as mortal. She was injured along the way down, and drained of her magic and essence with the transformation. It was just like the day they died; it was raining. She was huddling under a tree, cold and wet, nearly entirely naked, crying to herself. He found her by accident, coming home from the store, a bag of convenient things in his hands, of course, and he saw her in the park, under the tree. She looked so helpless to him and he couldn't do help but call out to her and bring her into his home. That's where it all starts and their bond was created.'
'Wow, it sounds like some romance story.'
'Almost. almost. But not only was it a romance story, but one with two sides to it.'
'How so?'
'Another reason why jealousy grew in the other male's heart was because of what the angel could do. She could grant any wish. I'm pretty sure you can guess the rest, right? There are too many stories like this true one, about someone wanting anything and probably everything, but they can't have it. And it's all because of the wish caster.'
Malachi nodded, but frowned at nothing in particular as he thought about the story this girl beside him told him. Seemed like some fairy tale to him, but something inside him told him it was-or could possibly be-true. So, not knowing what to say, he stayed silent.
Von smiled, bending down to look at the ring more closely. It was almost exactly like the one she had, only different because of one minor detail. It was made to fit a guy. A certain guy, for that matter; and she knew who it would fit right now as it did back then in the legend.
And speaking of the legend, she knew its story had grown more popular over the hundreds of years. Legend easily spread throughout Dataisa, and thus, as long as people remembered about the two, the seal would last upon that retched soul. He would stay sealed. Forever.
Von was so stuck in her musings that she didn't realize Malachi was calling out to her from just at the beginning of the hall. It took her a while to pull herself out of her thoughts and finally hear the boy. She turned her head toward the sound of his voice, its ring too familiar.
'Von! C'mon! I think I see Mrs. Wilson gathering everyone together already. Maybe we're going for another tour or something. C'mon, we can't get left behind!'
Von nodded. 'Sure! I'm coming!' she called. With one last glance toward the portrait and the ring on display below it, she joined Malachi at the end of the hall. She was rather reluctant to leave the place, but forced herself to think that nothing wrong would happen, if anything at all.
When Von reached Malachi, he lightly patted the girl on the shoulder before moving on down the hall he previously ventured down, back to Mrs. Wilson who awaited their arrival as she did a head count. When she came to Von and Malachi, she smiled-glad that everyone was all there-and led the students to a room that was presenting some kind of movie or other.
The students were lined up and deposited in the front rows for the presentation. Von and Malachi were seated next to each other in one of the more up-front seats. They didn't mind, as they already knew a bit about each other, even if it was only names and a share of unconscious interest for legends.
'Hey, I never got your name when we talked with each other in that hall with the ring earlier.' Von whispered in Malachi's ear, drawing his attention easily with her smooth voice.
'Oh, it's Malachi.'
She smiled inwardly. Malachi, was it? What a nice name, especially for him. He deserved nothing but the best, just as she wanted. Nothing but the best. Turning her head back to the screen that would play their motion picture, Von smiled again, this time adding a small laugh for her thoughts.

When the movie was over, everyone filed out, chattering as if they just came out of the local theater where popcorn and soft drinks were sold with a variety of other small snacks to have and enjoy while watching the film. Malachi came out with Von not that far behind him in the rush out of the room. Apparently, she wouldn't leave him alone. He didn't mind of course, it wasn't like she wasn't doing something to him, so he didn't object to her simple following from the shadows she much prefer.
He wandered the halls of the building again, up and down the flights of stairs and floors. There were only five floors to the whole building, but still he kept going up and down them, unsure of where to stop and look and possibly try and admire. Eventually, he ended up in that same hall he was in when he met Von.
Von smiled from her spot against the dark wall, away from the light. She had a feeling that he would come back here, and was happy that her hunch was right. She silently approached him as stared at the portrait again. She came short when she saw another portrait relating to the one Malachi was standing in front of, this one of the angel and another man. She'd seen it already, but every time she passed it, it was almost as if she was looking at it for the first time, knowing what it was about for the first time.
Malachi saw Von stop at another picture and decided to join her in looking at it. 'Hey, isn't that the same female in that other picture?' He gestured over his shoulder to the one behind the displayed ring.
She nodded, not removing her eyes from the portrait in front of her. 'Yeah. Same female.'
'But. why is she with another guy? I mean, he doesn't look like the guy in the other picture.'
'Well, of course not. He doesn't look like the same person because he isn't. This one is the guy who was jealous of the other two's love.'
'Oh, I get it.' And he did. Before him was a picture of the same angel with her dark wings broken and tattered, slumped and leaning heavily on her arms on a bloody and death-filled ground, with a bloody cross off to her side while a broken sword was on her other side. Behind her was that jealous man looking and standing confident and triumphant like a conqueror. He probably was because the picture looked as if the angel has given up her hope and lost her battle.
But hopefully not her war, Malachi thought.
'The picture makes sense, doesn't it?' Von asked. Her eyes were trained on the features of the man, studying his face and what individual story was told there.
'Yeah. I guess that this was the night that the two lovers were attacked?'
Von shook her head. 'No, it's only an image of what really happened. The scene was more gruesome.'
Malachi nodded, understanding. But then, something donned on him. 'Hey, how do you know all this? I mean, normally, one wouldn't know so much unless if they were there, witnessing it, or part of it, or otherwise researched a lot on it. And I highly doubt there's much information on the truth.'
Von laughed. She should've expected him to be smart. 'I admit, you're smarter then you look, Malachi.'
He raised a brow. 'What? You thought I wasn't smart?'
She waved a hand in front of her, signaling a "no offence". 'Oh, no! No, no! You've mistaken me. I figured you were smart, but sometimes appearances can be deceiving.' Slowly, she inched back toward the other picture in front of the ring. She stared down at it for a moment before lifting of its protective cover. 'I'm only saying that you're smarter then you look. I could already tell you were a pretty intelligent guy, but you know more then you let one, or possibly let yourself know.' She paused to pick up the ring and surprisingly-yet not so surprisingly for Von-an alarm didn't go off.
She held the ring up in the dull light, holding it close to the picture. 'It's just as it was long ago.'
Malachi frown, moving toward Von in confusion and mere wonder of what she was doing with the ring. 'What do you mean by "as it was long ago", Von?'
She smiled and lowered her arm, holding the ring out to Malachi instead. He had reached out toward her at the same moment so she took advantage of her outstretched hand and put the ring in his palm. Then, she took out another ring, the only other ring, from her pocket and placed it in her own hand. Malachi stared at her, confused.
'What are you-?'
He wasn't given time to finish his sentence as Von then placed her ring on her finger and his on his own finger, causing some kind of hole to appear on the floor beneath them. He looked down just in time to see the hole on the floor change colors and had them swirl and mix together until they formed a warp-looking thing of the different shades of red. Glancing up, he saw Von with her eyes closed, black wings sprouting from her back, until he was sucked down into the warp, Von right with him. He had tried to yell for help, but somehow, no sound came from his mouth. And unbeknownst to him, something jumped into the warp after them, following them in before the warp closed.
In the warp of the different reds, the black wings from her back surrounded Von. Markings like tattoos, only not as so, appeared on her skin, from what Malachi could see from whatever exposed skin she had. Her eyes were still closed and she looked like she wasn't bothered at all by the redness around her blackness, almost like fire surrounding her black essence. But Malachi was bothered even though she wasn't. Not knowing what else to do, he reached out to Von and drew her close, letting himself be encased within her black wings as well if it would help in him attempting to protect her from who-knew-what. Then, he closed his eyes, drawing Von as close as he was able without squeezing or squashing her against him, letting himself ride out this crazy adventure in some warp he had no acknowledge of.
When he opened his eyes again, it seemed to be millions of years since he first closed them. When his vision fixed, he realized he wasn't in the warp anymore, but outside. lying in the. grass? Sitting up, Malachi looked around him and tried to take him his surroundings. Well, so far, he could see that he was in a field of grass. And. VON WAS NOWHERE IN SITE!
Jumping up to his feet, Malachi turned around and searched around him for any sign of that dark haired girl. When he saw nothing, he fell back down on the grass, wincing as he noticed it hurt to even more with quickly fall back down after immediately standing up on wobbly legs. Placing a hand on his forehead, he tried to think. As far as he knew, Von and he were in some red warp. Von had wings then, but Malachi didn't know why such a feature would appear on the girl. Nothing made sense in his head.
Sighing, he sat up again, looking around him for another time as if this time the surroundings would change or be different somehow. But it wasn't. So, getting up, he decided to do something by wandering around, maybe get in contact with someone and find out where he was and if Von was anywhere.
It took some time to find someone who was willing to talk to him and help him, let alone even be there when he asked. Only when he came upon a road leading through a forest did he meet someone near the edge of it. It was a male about his age, carving something with his pocketknife. When Malachi approached the male, the other was shocked by his presence and how he was dressed.
'Um, excuse me.'
The male with the knife looked Malachi up and down. 'Who're you?'
'Malachi. But, I was wondering if you could tell me where I was.'
'Lost, are you?'
Malachi scratched the back of his head, feeling foolish. 'Yeah, you could say that.'
The male nodded, standing up. 'I'm Josef and you're obviously on Dataisa, but more specifically, your by a forest. But that's probably not what you're looking for, are you? No, I thought not. You're on the continent Tiassel and just outside the town of Asuge.'
'Huh?'
The male tilted his head to the side, a hand on his hip. 'Are you sure you're lost, sir?'
'Uh. yeah, I'm sure. I have no earthly idea of where I am.' And speaking of "earth", Malachi had a strange suspicion that he wasn't on Earth or in the Solar System anymore. Man, but didn't that sound like he was Dorothy? "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
'Ah. But do you have amnesia? Wait, stupid question. I just asked your name and you answered it. Ah, sorry. . Hmm. I'm sorry, I'm not helping, am I?'
'Oh, no, that's okay. You've helped me more then you know. Uh, would you happen to have seen a girl with dark hair around here anyway?'
Josef frowned, thinking to see if he saw such a person. 'Sorry, I don't think I have.'
'Darn.'
'Why?'
'Oh, well, she was with me just earlier. I don't know where she went or could have gone to, so I was wondering if you've seen her during your time here by the forest. .Say, have you ever been inside the forest?'
'Of course, why not?'
Malachi glanced toward the forest at his right. 'Well, maybe she went in there?'
'Nah, I've been here a while and walked around a bit. I know this place through and through. Sorry, no gal has appeared yet.'
'Okay. Thanks.'
Josef knitted his brows, noting that Malachi looked rather down and bummed. Pitying the guy, he gestured for him to follow. 'Hey, follow me. You look bushed and ready to collapse. I have a house nearby, in town. You can stay and rest before you go and look for your girl again, okay?'
Malachi nodded, appreciating Josef's hospitality. The guy seemed gracious and he couldn't do anything but follow, or else he would be wandering around like a fool, probably ending up doing something stupid in the end. It was better to follow this guy in his show of kindness before something happened to himself or Von-wherever she was.

Von groaned, feeling pain within and all around her. Earlier, she had felt the warm arms of Malachi around her when they plunged down into that warp. But now, all she felt was pain and drifting cold. Slowly, and with much difficulty, she opened her eyes, greeted with blurry sight. The pain within her had yet to leave with her wakening. When she tried sitting up, a headache broke loose in her head at the sudden movement. She cursed silently to herself, blinking several times to let her eyes adjust to her surroundings. When they came, she found that she was under a tree, in the back yard of someone's house. From the lack of lights, she could only guess that its owners were either missing for the time being, or otherwise asleep. Glancing up, she guessed that the owners were away because the suns were shining, stating it was daytime.
Von frowned. Suns? Plural? ... If there are two suns, then that must mean...
Against her body's wishes, she quickly-as quickly as could, anyway- got up, leaning on the tree for momentary support until she stumbled her way toward the house. When she reached the back door, she looked down at herself and found that she was torn and worn to the bone. Her clothes were ripped and a mess, caked with dirt and blood-her own. Her skin was broken in some places, cut or gashed, but otherwise she was bleeding. Her shoes were missing from her feet and her hair somehow came undone. It pooled around her back and shoulders, some locks hiding a portion of her face.
Turning to the door, she knocked to see if there would be an answer. Nothing. Then the owners must really not be there. Not caring if there was an alarm, or anything of the sort that would normally cause someone to back down from breaking into a house, she entered through the unlocked door. There, she looked for something that would tell her where she was. A book on the kitchen counter gave her, her answer. "The Angel of Dataisa: A story of Yvonne and her Love for a Mortal" by some author. Von stared at the cover of the book, the picture the same as that of the portrait back in that fantasy building with Mrs. Wilson. She smiled faintly, ignoring her pain as she concentrated on just the picture.
It wasn't so surprising to her that she would be back here, however many years from the original event. Sighing, Von exited the house again, this time through the front door. She closed it behind her and turned to welcome the day ahead of her. The sky was clouding over already, but she didn't mind. The rain would wash her through and through, take the blood and the pain with it as it fell to the ground and drained away.
With a smile on her face, Von headed down toward the street, happy that she was in Dataisa. She observed the houses in this town and found that she was in Asuge after reading a mere sign with its name on it.
Suddenly, she had an idea as she turned down another road. She figured that the house would still be there even after all this time, so she started jogging down the dirt road toward where she remembered it to be.
'It has to be here. Even after all this time! Oh. please still be intact! I mean, the spell should've-' she stopped her sentence short as she came to an old-fashion house. She sighed heavily, a hand on her chest in emphasis. She approached the house, pausing just before the gate to lay a hand on its white-painted surface. 'Still as it was long ago.'
She waved her hand just about the gate and then put her hand through the barrier set upon it. There was a ripple in the air before a small sound in Von's ears and head sounding like a chain breaking. She smiled again. She still hasn't lost it. The girl opened the gate and stepped through, awing at the lovely flowers that were still blooming and growing as if they always have. She ventured the front garden, sniffing the flowers and walking barefoot in the luscious grass under her. When she came to her favorite tree, though, someone grabbed her from behind, putting a hand over her mouth and roughly grabbing her around the waist. Von made an attempt to scream, but failed, so she tried biting this person's hand, but failed there as well. Whoever they were dragged her across the yard and into the house, barging through the front door and into what seemed like a living room. They threw her on one of the large cushions on one side of the room face down.
The dark haired girl tried to turn herself around, but was stopped when rough hands pushed her back down. She yelped as her face was smothered in the cushion, making it hard to breath. Just when she thought she was going to pass out, she was pulled away from the cushion, gasping for air. She again attempted to turn around, but her captor made sure that she could see him, pinning her back down on the cushions as she turned her head. Apparently, her attacker wanted her breathing, alive, and conscious for whatever they wanted with her; and she didn't want to guess what it was.
Instead, she found out as the next moment, her attacker pressed their body against her back, breathing on her neck. Their face from view, but from the weight and feel of the body pressed against her, she guessed it was a male. So, she decided to interrogate this male to make sure.
'Who are you?'
No answer came from her attacker. Darn. Her only safe way in finding out if this person was male through the sound of their voice failed as they refused to speak.
The attacker kissed the back of her neck instead of answering her, proving that this person was a male, if unless a lesbian. She doubted it from the feel of this person's lips on her neck as they continued to kiss her from behind, slowly moving down her body and along her spine, pushing her shirt up to her shoulders, unable to go any further without lifting her again. Apparently, they didn't want that.
Von squirmed under the weight of this guy, but her attempts were futile as he was bigger and weighed more then her, forcing her to stay on the cushions. His kisses kept moving down her body, pausing only to slid down her lower garments before moving on until he reached her tail bone, spreading her cheeks to lick the space between before moving upward back to her neck.
Von shuddered at the horrible wetness, feeling the same wet trail lead its way back up to her neck where he kissed her and sucked on a tender spot before pulling away to rip something that sounded like cloth. She didn't know what it was for, but she found out first hand as her captor slid the cloth over her eyes and tied it tightly behind her head before removing her shirt and using that to tie her hands together. She tried to scream once more, but this time, it was drowned out when he kissed her on the lips.
Her attacker was keeping her from drawing any outside attention while his hands roamed and searched her body with greed and lust. He touched in forbidden places. He licked her lips and forced access into her mouth, shoving his tongue in to have a little fun while his hands went lower and fully stripped the dark haired girl of her clothes.
Von was concentrating too much on trying to remove this parasite from her mouth to not notice his wandering hands head south of her until he was stroking her inner thighs and roughly entered her. She screamed against his mouth, tears forming at the edge of her eyes and spilling onto the cloth before it reached her cheeks. He was rhythmically pumping inside her, steadily using more force. He had not bothered with stretching her to ease her pain, or got her ready and moist, but had forced it all upon her in repeated blows.
Von arched her back all during this painful exercise, balling her hands into fists and helplessly trying to push her attacker in the chest to get him away from her. She was using all what little strength she had to push him off her and scream that she was quickly left weak and breathless.
Her attacker took advantage of her weakened state to drive her further, pulling away from her lips as she gasped for breath and panted. He thrust in her with enough force to make her gasp loudly-since she didn't have the breath to scream-as he almost broke through her defenses inside. When he pulled out of her, she started sobbing, her lips trembling horribly.
He seemed glad at her current state for he captured her lips once again, while his hands worked at her breast and entire length of her front. At the feel of him now outside her and surrounding her, Von could only cry harder. Never had she felt so helpless, so- No. She took that back. There was one time where she was situated in a position similar to this, but that was long ago.
When he pulled back to let her breath again, he kissed her lightly along the jaw, creating a trail of his kisses on her jaw, moving down to her throat, a sensitive spot on the girl, sucking the skin softly before each and every kiss he placed. He traveled to her collarbone and explored there to see what part made her react and how so.
Von's attacker was enjoying himself in experimenting with her, warming up her skin by rubbing all along every one of her curves leisurely and with great delight. She shuddered; not from cold, but from his touch. As he passed the collarbone and went lower, she could only brace herself for what she expected him to do.
He stopped just above the two perfect orbs, not making a move as his lips just hovered over her skin. Von bit her lip, silently waiting as she trembled and tried to keep from crying and sobbing aloud. She only cried and trembled silently, not daring to make a big noise, let alone one at all.
Time passed, and only Von's trembling was the movement visible or detectable. Her attacker's breathing seemed to have stopped and for a while, it seemed like he was holding his breath, but eventually, it seemed as if he stopped breathing all together.
When Von finally stopped trembling, she dared movement and shifted her arms from underneath her attacker and moved to lift her blindfold off of her. But just before she could reach it, a hand was placed over hers, stopping her. His grip was strong and he forced her back into her previous position again. He seemed ready and as energetic as he was before, kneading her soft skin.
Von felt her breasts being worked and she could only say that even though it wasn't painful, she hated it. She hated every tug, every twist, every lick, every movement put upon her. He moved all about her upper half, playing and slowly torturing her. She tolerated it all as far as she could until she felt her body collapse on her. Her attacker didn't seem too pleased, but he stopped his movements. He sighed, his breath making the dark-haired girl shudder slightly. He removed his hands from inside and underneath her, lifting his head from where it was stationed at her breast. He gave one last kiss to the girl, placing it on her chest, the space just above the two orbs he was previously playing with, before lifting himself off her.
He threw back the lower half of her clothes, the ruined clothing falling beside her, but she only turned on her side and curled into a ball, silently whimpering and crying as she felt dirty and used. Her attacker sighed before leaving, the sound of his light footsteps fading as he left the house and the property.
Von curled herself into a tighter ball. After a long moment, she touched herself, feeling her own sore skin and aching entrance. Inside, she cursed and berated herself, but outside, she was just a poor, aching, sore and helpless girl, sprawled on the cushions of a living room in a long abandoned home. Oh how she hated herself.