For all of you who noticed, the chapter between 18 and 19 is actually missing. I'm not sure whether I forgot to put it in (shame), or if deleted it. It is pretty dodgy. But anywho, the story doesn't quite make sense without it, so I'm bunging it in here, at the end. You might wanna go back to the end of chapter 18 so you kinda get the context. If this gets deleted again, well... we'll know why. Just copy and save it to your computer! Hahaha.

Enjoy... I guess

Chapter 18b

Whack.

Nnoitra flicked me off, sending me whirling into the wall. Thankfully, the 'medicine' Szayel had given me was still swimming around in my veins, numbing most of the pain. However it did not mask my realisation that Nnoitra was sticking with his acrimonious behaviour.

"I just got fixed! Are you planning to break me already?"

He ignored me, pulling off his top and slinging it carelessly down on the floor. His grin was one of ridicule, and his narrowed eyes shone with an absurd eroticism. My heart throbbed as I fell forward into his grasp, knowing that if I stood there any longer, he would get irritated.

"If you break... It's your own damn fault for being so weak."

His warm arms wrapped around my body, dragging me into the bedroom and then letting me fall onto the floor. Nnoitra bent down and nuzzled his face onto my forehead, sliding his hands further down my back and slowly slipping the ink black sash off to loosen my hakama.

"You smell so fuckin' good... I'm not gonna control myself ya' know."

A tiny sigh found its way out of my mouth as a sign of recognition; it was obvious that after three weeks of nothing, Nnoitra would not hold back.

I didn't even realise I was naked; Nnoitra had stripped me so fast. Eyes shut; I lay deadly still as his hands mapped out every curve and line on my body, unexpected prickles of want climbing through my veins. As his hands snaked over my chest and down towards my legs, I arched towards his torso a little, knocking one of his hands off course. Nnoitra raised an eyebrow, moving his face so close to mine his eyes almost became a blur.

"I'm in control here... don't even think about stopping me."

His mind was one-tracked; he couldnt see that I hadn't done that on purpose. He used his hand to smash me flat against the floor, pressing hard against my stomach making me feel sick.

"Nnoitra-sama!"

"Shut the fuck up, didn't you hear what I just said?"

Sprawled helplessly on the floor, I began to feel slight traces of terror rear its head. Nnoitra saw the fear flickering behind my eyes and simply laughed at me. I was pinned to the floor, nowhere to run, no one to call. Alone.

Dammit. His reiatsu is crushing me...

"Ya' know... I've got loads of time on my hands. You're gonna be here for a while, so you better get used to this."

He moved in, sealing me into a tight space under his chest. My head flew back and I clamped my teeth together in agony as Nnoitra jabbed three long fingers inside of me, stretching me further than I could go. There wasn't even a speck of pleasure, just a burning sensation and the pang of the forced entrance. I couldnt understand why Nnoitra would go to all that trouble to get me well, just to go and hurt me. Again.

"Stop wrigglin' around! You're gettin' on ma fuckin' nerves!"

"Well you're ripping mine, literally!"

I screamed right into his ear, punching his arm feebly trying to make him stop. I succeeded, but only letting myself in for much worse.

"Are you shouting at me! You know what, you're a weak little shit, you don't even compare to those humans when it comes to power! I could kill you right now, so I'd shut up and let me do what I want!"

He ripped his hand out, causing me to shriek. I could feel warm liquid running down my legs; no doubt more of my blood was being spilt. The weight of his body on mine was totally disproportional, his head farther up that my own. My nose met with his chest, his shoulders just above me. Every now and then, he would prop himself up on both hands whilst thrusting himself inside of me. It wasn't too bad... until he wanted to 'move'.

"C'mon, I'm bored of the bedroom. Kitchen. Now."

He stood up, grabbed my ankle and dragged me on my back into the kitchen. The floor was freezing cold and was painfully unyielding, unlike the carpet which was much softer and almost moulded to fit the shape of my body.

"What are ya' doin'? Get the fuck up!"

Staggering to my feet, my heart started to race again whilst I wondered what he was going to do next. He grabbed my throat, smashing me against the wall, and then took me from the back of my neck pushing me to the sink. It was full of water, still hot and soapy from where Tesla had done the washing earlier.

"D'ya like water, bitch?"

"Nnoitra... stop, please!"

"I said, do you like water!"

I tried desperately to shrink away from the sink, but I already knew that wasn't going to work. My head was lunged forward into the sink, the hot water swirling around my ears. Bent forward over the work surface, Nnoitra made yet another unexpected and painful entrance... somewhere new, somewhere that I didn't approve of at all. But every attempt I made to free my face from the soapy depths failed, not only was one of Nnoitra's hands fixed firmly to my head, but every time I moved back a little, I was bumped forward again. The pain was excruciating, bubbles foamed as I screamed under the water, shouting for help, or for some sort of release from his violent grip.

This wasn't like usual... this was almost like... rape.

Was Nnoitra raping me? I exhaled heavily at the thought that the person who I had been wholeheartedly serving all this time could do such a thing. Unfortunately, breathing out under water was not a good idea. As my lungs started to sting, I thrashed about under the soapy water. My brain had switched to survival mode, doing its upmost to get this hand off my head and to resurface. I needed oxygen, and I needed it soon. Flailing around, totally out of control, my mind blacked out for what seemed forever.