You woke to find yourself in an unknown and yet terrifyingly familiar room.
Of all the worst memories made in your life, this probably took 1st place.
As you started to fully wake up, you realized you had been laying on his bed, his scent was shot up your nostrils. Quickly you sat up.
You looked around to find it was empty, maybe you could still leave while you had a chance Looking around quickly, you realized he wasn’t in… Maybe he wasn’t in the house at all. Although there was a definite possibility you could run into him, still your heart lifted slightly. As soon as you set foot off the bed and took only a few steps, the door creaked open and in shuffled Tyki, a devilish smirk formed upon his lips.
“Oh hi~ (Name)-Chan~”
You stepped back as every memory pieced together in your head. The memories of the fights, the abuse and the love he gave you. The confused affection dished out by his devilish hands made you shake at a simple thought.
Your heart pounded harshly as you felt every hair on your body stand.
His smirk widened.
“Did you miss me?~”
“Thought you could just leave me and run away?~” he cooed, stepping towards you.
You inched back, frozen in fear, his smirk dropped and he began to back you up into the wall, pressing close to you.
“I-I broke up with you!” you yelled, your voice shaking.
He gripped your jaw tightly,
“I didn’t say you could~ You’re mine~”
You tried to shake your face from his grip but it only tightened as he pulled your face closer, closing the space between your lips and pressing them to your soft smooth ones.
You tried to push him away, but he pinned your hands above your head with his one and pushed himself deeper into the kiss. You whimpered and whined in despair as his tongue began to thoroughly explore your mouth, unauthorized. Although he was already sending pleasure through your veins, you refused to indulge. Not again. You told yourself you were never going back to this and you meant it.
He loved to see you fight him, his ego thrived off your struggles, and your loathing him. He could always pull you back so quickly and claim you. The thought of it so violently plagued you with dread.
As he pulled away, you gasped for your breath, glaring fiercely. He only smirked and chuckled.
“What’s wrong~ Do I need to give you more?~”
“Go die! Let me go you fucker!!”
“Someone’s become quite the potty mouth.”
You growled and brought your foot up to kick him square in the crotch, but it went right through him. Your eyes widened,
He laughed belittlingly at your attempt to hurt him. And then the grip on your wrists became tight and practically bone crushing, causing a yelp to burst from you.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’d hate to start off angry at you, dear~”
You panted and whined, thrashing as his grip only tightened. Luckily he wasn’t crushing bone just quite yet, but he was slowly getting there. His finger gently tilted your head to face him,
“Maybe if you beg just right I’ll stop, if not I’ll just have to break them~”
It took every ounce of you not to spit in his face. You shut your eyes tightly and inhaled deeply, shoving every bit of your pride and dignity aside.
“P-Please stop… Please… it hurts…” you said, partially gasping through the pain. His grip however, did not let up one bit. You could feel your flesh being smushed and bruised the bruises forming as he got dangerously close to you.
“Say it right~”
Tears streaked your face
“Please stop!! It hurts!! Please!!”
He began to gip your jaw.
“M-Master!! Please stop!!”
He laughed at you as your face grew hot with embarrassment and let you go.
“There you go~”
He flung you onto the bed and loosened his shirt, slowly walking over with his promiscuous grin. You shook, and laid motionlessly. You knew from experience that if you dared protest or try to stop him, he would break you like a stick.
So you sobbed, as you were left with no choice but to endure it, and graciously take whatever he would dish out to you.
His knee sank into the mattress and he hovered over your trembling figure. He let his hand brush your cheek softly and trail up to your (h/c) hair, twirling his fingers in the locks.
Just as you had began to relax and accept it, he yanked your hair, pulling your head back and leaving your neck wide open for his lavishing. You whimpered quietly, causing his grip to tighten. His lips slowly lowered to your neck, but before he could make contact, three knocks were heard on the other side of his door.
He huffed and got off of you.
“Tykiiiii!~” Road’s voice cooed.
“What?” he said, in slight annoyance.
“Dinner’s ready~ Better hurry because the Earl’s commin’~”
With a crestfallen sigh, he left the room.
You watched as a woman, who seemed to create an empty atmosphere, entered. She had beautiful features the could give life, but seemed to lack soul. You hadn’t yet experienced the wrath of akuma, and you hadn’t known tyki to be a noah… Not even the thought of something such as the innocence had crossed your mind. Tyki never showed you that side of him…
But that was all about to change.