"Well, you could always pay with your body," Kyoya says. He grabs my wrist and throws me onto the bed. As he straddles me, a cruel smile appears on his lips. Fear floods my body. 'He is serious! Oh my God! Tamaki! Anyone! Help!'
His lips press against mine and his tongue parts them as if he were sliding a knife through butter. I am too shocked to react immediately. It doesn't occur to me to fight back until I feel his hands caressing my body. I try to kick him, but because his body is what is pinning me down, I can not. Punching him is out of the question; he noticed this at once and pinned my hands to the bed. I am beginning to feel sick. I hear his voice in my ear, saying, "Remove my pants. Now."
With shaking fingers I do as instructed. I feel the swell of his hard penis and am flooded with fear so much that I stop.
"Well?" he asks impatiently, "what are you waiting for? I have locked the door; no one can come in and rescue you, my sweet." A knock at the door makes me jump.
"Kyoya, why is this door locked? Have you seen Haruhi?" I hear Tamaki shout.
Kyoya gives no reply.
Soon he is lying naked on the bed, and he is removing my dress. He unclips my bra and after fondling my breasts for a moment, he slides my panties off before forcing my legs apart. Then he penetrates me. I cry out in pain.
"Kyouya?! Is that Haruhi?! What are you doing to her? Haruhi, can you hear me? Are you Okay? What is he doing to you?"
Tears flow freely down my cheeks. I can hardly breathe past the giant lump that has formed in my throat, let alone speak. Kyouya just smiles his evil smile. Suddenly there is the sound of a key in the lock.
"Shit!" Kyoya says, more to himself than anyone else. "I forgot about the spare!"
The door swings open and my heart leaps into my throat when I see Tamaki standing in the doorway, a stunned look on his face. Then the stunned expression turns to one of rage.
"Oh my God!" Tamaki cries. He runs to us and slaps Kyoya across the face. "You pig! Are you sick or something?"
He kicks Kyoya hard in the ribs, and Kyoya, not expecting this, is thrown off the bed. He hits his head on the nightstand and lies on the floor, motionless. Then Tamaki turns his attention to me. Wiping my tears away with a tissue, he asks, "What happened?"
I tell him everything, and as I tell my story, Tamaki's facial expression becomes one of increasing disgust. When I finish, he hugs me tightly to him. After a moment, however, he remembers that I am naked, and he releases me as if I was a hot coal. Blushing bright red, he hands me my clothes from the bed and turns his back so I can dress in privacy. I finish dressing quickly and walk over to Tamaki. I wrap my arms around his slender waist and bury my face in his shirt.
"Thank you," I say softly.
"You're welcome," he replies. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight to him.
End Chapter One