Inner Circle

A note to readers: there is most definitely rape in this story. Just because there is rape here does not mean that it is at all okay in real life, nor do I myself condone it.

Warnings: Violence, abuse, non-con, cursing, strong language, etc. M for mature audiences only.

Note: This story is from Ichigo's POV unless stated otherwise.

I came to with dried blood in my mouth and over my right eye, crusting it shut. Someone kept slapping the side of my head, sending bright spikes through my vision. Through my fractured line of sight, I could make out rust, boxes, and the color blue. The hand moved from my head to my jaw, forcing me to face forwards.

"Hey, eyes on me Carrots. Stop drooling like a retard. It's rude to slobber in front of company."

I shook my head free of the hand, trying to reach up and ruffle my hair to find that my hands were tied tight behind my back.

"Welcome," a smooth voice said. "To Las Noches."

And so a familiar name surfaced. If only it could have been any name but that one.

Without the hand hitting my head, I could focus on the situation I was currently in. Based on what I remembered, it wasn't a good one.

Renji and I had just finished selling a huge shipment of pot to a rather lonely looking guy. I guess he didn't have a girlfriend-or a boyfriend, for that matter-and needed something to pass the time along with masturbation.

We started to head back to the car when a person who seemed to be more bear than man jumped the fence in front of my car, his feet creating two craters in the hood. I remember him having a ponytail, and orange eyebrows. There was a fine line between surprising attractiveness and dye-them-before-I-do-it-for-you when it came to orange eyebrows. These were most definitely the latter.

"You guys are coming with me." He growled.

I, at the moment, wasn't planning on going anywhere. The car the bear had half crushed-no matter how shitty the looks before the crushing-had cost me most of my wages from my new 'job'.

Said job being drug pushing of course. It's crazy how many people let their lives be governed by a tiny bag of plant matter or pills. Money was quickly becoming less and less of an issue for me and that car had been kind of symbolic for changing times.

Renji elbowed be and I noticed the patch on the bear's jacket, a wolf skull with a butterfly trapped within its jaws. Even being fairly new to the whole cartel game, I knew that sign pretty well. It was the sign of Las Noches, a notoriously successful drug ring that was our only real rival.

Yeah, I wasn't going to play remotely nice with this animal.

I strode forwards and shoved him from his crouched position off my car. He landed on his feet, which pissed me off even more.

"Why don't you give me all your money, suck my dick, and get the fuck out of here so I can forget your ugly face before it becomes forever implanted into my memory?"

He simply smiled at me and stepped back onto my car. Before I could pull the switchblade from my pocket, he kicked off of it, using the dented hood as a springboard and landing behind Renji. I turned around in time to watch him smash a fist into Renji's back. I'm pretty sure I heard his ribs break.

He shoved me into my car when I tried to slice a chunk out of his side.

"Grimmjow! Why don't you take this guy? I've still got six more."

Someone grabbed my neck from behind, effectively pinning me to the car.

"Hey there, slut." My attacker growled into my ear. "This'll sting a little bit."

A needle pierced my neck and was out before I could flinch. I struggled like mad, but my attacker had a firm grip. I felt the effects of whatever he shot into me after a couple minutes and the world grew hazy, my struggles weakening until it tornadoed into darkness altogether.

But why were we brought here?

The person in front of me began to speak, talking to someone shrouded by shadow in the darker half of the room. He had bright blue hair and his aura radiated one word: douchebag.

"So, Aizen, I was thinking. Why don't we start selling prostitutes along with drugs? I mean, who could refuse a little pleasure with pleasure? Then we'd pass Seireitei in both sales and marketing."

He paused and grinned at me.

"And, I was thinking about how this would work, and it just came to me, why don't we capture the damn seireitei delivery kids and use them? We would even have time to break them in so they would cooperate."

The shadow replied. "Somebody seems eager to earn a gold star. This is the first bright idea you've had in a while Grimmjow. You've piqued my interest." His voice was smooth, definitely the one from earlier.

The person in the dark raised their voice, speaking to the whole room.

"Divide them up. There are nine of you since Barragan died, and nine of them. Grimmjow, you can pick first."

The blue haired man looked straight at me. If I could move my hands, I would have flipped him off.

"I'll take Carrot on the end there."

Quite possibly the last set of words I wanted to hear at that moment.