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Helpless.
Maki isn’t used to feeling this helpless. With her strength, there are few men she can’t best, and fighting fellow humans, as much as she may dislike it, isn’t nearly as difficult for her as fighting Infernals. She should always be able to handle herself; she almost always is able to handle herself. And yet, she’d known the Nether would be more than she could handle, in some way or another, and it turns out that she was right. Just not in the way she’d expected, because she never would have expected to find herself pinned down on her back, her clothes practically torn from her body.
Flail grins down at her, his breath hot on her face. She should have been able to beat him, but once he had the upper hand on her, that was it. Now, she can’t break free, and it’s rather obvious what his plans with her are. She doesn't know what to do, and it seems too likely that there's nothing she can do at all.
When he pushes into her, she screams, and even when her voice breaks, and her scream dissolves into a sob, he just keeps going. There's a strange look in his eye, a manic sort of light that leaves her certain that there was never anything she could do to stop him. Flail isn't even looking at her; he's looking past her, as if his mind is somewhere else entirely.
There are plenty of times that Maki has struggled, has nearly felt helpless. Times when she's fighting and the odds are stacked against her, when her body won't listen to her, when her allies are defeated or her friends are threatened. But this is a new kind of helplessness, the feeling of being trapped with no way out, and knowing that there is no escape. Even though she tries to fight, and even though she's stronger than any man, and even though she's trained for so many situations, there's nothing that she can do in this one.
Maki cries out with every thrust, the pain overwhelming her, the knowledge that this is her fate making her head spin. She's still trying to struggle, to try and break free, but there's nothing to be done. Flail has her weak, and her body won't listen, and her struggles only serve to excite him.
He laughs, the sound of it a chilling contrast to the rest of the sounds in the room, the slap of skin on skin, her grunts and his groans, and her own whimpering. The sound makes her sick, and her stomach clenches in response. She'd do anything to get away from him, but it's already far too late for that. He's taken her, and she can do nothing to stop him.
Maki flinches and cries out as his lips are suddenly on hers. His kiss is rough and messy, and it is nearly enough to make her give into the sick feeling in her stomach. She gags on his tongue as he pushes it down her throat, seeming intent on pushing her to the limit in every regard. When he finally pulls back, she can barely breathe. Her body is trembling now, her breath coming in ragged pants as she struggles to regain some composure, to just hold on a little longer.
But his thrusts grow more rapid, and she can feel his body tensing above her, and she knows that her struggles are pointless. She is already violated, and she is going to be broken by it, and there is no way for her to stop it. With one final grunt, Flail pushes himself into her as far as he can go, and she screams as he pushes past limits she didn't even know she had. There is a look of twisted triumph on his face, and she is left trembling beneath him.
It takes him a moment before he begins to move inside of her again, taking a moment to simply savor how tight she feels around him. Her stomach twists in disgust, and she wonders if this will be enough for him. If he can just finish and let her go, and she can try with all she has to forget this ever happened. He moves within her, and the feeling proves itself to be even more horrible, and she can't imagine that she will ever be able to forget this.
Maki is so caught up in her own thoughts, the sickening sensations of his violation, and the shame of it all, that she barely notices him leaning down towards her until his mouth is right next to her ear. "I knew I was right about you. You're not a bad fighter, but you're still weak. Much better for something like this..."
He punctuates the statement with a thrust that makes her cry out. "No, stop!" It's pathetic, but it's all she can say, all that she can do, and she is lucky that her voice can even come out coherent.
"You can keep saying that, if you want. Doesn't change a thing." He chuckles, and her stomach turns once more.
He continues like this, his words ringing in her ears, mocking her, making her feel as low as possible. She wants to tell him to shut up, but even if she could manage those words, it would likely only encourage him. No matter how hard she tries, he is relentless, and forcing her to endure until he is satisfied.
For a while, it feels like that time may never come, but then, his pace begins to quicken, his control slipping as pleasure takes hold. Maki winces and cries out yet again, throat sore by now, and the most disgusting feeling of all comes with his climax, as he erupts deep inside of her.
Yet, even through this pain and disgust, Maki tries to regain her composure. Now, when his guard is at his lowest, she might have a chance to break free. It’ll be difficult, what with the state she is currently in, but she will just have to be strong.