"Why are you doing this?" She asked, watching the incubus wrap his black tie around her small wrists. He pulled his knot tightly. Enjoying the little gasp that escaped her glossed lips when he pulled.

'Strawberry? Cherry? Watermelon?' He questioned as the gloss was tinted a pinkish hue. Slightly brighter than her normal color. Cherry was the flavor of the one she wore when they first met. When she kissed him, he had tasted the forbidden fruit and he couldn't wait to taste it again. He wondered if she was wearing that specific flavor. He was going to find out soon enough. 

"Why are you doing this?" She asked again as she did everything he requested no matter how humiliating it was. She cooked, she cleaned, she dressed all to his liking. 'What more could he want?'

He insisted that she clean the dishes after they ate together in silence. A custom that he was used to as his father used as an intimidation tactic ever since his mother passed. Not even a whisper or he would lose another privilege. Who knew that stepping outside of his own home, his own prison was considered a privilege.

He was one action that kept his mind off of his tragic childhood. Marinette turned her cheek before he could grace her lips. He wanted to ease her into the idea of accepting him as a partner, a lover but it was visible that she did not want him. 

He squeezed her face causing her cheeks to red from the amount of force. "I don't like it when people refuse me, you understand?"

Marinette nodded, trembling with fear as he put pressure on her. The intention of sympathizing with his humanity snuffed out as she gazed into the eyes of the beast. A hungry beast. Hungry for what she could only guess. She preferred to believe that all of her guesses were guesses and wouldn't prove to be facts.

"Sssshhh... it will be alright." He sneered as he pulled her hair out of the ponytail. Her dark gracing her pale shoulders. He played with the ends off her soft hair as he watched the marks he caused slowly disappear.

"Monsieur Noir?" She softly asked as monsters were known to lie. She could not trust him, not when he didn't bat an eye as he caused her pain. 'Is he planning to kill me and Luka?' 

"Yes, my little lark." He was starting to fancy the nickname and wanted to see how fair her vocal cords would take his little songbird.

She took a few steps back. "What do you want? I don't have much money and hurting Luka won't achieve anything." She was looking around the room trying to see if there was anything she could do to defend herself. Maybe she could knock him unconscious and steal his phone and ask for Luka's release. 

"Why so far away? I don't bite. Well, I don't bite hard." He said, rolling up his sleeves before grabbing her arm and shoving her face-first in the couch. He was getting tired of playing nice. 

"MO...IR!" Her complaint was muffled by the cushions. She felt his hands on her body. He placed her in the downward dog position. A position that she was familiar with as she did yoga in the mornings with Juleka. She felt something cold between her thighs. 

"NO!" She shouted as she didn't know his plans but had seen the handle of his pistol when she took off his jacket. The cold object felt like metal and thought 'this could be the end.'

She tried to plead with him."THIS WASN'T PART OF THE DEAL!"

"There's something I've always wanted to try." He said as he placed one hand on the back of her neck and used the other one to move his piece father up moving it back and forth. 

"NOIR! STOP!" She yelled. She didn't know what she was feeling but she wanted him to stop. 

He paused and there were five minutes of silence. She was afraid to move an inch as he had a gun and she didn't want to be stupid. He had set up her phone to record what he wanted to do so he could send what he was going to do to his colleagues.

He climbed onto the couch wanting a good view of her. He took his pistol that lacked bullets back between her thighs. "If your hips drop I'll shoot." He threatened. He knew that just the threat of gunfire would be enough to have her be his guinea pig. 

He gripped her waist with one hand. "This will hurt." He sadly calmly before inserting the barrel of the gun into her a loud scream followed as he thrusted it in with one swift movement.

She felt that the gun was inside of her. The ridges of the barrel tore her insides. Tears ran down her face. It hurt. It hurt and yet he dismissed the few audible pleas that she could manage. He had tugged on her hair which added more misery to an already terrible experience.  

'This is it. This is how it ends.' She cried yet it seemed like no one could hear her pleas.

ChatNoir was very entertained by his new pet. "Are you one of those women that prefer an inanimate object?"

"No… no…" She stuttered through her cries. Her body's instinct was to get this foreign object out. She couldn't move her legs or her hands to fight him off. She was beginning to wish that he had shot her in the alley then she wouldn't have to suffer this pain. A pain that she did not know could exist. The way her insides burned.

He paused, pulling her head back to ask her a very important question."Oh, are you telling me you would prefer something real?"  

He pulled the gun out. ChatNoir looked at the metal that was now tinted by the damage he caused. Her breath slowly easing as she no longer felt the object inside her.

She heard the sound of plastic. Like a candy wrapper being unwrapped. She winced at the crinkle and crackle. Demons were said to be sneaking creatures that wormed their way into your heart with you knowing. But this demon seemed to prefer grand entrances. 

"Aaaaah!" She screamed as she felt something inside her that was softer than the object before. She felt him move his body back and forth into her's. She figured out quickly that it was him. He was inside her taking and taking. "Stooo…pp!" 

ChatNoir wanted her as soon as he laid eyes on her. The feeling of mindlessness that came from having sex was something that he yearned for. His mind was empty with the periodical "Aaahs" or "Oooohs" from his partner. He knew this was his desire not hers but he couldn't pass up the opportunity to fuck her. A stupid state of mind that hurt many people and he thought his ex would help him but he was a hopeless addict. 

She was tighter than he expected even after he thought he broke her in. "You're fucking tight!" He grunted as he moved thinking that he should have brought lubricant. 

"Stop!" "Stop!" "No!" She repeated as she could feel her knees, chest, and arms burn from the friction. 

He got tired of hearing her and pushed her face into the couch. He only released her head once he ejected his frustrations. She gasped for air thinking that he was finished. Finished with her and Luka. She began to lower her hips as her hips felt like jello.

She heard a sound similar to a water balloon then the candy wrapper sound followed. "I'm not done." He said grabbing her pelvis hitting her pressure points with his index finger as he inserted himself into her. He figured he would make a spectacle of her. 

"You're such a good girl." He smirked as she raised her hips. She was learning gradually that it was best not to fight the beast and just succumb to its needs or so he thought.

He had this impulse to overpower women. Perhaps due to a lack of having a mother, although many tried to fill that position. One who thought eliminated so perfectly into the family. She had children his age and she got along decently enough with his father. They were compatible until she…. 

ChatNoir found himself with his hands fastened around Marinette's fragile neck. Pushing her as hard as she could into the couch. This was his fault for letting his mind drift off in the past. A past that should stay buried. He released her. "FUCK!" He thought he suffocated her to the point of unconsciousness or worse. 

He flipped her over. Her pale cheeks stained with mascara, her lips barely parted, no sense of life. He placed his fingers on her neck. He gulped hoping for a heartbeat as he wasn't against murder but he prefer to to it on purpose not by accident. 'Thump' 'Thump' 'Thump'. 

A sigh of relief echoed through him. He did not want her dead despite the fact that she witnessed his crimes. He couldn't kill someone who accidentally got involved in his mess. He was chancing it by creating the false sense of normalcy that he longed for.

'I just wanted to fuck. It didn't have to get personal. This is all that bitch's fault.'

He held Marinette in his arms softly touching her face debating if he wanted to stay until she woke up or to leave her. Leave her like this for her roommate to find in the morning.