(Low key some assault and graphic violence in this chapter. So if you want you can skip this chapter! I swear the next one will be less intense! I hope this story is a cut above the rest :3 thanks for 3.3k reads!! ILY ALL! - Author-chan)

I felt like my heart had stopped beating as he came near, with a wide, menacing grin spread across his ugly face. His presence was now only a good foot away, due to my short height, he loomed over me like a ravenous monster, he casted a shadow overhead.

"What the fuck do you want? Is this some sick prank?" Furrowing my brow, I directed daggers at him with my feisty gaze. The corners of my mouth tugged into a frown as I dug my nails into my tiny palm and stood up a bit taller. I wasn't going to let this fucker get his way. His only reply was a gentle chuckle as he put his nasty hand to my ruddy cheeks. He was starting to piss me off.

"I just wanted to chat a little, that's all..." The boy's maniacal demeanor had change rather quickly, since his voice sounded normal and he almost started into my face lovingly almost. The way his voice sounded so smooth and thick like molasses was startling.

"About what? Have you ever heard of personal space?" I retorted, taking a step back only to realize that I had slowly drifted to an empty corner, probably where a Nurse's desk would've been. Surprisingly he took a step back and burrowed his hands into his blazer pocket, leaning back a little and taking a deep breath before talking.

"I... Well I just wanted to talk about- well let me get straight to the point. I just wanted to say that I love you. You're just so cute and when people pick on you, you stand up for yourself...."

Is he fucking serious? This kid barely fucking knows me and now he's locked me inside the old infirmary. I drowned out his dramatic monologue, squeezing my eyes shut, tighter and tighter.

Go away, please go away.

The temptation to kick his ass was growing stronger inside my gut, the adrenaline was rushing through my veins like an overflowed river that was about suddenly flash flood an unsuspected town. For sure I could handle this kid myself, even if I couldn't stand up against Papa, he would be nothing.

Compared to Papa.

"So do you accept my love, Natsuki?" I caught his last words as I returned from the abyss of my jumbled thoughts and grimaced a little.

"I barely fucking know you, and you literally know NOTHING about me, because if you did, you wouldn't have brought me here. You would've known better that this kind of thing is just outright fucking creepy, so why should I even bother with you? You're gross. A creep." I hissed back, pure rage now taking control of my every action, I grit my teeth and then again I felt hands push me, and then my wrists being held against the wall above my head. There was a warm sobbing breath in my ear, the feeling made my heart freeze and I tried to reel away as far as I could from his face. Though he kept me there.

"Please... Give me a chance. Let me love you..." With no hesitation he started to press his lips all over my mortified face, his lips were gross.

"Let me g-mmMMPH!" Now he silenced me with his mouth shoved into mine, his breath smelled absolutely terrible, then wet muscle explored my tightly closed lips. With this, I felt the rage erupt from me like it was natural and in a few swift movements I pulled my head back and Head butted him so he could hopefully loosen his grip on me. Though he grip only got tighter, but then I kneed him HARD in the groin. I hope he will never be able to have children again! With a grunt he stumbled backwards and used his hands to cradle his hopefully crushed manhood, I could tell that I really hurt him because his dark eyes were wide and his whole body was shaken in shock. Serves that fucker right!

"Why you little bitch!" He growled, now his face looking grim, but also still mixed with a pained expression. Fureru almost seemed to have teleported to right back where he was, and pointed a shiny, sharp knife at me. Surprisingly I wasn't scared of the knife, I was used to Papa brandishing all types of sharp things at me. My heart was still beating almost out of my chest, I would have to make no mistakes or this could end up being horrible for me. I slowly started to lift my thin arms up as if surrendering, now using some of my acting skills to look like I was terrified. A wicked, wide smile appeared on his face as he once again pressed against me and leaned in to peck my neck. As he did that I used this moment to slap the knife out of his hand, though sadly it had only loosened his grip on the handle. His eyes flashed with more anger and now I had to act fast. Grabbing both of his shoulders I kneed him once again in the gut this time with all my might, the sound of air rushing out of his lungs filled the room as he gasped, now pulling back his arm to attempt to slash at me. Instinctively I raised up my arms as he plummeted the knife in an arc towards me. Now the sound of ripping fabric filled the room, yet I felt no pain flood to my arm as I expected, what I realized was now that (Y/N's) thick bandage wrap was protecting me. Though I knew a stab would definitely do lots of damage. Without thinking I grabbed his wrist with the knife that was wielded in it and attempted to twist his arm, maybe even break it, if only if had more food I could be a hell of a lot more stronger. I used my body's weight by pushing with my legs to give me more momentum, throwing myself to my left side and twirling. There was a scream followed by a loud snap, and then metal clattering to the floor.

I actually fucking did it?

Though he did not look like he was done with me, despite him being thrown to the ground, he came quickly back onto his feet and charged at me, in response I quickly scurried away from the crazy asshole and turned my attention to the door. With speed I turned i reached for the handle seeing if I could open it from the inside, to my demise it was still fucking locked. He had the key. A looming figure was right behind me, and I did not know where I was throwing my punch. Whipping around I threw my uncalculated arm straight into his nose hearing another sickening crack. Maybe I am a little stronger than I thought. Now on his shaking knees dark blood started pouring from his nose as he once again writhed in pain.

Finish him.

Like in those fighting games I landed a firm, accurate kick into his battered face, and watched him fall to the floor with a thud. He was knocked out I'm pretty sure. Holy shit. Now where the hell were the keys? Quickly scanning for the item I found it right by his pocket on the floor in front of him. It had fallen out of his blazer. A wave of pride, and victory overwhelmed me as I caught my breath and felt the key's cool touch.

I was free.

With relief, the key was now into my own hands, but then felt something sharp plunge into my leg.

A knife.