The Amalgamation of Ardour and Abhorrence

by SucculentStrawberries

Summary:

Byakuya thought their time studying in the library was finished. That mangy wretch had other ideas...

 

What happens when the Master becomes the leashed mongrel?

Notes:

Fun Fact: I started writing this fic September 6th, 2020, before the world went to hell and then my Hiatus. I've just now finally gotten to finish it in the last couple of days! I'm SO GLAD to finally have it done and ready to post because this one was a personal favorite as far as the tropes go! >;3c I really hope you all enjoy this as much as I loved writing it, mmm...

The ticking of the analog clock on the wall served as ample background noise to his studies, joining the symphony of scratching graphite and the dull rattle of his empty mug whenever the table trembled. As far as he was concerned, these were the most blissful sounds in the world, and incredibly effective at blocking out anything that might interrupt them. Much like the creators of this secret room, he'd carved out his own niche of solitude, and he'd whiled away countless hours within its literature-filled walls. From dawn until dusk, from one irritating 'School Announcement' to a bear's bedtime biddings, he'd sequestered himself in here whenever he could. This library was his only reprieve from the horrors contained in this building, and that was without counting the previous murders… 

Still, though he was reluctant to leave it, the time had come. His legs had grown stiff and sore long beforehand from being crammed under the shoddy desk, and his eyes were bleary, his glasses shifting askew whenever he'd been tempted to rub them. And while thirst was not a problem with the room's ample coffee pot, hunger could only be staved away for so many hours. Yes, he'd be forced to duck into the cafeteria at some point, if only to snatch a tray and bring it back here.

But before that, there were still other matters with which he had to attend...

“Excuse me.” he muttered, finally acknowledging the insect that had been hovering in his peripheral for the duration of the day as he rose from his chair and strode towards the door. It was said, not so much out of politeness to her, but as a hint to get herself out of his sight line. As usual, she didn’t take it, scampering after him and stepping in front. 

“Huh? We’re leaving already?”

“We’re not. I am. Move.”

“Where are you going?”

“That is none of your concern.”

"Of course it is!" she insisted in that insufferable voice of hers. "I can't let Master wander the halls alone! If you don't have your fancy-pants bodyguards here, then you need me!"

"I appreciate the thought." he murmured, dripping with sarcasm. "However, I've managed to survive this long. I'm more than capable of winning the game on my own merit. Frankly, having a leech like you attached to me is a hindrance. So if you truly want to help me, then allow me to travel in peace."

"Yeah, sorry! No can do!~" the wench sighed, not looking remotely apologetic. "While I don't doubt Master is talented, you're just too big a target! A rich, pretty boy like you? Hell, if it wasn't for our deal, I'd have been tempted to off you! So I'm the best bet to save you! A killer can read a killer! I've gotta stay by your side and keep an eye out for all their tricks! So where am I escorting you to?"

His temple was beginning to throb, and a weariness deeper than his previous tiredness was working its way through his very bones. Nothing was ever easy with this idiot. Every conversation had to be a debate. "You're not escorting me anywhere. I won't tell you again. I'm traveling alone. If you want to be useful, organize my files while I'm gone. Unless your counterpart is the only one capable of literacy." 

"Ha ha, very funny. But let's cut the crap." Her obnoxious grin dropped, the girl putting on a rarely-used serious expression as she leaned against the doorway, arms folded. "Why all the secrecy, Master? What are you so desperate to hide from me, hmm?"

Honestly… Was she really going to pull the 'jealous wife' routine? He supposed he should have expected as much from her ilk… That didn't make it any less obnoxious.

"I'm not hiding anything, you miserable hag. Although even if I was, that's rich talk coming from you."

"Cute insult, real original~ But you're deflecting!" She stepped forwards, one hand sliding towards her thigh. He grit his teeth, though out of irritation, not fear. She was still blocking the door. "Out with it! Why don't you want me around? Are you paying a visit to that swimming slut? Or maybe that little harlot in the hoodie? He's cute enough, I wouldn't be surprised if any guy was willing to swing for him! Not that I'd approve, of course." she hissed.

Naegi? Was she talking about Naegi? What the fuck?

The idea of either of those options made him want to retch. The idea of being involved with any of these goddamn neanderthals was an insult. And she was still prattling, with lurid theories he had no desire to tune in to. He had no desire to stand around here and listen to this shit.

For fuck's sake. He'd only wanted to preserve a shred of class. But if he was going to be put through an interrogation… "The restroom." He cut off her rambling with a huff, narrowing his eyes. "I was planning on visiting the restroom. Are you happy now?" 

Cut off from her ramblings of his sleazy cheating exploits, the monster blinked at him for a moment in silence, as if processing the mundanity of the truth. "Really? That's it? You'd better not be lying, because you know what I'll do to liars-"

"That's it." he spat, fighting the urge to drag a palm down his face. He found himself hoping the rest of this cursed class did get murdered. At least then he'd be well within his rights to strangle this obnoxious bitch and enjoy blissful silence again. "What, do you want to stand outside the door? Will that convince you?" Realizing his mistake, he was swift to glare at her, practically snarling. "Don't you dare answer that."

Pulling her hand away from her thigh, her shoulders sagged with a sigh. "Don't worry, I believe you!~" A giggle erupted from behind the hand covering her lips. Such a girlish sound should never come from a sewer gremlin such as that, and a chill crawled up his spine. He shifted his weight where he stood, trying to ignore the prickling sensation. "Master needs a potty break~ Cute~"

"Whatever. Now that we've established my whereabouts, if you would-"

"Walk you there?" she interrupted, her fangs practically gleaming. "Master shouldn't risk a long, dark, scary hallway by himself...~ Or maybe I should carry you! It'd be a nice bonding experience, don't you think?"

So she was teasing him now. Delightful. He'd had his fill of this. The conversation, her presence, all of it. 

“Get out of my way, you mangy wretch.” he commanded, exhaling as he fought to find his waning patience. After enough time, you’d think the dog would get the message, but he still found himself having to order her around every time he came to this god-forsaken library. “You’re poisoning the air in here anyways. Haven’t I told you to go hose yourself down?”  

His irritation only heightened when she snickered, her sharp teeth leering at him in that repulsive excuse for a grin. “That kind of shit might work on her, but I’m different, y’know. After the weeks we’ve spent in here together, I would’ve hoped you’d learned that!”

“Neither of you are of any interest to me. Why would I bother wasting my precious memory on facts regarding trash?”

“Here we go again! That tsundere routine of yours was real cute at first, but it’s starting to get old...” she groaned, rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue in distaste. “When are you gonna cut the bullshit and show me how you really feel about me, Master? When are you gonna admit that I totally turn you on?”

“That depends. How long is your wretched lifespan? Add five years to that, and you’ll still never get an answer.” He was done with this game. All of her obnoxious games. Moving forwards, he resigned himself to shoving her by force if needed. Normally, he wouldn’t shove a woman, but this wasn’t a woman. This was a dog. If an animal needed to be disciplined, he had no qualms. “Enough, mongrel! Or I’ll put you on your knees where you belong!”

“Ooooh, kinky~” She had the audacity to giggle again, face flushing red. However, she managed to dodge him with more agility than anticipated, and in the blink of an eye she had shoved him away from the door, her foot lodged against his chest where he was now pinned against a bookshelf. Despite the odd position, she had no lack of balance, and he glowered at her face, if only to avoid being forced to stare at where her long skirt had managed to ride up. 

Indecent. I don’t even want to know what horrors are hidden under that fabric. Mange, most likely.

“Like I said though, we aren’t the same. And I think it’s time you got that lesson through your big-brained head, pretty boy! She might be your dog, but I prefer my men on the other end of the leash!~”

“So what? Your aim is to teach me by preventing me from urinating? What sort of idiotic ploy is that?”

“Any good pet has to ask for permission to be let out, don’t they?”

“I’m not your pet, you deranged bitch.”

“See, that kinda barking is exactly what got you into this mess! Learn to treat me like a lady and a good master! Show me affection! Spend quality time with me! And if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you out!”

“This is ridiculous.” he scoffed. “You can’t hold me hostage.”

“There’s nothing against it in the school rules. I checked.” she shrugged, flashing him her student handbook. “And the only thing I promised was that I wouldn’t kill you yet! I never said I wouldn’t do anything to you, Kyeehahaha!” 

Her obnoxious cackling was far too loud for a library, and he grimaced, already feeling a headache coming on. Of all the ignorant bullshit this swine had to pull today… He couldn’t get a shred of peace in this place. Rubbing at his temples, he turned away from her and began to head back to the secret room. If he was going to be forced to wait out her insanity, he might as well get some more research done while he was at it.

 

~~~

 

How long does she intend to keep me trapped here?

It wasn't the first time such a thought had run through his mind, and though he'd initially scolded himself for the childish impatience of it, he could no longer bring himself to care. Any thought, even whining musing, was preferable to facing the reality of his predicament.

His captor had not allowed him to simply study in peace. No, that would be far too generous. Touko may have been content with lurking in the corners of the room and watching silently (boorish breathing aside), but Sho was an entirely different beast. The bitch had insisted on commanding every scrap of his attention, and doing everything possible to ensure she frayed every one of his remaining nerves.

He'd spent at least two hours trapped within her grasp on a large leather chair, where she’d insisted on 'cuddling' and reading together. In place of any decent literature or files relevant to their future escape, she'd chosen some of the most lurid erotic novels she could find. They'd taken turns reading chapters aloud, and while she'd kept her vile hands above the waist, she'd taken far too much pleasure in squeezing herself against him, her ratty hair nestled in the crook of his neck and her unkempt nails tracing his shoulder as she murmured 'sweet nothings'. As if anything falling from that drooling mouth could be sweet…

Discomfort twisted in his lower stomach as he passed the novel back to her, and he was determined to remember that it was only the result of his original problem. His reddened face and the sweat beading across his skin was a result of only one type of stimuli. Biting his lower lip for a moment, he shifted in the seat as well as he was able, but his waistband remained far too constraining. 

In his determination to find an image that would replace the sickening scene Sho was trying to paint in his mind, his gaze flickered around the room, only for him to regret his target. The empty coffee pot remained on the table where he'd abandoned it, its large glass surface now coated with condensation as the steam cooled. As much as he desired otherwise, he couldn't seem to break his gaze, watching as each individual droplet worked its way down, sliding teasingly on the wall or dropping with a gentle splash into the growing puddle at the bottom. 

God, why on earth had he drunk that entire thing to begin with?

Averting his eyes, he was almost relieved to be greeted with genitals and terms for bodily fluids, snatching the book from Sho's grubby hands. The passage practically swam in front of him, but he ensured he didn't stutter or take too long to read, keeping his voice confident and composed. No matter how wretched this experience was, it couldn't last forever. He would see it through, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let this revolting creature see him break. Even when she nuzzled him, her arm wrapping around his stomach to pull him closer, he didn't falter, refusing to jolt even as his swollen bladder screamed.

 

~~~

 

“Look, I made a swan!” Another folded paper creature was shoved into his face, and his bleary vision struggled to focus on it. Sho pulled it back, placing its neck within the blades of her scissors and slicing it. She giggled as the severed head fell to land upon the table, reaching for a red pen to begin decorating the remaining neck with dripping splatters. “I’m giving it a pretty red necklace, see? What are you making?”

“A rock.” he spat, crumpling the lined sheet in his fist until it shook with the force. He grit his teeth as he glowered at it. 

“That’s not an animal!” Sho’s long tongue curled, tearing a fresh sheet from the composition notebook and passing it to him. “Be more creative~” Her voice was sing-song as she began folding another stupid creature. He supposed he should be counting his blessings that they weren’t making Valentine’s. 

This was at least marginally more distracting than playing with the fortune-telling device she’d made earlier. That game became rather boring when every single answer was some variation of courting Sho, or dying a grisly death.

He exhaled, eyeing the blank sheet and trying to imagine what he could construct out of it. This was such a childish game. How the hell was he supposed to think of anything?

His creases were uneven, his fingers stiff and twitching. His head ached and throbbed.

It was imperative he focus on that ache and not the other.

This is bullshit. Why am I still playing along with this nutjob? 

If he just waited for a decent opening, surely he could evade her. He'd be out the door and could slam it in her hideous face before she could hope to catch him. He knew what she was capable of. He had studied her. But despite her obsession, she couldn’t possibly know everything about him. Her ‘love’ would be her undoing, causing her to underestimate his abilities.

“I don’t suppose you have a pen that isn’t crimson?” he huffed, raising an eyebrow. She paused in her formation of an origami horse.

“What the hell’s wrong with red? And why do you suddenly care?”

“Well, if you really insist on me participating in this activity, I’m not going to half-ass it. I excel at everything I do. In that vein, a worthy steed of the Togami racing stables deserves a royal saddle.” As he meticulously formed the stallion’s body, he gestured with one hand, pointing towards the main library desk on the other end of the room. “There should be more pens over there. Make yourself useful. Fetch me navy or violet.”

Her lips split as she leered at him, reaching over to caress his cheek. He resisted the urge to pull away. “Awww~ Glad to see you’re finally getting into the spirit! See, spending time with me isn’t so bad!” 

“The pens, Sho.”

“The pens whatttt?”

“Will you please get the pens, my dear?” He wanted to vomit. How could one pleasant sentence feel so much like acid on his tongue? 

“Okie Dokie! I’ll be right back, my little puppy!” The witch cackled as she got up from her seat and pranced away, and he relished the opportunity to inhale air that didn’t reek with her suffocating odor. 

He kept her in his sights as he slowly rose and stepped away from the table, taking care not to jostle the chair. Abandoning their kindergarten projects, he took one, two, three steps backwards. One, two, three steps- Three bounds towards the door. Cold metal brushed his skin-

But it wasn’t the handle in his hand. It was her scissors, held to his throat. However, he noted as he swallowed that it seemed to be the dull sides, not the point. He lashed out, throwing his body weight onto one leg and pivoting sharply. 

"Aw, getting feisty, are we? It's cute how you struggle, Kyeehahaha!" Her shrill laughter seemed to bounce from every shelf, assaulting his eardrums. Humid breath singed his neck as she pinned his arms. "Go ahead, try to kick me again! I feel like I'm on fire!" 

He writhed, he thrashed, he tried to slam backwards so she’d crash into the doorway. But it was useless. Goddammit, how was she so strong? He loathed to admit that he knew the answer. She had taken down grown men far older and heavier than he was. He’d been a fool to delude himself into thinking he would overcome a serial killer through brute force, and he cursed as he was shoved onto his stomach. His exhausted pants were muffled against the dirty public floor, his arms burned, and her knee was digging into his back. 

None of that pain compared to the throbbing in his lower abdomen, forced to hold all of his body weight and some of Sho’s on top of it. The burn of sweat droplets squeezed his eyes shut in a grimace.

After a few heartbeats, she removed her weight from his spine. "Come on, get up, Bya-cute-ya!~" she cooed, tugging on his wrists. "Be a good boy, unless you want me to start cutting! You got to run around a little and wrestle, but playtime’s over now."

Goddamn it…

He loathed this. He loathed her. He loathed that he had no other option but to acquiesce peacefully, following her lead in bitter silence. He didn't duck his head though, keeping his posture upright as best he could in his position. Finally, as they reached the middle of the room, she let go of him. "Wait." she commanded, walking away until she was obscured by shelves. He didn't bother trying to move. A second escape attempt so quickly would be easily predicted. Better to conserve his energy and think of a new plan.

When she returned a few minutes later, she was dragging something along the carpet. One of the wooden chairs from the study tables. "Sit boy!" she snapped again, and he complied, settling down as comfortably as he could. 

“Since you keep being naughty and running where you’re not supposed to, I guess I'm going to have to teach you to stay!” He didn't like the smile on her lips as she leered at him, but he resisted the urge to turn and track her movements once she left his sights again. He wasn't going to betray curiosity. And that was all it was. 

He got his answer soon enough as she returned with an object he was all too familiar with. It had been the cornerstone of one of their cases, after all. He remained still, observing her technique as she began wrapping him and the chair in the extension cord. They were tight and well placed binds, pulling his arms behind his back, pressing firmly against his chest and distended abdomen. He had to admit, he could find few flaws.

She must have decided to practice after our second trial…

In what was either a show of mercy or a boast of her own confidence, Sho had left his legs free. It would be pointless to try and run. His center of gravity likely wouldn't even lift the chair, if he remembered a biology class experiment correctly. All he could manage was to shuffle his legs around, or- if he was foolish- attempt to tip the chair backwards. 

He chose to settle for proper posture, keeping his legs calmly pressed together, but not crossed.

He managed to maintain his facade for about ten minutes. Try as he did to remain in control here, the fact was that (as sickening as it was to admit) he had very few options left. He had even fewer to reject, especially for the sake of personal pride. He couldn't afford to remain still. Tapping his heel against the library floor, he glared at his captor. This little power trip had gone on far enough. Even if she wasn't as meek as the other one, this bitch should know to listen to him when he was serious. After all, they had their deal. If she hadn't gone back on it yet, then there was surely some scrap of an obedient dog in there. He just had to ensure it knew its place.

I'm the Master here. She says that as much, so she has to believe it.

"Having fun with your BDSM fantasy?" he queried, making a show of tugging at his binds. The cord was rubbing his wrists raw, but the sensation was a welcome distraction from the rest that plagued him. 

"Oh Master, you make it sound like I enjoy punishing you..." The sadness in her frown didn't reach those red eyes, but the vicious grin that distorted her face a moment later did. "Which is totally true! Handsome men always look better when they're all wrapped up! Kyeehahaha!" 

"Well, I suppose it is the only time a miserable wretch like you gets a present." he muttered, fighting the urge to flinch away from the flecks of spittle as she laughed in his face. "That said, you've had your moment in the sun. I've indulged in these childish whims of yours for long enough. As you said, playtime is over.”

“Hmmm, let me think about it…” Sho placed a hand to her chin, pacing back and forth in front of him. “Nah! I’m having too much fun!”

“I am your Master, you vile wench! You will do as I say!”

"Will I?” She crouched down, bending to look him in the face. “You already knew bargaining and batting your pretty eyelashes wasn't gonna get you out of this. You wouldn't've done something as stupid as trying to run and fight me earlier if you thought you could win with diplomacy or threats! Poor Master!~ You must be really desperate~"

He hated that just hearing that last sentence seemed to make the swelling urge worse. He despised nothing more than the growing temperature of his skin. He narrowed his gaze as Sho began to stride away, humming to herself. He resisted the impulse to question her movements. This deranged bitch wouldn’t abandon him until she was done with her twisted game. He was certain of that.

Relatively…

After several agonizing minutes, through which he meticulously counted the seconds, she reappeared. She was holding another novel. “I’m dying to know where the next installment goes, aren’t you?” she snickered, flashing him the lurid cover art as she pulled up a chair, settling down near him. Far enough and at an angle that he couldn’t attempt to kick her, but she could reach over if she wanted. 

And she did. Throughout the first repulsive chapter and into the second, her free hand wandered as she read that sordid smut aloud. Her filthy fingers ran through his hair, teased along his neck and shoulders, brushed against the hands bound behind his back. His skin crawled with every second of contact, shivers rocketing up his spine. 

He wished that he could solely focus on those unsettling sensations. But try as he might, the verbal assault and his molester were the least of his problems. The erotic nightmares she was trying to paint never managed to come to fruition, his traitorous mind only able to conjure up a different set of images.

His eyes briefly closed of their own volition, trying in vain to avoid the tantalizing silhouette of the empty coffee pot at the end of the room, trying to ignore the door, trying to prevent the liquid swelling up to his ducts. Those burned, as did the horribly sensitive spot he was now squeezing his thighs to attempt to suppress. 

“Masterrrr~ What are you thinking about?” He found her bloody gaze inches from his, her foul breath cascading into his face. She tilted his chin upwards with the edge of the novel. “You’re sweating! Is this getting you all hot and bothered?!? Should I take your shirt off?” 

“How long are you planning to keep me here, Sho?!?” Shit. He hadn’t meant to spit the question out like that. Tactless. Utterly tactless.

But what room was there for tact when you were dealing with a delusional whore? He was officially running out of patience.

The witch shrugged, shutting the book and stepping back a step. "If you want me to untie you, all you have to do is kiss me." She spoke as casually as if he’d merely asked to borrow a pencil.

Nevermind. He would find a reserve of patience somewhere within his being, however meager a shred it may be. 

"I'd rather soil myself." Four words, spoken as icily as he could muster. 

"Would you?" Sho's eyes were pointed as she studied him with her head cocked, her smile never fading. He thought he resented Touko's eyes, watery and skittish, ringed with those hideous dark circles. This was worse. Unearned confidence was a far uglier feature…

He wanted to sigh, to exhale every ounce of repulsion in his chest. But exhaling any scrap of air was as dangerous as inhaling it, as his latest sharp intake had proven- a sting so sharp and sudden he'd sworn for a second that the bitch had stabbed his abdomen with those scissors. But no. That pain was merely his own body's warning that he was running lower on time than he'd thought possible. What mistake had he made to be reduced to such a state? How had he allowed himself and his body to weaken to the point that mere coffee had him struggling this badly?

He'd fought and clawed his way to the top of his family legacy, past all of the other candidates. Oh, how they'd laugh at him now, so close to experiencing what even a child could manage to avoid…

"You wouldn't want to soil your sacred name~" she purred, and he just knew in his gut that she wasn't teasing about his literal name. The way her palm brushed across the area confirmed it, and he swore to God, he might just consider chopping that hand off before the Killing Game was over. The heat of fury singed the tips of his ears, and he bucked his hips in an attempt to knock her away. She took the hint and ceased her tracing of his brief outline, but only with a wry giggle. He didn't want to think about how she'd learned that fact to begin with...

"All I need to do is kiss you." He spoke firmly, eying her repulsive figure up and down. "That will be the first and only depraved act I commit with you today."

"That's right, babe! Just one kiss, and I'll let you go! I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a liar! Of course, if you decide you want more...~" 

"Shut up. And suck that tongue back in. You're insulting the lizards I'd rather engage."

Surprisingly, she didn't lick his face, following his instruction until she resembled something almost passable for a human woman. She leaned in closer so he could reach, observing him with half-lidded eyes. His own never ceased their glare as he lunged to close the gap. He had half a mind to headbutt her in the jaw, but as he so often found himself doing in this hellhole, he practiced restraint towards his peers, slowing his pace to lightly peck their lips together. His cheeks blazed at the idea of the cold sores he might gain from this contact, and he was quick to depart.

"There. You've been graced with more attention from a Togami than a wretch like you ever deserved. I suggest you savour it while you- hrk!"

His words were abruptly cut off by a tightness around his throat, the grip clenching to restrict his airflow, little by little. While admittedly surprised, he didn't panic, merely studying what he could of the arm in his sightline. The metal tips of her scissors traced his Adam's apple, then slid up to dig into the flesh on the underside of his jaw. She didn't draw blood, but all it would take was a hint more pressure. Now that he was forced to lock eyes, she leaned in so that her breath flared in his face. 

"Kiss me like you mean it, pretty boy~" she commanded, leering down at him. She'd climbed onto the edge of the chair for better access, pressing their foreheads together. And, not-so coincidentally, pressed her left knee directly against his swollen abdomen. What breath she hadn't choked out of him was stolen in a pained wheeze, his vision spotting. Now, not only were his teeth swimming, his head was, and he loathed whatever noise of pleading had managed to escape his lips during his lack of focus. She removed both her hand and weapon from his neck, and he only took a moment to inhale before he shoved himself into as much of her as his binds would allow. Her chest, nearly flat enough to rival his own, pressed against him, and he blocked out her obnoxious sighs with a growl, tilting his head to smother her lips. 

Of course they're chapped. There's at least a palette of lip balm in that goddamn storage room. How many times have I told her to make use of it?

If he had his limbs to work with, he'd pull out all the stops she was no doubt expecting. A regal brush of the knuckles upon her hollow cheeks, a caressing of the braid, perhaps even undoing the ratty things so he could see her hair in its natural state. He would grip the small of her back and dip her, or pin her to one of the library shelves. That was the fantasy the little bitch wanted, right? To be dominated, regarded with all of the disdain she deserved, and then fixed and ravished into something more presentable. Something worthy of a Togami.

No. That was Touko's fantasy. Sho's…

Sho was grabbing his face and mashing their mouths together, and while she kept that disgusting tongue from passing his lips, her teeth had no qualms about nipping them. Every time he tried to gain ground or a shred of control, she would push back, or adjust her angle. 

His lungs hadn't gotten a chance to return to capacity before this had started. Now he couldn't seem to find a chance to catch his breath, every ragged inhale or hitched noise swallowed by her lips. Another wave of dizziness threatened his composure, and he moaned, leaning up against her. 

She had him pinned. That weight against him, keeping him trapped here in this bubble, a secret affair locked from the rest of the world, from his family and business…

It was too much. There was too much weight. Such a bubble was bound to burst.

"Sho…" he panted, straining for air as he tried to pull away. She chased him, a rotten cheshire grin splitting her face. 

"There's so much blood in your face, Master!~ It's such a cute look on you, all rosy-cheeked..."

"Sho." he spat again, bucking sharply to dislodge her from his lap. Warmth had already bloomed in unwelcome places all over his body, but the damp heat where she was sitting was by far the worst. His shoulders shuddered against the extension cord, but the pain digging in there was preferable to the jabbing in his pelvis. His thighs trembled as he squeezed them shut, crossed them, and he bounced a knee impatiently, in part to keep her from clambering back on. "Untie me-" He ground the words out through his teeth, his jaw as iron-clad as the rest of his clenched body. "NOW."

For her part, she did seem intent on complying with her end of the bargain, already having circled behind him in the time he'd taken to speak. "Of course~ I keep my promises! You'll be out of these silly binds in a jiffy, and then you can run to the little boys' room!~"

Just a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes and this God-forsaken nightmare would be OVER-

As soon as he felt his binds begin to slacken, he lunged forwards, fumbling to drag his arms out to his sides. His muscles screamed in protest, and his hands were numb and cold as they tried to get their circulation back. Instead of rubbing his burning wrist wounds, he was forced to shove one hand down between his legs, clutching the Togami Seal for power while his other hand pushed off from the chair. One shaking step forward was taken, then another lurch. How many hours had he been sitting around today? All that studying, and then her twisted games… He could hardly feel his legs anymore, it was as if he were attempting to walk on stilts.

Goddamn it, I’m not going to forgive that bitch for this! When I get done, we are going to have to renegotiate the terms of-

His thoughts were stopped cold by something incredibly warm. His stomach lurched just as he tripped forwards, barely managing to catch himself against one of the nearby bookshelves. The feeling was blooming against his hand, traveling down his right leg and into his sock. The boiling heat flooded up his chest, his neck, steaming his cheeks and ears.

No. No no no-

His legs were being shaken like the earth itself was rupturing beneath his feet, and he wished with every fibre of his being that a fault would open up and swallow him whole. But the only thing collapsing here was his own body and pride, and he found himself staggering back the same two steps he’d come. His back slammed into the wooden chair, and neither of his four numb limbs could find any form of purchase again. He couldn’t speak, couldn't find the strength to make a single noise of protest or fury as his body betrayed him entirely.

One damp hand found its way into his hair, running along his temple and pushing the stem of his glasses aside on the journey there. As those fingers buried themselves to clench blonde strands in a vice-grip, his other hand slowly grew slack from where it had been gripping. It was futile to clench that area any longer, and lacking the energy to do anything else, he found it sliding, almost as if probing the sopping fabric in disbelief before it came to rest limply on his thigh.

The library’s soundtrack was made up of his personal rainfall, and Sho’s increasingly quickened breaths. He couldn’t make out her expression, not that he cared to look at her. The scenery around him was spinning, fading in and out. With every rivulet of lava pouring from his lap, he grew dizzier. His entire body ached and burned. And yet, his core was numb… so strangely numb compared to the violent hissing.

Why wasn't there enough oxygen in his goddamn library? Was that witch sucking it all up? The delirium threatened to overwhelm him, and he leaned his head back, bearing his flushed throat to the ceiling and its voyeuristic camera as he heaved for air. His Adam's apple bobbed with every ragged swallow.

This was nauseating. He was a wretched creature. Molested and left to sit in his own sodden filth.

Even more insulting was his body’s repulsive reaction to the situation. The taunting waves of relief that crawled through his nerves, the shiver running up his spine. The frantic beating in his chest. Such feelings combined were eerily similar to-

No. No. Absolutely not.

It was just an unfortunate side-effect of the stimuli. Or those disgusting excuses for ‘literature’ were still seared into his subconscious. 

Shame and pleasure were often an interesting dichotomy, and it was a well-researched phenomenon that they often coincided. But that was not what was happening here. There was nothing pleasurable about anything that had transpired here.

For the first time in several excruciating hours, he did not keep track of the passing seconds. He had no idea exactly how long he was forced to remain splayed out, biting back a handful of involuntary moans as his own urine spilled from his lap. But eventually, though not blissfully, the stream pouring from his unmentionable finally petered out. 

His muscles felt as liquid as what now coated the floor. Despite that, he immediately forced himself to stand upright and in as close to proper posture as he could manage. He did not acknowledge his trembling legs, his flushed face, or his still labored breathing. He merely folded his arms across his chest and fixed Sho with a glare that their principal may very well rule capable of murder.

“Uhhhhh…” The wretch’s tongue was lolling out again, saliva coating her chin and dripping to further taint the soiled floor. Her gaze was not remotely subtle, still fixated on his crotch, as it had likely been this entire time. Her skin was painted a hideous shade of crimson, though he wagered his own was likely even worse. 

Repulsive. A simply repulsive creature.

“Master... I…” For once, Sho seemed to be struggling to find her voice. Ordinarily, he would be grateful for her lack of screeching, but the tension in the air only highlighted how completely out of line this whole damned ordeal was. “Listen, listen! It’s not like I actually thought you were gonna-”

“I am going to my room.” His breaths between statements were slow, deliberate. He ensured his tone was that of concrete. His foundations may have been shaken, but he would not give that miserable bitch the satisfaction of watching him crumble further. ”You are not to follow.” Another breath. There was no protest coming from her filthy mouth. He began to stride away with measured steps, not sparing her a glance as he headed for the door.

“You will clean this mess up. I don’t care what you do with yourself afterwards. But let me be perfectly clear: I do not want to see a single hair of your flea-ridden existence for the rest of the day.” 

His grip found the door handle, his knuckles squeezing it until they turned white. He wished more than anything that it was her neck. “I should really shove your nose in it like a mongrel deserves. But you would just get off to that, you deranged animal…” With gritted teeth, he shoved past the barrier of their private bubble and out into the cold, unforgiving corridor.

Who’s really the poorly-trained dog here?

The question coiled around his mind, squeezing tighter with every step. His sodden clothing clung to his skin like an ugly, reeking pelt, and bile stung the back of his throat. His tongue swiped briefly over swollen, trembling lips, and he grimaced despite himself. 

The flames of hell licked hungrily at every portion of skin they could reach. His face was singed. His chest was still pounding, and he found himself pulling at his tie, tugging in vain to loosen the noose around his neck.

He decided that when he reached the privacy of his room and entered the welcoming embrace of the shower, he will find respite in many vivid fantasies of killing his tormentor. That repulsive, slobbering face will be the last expression she will ever make. His fingers would curl so easily around her neck, silencing any lurid quips. The hot steam brushing his face, her final exhale-

He couldn’t seem to swipe his handbook to access his room quickly enough, his fingers shaking as he scanned the hallways with furtive glances. His pulse was drowning out any possible footsteps. He swallowed again against his dry throat, his blood simmering beneath the surface. 

If anyone were to see me like this, I would be utterly ruined…

When the door finally opened, he stormed inside, his hands already clawing at the fabric restraining him. One by one, the layers that composed Byakuya Togami collapsed to the floor. His family crest was the last to fall. A flag of resignation, the thin black satin fluttered from his grip, the white seal landing face down on the restroom tile…

Notes:

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