Work Text:
Now there were some perks to gain when you were unexpectedly kidnapped. You did eventually land a job as a personal assistant. Personal assistant to the man who took the trouble to abduct you. You can specifically recall the moment when you opened your eyes and those haunting golden pupils were piercing down at you. You were restrained onto a chair and it was exactly like those lame scenes from an alien-themed movie where aliens are about to conduct some strange experiments on the captive. But he did not look alien-like. So that was part of the reason why you let your guard down and gave him access without resistance. His long bony fingers ran across your forehead as if he were measuring your cranium. Because of his taller stature, he stood slouched forward to examine you. He carried a rather chilling and disturbing smirk on his face as he measured you out with his pokey fingers. He measured more than just your head and left your entire body tingling from the sensation. A sensation you ended up hating but craving from that day onwards.
------------
Fast forward three months later and you were still considered ‘abducted’ and ‘missing’ because you never did return back to your world.
As per your morning routine, you were trying to enjoy a nice cup of coffee while typing away on the keyboard. You didn’t need your morning caffeine buzz to perk you up because his leering gaze was enough to awaken your senses and stir your mind. The coffee was simply a bitter reminder of home.
You weren’t the least bit surprised to find him standing behind you. You could sense his sinister aura seconds before he came in contact with you. But it still sent a chill down your spine when his creepy crawling fingers dug into your scalp from behind and he began petting you as if you were his prized pet dog and he was your proud owner.
“Is my little pet getting the right numbers?”, he asked while playing with your hair nonchalantly and glancing at your screen.
“Yea”, you mumbled while desperately trying not to lose yourself in the gentle sensations. He was purposefully gentle and your scalp tingled.
“Where are your manners?” he teased, his voice still playful but his grip not so much. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back so he could gaze into your eyes and make you squirm beneath him. He licked the corner of his lips as he enjoyed watching you become uneasy and awkward, your eyes darting in a different direction.
“Yes, sir”, you made sure to quickly make amends.
“You nasty little humans are very ill-mannered. Such an unevolved species.” He released the painful grip on your hair and began to pet and caress your achy scalp again. “Not to worry. I will make sure you evolve just the way I like it”.
You were always suspicious that your role entailed more than just the common duties carried out by an average personal assistant. He ordered you around and he made sure you were an obedient little pet for him. You did your job as directed, although he always did find some fault. Regardless, there was that nagging question that had you on guard: Why did he take a human as his personal assistant?
Perhaps he was secretly conducting experiments on you and you were merely a lab rat meant to quench his scientific curiosity.
The alternative, to return to your world, was not exactly an enticing option either. So you decide to stay put and mentally prepare yourself to take on whatever your crazy boss throws at you. You just had to be extra cautious and alert.
His long fingers were still entangled in your hair, his body leaning forward so he could rest his pointy chin on top of your head. He was breathing in your scent and he didn’t hide the way he openly inhaled your aroma. A sigh escaped his parted lips. A sigh that was borderline a faint moan that he made no attempt to suppress. Your face is flushed and you try to focus and block out the distractions but it becomes impossible.
“Sir, I can’t focus”, you explain as you fumble with your keys.
“Now why would that be? Is my company that distracting? I haven't even done anything exciting yet”. There was a perverted smirk and you could see it through the reflection of the computer monitor.
You swallow a dry lump in your throat, your heart racing and he could feel your pulse through the air. His hand slowly slides down from your head and effortlessly glides down your arm and towards your wrist. You flinch as an electric shock hits you and you quickly pull your hand away from the keyboard. He just quietly settled his fingers on your keyboard and began to type. You looked straight ahead at your monitor as he fixed your mistakes. You awkwardly sat there, feeling his flat chest and bony ribcage pressing up against your back. You couldn’t feel a heartbeat but you certainly could sense his rhythmic breaths.
“Now don’t be such an easy target. It’s not a fun hunt when the prey is just begging to be devoured”, he whispered playfully, his face moving down and lips just inches away from your right ear lobe. It sent a shiver down your spine as it aroused your senses. Luckily he pulled away and began to walk back to his desk before your mind became further numb from his taunts.
These were games he played throughout the day to entertain himself. Unfortunately, you were the only easy and vulnerable target for his amusement. You could say he was a bully but he never physically hurt you and he never got angry at you. His little lab assistants were the victims of his wrath if things didn't go his way. He would devour or slaughter them right in front of you and slowly walk towards you while holding a white towel and wiping his blood-stained hands. He would give you the most twisted of grins and mock you for not being able to stomach the beautiful brutality that played before you. It was a special performance he specifically put on for your entertainment. That was when you would get up and run to the bathroom to puke your guts out while hearing his manic laughter echoing just down the hall. You would quietly walk back in to find the lab clean and sanitized, the body is gone and no traces of blood anywhere. There was a brand new lab assistant ready to be tormented. It was like you had just imagined the whole scenario but the aftertaste in your mouth reminded you otherwise.
Anyhow, today Szayelaporro was in a cheerful mood. He was humming away while making his rounds across the lab. He had to be in full control and be certain that everything was up to his standards. Everything had to be PERFECT. You flinched again when he came back to you, his presence covering you with goosebumps. Today he really was just lingering around you longer than usual.
“Hmmm, it seems like you are making more mistakes than usual. What has gotten into you today?”, he suddenly asked.
“Sir, I’m sorry. This isn’t my field of expertise but I am willing to learn,” you reply back. Your heart was racing and you really didn’t want another one of his lab assistants to fall victim due to your own shortcomings.
He let out another one of those chilly laughs that instantly lowered your body temperature. “You are quite the drama. I don’t have time to train a human on a simple task”.
You suddenly freeze. Does that mean he was going to get rid of you? Or that very very small possibility that he would send you back to your world? What killed you the most was that you disappointed him. For some reason, you want to please him for sparing your mortal life. Although he was the one who kidnapped/abducted you in the first place. An enigma left to be solved for some other time.
He could sense your dread and he did not want your brain to cling onto flash hopes of freedom.
“Aww don’t worry. You are my personal assistant. My human pet. I have many other uses for you.” He left it at that and walked away again with a smirk of satisfaction plastered on his face.
Now you already had a hard time focusing today and then this man drops a bomb. Other uses?
Well, the day certainly went by slower than usual. Maybe because your mind was preoccupied as you overanalyzed his previous comment. He tried to keep you busy by having you run simple errands; cleaning up the stations and organizing some files on the computer.
Then came the time to lock up. He usually was the last one to leave for the evening. But today he kept you around a little longer. You obediently wait for him, your day is now just a boring blur. He didn’t trust you with his data anymore so you thought doing some menial work would be more fulfilling but it was downright boring.
You let out an uncontrollable yawn as you waited on your chair and he was just finishing up some work on his computer. He found your fidgeting and yawning a little irritating but he finally shut off the computer and you could hear some shuffling. You turned to face him as he approached you, a look of disappointment on his face.
“I order you to sit quietly and you just have to make your lack of enthusiasm so vocal. Is being in my presence that uneventful?” His eyes were ready to bore a hole through your hard skull. He looked pissed and there were no lab assistants for him to torment. You were the lab assistant for him to torment tonight.
He heard you gulp as you tried to find an excuse for your insulting actions. “I’m sorry. I am just tired. Didn’t sleep well last night,” you lied.
“Oh, so is that your excuse for these trivial mistakes?” He scanned you with his eyes, from head to toe as if he was visually taking you in and implanting some perverted fantasy in his head. He extended his hand and ran his fingers through your hair, petting you and reminding you that you belong to him
Over the past few weeks, you have gotten used to his touch even though it did send shivers down your body. You couldn’t distinguish between fear and excitement but regardless, you slowly began to crave his touch. With no outside interactions, his touch was what kept you alive and thriving.
He found it rather amusing when you voluntarily pressed your head into his hand while he caressed your scalp. He was gentle but every so often he would proceed to grab a few locks of your hair and give them a gentle tug to remind you of his hold on you. You would yelp a little but he was quick to let go of the grip and continue to run his long fingers through your hair, soothing your scalp.
“Well well…I should have pulled you off the data analysis job earlier if I knew it would have subdued you so easily.” He was laughing at his own revolutionary findings where everything was a science experiment and experience for him.
You were lost for words and your eyelids felt heavy as you got lost in a trance. Your skin was tingling from head to toe and your body language was enough to carry on the conversation.
“You may not be good with research but I do believe I can find some good use for you. You are a virgin so maybe we can fix that little problem of yours, no?”
Your eyes flung wide open. How? What?
His smirk grew as he flashed his long middle finger at you. No, he was not cussing you out as that was not his style. He trailed his thumb along the palm side of his middle finger and stopped just short of the second knuckle. “This is as far as I could go inside. The first day I collected you as my specimen, I did a thorough physical examination. And I do pride myself on my detailed examinations”.
His ego usually had you mentally rolling your eyes but you were still in shock. Take your virginity? As in have sex? With your boss? Who wasn't even human? Did sex even work the same with an arrancar? Your mind couldn’t process beyond that and he could tell you had short-circuited.
“Now don’t fry that small brain of yours. It will become a slurry mush and I can’t have that. I want input from you. Give me some data to work with. Feed me with more information as I feed you with pleasure”. He stepped forward and his hand suddenly wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer into his chest. Your body was rigid but so was his. Your heart was racing against his hollow chest and your senses were suddenly wide awake. Gone was the boredom that haunted you all day.
“Come. I can’t be collecting data while standing,” he said while leading you towards his bedroom, his arm still casually resting on your waist.
He had let go of your waist once he arrived at his room. He opened the door and stepped inside. As he entered his room, you stood at the doorway, contemplating whether this was what you wanted. He was kind enough to grant you a choice as he did not forcefully drag you into the room. Once you took a single step into his private territory, that was implied consent and you were at his mercy.
You had convinced yourself that it was what you had to do to pay your dues. Be grateful that he didn’t stuff you up with embalming fluids and put you on display like every other human victim who encountered him.
Szayelaporro patiently watched from the comfort of his bedroom. He found your internal struggles very amusing. His eyes lit up as you took a giant leap of faith inside, crossing the invisible boundary and he clapped his hands a few times. A slow clap. A chilling clap as if a predictor was rejoicing in celebration of capturing a delicious prey.
He grabbed you by the wrist and gave it a little tug so you would fall forward and back into his grasp. His arms wrapped around your waist again but this time his hands began to wander up and down your back. Your chest and stomach pressed up against his body while he measured you with his needy hands.
“Yes. Yes. Not much changed from our initial visit”, he said mostly to himself as his hands continued to explore your curves from the outside. “Gotten a little softer around the hips but that happens to be my personal preference”.
Pervert. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. This man was all types of wrong.
“Are you ticklish?”, he asked, responding to your giggling as his hands rested on your hips.
“A little”, you lied.
He narrowed his eyes, smelling your bullshit lies and took a small step back. He grabbed your arm and threw you on the bed. You yelp as your back makes contact with the soft mattress beneath.
“One thing I do not tolerate is tampering with my data”. He was quick to pounce on top of you, pinning you down with his body on top and his hands moving towards the waistband of your pants.
“Wait, hold on! Take it slow with me. This is all new,” you remind him. So foolish of you to be advising him on what to do when he already had set plans for you.
“Do not tell me what to do. Especially when you are so horrible at your job”. And with that, he yanked off your pants and underwear in one go.
You laid there beneath him, fully exposed from the waist down. You were nervous. He had seen you much naked before but you were drugged up at that time.
He slowly positioned himself between your legs and spread them apart. “Ah… just as I remembered it”, he commented once his eyes caught a glimpse of your wet folds as he moved closer between your thighs. “Although the first time you were as dry as the desert. Look at you impressively dripping today. And based on the smell and consistency….”, he reached between your legs and with his index finger, he scooped up your folds, collecting some liquid samples. “You are ovulating!” He sounded a little too excited. He began rubbing his fingers together and tapping his fingers, feeling for the tackiness of the fluids.
You were embarrassed out of your mind. Your face flushed and your body involuntarily wanted to squirm away. You should have known better than to expect normal sex from this crazy man.
You heard some sucking sounds. He was licking and sucking his finger that was coated with your fluids. “Ah yes. The hormonal panel tells me your little ovaries just squeezed out a fresh egg for me”. He placed his hand on your stomach while looking you in the eyes.
You wanted to divert your gaze but you couldn’t. He had you trapped under a spell, leaving you feeling helpless and in awe. You were standing at the edge of a cliff, terrified and thrilled at the thought of falling. You want to challenge yourself and take a ride on that adrenaline train.
Your holes twitch from anticipation and it had him chuckling from within.
“Excited are we? Let me finish my examination first. I need to check your response time to external stimuli”, he explained while placing a fingertip on top of your soft clit. His other hand held a stopwatch which he clicked and closely observed. You heard another click and he flashed the stopwatch at you. “45 seconds. Not bad. This should serve as our baseline for future experiments”.
He placed the stopwatch aside and stuck his face back between your thighs, his face only an inch away from your heated pussy. He could feel the warmth hit his face, the scent exciting his own senses and he memorized the details of your folds. You were just about ready to sink into the bed and out of his leering uncomfortable gaze. And just when you thought that was the worst, he began slapping your pussy.
You yelp, your pelvic floor muscles contracting and shrinking away from his hand.
“Good reflex”, he commented and went for another slap test. This time his hand landed right on your clit, jolting your entire body and a low moan escaped your vocals.
“Beautiful. Yes. Now don’t just cum from my slaps. What a masochist little pet”, he grinned while continuing with his barrage of slaps, your puffy swollen clit being on the receiving end.
You are squirming beneath him, your body twitching with each impact. Your pussy is red but also drenched from arousal that seeps out of your virgin hole. Your impending orgasm is only a few slaps away but he suddenly stops and stands upright, leaving you feeling frustrated and flustered.
“Let’s check your grip strength now. Squeeze around my fingers”. And with that order, you tried to clench the ring of pelvic floor muscles around his index finger. He easily slipped past your folds but stopped when he hit the barrier. “Still intact”, he commented to himself.
He wiggled his finger around to feel the internal texture and temperature. He had you clench down on him a few more times and finally pulled out. “Very tight. 5/5 muscle strength. Should feel wonderful around me.”
And with that final analysis, he finally began to peel off his clothes. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched in awe as his slender naked body finally revealed itself and stood before you. Was it a breathtaking sight? Not really. But in your eyes, he suddenly looked like a sparkling magnificent God. Either that or the damn fluorescent lights in his bedroom were just highlighting all the right features, making him appear all chiselled and elegant.
Although he was fully naked, you were still wearing your shirt. But that didn’t matter as he was mostly interested in what rests below your waist.
You look at him awfully confused as he spreads open your legs and places himself between your open thighs. He just gave you a chuckle when the realization hit you that his hollow hole was obscuring his sex.
“How is this going to work?”, you ask.
“Impatient are we?” He mocked you with a playful teasing tone and with a snap of his long skinny fingers the hollow hole disappeared and his sexual organs began to materialize.
You were left flabbergasted. His fat pale cock poked out, ready to be consumed by your hot eager pussy. He leaned forward to push your shoulders back down on the mattress and he hovered above you. His expression had changed from being playfully annoying to a more lustful gaze. You noticed a bit of fluid was oozing out of his tip before it disappeared out of your sight and towards your sex. He smeared his precum all over your folds, the swollen head now resting against your entrance.
“Just so you are aware it will be painful”, he warned you. That was oddly out of character for him but unbeknownst to you he was fighting off the primal urge to slam himself inside your virgin hole. He hated to be controlled by lust and desire. He hated how you had this effect on him. Perhaps stealing away what was so precious and innocent of yours would quench his thirst and he might return back to his usual rational self.
You grip onto the bed sheets, knuckles turning white from anticipation. His hips effortlessly glide forward, the tip of his cock pushing through your folds and tickling the barrier. His eyes studying your reaction, trying to collect data minute by minute but fuck your tight pussy was trying to suck him in. To hell with data. With one quick but forceful thrust, he broke through the thin barrier and claimed his prize.
A shrilling shriek ripped through your throat, eyes instantly welled up and your body tightened from the intense sharp pain that radiated upwards and made your stomach churn. It felt like a sharp knife just pierced your sex and twisted around itself. And if you thought he would help soothe away your pain and comfort you, you were foolishly wrong because at that moment he had his own demons to battle.
If it wasn’t your tight pussy clamping down hard and choking his girth that drove him insane, your beautiful ear-piercing screams certainly got to him. Soon a warm liquid pooled inside your canal, soothing some of that stinging sensation.
“F-fuck!”, he yelled as he uncontrollably emptied his balls inside you.
You finally fight away the sobs and weakly look up at him. He looked mortified. His eyes widened in shock as he tried to process what just happened.
“Did you just…”, you start asking but he instantly shuts you down.
“Don’t you dare mention this again”, he panted, fully embarrassed to have succumbed after the initial penetration.
Ego shattered by a virgin’s pussy. A failed experiment. Neat title for a research article.
————
Weeks turned into months. Szayel thought that he would be well over his curiosity and move on to another project and or even another specimen. But when it came to you, he could not seem to quench his thirst and day by day he became more obsessed and consumed.
One fine evening in particular he could not control his erection and was completely taken over by his desires. Three hours in and he had made a complete mess out of you. He had you folded over as he mindlessly drilled into your pelvis. He never lost control before and it was starting to concern him. But for now, he was completely engulfed
“Please. Enough. My back will break”, you whimpered from below, your face barely visible from between your legs.
It was your weary voice that pulled him out of that euphoric daze he had been trapped within. His dilated eyes returned back to normal and reality hit him hard when his sore dick began to painfully throb inside you.
He pulled out, unsatisfied but he couldn’t break his pet toy.
“How did your past lovers even survive this ordeal?”, you ask as you make an attempt to sit upright. Your spine was ready to snap in half and you hissed from the intense nerve pain. Probably blew a disc. Of course your man was no help as he was overly obsessed with his hard erection not going down.
“Lovers? You call yourself my lover? How cute”, he chuckled while stroking his hard cock in his hand. “I generally fucked them and killed or consumed them. The last victim blew up after I came inside them. That was quite the thrill”.
Your eyes are wide in shock and as you are about to crawl away, he grabs you by the wrist and pushes you back onto your back.
“Oh don’t worry your pretty little head. I plan to enjoy you a little longer”, he smiled.
“Please. I don’t think my organs can take another pounding”, you plead with your voice and eyes. Your pleading was unknowingly seducing him.
“Oh just stay put and do your job, my personal assistant”, he warned you. Although he sounded threatening, he just used your pretty face to jerk off, the tip of his cock only inches away from your face.
“Now don’t give me that look. Isn’t it exciting? Not knowing when I decide to slit your throat while you release all sorts of juices all over me? The excitement of not knowing is the thrill!” His rhythmic fist movements became more aggressive, your fluids coating his length serving as lubrication.
“You're a sick person!”, you glared at him. Recently you have become more brave and daring around him. You took comfort in knowing that he would never physically hurt you. Pain afflicted during sexual intercourse did not count.
“No. I just happen to take pleasure in risky sex”.
“Risk that I am bearing!”
“Oh my. I never said you can’t slit my throat? Oh yes. Just the thought of you slicing me open with a scalpel while I cum inside you…mmmm just remember to wear some gloves”. And with that sick fantasy, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and ropes of cum flew out of his tip, decorating your face. “Now you look even extra beautiful today! I have truly outdone myself”.
“Honestly, you freak me out”, you sigh while cleaning his seed off your face.
“Honestly, I don’t care”.
———-
Szayelaporro became so accustomed to having you around him. He was growing very fond of his pet to the point where he would make sure to have you within arms reach in case he needed you. You truly did become his personal assistant even though he never trusted any precious data in your hands again.
Your role had completely changed. He didn’t care who saw as long as no rumours left the walls of his laboratory. So many times he had sex with you while in the company of his lab assistants. To have an audience was half the excitement and he made sure they gathered any necessary data when suitable. But today he had you on your knees for his own self-indulgence. Your face buried in his crotch, his length shoved deep down your throat.
“Such a good pet. Now don’t you tease me with your teeth”, he warned you while petting the back of your head. He didn’t mind some teeth action but only when he was in the mood for it.
Slurping and sucking wet sounds came from beneath him. You weren’t exactly comfortable with giving him a blow job with watchful eyes. But it could be worse and he could be fucking you on his desk right now. So you just suck it up and suck him off.
Just when he was about to make a creamy mess down your throat, he was alarmed to hear familiar footsteps. He recognized those footsteps, his strides very cautious but precise.
“Ah. Ulquiorra. What brings you to my lab?”, Szayelaporro smirked and glanced at the shorter man from the corner of his eyes.
There was a panicked look on your face and you tried to pull him out of your mouth but he just kept your head in place with his hand on your head.
“Lord Aizen requests your audience”, Ulquiorra explained his intrusion.
“And what could Lord Aizen possibly want from boring old me?”
Ulquiorra’s green eyes travelled from Szayelaporro and landed on you and your stuffed-up mouth. Your eyes were watery and your vision became blurry.
“My human pet? Now doesn’t he have one of those already? You would know since you gathered her.”
“I am simply a messenger,” he replied, his gaze reverting back to Szayelaporro. His expression was stoic and his eyes lifeless but Szayelaporro could tell exactly what the fourth Espada was thinking.
“Now don’t look at me with that face. These human pets make great sexual companions. I can tell you have shown some interest in that captive girl. Come now. Turn that frown upside down and try to cum a little”, Szayelaporro let out a chuckle mixed with a moan, his pupils twitching before they disappeared to the back of his skull. A mouthful of warm cum filled your oral cavity and he finally released his grip on your hair and pulled you away. His limp cock slowly disappeared and his hollow hole reappeared. He got up to pull up his pants and gave you a gentle pat on your head for a job well done.
You licked the corner of your lips and slowly stood up behind him, afraid the other Espada might take you away. You gripped Szayelaporro’s shirt from behind, his taller frame shielding you from Ulquiorro’s intense gaze.
“I have no interest. I shall take my leave”, Ulquiorra finally spoke, completely unfazed by what unfolded before him. However, Szayelaporro did successfully plant a small seed inside that dull head of his.
“What does Lord Aizen want from me?”, you asked once Ulquiorra was out of sight.
Szayelaporro’s expression quickly changed from playful to serious. He fixed his glasses and looked straight ahead where Ulquiorra was just standing.
“Probably your pretty little head”, he replied apathetically.
————
And sure enough, that was exactly what Aizen wanted. The head of the human that had Szayelaporro so distracted from his work. It was a critical time for the Espadas and Aizen. Chaos was growing as intruders had entered Las Noches.
Szayelaporro had you back on that exact chair he restrained you over a year ago. The first time he probed your body and welcomed you to his lab. Those yellow eyes consumed you from that day on. You became his personal assistant but realized research was not your forte. Therefore he found a better use for you. And you hate to admit but you were growing fond of those moments. You were human and so your human emotions had clinged onto the idea that perhaps this narcissistic scientist who kidnapped you actually liked you. But your heart was shattered into a million pieces when he showed no sympathy as he pinned you down onto that dreadful chair. In fact, he was cheerfully humming away.
“Now don’t struggle, dear. I will make it as painless as possible. I owe you that much at least”, he grinned while petting your hair one last time.
He noticed a tear run down the side of your face and he wiped it away with his fingertips. “Tch. Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me!”
“I will never! Go to hell!”, you finally snapped at him. Never since the day you arrived did you speak so boldly and impulsively. But you felt betrayed and you finally despised the man who once kidnapped you.
“In due time my pretty. In due time”, he replied, foreshadowing at its finest.
He felt a sudden shift in spiritual pressure and that was his call to end this quickly and join in on the fun. “Honestly, a gang of humans coming to rescue one pathetic human. And no one dared to come to retrieve you. How pitiful”, he added salt to your wounds. He invited animosity with open arms.
Your hatred just grew. But that did not bother him. He prepared an injection to put you to sleep for eternity. A prick on your arm and a flush of warmth flows through your veins. Your limbs feel heavy and distant, your eyelids threatening to clamp down forever. There is a brief awareness of your surroundings, like watching a theatre curtain slowly fall. The moment of tension and apprehension slowly melts away as the sedative takes its hold on your body.
He leaned over, brushing your hair out of your sticky teary face and kissing you on the lips, tasting remnants of those salted tears. He never kissed you before. There was a tingling sensation that lingered about on your lips before the world went blank.
“Good night my pretty pet. Until we meet again”.
—————-
A sudden shock jolts through your body and your eyes snap open. Your blurry vision had you panicking and you tried to pull yourself out of what appeared to be a hospital bed. Your balance is off and you end up crashing on the floor, taking the IV pole down with you. A huddle of nurses and doctors gather around you and help you back on the bed, pinning you down as you become frantic, sedating you with more medication.
A week later you were finally discharged from the hospital. Your memory was a little hazy but the haze slowly lifted with time and you began to put all the pieces together.
According to the hospital staff, you were found just outside the hospital door, wrapped in blankets but in an induced coma. It took them a while to wake you up as the medicine used to put you in a coma was not a familiar one.
Regardless, you were alive and well. The first thing you did when you came to your senses was to check if your head was still attached to your neck.
And as the week went on, your anger grew. You cursed that man who threatened to kill you but had no balls to tell you the truth.
Unfortunately, you were also unaware that your man was no more. He put you out of danger only to meet his own demise.
Winter came with a bang with record-breaking snowfall and you were still jobless. Your body recovered quickly and now you were sitting in a local cafe, sipping some hot chocolate while scanning the newspaper for jobs. However, this time of the year retail jobs were the only options. Working retail during the Christmas season? Your mental health couldn’t take it.
The snow was falling and according to the radio booming in the background, a blizzard was approaching. You set aside your empty cup and gather your belongings to escape the blizzard. Your small apartment was only a block away.
You're waddling down the street, snow crunching beneath your boots as you leave behind a trail of compacted footprints. Suddenly a gust of wind blows in your face, picking up the powdered snow around you and blinding you for a few seconds. You rub your eyes to readjust your vision and the wind finally settles down. You blindly take a step forward and slam yourself into a rigid body.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” You apologize without looking at the person you just bumped into. You walk past them but you don't get too far. The hair on the back of your neck stood up and you felt a familiar gaze measuring you. It sent chills down your spine and gave you a sense of Deja vu. You slowly turn around and become acquainted with the man you just bumped into.
He was wearing human clothes and a long winter coat. His pink hair was slightly longer than usual and tied back into a neat ponytail. Your mouth is left ajar as you stand there dumbstruck. He took a small step forward, an all too familiar smirk spanning his face.
“Hello pet, I see you are faring well without me”, he greeted.
How long has it been? A few months now? You would think your anger and grudge had dissolved by now.
You took a giant step towards him, the soles of your boots sinking into the fallen snow. You closed the gap between you two and he was thrilled to see you taking the initiative. But what he didn’t expect was a hard slap across his cheek that left your cold hand throbbing thereafter.
“I suppose I deserve it”, he chuckled while rubbing his red cheek.
“Hell yeah you deserve it! Should have at least filled me in on your brilliant plan, Szayelaporro!” You purposefully enunciated his name slowly as it felt weird calling him by his name instead of ‘sir’. But fuck, he wasn’t your employer anymore. So you will address him as you please. Asshole was more suitable at the moment.
But the sound of his name flowing so effortlessly out of your mouth sent chills down his spine.
“Lord Aizen was quite suspicious of me. So I had to make it convincing enough. Awww I’m sorry my little pet felt betrayed”. He made an attempt to feel remorseful but it didn’t play well on his cocky face.
“Well still, should have made it less painful.” You looked hurt and he knew it well.
“Well if it helps with your grudge, I am technically dead”. An attempt to make you feel better?
“A clone?”
“Of course”.
“Serves you right”, you comment even though your harsh words carry no weight. With your arms crossed over your chest, you look away to avoid his gaze. He wasn’t capable of exhibiting remorse or sympathy but you certainly were becoming a mess before him.
“I was hoping this piece of news would perk you up but you look rather horrid and heartbroken. Don’t tell me you still adore me?”
You grabbed hold of the front of his coat, anger flashing before your eyes and he seriously thought you were about to sucker punch him this time. But instead, you pulled him into a rough kiss.
“Just shut up!” you grit your teeth while your lips are still touching his.
“So bold! Wait till I get my hands on you in hell.”
“I would like to see what you do”, you challenged.