(MA 16+ story) Ebony was a normal girl, living a completely normal life, in what she thought was a normal world. She always pushed the borders of the rules her parents put down for her to follow, always wanting a life with more adventure, more adrenaline... Until one night she pushed it too far. Life aint' all rainbows and butterflies when everything you cared for is taken from you, when everything you know is thrown out the window! Will she escape her kidnappers? Or will she die trying?


11. Interference

Author's note: Thanks to Syrine' for the idea for this chapter! :D

AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaand- sorry for the wait! I had some issues in life that needed to be taken care of. So, please enjoy the chapter!


My eyes fluttered open, the sunlight lighting up the back of my eyelids once again. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, finding -- for the second time -- that Masa had disappeared. I stretched a hand out and gently touched the place beside me; the sheets were still warm, telling me that Masa had only gotten up and out of bed a mere few moments ago.

I lifted my arms to stretch, though winced as my ribs creaked their displeasure. I tentatively exposed the area, to find a large bruise, coloured purple, blue, and green. I winced once more, tears welling in my eyes as I recalled the night before. The hate and fear I had directed towards Angus only grew.


I swallowed, slowly pulling my arms behind me. I attempted to sit up, though I immediately felt breathless with the effort it took. Eventually, I couldn't take it any longer, crying out in both pain and frustration as I fell back, barely able to support myself with one arm.


Masa entered the room in a heartbeat.

"Ebony? What are you doing? Lie back down."

I sighed, and although unhappy with it, I let him help me down onto the bed again. "Masa, I'm fine-"

He gave me a look, and I shut up. With that, he continued to tuck me in, and place two pillows under my head to prop me up, as if I were a sick patient. "Let me see it." He ordered, though his voice was gentle.

I rolled my eyes, though tentatively lifted the shirt to reveal my bruise.

Masa's gasp was enough to tell me how bad it truly was. "You're fine my ass!" he hissed. His eyes met mine, filled with burning anger and another emotion I couldn't quite place. My eyes filled with tears, and Masa's anger quickly dissipated at the sight, worry quickly replacing it.

"I'm sorry, Masa. It's all my fault." I sniffed.

Masa scowled at me, before lifting the bed sheets and climbing in beside me. Me put a gentle arm over my shoulders, and I turned my head into his chest, beginning to cry. My chest hurt with every sob, but that pain only increased my tears, until my eyes were dry and I could tolerate the pain no longer. I attempted to steady my breathing before I looked up at Masa again.



He said my name as if I were completely broken, a lost cause. I lifted a hand to rub my red and swollen eyes. My face was bright red from the tears, and the pain from the throbbing wound on my chest. Even if the pain was mostly from the bruise, the way Masa said my name made my heart ache a little bit, too.

The one person who'd been my rock had given up on me.

"It's going to hurt so much to see you go."

My mouth fell open. "You think I'm going to die?!"


To my horror, Masa began laughing. Laughing. What, my death was that funny to him? Was there some kind of joke in it? Because I didn't get it. I wasn't amused in the slightest.

I punched him in the shoulder as my eyes narrowed in anger. "What the hell is so funny?!" I hissed, baring my teeth in an animalistic manner. Masa took one look at me and laughed harder.

"I- can't- pfffft!"

"If you don't stop laughing, I'm getting out of bed."


With those words, I rolled over onto my side, using my arms to drag myself to the edge of the bed. Before I could reach it, Masa grabbed me and placed me down in exactly the same way I had been sitting before. He was completely sober now; now trace of laughter was obvious anywhere on his face, or in his eyes. His stomach was still heaving, though.

"Ebony, you're an idiot."

I scowled at him, but before I could speak, he continued.

"I called your boyfriend to come and pick you up. I told him to take you to the hospital as soon as you got in the car."


For a moment, I allowed myself to feel excited. Then I remembered how I had ended up here in the first place. "Ex-boyfriend." I corrected, my scowl deepening. "You shouldn't have called him. I don't want to see his face again. Call him up again and cancel."

"I can't." Masa told me, looking slightly surprised.

I huffed. "Why?"

"I gave him the house's address."


Masa sighed, giving me a look. "I can't watch another person I care for suffer and die at someone who doesn't deserve to be alive."

A memory nagged at my brain. There was a name at the tip of my tongue, and a thought screwing with everything in the back of my mind in it's struggle to break free. Even so, I couldn't place my finger on it, and ended up saying nothing. This left us in silence, though it wasn't awkward. Eventually, though, the memory -- and the name that went with it -- broke through my thick skull.


"Don't go, don't leave me!"

"Don't leave me! Don't die! Sarah, I love you!"

I gasped, and the name flew from my lips. "Sarah!"

Masa's head snapped towards me. His eyes widened in alarm. "What?"

"The other girl! Her name was Sarah, right?"

"How did you-" He stopped, before removing his arm from my shoulders and sitting up in the bed, his back facing me.

"Masa?" I murmur quietly, reaching up to gently place my fingers in the space between his shoulder blades.

Masa immediately tensed and got off the bed, away from my touch. His voice was cold and distant as he spoke. "I'll get Leon and Hiro to look after you for the day. Don't expect me back any time soon."

And then he left the room.

My heart broke, though it's not the quick-burning hell you feel when you break up with your significant other. Oh, no. Instead, it's the slow burn that tortures you, slowly poisoning you. The feeling you get when you lose your closest friend.

I sobbed and used the pillow I lay on to quiet them and catch my tears.


It was about half an hour later when Hiro and Leon showed up. Hiro walked in first, and was by my side in an instant, taking my hand as he kneeled next to the bed. Leon looked horrified at my sickly appearance, obviously thinking it was because of my injury. No; it was because I'd cried three times in the past thirty minutes.

Hiro quickly raised my shirt, and I hissed as his cold fingers traced over the bruise. "Is this what... What Angus did to you?" He asked, meeting my eyes.

I winced at the mention of the name, before nodding my head. I didn't have it in me to speak, and even if I did, I wouldn't have spoken anyway.

"Ebony." Murmured Leon. I turned to look to my other side, where Leon was leaning over the bed. The mattress sunk as he sat down, and leaned against the head board, looking me over with worry. Instinctively, I leaned into him. He had hugged me once before, and I naturally felt comfortable against him because of it. The blonde-haired devil was just too adorable to resist.

Damn him.

The bed dipped on my other side as Hiro also sat next to me. Instead of sitting on top of the blanket like Leon did, he pulled himself underneath it. His hands were hidden from Leon's eyes. Even without seeing them, I knew exactly where one of them was.


A felt cold fingers trail up the inside of my thigh, and shuddered. But not the bad kind of shuddering; definitely the good kind. I gave Hiro a look, wondering if he knew what he was doing. He only glanced at me once out of the corner of his eye, but the corners of his mouth twitched up into a barely-noticeable smile. I narrowed my eyes, though looked away. He knew exactly what he was doing.

The muscles in my lower body clenched as his cool fingers reached my core. I shot him a glare, and stifled a moan that threatened to leave my lips. Instead it came out as a quiet huff of breath.

I looked up at Leon, who was watching me with interest. I met his curious gaze with ease. "Could you get me a class of water, please?" I asked. My voice sounded strained, even to my own ears. Leon's eyes crinkled with worry, and he quickly detached himself from me and left the room to get what I had asked.


As the door closed behind Leon, Hiro let out a soft chuckle. "He's so worried about you. You sounded strangled." His gaze lingered on my face. I gasped as he pressed two fingers against my core, and flushed furiously as he smiled devilishly at me. "Of course, I know why."

I squirmed against his fingers, unable to completely move away from him, though it only made a wetness begin to pool. I let out a low groan as he ran his fingers teasingly over my entrance. "Hiro, I'm injured." My voice was little more than a whimper, a plea for things to either go further or stop altogether.


My plea was soon answered, though whether it was the answer I wanted I'm not completely sure of.

I gasped as he dipped one long, slender finger into me, only to groan as he began to swirl it around. Soon, another two fingers joined it as Hiro continued his torture. My hands clutched tightly at the bed sheets; my back arched slightly, and I was too caught up in the pleasure to notice the twinge of pain that accompanied the movement.


Hiro stopped his movements as footsteps began to echo down the hall, making me whimper quietly. Hiro put the finger of his free hand to his lips to quiet me; I obeyed.

Moments later, Leon entered the room with the glass of water I barely remembered asking for.

Leon came and sat next to me on the bed once more, and handed me the glass. My hands clutched at it as I slowly brought it to my lips, still very much aware of the fingers that hadn't left my core. I murmured a quiet thank you, and as Leon turned to put the glass on a small table that sat across the room, my gaze quickly flicked to Hiro. In the blink of an eye he pulled his fingers out of me, and brought them to his lips, licking them clean. Hiro grinned at me as I shuddered and clenched my thighs together.


Just as Leon sat down next to me, there was a soft knock at the door. "Come in." Leon called, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

I raised my eyebrows as Masa entered the room, though scowled as Daniel entered the room behind him. His hard gaze softened and he stepped towards the bed.


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