Leo's POV: A Narrative Fiction

“I don’t know” Phoenix smiled back “I was hoping maybe you’d stay up here with me while I go through some of it so I’m not by myself in case something goes wrong”

“What are you doing here,” I asked softly. As she proceeded to answer, Brandy cuts around the corner and said,

He watched her carefully as she began mixing the paints on her pallet, creating the required shades to complete the skin tones of her half finished portrait. Feeling his eye boring into her, her face began to redden until she carelessly dropped her brush on the ground. Abruptly she asked “can I help you?” Noticing his wrinkled face and piercing blue eyes.

“I don't know anything about where I’m at, who you are, where you’re taking me, where my family is, or if they’re okay,” I said shyly.

Roxas smiled back and nodded. “Yeah. Time sure flies; summer has come and gone. Hey, at least we had a good time, while it lasted. The holiday coupons you guys won helped us covered a bit of the

Her heart sank, but she raised her head, resigned to face the unbelievable. “It started with this painting . . .

“Those people are talking about us” I whispered to him. My arm rested around his neck as our bodies rocked the music. He turned and sneered at them.

“Ok,” I answered back. It took a while for them to ask me another question. But they took their time at it.

'wait... what?' She looked down at her arms and then at the door. The door was sealed firmly shut but she was not tied down heavily at all and a couple of firm wriggles after she was free of the table and with a drugged cry her body hit the cold floor. Surrounding her were the instruments that they had been using to poke and prod at her, some still covered in her own blood and of course that large syringe lying where it had been dropped.

“Yes,” she smiled, “Though he asks not to be disturbed for the rest of the night. He is agitated and wants to focus on papers.”

I was broken. I had nothing left inside of me, my life was slowly disappearing and I couldn’t stop it. As I lied on the cold wooden floor of my room the pain from where he had hit me was erupting inside of me. Every part of my body ached in agony, I struggled to suck in air. As my eyes flooded with tears and I looked at myself in the mirror I was horrified at the person looking back at me. Blood was running off my face and onto my nightdress. Deep purple welts had already started to form across my fragile body from the forceful impact of his rough fists that consistently made contact with my small figure. But living day and night in this torture couldn’t hurt me anymore than it already has, but what does is that it was him that did this to

"Goddamn, Kurapika," Leorio hissed, tearing away from his lips to attack his neck. A jolt of pleasure ran down Kurapika's spine, followed by a small, whimpery sound he would have been ashamed of if he hadn't been so distracted. Leorio began suckling and nibbling, exploring the skin there with his lips and teeth and tongue, and it was good, so damn good all Kurapika could do was cling to Leorio's shoulders for dear life, making little rocking motions were slowly driving them both insane.

“Oh, I hope we didn’t bother you, it looks like you 're in the middle of cleaning up.”

“Hi.” She said back. I kicked some dust, bored. “Did you clean your necklace like I told you too?” She said. I sighed.

“I don’t talk much it leaves me a lot of time to observe” he replied.