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Oh gracious, I turn a blind eye for just a sexond and the second post fills up! Darlings, sweetpeas, do please forgive my tardiness. I bring you now our third installment of the fantasticousity, and would indeed love to, ah, beg your pardon in being so late about it.

SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
PART THREE

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Familiarity Breeds Contempt [4/5]

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She’s tired, almost. She acknowledges Adachi with a tilt of her head, watches Dojima hurry out the door, already on the phone to Nanako. The door closes behind him.

And suddenly her senses are tingling, adrenaline is rushing through her veins. She closes her eyes and tries to slow her swiftly-beating heart, tries to reassure herself there isn’t a threat, there aren’t any shadows and the TV is barely large enough for her to fit in --

Adachi is perilously close, his breath on her ear. “Well, looks like we’re alone, Souji-chan,” he whispers, and Souji’s mind blanks.

He pulls away and laughs at the look on her face, but there’s an unmistakable leer in his voice. “Whatever could we do,” he wonders, almost tauntingly, and Souji fiercely wishes Dojima had unlocked the handcuffs, wishes Naoto had taught her how to get out of them, wishes she had learnt how to kick like Chie. She’s weaponless, hands behind her back, and she can’t think, can’t breathe.

His mouth is on hers, and her head is forced back as their teeth click together, as she brings her teeth down on his tongue and stomps her heel on the instep of his foot. He breaks away, hissing as she tries to knee him in the groin, but he’s laughing.

“A fighter, hm?” he says, eyes wild, and she suddenly regrets it, because it’s inevitable and she’s made everything just a little worse. This time when he grabs for her she kicks out with her feet, kicks and struggles and does all she can, because it’s - it’s as bad as it will get.

He still manages to manhandle her flat onto the floor, clicks another set of handcuffs around one ankle and attaches it to the table leg. She’s short of breath and calling, calling, help me, please, ishtarkohyrulilithatropos and all her personas run together in her mind, all of them blank and unresponsive. Izanagi, she thinks, desperately. Please.

Adachi tears away her shirt and bites at the skin covering her collarbone, hard enough to draw blood. She closes her eyes and he hits her head, making her neck snap to the side. It brings tears to her eyes, tears she blinks back as she opens them.

“Look at me, Souji-chan,” he murmurs, rocking back on his heels, grinning like he’s won. He hasn’t, she decides, and she takes a deep breath, fortifies herself. She won’t let this break her.

She can’t.

It doesn’t help with the pain as he squeezes her breasts, bites them savagely. It doesn’t help when he pulls away her skirt and panties, doesn’t help with her wince as he pushes into her carelessly. He says, “Fuck yes, you’re such a fucking slut - just like that, you bitch, just like you fucking deserve,” and she bites the inside of her cheek so hard it bleeds.

She dreams of being inside the TV, of having a sword in her hands, shuffling personas like cards. She dreams of her friends beside her, of pride and affection, of destroying their enemies and being strong, strong, strong --

He presses forward to kiss her, blood and sweat and saliva, when he comes. She brings her teeth down hard on his lip but he just grins and spits to the side, pulling out and tucking himself away.

She doesn’t want to know what she looks like now, violated and weak, unable to do anything to save herself.

“Well,” he says, eyes glittering, “not such a bad fuck after all; hey Souji-chan,” he taunts, “wonder what they’d say if I left you here like this?”

She gives him her fiercest glare, which isn’t very intimidating at the moment. She pushes herself up with her shaking arms, pulls her legs together. She pushes down all emotion, because she can’t afford it now, can’t afford not to be strong. “You wouldn’t,” she says, and her voice doesn’t waver.

“Nah,” he says, and suddenly it’s like nothing ever happened, like he’s the same man who endlessly spills secrets about the case, who helps them out when they need more information, “I’m not that cruel.” He grins and bends down to her, flicks her braid and slides two keys into her bound hands.

Then, he turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

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