There's no escape, no mercy no more // closed and in progress

[medico_male]

WHO: Muraki (medico_male) and Minatsuki (rapeable)
WHAT: Bad habits can only be held in check for so long
WHERE: Muraki's clinic
WHEN: January 2, late night
WARNING! Misuse of medical drugs, eventual violence and sexual crimes

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[rapeable]

That bastard. That fucking bastard. That fucking stupid drunken cunt that slammed Minatsuki down and tried to have his way with her. Yeah, stupid shits like that usually end up with their guts pouring out, but it was just a shame that in return the little girl ended up getting a deep-ass gash along her leg as well as her stomach. Her face graced with grime and dirt along with numerous blood splatters that decorated her face like a victim of a mass murder, her small pink dress mildly torn and covered in a chaotic portrait that matched her face.

She staggered her way into the clinic with brown threads hanging over her shoulders like a veil and her small heart-shaped lips quivered with sudden terror and fear. Green-brown eyes gazed along the white chemical-scented environment and with her fists coiled to her chest she made her way to the nearest person she could find. Pink lips parted in awe at said person, (he resembled an angel) and she stuttered with such delicacy. "U-Um...hello, I-I hope I’m not bothering you..."

[medico_male]

He looked up when he heard the door open and Muraki's eyes widened, seemingly in shock at the girl's condition. Reflex kicked in as he stood up, grabbed a pair of gloves, and pulled them on as he stepped from around the counter to get a closer look at her. She looked very scared and nervous about even being here. The likely cause of her injuries was an attack. What else would have given an innocent teenager such wounds?

"You're injured and this is a clinic. There's no bother in coming here when you obviously need medical treatment." He spoke calmly and quickly tossed his head; silver-white strands fell in front of his fake eye. She didn't need to be startled by its unhuman appearance right now. "Follow me to an examination room. Do you mind telling me why someone hurt you like this?"

[rapeable]

Outwardly, nervous and scared was correct. Inwardly however?, she still had the adrenaline rush and suffered from natural delirium that throbbed through her veins like chemical-formed insects. A small sound of regret and hesitation emitted from her throat when she realized her mistake of coming to the wrong place. Pristine white walls were usually mistaken once they enclosed around the young girl, flooding her head with confusion.

When the other individual came towards her, palms tightened against pink earth-painted material until slender knuckles turned pale. The corners of her lips twitched downwards into a soft innocent frown and she turned her head away, embarrassment and humiliation colored her cheeks. "Ah...I’m sorry, I--" Words stopped abruptly as her head jerked up towards him when he spoke a inquiry. "I--no, it’s nothing...I just. I’m sorry...I was at the w-wrong place at the wrong time..."

[medico_male]

Watching this girl's reactions made Muraki's heart pound and almost leap into his throat. If she continued acting like this, he didn't think he could continue keeping his promise. He tugged open a curtain for the nearest exam area and trusted that she'd get on the bed of her own volition.

His smile grew warmer as he continued to see her reactions as the lingering effects of fear and violence. "That's all you have to tell me. I won't ask for any more information about what happened." Muraki would wonder, of course, but she had no obligation to tell him more than she felt comfortable with. "The sooner I get to look at your injuries, the sooner you won't be in pain," he offered.

[rapeable]

The drugs that swum in her veins and brain were quick. It made her succumb to the effects rather quickly thanks to her small frame and the experimental-induced blood that had been there since she was born. Blood boiled, her head throbbed, beads of sweat oozed from a cold forehead and her lungs expanded repeatedly in an unusual but not unique pattern.

"You..." He coughed out, her lips coiled upwards into a deranged sneer, half twitched with bemusement of her current situation. Material glided down her thighs and she lifted a arm lazily to her forehead with shivering words, "You XXX bastard, haha..."

[medico_male]

He raised an eyebrow when the look on her face changed. Muraki seemed a little confused because she'd been completely innocent seconds ago. It didn't matter; he was still bigger and stronger than she was, after all.

"My parents were married. I'm not a bastard." Semantics were just a ploy to distract her as he reached to pin her shoulder down with his free hand. How would she react now?

[rapeable]

The reaction he wanted was one he would not expect: Except on putting on that facede of innocence and all that disgusting virgin bullshit, she just laughed half-craze, however someone seemed to turn the volume down. Her tiers widen with some sort of twisted obscene feature dancing along them.

"Haha! Oh god, you shitbag!" She growled. Even though her words were stronger it was not in comparison to how her body was as limp as a rag doll and continued to provoke. "You’re just another fucking shitbag! C'mon, aren’t you gotta rape me...?"

[medico_male]

The change was almost enough to get Muraki to simply beat her into unconsciousness and leave her somewhere for another physician to deal with, but he'd grown too excited to stop now.

"Don't give me a reason to stuff something in that pretty, but foul mouth. My intentions for you are not for you to know until they're happening." His mind raced. Of course he still intended to violate her, but that would probably come in a way she didn't expect, unless she had more unfortunate experience than he judged.