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WHO: Nicholas and Lust
WHAT: Nicholas breaking into a million pieces
WHEN: Wednesday
WHERE: Nicholas' apartment
WARNINGS: Violence and language

Nicholas couldn't really concentrate on anything any more. Sia was on his mind all the time. He didn't go into work any more, preferring to let his managers run the place. He never saw Hannah any more. He hardly spoke to Patrick at all. He texted Sia almost constantly and when his texts went ignored, he broke things.

He no longer hand any glass ware.

It had been two days since he slept. He was too agitated. Even sleeping with other people hadn't helped. He had taken to pacing his apartment until he was too exhausted to move.

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He didn't know where the anger came from, nor did he care. He felt fit to burst and she was teasing him.

He slammed his fist into the door, inches from her head and he leaned in, his size menacing, or it would have been were she not capable of taking him out with her pinky finger. He was unaware of that fact. "You are driving me insane. I fucking told you that and you ignored me!"

Lust jumped when he slammed his fist into the door but she wasn't scared. She was quite turned on. However, she wanted to roleplay. Let's see.. nice girl who gets raped by the big hulking anger management issues idiot who couldn't handle a mix of Wrath and Lust in his system because he was never denying his urges as much as shoving them down.. yes, that sounded fun. At least a year's worth of therapy fun. Maybe even alcohol and drugs addiction fun. Poor poor Nicky.. didn't anyone ever teach him that locking a beast in a cage didn't mean it was no longer a beast? And oh look. She just so happened to have a key.

She frowned, "I didn't mean to, Nicky.. I'm sorry." she lowered her gaze, "I've been busy, that's all.."

She quickly shook her head, "But you seem like you've been drinking or something, you're acting crazy. I should come back another time."

Nicholas scowled at her. "I haven't been drinking, I have been waiting. For you!" He grabbed is wrists and pinned her to the door, the touch igniting his desire more.

"You are not going anywhere," he hissed at her, and then he leaned in to kiss her.

Lust was almost surprised when he was so aggressive. Where was this Nicholas before? Such a shame, such a waste.. she was so amused, she almost wanted to beat the crap out of him and fuck his brains out till he was a puddle on the floor. But that would only bring temporary satisfaction. Breaking him as a person.. well, that was priceless.

When he leaned in to kiss her, she only turned her head to the side as if she didn't want to kiss him, a defiant but pouty look on her face.

She was refusing him and he would not take it.

He pulled her up off the door and tossed her to the ground, advancing on her. "How fucking dare you! You make me feel this way and you turn your fucking head?"

Lust oof'd! as she landed on the floor and looked up at him, "How is that my fault? Hasn't a girl ever rejected you before? Maybe I just don't want you." her green eyes narrowed into slits, "And there is nothing you can do about it." this guy was not a subscriber to the philosophy of 'no means no' apparently..

Nicholas had never forced himself on someone before. The very idea was usually repellent to him, but now there was a fire in him that he didn't understand. He didn't think he could quench it any other way.

Besides, this was her fault. She had bewitched him.

"You made me want you and then you tortured me!" he bellowed at her. "I am not a fucking toy, Sia!" He grabbed her arm roughly again, seeking to pull her into his bedroom.

Lust made a sound of pain though it barely hurt, "Do you know how many men want me? I don't make them do that. I didn't make you!" lies, lies, lies. "I'm not one either.. let me go!" she shouted and stumbled as he pulled her along, trying to wrench her arm out of his grasp.

"No, no you're no toy. You're a fucking vicious bitch is what you are," he screamed at her. She struggled to get away, so he recoiled and punched her in the face before resuming his progress to the bedroom.

Lust used her free hand to wiggle her chin back and forth. Son of a bitch that hurt. But it'd be worth it. She showed a little less resistance as he dragged her just because she was curious what he'd do next. She wondered what else she could get him to do. She wanted to see if she could make him suicidal. That would cheer her up.

Nicholas tossed her into his room and he slammed the door behind advancing on her.

"Take off your clothes," he demanded. "Right now."

Lust gave him a shocked look, "Are you crazy!?" she turned her body away from him, one arm across her chest defensively.

"I am, and it's your fucking fault!" he bellowed, striking her again. "Take your fucking clothes off or I will do it for you."

Lust was two seconds away from jamming her hand down his throat and dragging out whatever organ it first wrapped around but she took the strike in stride. Man, this shit better not leave too much of a mark. She hated being disfigured in any way. Oh but she cried out in pain, tears even came to her eyes. This wasn't her first faux rape rodeo.

She didn't say anything, kept not looking at him and vigorously shook her head. This would be fun.

"God damn it," he growled and then he knelt down near her so he could try to rip her clothes off. At least enough so that he could fuck her.

Lust smirked when he knelt down and then frowned, her voice panicked, sounding like the screams and pleas of so many of her past victims. Well, they had to be good for something, ya know? "Nicky, please don't do this! DON'T!"

Nicholas ignored her pleas. To him, they were just words of teasing, goading him on. How dare she entice him and then refuse him? He wasn't going to take it. He was burning up.

He rushed forward and grabbed her, tearing at her shirt. He could leave her skirt on if she was going to be uncooperative, but the shirt had to go.

Lust pouted in her mind, she liked that shirt.. mother of pearl buttons, she'd gotten it from her last trip to California. But she played the part, she screamed in terror when Nicholas grabbed her, struggling against him, trying to shove him away, even managing to muster up some tears.

Nicholas wasn't having it. He didn't care how much she struggled, she was here now and he was having her. He grabbed her hair and twisted his hand in it so he could pull her to the ground and climb on top of her. "Hold still," he growled at her.

"Yeowtch!" and that wasn't faking it. Lust frowned, hair pulling was well and good but there was an art form to it even in savagery. She had to control herself and not punch Nicholas in the throat. After all, she could see the big picture. Hold still, really? She never knew why rapists bothered saying things like that. Did they feel their victims would suddenly see the light? Ohhhhh... hold still... see, I didn't understand that's what you wanted, please, do carry on with your violation. Idiots.

She couldn't just leave him unscathed, she had to give him a souvenir of his true nature. Her screams and tears would haunt his ears, and she was sure that when he closed his eyes he'd see her pitiful face twisted in agony caused by him.. but it wasn't enough. She wanted him to not be able to escape it even when his eyes were open..

As he climbed on top of her, Lust lashed out with her claw like nails. Her nails could ignite that burn of pleasure but right now they were weapons and she didn't hold back. One hand slashed at his chest, deep enough to draw blood and her other went for his face/neck. Let everyone see your true nature, and when faced with a mirror, let you never escape your real self.

Nicholas grunted and then cried out in pain, but it didn't stop him. He didn't let the pain discourage him. He shoved her skirt up and despite her struggles, he was stronger (at least he thought so and Lust was playing it well). He pressed himself inside her and his moan of pleasure was quite close to a howl. He had been wanting her and waiting for her and burning for her for so long and now here she was. She was his.

Lust could be overpowered by Nicholas even if she put up a fight but it just wouldn't be anywhere near this easy. But it was all part of the fun. She let out a strangled scream but quietly smiled when she felt him enter her and wanted to laugh at his cry of relief. Silly boy.. the best part about it was that sex with Lust was amazing every time. Faux violation or not and no matter how much he might hate himself for it later, he'd always remember that he enjoyed it.

Lust stayed pressed close to Nicholas as he did the deed, sniffling in his ear, small sobs that would break mortal's hearts coming from her. Perfect replicas of one's she'd heard before so knew were effective. She may be a Sin but she never felt bad about what she did.. just like with Nicholas. He could pretend to be the nice guy all he liked but he really wasn't. If this beast wasn't in him all along then there was no way this would have happened. Lust did not create, she simply unleashed what was already there.

Nicholas groaned and grunted and when he finished, he rolled off of her, sparks and stars dancing in front of his eyes. It was the best sex he had ever had and he felt satisfied and happy. He flung an arm up over his head and sighed with relief.

"You can let yourself out," he said, for some reason not even worrying that she would report him. He probably should have. It would hit him later, as would the weight of what he had done. For now, he was warm in the afterglow of getting what he had been yearning after far too long.

As soon as Nicholas rolled off her, the tears instantly stopped. Lust sat up and fixed her hair, the performance was over, what did she care. Nicholas was so far gone in ecstasy she could have done the dance of the seven veils naked and he wouldn't have noticed. She grabbed her torn shirt and ran it up the insides of her legs, wiping his seed off her skin and then tossing the ruined piece of clothing over her shoulder onto the floor as she sauntered out.

She wished she could be there to see when Nicky dear crashed from his high.. but you know, a job well done was it's own reward.

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I just woke up so I can't think of what she's wearing, go ahead and make something up XD

Haha fair enough :D

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Scars can totally fade if you want if he gets any, don't wanna godmod disfiguration for life >_>

I don't mind! :D

You're so cruel to him XD

I am a bad character mother >:D

lol you're the best mom ever, "Here, have scars and go rape a girl and be everything you hate =D"