Chapter 21
As Yoruichi struggled against Ichigo, his iron grip around her slender throat tightened convulsively. “How does it feel, bitch?” His black and yellow gaze bored into hers, “How does it feel to be at the mercy of someone stronger than you?” Her only response was to claw at his muscled arm while she fought for precious air. “How many other boys did you let him fucking destroy, hmmm? Not that it matters, you treacherous bitch, one was enough.”
Ichigo smirked at her feeble attempts as he pulled her away from the wall and brought her closer to his body. His grip slacked enough for her to drag in a ragged breath, “That’s right…breathe you sick fucking whore,” he whispered into her ear, “Breath and stay alive so that you can feel the pain.” Before she could blink, Ichigo repeatedly slammed her smaller frame into the hard floor. As he knelt next to the groaning woman, his grip on her throat slackened again. “Awww, Yorui-chan…did that hurt?” His expression full of mock concern, he caressed her rapidly bruising neck. “So fuckin sorry bout that…I haven’t really been myself lately,” he said with a smirk.
Blood was oozing out of the dazed woman’s skull, nose, and mouth and Ichigo felt his senses sharpen at the smell of it. He suddenly had the intense urge to drain this bitch dry and that thought served to shock him out of his destructive mind frame. He released her throat as though it burned him and looked down at his hands in horror. “What the hell am I doing? This isn’t me…this isn’t fucking me,” he whispered to himself.
As sanity returned to the crazed young demon’s eyes, he stood and backed quickly away. He looked toward Rukia with something akin to panic in his eyes, “Please…get her out of here before I…” His voice broke and he turned away from Continue reading
