Chapter 223 - Visions?

Victor's tone and expression, he wore his usual smile on his face. But, even Setsura understood what was going on here.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, Setsura immediately understood. So, Akito went ahead and took on a reckless field job? He's so foolish. What a helpless man, why does he take such reckless actions? Just because he is a police officer, does that give him the excuse to disregard his own life for others?

She turned away and felt Victor place something on her forehead. It was a cold towel. "Setsura-chan, you have a light fever. You should sleep."

….

There is one nightmare, one dream or vision from the future Setsura can remember clearly. She didn't know what it was, but she understood something. For her to recall something so scary, so clearly. 'A trauma.' Something that happened when she was younger. No, something that happened not too long ago. Heavy and disgusting lips brushed against her neck. A man with pale hair hovered over her, pressed their bodies against one another. She wore thick clothes, but even then, it felt disgusting to her.

"Ever since I was younger, I wondered why nothing changed. Why do things remain the same no matter what I do? Even if harm another person, nothing changes. My hands still remain clean."

He increased his grip - as he tried to overpower her. She panicked as she felt his hands grip her throat tighter. An unpleasant noise fill the room. Setsura knew even without looking him how brutal he looked.

That maniac look is most likely in his eyes again — the way he savagely gripped her neck. Setsura simply stopped thinking. Empty her mind out. Don't think about anything, and just submit. There was a sense of desperation, an odd sensation tingling through her body.

He narrowed his eyes, but Setsura couldn't tell what he was thinking. Those eyes and that simple - she couldn't tell anymore. This person is a psycho who drinks blood. Setsura saw it the other night, the cup of red wine. She reached over, and her fingers met with the blood falling from his face. She struggled against him, but he took advantage of it to press their bodies against another even more.

His fingers tangled in her hair, he ran his nails against her scalp before he yanked it. The sudden grip surprised her, and she winced in pain. "Aah," she exclaimed. Setsura knew he tore some of her hair as he jerked her head back. Her breathing became unsteady.

"What a loud voice, when I finally do something to you, will you make that voice?"

Setsura says nothing, despite all those claims. He's never done anything.

"This situation, don't you find it familiar?"

As Setsura struggled, she found her legs still locked with his legs. It was an intimate position for lovers. But, it felt awkward and uncomfortable. He was pressed against her upright body; he was so close.

She glared back at him, eyes hard. Eyes burned with intense hate.

"I'm nothing like you," she grit out, clenching her free fist in the fabric of his bloodied shirt.

"No? Every morning when you wake up your still the same. No matter what I do to you at night, every morning, it's the same. Tell me, why is that?"

Setsura tried to push him away; she moved her hand against his chest. She used his body as leverage to thrust her legs up. For a split moment, she caught him off guard. But, he quickly regained his balance.

He locked her legs around her small ones, knees pressed onto the mattress, weighing her down. It was a battle, and Setsura didn't intend to lose. He may have her locked down; however, she won't let him win this. People have always called her stubborn and bull-headed. It makes sense why they would think so; she really is stubborn. She is the type of person who does not give up, even during hopeless situations.

But, even then, this stubborn girl has one weakness. Her fear of men, this entire time, her body shook and trembled. She hated this feeling, this feeling of somebody suppressing her. The feeling of a man trying to get his way.

He leaned over her and pressed her back on the sheets.

The white sheets now stained with the color red. He was bleeding all over. Setsura didn't know why, but whenever she met this man in her dream. Blood would cover him all over.

Her arms felt like it was going limp. Setsura wanted to tell him to stop, but the moment she opened her mouth. He suddenly shoved his fingers inside her mouth. Her eyes widened, and she gagged. But, he kept pushing it further inside.

"What a beautiful face."

It was a compliment, but she felt disgusted by it. What is he doing? Is he actually going to.. fear and panic. No, he wouldn't. All this man does is provoke her.

Her fingers curled like a cat as she pierced her fingers into his shoulder blades. A grunt escaped her lips.

He groaned due to pain but quickly retaliated. He sank his teeth into her neck and reached over for her neck again. She yelped loudly, "Sto-" his fingers inside her mouth again.

Clearly, he was enjoying this and making her submit, trying to push her boundaries. He did it deliberately. This is a dream; this is not reality. All she had to do is bear with this torture.

Bear with this pain, and it will be all over.

"Does it feel good? I'm sure you understand," his other fingers now coated in her salvia trailed down her stomach. "What do you think I want from you?"

Setsura didn't reply; she didn't want to waste her breath on him. She tried to focus on anything other than their pressed bodies. She didn't want him anywhere near her.

"It seems like we are similar," he smiled down at her. His smile was no longer mocking. But his expression disgusted her nonetheless.

He was a twisted, cruel person. There was a darkness in the recesses of his heart that she couldn't truly fathom. In the dim light of her room, with the shadow of his body craning over hers.

..

Setsura woke up and immediately placed her hand on her head. Something red glinted out of the corner of her eye. Her lungs pumped desperately for air. The red on her finger was screaming at her: Traitor! She shut her eyes, trying to block it out. She had betrayed him. She….she didn't save them, she left them all to die. Once again, she killed them.

She, she felt so weak. It felt like somebody purposely depleted her of all her strength. More importantly, she felt sick, her throat - it felt dry. It felt dry, dry like there was something. She placed her hand to her chest; why was it burning?

The large spiral staircase by the brown curtains, leading to downstairs. Wooden floor, but a beautiful shade of gold. The sofa at the side was velvet blue with creamy white shaped cushions. The wardrobe is large and red, with a small mirror attached inside. Hidden underneath all those boxes were probably there most prized possessions.

A massive map in the center of the room, which could be closed up any tone. A glass table in front of the sofa, creamy white carpets. The bed she laid in was placed in the room's corner, by the vast windows, which was black and had bright red cushions. A desk and medium-sized bookshelf beside the bed. Beside the bed, a small bedside table with a lamp.

It was Akito's room, the one in his study. Setsura didn't know why they moved her here. However, she could guess. That Mizuna girl must be cleaning the main bedroom again. Victor most likely moved her. A wise move, she does not want to cross that woman's path today.

"So you're finally awake, Setsura-chan."

Her headshot in the direction of the voice. Setsura spotted a man with red hair. Setsura sighs when she saw the red-haired man. "How long have I been out for?" she questioned.

"Just 6 hrs. Though it's past midnight now."

Setsura's gaze landed on the clock by the bedside table that read 2 am. As she placed her hand on her forehead. How frustrating, did she just waste another day away?

Rae was dead.

Yet, he visited her every night. He was one of the victims from one of her cases in the future. The first case she worked on with her fiance.

She knew he would have something to say about that. He was not the type to dismiss anything supernatural related. That man, Rae is not a ghost. He was a figment of her imagination, something she could not let go. Why? Deep down, Setsura regretted the outcome of that case. Who would have thought, that regret would stem into this?