WARNING: PLEASE READ BEFORE STARTING THE CHAPTER!

This chapter may trigger people who have suffered abuse. Most specifically sexual abuse.

PLEASE, before you read this Lock, be aware that if you are sensitive to this sort of thing, this will be in this chapter. I am not going into GREAT detail, but there is enough detail it may end up triggering someone.

So, yeah. I need a drink right now. I'm just sitting here crying right now. So, take some interesting words for the sake of I honestly have nothing else to say right now, guys.

"You can lie to yourself and your minions. You can claim that you haven't a qualm. But you never can run from, nor hide what you've done from the eyes...The very eyes of Notre Dame."

- Quote from The Hunchback of Notre DameDisney movie.

Also, it's in the movie somewhere, but I'm too upset to search exactly where. Then entire time I was writing this, the line:

"Who is a Monster and who is a Man?" was playing through my head.

Well, that and 'Haunted' by Evanescence. Literally, that song just describes so much of this Lock a little too well.

So, uh, yeah...I'm going to try to do things to cheer myself up now. And, um...please review and let me know what you think.

Also, the next several chapters coming up aren't going to be as bad as this. Still some bad stuff here and there, but not as much as right here, okay?

The main reason is because we'll be meeting Kazuo soon! Yay, Kazuo! Save me from my own mind, please, Mr. Asian Tall, Dark, and Handsome!

T_T

Over the course of the next several days, Girl began to see more and more of Nick. Even Jason and Cedric would come by some evenings, carrying lots of heavy boxes or large pieces of furniture. They even brought in a bed that was just a little smaller than Father's, which Girl had never seen before. Every time Nick was over, he would tell her what to do, just like Father would. At first, Girl felt a little hesitant to do as he said. But Father's words would come back to her. She still wasn't quite sure what a 'husband' was, but if Father said a husband was more important than he was...

She couldn't not follow a husband's orders; so she quickly got use to doing as Nick said.

Almost a week after meeting Nick, he showed up once again. She came forward to greet him and Father, a dinner of Nick's favorite, steak and baked parmesan potatoes, with bacon-flavored green beans as well as some butter-milk biscuits already ready. Father had told her this morning that today was going to be a very special day and she needed to make a big meal in celebration. Behind Nick was Jason, Cedric, and two other boys. One of them was a little younger than Nick, the other Cedric was holding. Girl blinked at the sight. This one was very young, smaller than even her.

Without having to be told, she hurried back into the kitchen. She'd already learned that Nick didn't drink beer, so she assumed the other two younger boys wouldn't either. She first grabbed three cans of beer and handed them to the older men, before getting three cans of soda for the other three. Nick and the middle boy took theirs without a word, settling down on the couch beside Father, who had his legs stretched out away from the couch instead of across it. Cedric sat down in the chair he usually did, still holding the third, youngest boy.

When Girl held out the last can of soda to the little one, Cedric smacked it out of her hand. "He's fucking two, you idiot," he shook his head as the can fell to the carpeted floor. "He doesn't need soda. Go get him a fucking glass of water, you dipshit," he growled. "Make sure it has a lid!" he called after her as she quickly turned on her heel to do so. "I'm sure there must still be a sippy cup in their somewhere," he grumbled.

The men all chatted as she served their food. As she served him, she felt Jason's hands run down her back and over her butt. When she served the middle boy, he glared at her in disgust. "Wow, Nick. You really are going to have to fuck some little kid, aren't you?"

Nick reached over and slapped the back of his brother's head. "Shut up, Darvey." He turned to glance sheepishly at her. "Sorry about that."

She tilted her head to the side slightly, staring at him in confusion. "Sorry?" she repeated. "Why?"

"Wow...she really is just some stupid little girl, isn't she?" Darvey snorted. "Well, good luck with tonight then, Nick," Darvey patted his brother's back with a smirk.

Nick's hands clenched into fists, but he didn't say another word. He tried to fight off his anger. He didn't want to be mad and upset for his first time. Especially when a few moments of logical thinking would bubble up to the surface and he'd remember that he was a whole seven and a half years older than she was. He watched her walk away, trying to focus more on the food she'd cooked. And, damn, he had to admit she was a really good cook. A hell of a lot better than his own mother, that was for sure. A small part of him felt pleased by that.

In just a few short hours, he'd get the whole package. He'd get a wife who never talked back, never fought against him. She was a excellent cook, a skilled worker, an accomplished housewife. And, as the extra cherry on top, she was a monster that was designed to be perfect at granting him all the pleasure that came with sexual intercourse. He licked his lips at the thought. He'd gotten a few more kisses from her, a few more fleeting touches, over the last several days. And, he had to admit, when the magic in her, when the raw sexual energy she sent into him started rushing through his blood, it was twelve times better than masturbating in his room at his computer screen. No, twenty times better. Just three kisses from her made him feel like he'd nearly gotten a full-blown orgasm.

After everyone was done eating and the girl was beginning to clean up after the meal, Shannon cleared his throat. "So, today marks a very special occasion." He reached out and clamped a hand onto Nick's shoulder, holding him firmly. "Nick has turned sixteen today and as such, it is time for him to take what has belonged to him since birth." As one, expect for little Cavin who was sleeping in his father's arms, all the men of the Foli family turned to look into the kitchen. The girl's unsuspecting back was facing toward them as she stood on a footstool, washing the dishes from the meal she'd cooked for them all.

"Tonight, we will gain a new Head, as well as a new Mother. With the guidance of the Head and the body of the Mother, we shall once again regain the power our Family held before. With her young age, we should be able to get twice as many children out of her. And with all that money that will roll in, why, Darvey, the Family will easily be able to afford to send you to Harvard for your medical training."

Darvey grinned, pleased. "Great." He turned his head to his brother. "So, that means you have a lot of fucking and a long night ahead of you," he laughed.

Nick rolled his eyes. Seriously, Darvey's just fourteen, right? he wondered in the back of his mind. "Yeah, well that's only if I decide to let you go to Harvard," he reminded his younger brother.

Darvey shot him a hot glare. "Seriously, bro? Think about this. It's going to be my ass that helps you make sure you knock this little bitch up. It's going to be my ass that makes sure she doesn't die during childbirth or anything. So don't even joke about things like that. The better education I receive, the better your life is going to be as the Head."

Jason laughed. "Damn, he's got you there, Nick."

Cedric shook his head. "You've inherited too much of your uncle's personality. What have I done?" he sighed dramatically, shifting Cavin in his arms slightly.

Shannon growled in warning to his family. "That's not the point right now, you imbeciles." He rubbed at a aching spot at the back of his neck, twisting it to the side until the bones cracked and popped. "Ah, that's better," he murmured before turning his gaze down to his oldest nephew. "Alright. We'll be leaving the two of you alone now. I'll spend the night in a hotel." Slowly, he rose to his feet.

Darvey did as well, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Have fun doing the nasty," he snickered.

"Man, you watch too much porn!" Nick threw at his brother.

Darvey made a motion at his crotch, grinning widely. "Oh, you know it!" he smirked.

Cedric shudder, carefully supporting Cavin as he rose up out of his chair. "Oh, God, I did not need to hear that, Darvey. Do you have no freaking filter?" he grumbled.

As Jason passed by Nick on his way out, he slapped the back of the young man's shoulders. "Good luck. I'll be praying you get lucky and it's one and done for this time. Just so you know, succubus are more fertile than normal human women. As long as you make sure never to use protection, there's actually a 40% chance every month, versus the average 20% for a human woman. I'm not quite sure about how it'll go for this one though. She is only roughly a little more than a quarter of a succubus. Maybe she'll just have a 30% chance?"

Nick watched his uncle's face begin to grow thoughtful, a frown pulling down at his brow as the man began to contemplate the complexities of the genetics of the girl who was technically his niece, but the man would die before ever admitting to himself.

For two seconds, the thought, She's my fucking cousin! surfaced in Nick's own mind. But the tiny flame of consciousness was quickly blown out by the Way, which had been drilled into his brain since he was seven. Clearing his throat, he shot his uncle a tight smile. "Um, can you please not talk about that right now? I'm already nervous enough as it is," he muttered.

Jason blinked, looking up at him, since Nick was taller than he was, as if just remembering he was there. "Hmm? Oh, yeah, right. It's your first time. Well, just remember to put your dick in her pussy and you'll be fine."

"Jason!" Shannon snarled. "We are leaving, so get your ass over here!"

Wearing a lecherous smirk as he shot the girl one last predatory glance, Jason licked his lips and tossed his older brother a salute. "Yes, Head."

Shannon's voice made Nick turned his gaze to the front door. "I'll be back tomorrow, around noon. Your father will be calling in your absence to the school in the morning. He'll tell your mother that you weren't feeling too well tonight and it didn't get any better over night." Nick swallowed, nodding his head, as his uncle shut the door behind him. Starting forward, Nick made sure to put all the locks on the door, before slowly turning to face the empty living room.

And then there were two, he thought, unable to help the nerves he was feeling. Leaning back against the closed door, he let out a long breath. Then, nodding his head firmly, he pushed off the door and cleared his throat. "Baby, are you almost done in the kitchen?" he asked.

Her head whipped around to stare at him. She blinked and her eyes took in the empty house. "W-where is Father?" she asked uncertainly. So far, she hadn't been left alone before with anyone besides Father. Her gaze took in the nervous, but determined light in Nick's brown eyes. He brushed some of his dreads over his shoulder as he started into the kitchen.

"Your dad's not here right now. He left to go sleep in another place for tonight," he explained as he slowly stepped closer to her.

She stared at him, frowning. Slowly she nodded her head, leaning a little further into the sink to finish rinsing off the last few dishes that were left before placing them on the drying rack next to the sink. "O-okay."

Very cautiously, Nick moved to stand behind her, placing his hands on her small, thin shoulders. He felt like a giant compared to her, even when she was on the footstool. He felt her grow still at his touch, for just a second, before continuing to move like it was normal for him to touch her. Closing his eyes briefly, he began to speak. "Baby, remember how your father said today's a very important day?"

"Yes," she answered as she released the stoppers from the kitchen sinks to allow the water to drain.

"Today's the day we become husband and wife, sweetie," he continued to explain in a soft voice.

She wiped her hands on a hand towel that she'd set to the side on the kitchen counter before slowly turning in his arms on the footstool to stare up at him. Her black eyes were wide with confusion and uncertainty. "It is?" she asked. He nodded tightly, fighting to smile down at her. "W-what happens then?" she asked.

"Well, first we're going to kiss a lot," he explained, feeling like it would be so much better for him if he told her everything that was going to happen. "Then we're both going to get undressed and go in my room," he continued. "And when we do, we'll keep kissing and touching each other. Eventually, I'm going to spread your legs and make us husband and wife. When I do, though, it's going to hurt," he warned her. "I'm sorry that it will, but it's the only way to make sure we're bound together. After we are, I'm going to give you a very special gift, to make up for it, okay?"

Her eyes were wide and filled with fear. He could tell, it was so obvious on her face that she wanted to scream and run out of his arms. But his uncle hadn't been lying. Her gaze flickered over his shoulder and he knew she was glancing to the deep freeze he'd seen his uncle use as a form of 'time-out' on her, as punishment, instead of smacking her on the butt or taking away what little possessions she had. She swallowed visibly before nodding her head. "O-okay," she repeated in still just as shaky of a voice as before. "W-what is a wife?" she asked.

Lowering his hands to lift her up into his arms, he started toward his bedroom. She didn't protest, though she looked a little startled at his actions. "A wife is what you will be, very soon. I'll be the husband and you'll be the wife. The husband tells the wife what to do, looks out for her, takes care of her, and makes sure she never gets hurt or taken away by bad people who might try to steal her. The husband goes to work and makes money."

"L-like Father?" she asked uncertainly.

Nick nodded. "Yeah, kind of like your father. But there's a key difference. The husband and wife sleep together in the same bed. They stay together forever and ever."

"And I'm the wife!" she nodded in a cheerful voice. She was excited she'd gotten it right. She rarely got things right. Usually she was told she was being stupid, so her pleasure at being right filled her with innocent excitement. "So you're the husband, Nick? So we'll live together forever, right? A-and I'll make you dinner when you come home."

He smiled, leaning his head against hers, breathing in her scent. "Yeah, that's right. You're really good at this," he encouraged her. He grinned as he opened the door to his room and caught sight of her pleased expression. Lowering her to her feet, he turned her to face him. She was smiling up at him and it made his heart clench at the sight. Hands shaking slightly, he ran his hands down from the top of her head, along the sides, until he was cupping her cheeks. "Sweetie, we're going to start the kissing now," he told her.

Her expression darkened a little, but she nodded. She rose up on her tiptoes, trying to meet him as much as she could, since he was so much taller than she was. Instead he dropped down to one knee, making their height difference shrink by about six inches. Now the top of her head reached to where his neck began. Lowering his lips to hers, he let out a gasping breath as he made contact.

Exquisite.

Girl's stomach was filling with butterflies, her nerves making her palms break out into a sweat. She was very nervous and scared about what was going to happen. Nick had said it was going to hurt, had said that becoming husband and wife meant she had to hurt. She wanted to say no. She wanted to run screaming back to her room. But she was afraid of what Nick would do. So, instead, she let her special power fill her up.

Nick's hands lowered to her shoulders, pushing off the sleeves of the pale pink dress Shannon had picked out for her to wear that morning for her 'wedding dress'. Once past her shoulders, which were the only thing holding up the dress, the material pooled at her feet. He lowered one hand to her backside, the other to her waist, lifting her up and out of the dress. He felt her stomach muscles clench next to his hand at her waist, while he felt the material of her white and blue polka dot panties she had on with the hand at her backside.

He moved forward and set her down on the edge of the bed. She sat still on the bed, staring up at him blankly. She had on a small, light blue training bra and for two seconds, his consciousness once more tried to surface. But like his saving grace, his life jacket in the abyss of hell he could feel himself sliding into with every passing second, the Way pulled him out once more. Reaching down, he quickly stripped off his t-shirt and jersey shorts. Standing in nothing but his briefs, he cleared his throat. "Now we're at the touching part," he warned her, before slowly lowering himself over her, pressing her back onto the bed.

Her black eyes were beginning to grow wider and wider in panic and he forced himself to take on a glowering expression. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you, sweetie?" he asked in a dark voice.

Her gaze shot up to his and she slowly shook her head. "N-No, Nick," she whispered.

"I'm going to take off your bra and panties now, baby," he murmured as he lowered his hands to do so. Once she was laid out completely bare before him, he cleared his throat and quickly did the same to his own briefs. He could feel her panicked gaze on his erection, which was growing smaller with her fearful inspection. Trying to push past this awkwardness, he half-propped himself up so that he wasn't crushing her smaller body and lowered his lips back to hers. "Kiss me, sweetie. Kiss me and make me want you," he told her.

Closing her eyes to block out the sight of the part of Nick that had just been revealed to her once half-way innocent eyes, Girl reached up and cupped his face, doing as she was told. With his free hand, he began to very slowly, very lightly, run his fingertips along her skin. Down her neck, over her collarbone, along her chest, to her stomach, only to repeat the process and go back up. She swallowed and focused on the dizzying, buzzing feeling her powers granted her the longer she kissed him.

Gradually, his touch began to grow more determined. His hand rest along her right boob and his finger tips played with the small nub of her nipple there. As he did, an almost scary spark of energy shot through Girl's body, making her cry out in surprise. Nick paused, but only for a second, before continuing his assault on her senses.

The longer they continued to kiss, the more he kept touching her, the more the magic inside her, the energy that kept pouring off of him and cycling through her only to be released once more...

Girl realized that she was going to die.

Surely, this was what was happening. Her tummy felt taunt and achy. Her body felt hot and she couldn't seem to catch her breath right. Between her legs, she could feel a strange liquid, a wetness she'd never felt before. Abruptly, Nick shifted above her, lowering his mouth to her other breast, switching to his other arm to hold himself up. She let out a fearful, panting, startled scream at the feel of his hot tongue and mouth on the suddenly sensitive parts of her body. He moaned in delight, whispering to her nonsense words she couldn't make out as her body twisted underneath him in the want of something.

And, all the while, in the far depths of her soul, in the back of her mind, Girl was screaming.

Girl was sobbing.

She was begging for it all to stop.

It was scary, terrifying. She didn't understand what was happening. Nick was so much bigger than her, he was more than twice her size. Her special power, which had always made her feel weird before, was making her feel things she'd never felt before. She didn't understand...

Nothing made sense. Why did the taste of Nick's skin, his mouth, his tongue, make her tummy clench in ways that made her squirm in impatience? Why did the touch of his hands, the sound of his voice, make her want to sob? Why did she want to hold him close and shove him away, all at once? She'd never felt like this before and it was too much.

It was too intense for her eight-year-old mind to comprehend, to understand. All she wanted to do was cry and beg him to stop. But the power inside her seemed to have a will of it's own. Instead of begging him to stop, she was panting for him to kiss her more.

Girl on the inside sobbed harder at hearing her own voice say things she didn't mean.

Girl on the outside lifted her hands to run through Nick's dreads. She gripped his head tightly and pressed her chest up, giving him better access to what little she had to offer. The sound of his pleased, rumbling growls and groans only served to make Girl on the outside feel even better.

She was high on an energy that was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. The more she begged and moaned, the more Nick gave off the energy. And when she breathed, when she pulled in into her lungs; suddenly, she felt like she had power. Real and true power. She felt like she could throw him off her and across the room, if she wanted. But she didn't want to. The things he was doing, the energy he was feeding her. It was addicting. And if she threw him away, she'd no longer have this food he was providing her.

Internally, Girl wanted to run away. But this new Girl...this Girl who'd never existed before now, was too drunk on the sensations running throughout her entire body.

Struggling to breath, to think even a little past the wild, animalistic urges Nick could feel her magic evoking in him, he sucked in a sharp gasp. "Sweetie, I'm going to come inside you now. It's going to hurt, but it's going to be our marriage."

Girl barely heard him past the very sudden internal argument going on in her mind. Inside Girl was begging Outside Girl to make it stop, to tell him no. No, I don't want to be a wife. I don't want a husband. It's scary, Inside Girl sobbed.

At that moment, an abrupt, piercing pain shot through out her entire body. Her eyes flew open and she let out a scream of pure and uncensored pain. Her whole body clamped up and she shoved at Nick's chest.

"We're married now," Nick continued, not stopping until he'd forced her tight passage to stretch out enough to accept as much of him as he could. She was small, not use to having a man inside her, so he was only able to fit about three-fourths of his penis inside her. But, holy shit did the feel of her around him make him very nearly come right then and there on the spot.

"We're married now," he repeated in a tight voice, fighting to hold back his release. "Me and you, husband and wife. And now, now that we're bound together forever in holy matrimony, I'm going to bestow upon you a name. Listen to me, sweetie. You're name is Melody."

Girl, Melody, the broken thing that was sobbing and screaming beneath the man, could find no way to respond. All she could do was pound her small fists against his broad chest and shake her head over and over, tears slipping down her cheeks. "N-no...no, please. No marriage. I don't want to be married," she pleaded with him.

Nick frowned, panting, shifting to hold himself up better. As he shifted inside her, her body instinctively tightened around him and he let out a low groan, closing his eyes in bliss for two seconds. But, opening them once more, he stared down at her in worry. "L-look, I'm sorry for hurting you. I honestly couldn't help it. I-it's just how marriages work. The first time always hurts."

"M-more?" she whispered in fear, her black eyes filled with all her tears that just wouldn't stop.

Slowly, he nodded. "Y-yes, we'll do this more. Every night," he told her quietly. She let out another choking sob and he felt some of his lust beginning to fade. "I'm sorry, Melody," he apologized softly.

Girl shook her head. "M-Melody?" she asked in confusion.

"It's your name. It's what everyone will call you from now on. It's a symbol of our marriage, Melody. It's a name. You've never had one before, but it's my gift to you. Remember? I told you I was going to give you present," he chuckled nervously.

She shook her head, pressing her hands to his chest, trying to get out from underneath him. "No, I-I don't want it," she told him. "I don't want it. Take it back. I don't want a name. I don't want a husband. I just want to go back to before, with Father," she begged. "P-please, it hurts," she sobbed.

All her movements and shifting under him kept pushing him out and then further back in her awkwardly. He ground his teeth together, trying to fight off the pressure in his body that begged for release. I just need her to calm down, he thought quickly, lowering one hand to her hip to hold her down onto the bed. "Okay, look, Melody. I know you're scared and you don't know what's going on right now. Hell, I know you're really young, but it's okay, alright? I just need you to chill out. Once you calm down, take in a few breaths, and chill out again, we'll be fine. So, please, just stop moving like that...Oh, God!" he shouted as she shifted just a little to her left and down. He was pushed in further, slamming into her womb.

He shouted in relief as she cried out in pain. "I-it...h-h-hurt-ts...!" she sobbed brokenly. "W-why do you...why do you k-k-k-keep hur-rting me?!" she cried, banging her fists against his chest once more. "I-I t-thought the husb-band look-k-ks out for me...N-not h-hurt me..."

Abruptly, staring down at her tear-stained face, the confused and betrayed light in her eyes, and the sheer pain that was radiating off her, Nick felt something in him begin to break. Slowly, like wires pulled taunt and stretched far beyond their limits, they began to snap one by one. Blinking back the after effects of his release, the exhaustion that was trying to pull him down, he shifted to loom over her. He watched her eyes widen in terror and he could only imagine the expression on his face in that one moment. But he didn't care.

"Melody," he murmured very, very softly. "I am looking out for you. I'm helping you right now. I'm protecting you right now. Nothing about this is a bad thing, no matter how much you try to think it is. It's all good, all natural, and all perfect. Melody, we've been destined to be together like this since you were born. Since you were first even thought about, you were made to be one with me, to be my wife. We only had to wait until you were ready. Now that you are, we are going to be doing this ever night. Every time I feel like touching you, every time I want to be inside you."

His voice began to grow rougher, harsher, and darker with rage. "I am your fucking husband now and whenever I tell you to chill out, you will follow my orders. Is that clear?!" he snarled.

She shook her head definitely. "N-no...I s-said I don't want it. T-take it back."

The last few remaining wires snapped all at once. His face turned into a mask of stone as he pulled out of her and stood, reaching down to jerk her to a sitting position on the bed. "Wha-?" she gasped.

"You are mine, Melody. You can fight it all you want. You can deny it all you want. But for the rest of your life, you are going to be lying on your back, legs spread, as I pound into you. Whenever, wherever, however I want to. That's what it means to be married, Melody," he hissed in a low voice.

She shook her head as he threw her naked, sore body over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. "No!" she shouted, clawing at his back, trying to bite at his neck and shoulder.

He reached out and grabbed hold of her arm, jerking at it, hard. Girl screamed at the pain, feeling like her arm wasn't in place right anymore. "What the fuck did I just say, Melody? Don't make me hurt you, just because your stupid little brain can't understand what I'm telling you. Now, you little bitch, chill the fuck out. Don't you ever dare try to hurt me like that again!" he snarled.

She shook her head, doing the same thing, fighting against him. "No, no, no!" she shouted.

Reaching the deep freezer, Nick stopped. He pulled her off him, swinging her around so that she could face the deep freezer, her one true fear. Inside his heart, a darkness was spreading in Nick's heart. A madness. Spiteful glee filled him upon seeing how quickly her cries stopped upon being shown the innocent, white appliance. "So, dear wife of mine, it's time once more for you to learn a lesson. Until you can chill out and learn to listen to your husband, I will keep putting you inside this."

Without another word, he lifted up the lid and threw her in. She screamed, but he merely smiled as he slammed the lid down over her. He climbed up and sat down on top of the lid. From beneath him, he could hear her soft sobs and cries, her little whimpers. He laid out on top of the lid so that his back was across it, turning his head to have one ear against the lid. "Melody, baby, when you get out of there, I'm going to come in you again. The more often we do it, the more your body will get use to having me and it won't hurt you anymore," he promised, whispering to the freezer.

He could just barely hear the muffled sounds of her shivering sobs. "P-please...l-let me out, N-Nick," she begged him softly.

He smiled. "No, Melody. I'm not letting you out."

"I-it's c-cold," she begged in what must have been a shout to her inside the freezer. To him it sounded like a whisper.

He grinned. "I know, Melody. Will you chill out? Will you calm down so that you can enjoy it? I know you'll enjoy it, if you just let yourself. You weren't begging me to stop until it was too late. You were begging me to keep it up, to keep touching you."

She let out a soft whimper and he sighed. Rising up, he got off the lid and opened it, pulling her out with the arm he hadn't pulled out of socket. She stared up at him with scared, but angry black eyes. "You know, my love, this isn't a very good start to a healthy marriage. And you want to know something else?" he whispered as he leaned down and slowly, softly began to kiss her.

She remained stiff, cold, shaking in his embrace. She didn't kiss him back, not at first. But after three minutes of coaxing, of running the fingertips of one hand along her body, her lips slowly began to soften against his. A wave of triumph slammed into him as he pushed open her mouth and slipped his tongue inside with hers. Her kiss was a bizarre mixture of awkwardly uncertain, very experienced, and woefully unwilling.

"Deep down, all you are is a dirty slut and it's all you'll ever be, Melody. You're my dirty slut and I'm going to take full advantage of you." Saying so, he lifted her on top of the freezer lid, laying her out and sliding inside her dry opening with barely any pause in his movements. She screamed in pain and he swallowed her cries with his mouth.

Feeling confident that he could use her succubus nature against her, he teased and tempted her body, until she was quickly growing wet for him once more. "No matter how much you hate it inside your heart, in your soul, this is what you are. You're Melody, the wife of Nick. You're mine forever. Even when you die, you'll always belong to me, Melody. Tomorrow, I'm going to put a mark on your body, on my body. Tomorrow, I'll brand ever-lasting proof into you that you'll never be able to get rid of."

Each sentence was a long, slow thrust. He pinned her hands above her head, grinning wickedly down at her tear-stained, frost-crusted eyelashes that were closed tightly. Shifting, he moved to the right slightly, making her body squirm beneath him. "You're a monster, Melody. You're a monster, with a little Girl sleeping inside you. You can try to fight it, but I'm always going to call out the monster in you."

Girl shook her head weakly, her lips squeezed closed in an attempt to stop the cries of confusing pleasure and want that Melody was making. But, despite Girl's efforts, she let a few slip, panting in want as her body squirmed beneath him, trying to time it's movements to match his.

He laughed outright, brown eyes alight with a lust-fueled madness. "Oh, yes, sweetie. Don't worry, it's going to be coming. I'm going to give you what you want," he promised. "But there's one thing you have to do for me before I will." He stopped, halting the movements of his thrusts. She shifted, trying to make him continue, but he used his free hand to press down firmly at her stomach. "No, not until you do what I say, love," he murmured. Lowering his head down closer to hers, he smiled softly. "What's your name?"

Tears began to fill her eyes as she stared up at him in sorrow. "P-please, Nick," she begged.

He smirked. "I like it when you say my name, love. But that's not what I asked you. What's your name?"

She swallowed. "P-please..."

"What's your name?" he repeated in a harsh voice, pressing down his hand so that it caused her injured arm pain.

She cried out in reaction to his rough treatment. "M-Melody!" she screamed, giving him what he wanted, if only so that he wouldn't hurt her anymore.

His hold instantly stopped hurting, returning to just being restricting. "Wonderful, Melody, wonderful. Now, who's your husband?"

She hiccuped, staring up at him brokenly. "N-Nick," she answered softly.

"Oh, yes, I am. And you belong only to me, baby. No one else it going to be allowed to touch you. I'll protect you, keep you safe. I'm the Head of the Family now, which means they have to follow my orders. You did this, Melody. You made me the Head. You gave me all this power, all this need." She swallowed, not knowing how to respond as she stared up at him. "I'm going to give you what you wanted now, baby. I'm going to keep my promise. I'll always keep my promises to you, Melody." He ran his hand over her chest, her belly, until he pressed one finger to play with her clitoris, making her gasp for breath as he began to move inside her once more.

"Yes, oh, baby, yes. Give me those sounds, Melody. Oh, fuck, you're better than any fucking porn. How are you so good? How are you so tight?" He threw back his head, making the freezer shake with the force of his thrusts.

Melody, Girl still inside her heart, was beginning to hurt now. He was so big, too big. It hurt, it felt like she was tearing apart with his body in hers. She let out a little whimper as more of Girl surfaced than Melody in that one painful moment, before feeling the hot, burning rush of his release. She flinched at the pain, jerking away, as much as she could with his body still pinning her lower half down.

He let out a shaky breath a minute later, brown eyes staring down at her in smoldering need. "H-how?" he asked aloud, not really expecting an answer. "God, you're a fucking little girl and I can't stop myself. I can't stop myself," he repeated quietly. "Melody, you have to make me stop, love," he begged in a whisper.

She had no words to say to him. Her pain, her anger, and her confusion were beyond any words. She was angry and confused, hurt by him. But just as much as she was by him, she was at herself. Why was she acting like she was? Why was she encouraging him? What was wrong with her?

He climbed off her and down from the freezer, lifting her limp body into his arms. "Let's go back into the bedroom. It'll hurt you a little less to have something soft underneath you, love," he murmured.

Five minutes later, he was inside her once more. Girl felt her mind beginning to break. She couldn't handle this any longer. She couldn't keep doing this. It was too much.

He groaned and panted above her, while her body ground against him...She was feeding off of his need, his lust. She feed off it, empowering herself, only to force his body past it's limits once more and make him hard and ready all over again. By the fifth time, he was almost sobbing, though it was the result of a mixture of mindless pleasure and cutting exhaustion. In his heart, what little remained, Nick knew she was unconsciously punishing him. She was punishing him with the only thing she knew how to. She was using the only power she had over him to get across how she felt about everything he'd done to her.

And even though what remained of his black, small heart sobbed at the knowledge, the rest of him rejoiced. He'd won. He'd slain the monster and taken her to his bed. He'd show how much of a man he was and proven that he was the one with the most control. She'd was just as frenzied in her passion as he was. His sense of gloating victory goaded him on to keep up with each of her electrifying sparks of lust that kept him going back to back with each orgasm.

But by the sixth, he'd reach the limits of his body, even with her sex magic thrumming through his veins. Collapsing on top of her, he barely had the energy to move enough to make sure he wasn't crushing her. His arms wrapped tightly around her, locking her in place, caging her into his embrace. He pressed his face against her head, breathing in the scent of their bodies mingled together. If he had just a little more energy, the scent of them alone could...

Closing his eyes wearily, he shook his head. No, if I keep going, I'm going to die of a heart attack. Swallowing, he slowly opened his eyes, staring down at her face. He forced her to turn her head up slightly so that he could look at her fully. Her black eyes were blank, as if her mind had left. He frowned, but honestly felt too tired to try and press much of anything right now.

Instead, he moved his hand to caress her breast that he could reach in their slightly awkward position. "I've decided what tattoo we're going to get," he yawned. She made no response but he could feel and hear her shallow, almost panicky breaths. "It's going to be a lock, in the shape of a heart, with a key, Melody. You're the locked heart, but I'm the key that can open you up when ever I feel like it. We'll be together forever, Melody...Just like this," he yawned once more, closing his eyes as felt his body giving in to it's exhaustion. He snuggled her small body against his, cradling her close. Lazily, his hand continued to caress her.

"I'm so glad I was lucky enough to be born the next Head, Melody. I would have never got to be with you like this. I would have never got to make you mine. Me and you, together forever. Just like our matching tattoos. The ink will stain your skin, your soul, so that you'll never be able to forget about me, love. Thank you for being my wife, Melody. Thank you for agreeing to marry me, Melody," he whispered as his consciousness finally drifted off into sleep.

Lying awake, bruised, broken, and soul-dead, Girl stared up at the ceiling fan above the bed. It was spinning, over and over again, like normal. Like nothing out of the ordinary had happened today.

In the silence of the room, with only Nick's deep, even breathing to break the quiet, she let out a soft breath. With one breath, there was another, and another. In a minute, she was opening sobbing, hot tears rushing down her cheeks one by one until it was nothing but a giant, wet mess.

"Melody, the dirty little slut," she whispered. Before, she had no idea what the words meant. But now, lying in the sticky, achy, stinking remains of what was left from her marriage, Girl knew, in the back of her mind. "Melody, the wife of Nick. Melody, the monster."

With each word, Girl was locked away. With each word, Melody was brought into more of a solid form. With the last, with the word monster, Melody's existence was complete. Locked inside a small box in her heart, Girl went to sleep. Girl wasn't strong enough to keep surviving anymore. But Melody was. Melody could be all the things Nick wanted. She'd become them all, that way he wouldn't hurt her anymore, won't be angry anymore.

Closing her eyes, she forced herself to stop crying. Monsters don't cry, Melody told herself. Monsters aren't human. They can't cry.