Anna turned a corner as she ran. Her short hair was covering her right eye as she came to a sudden stop. "...I think I lost him." she whispered breathing softly, her back pressed to the wall slightly just in case he came running around the corner. 'I shouldn't of run away from Cyrus, be ugh..!' she thought sighing as her breathing slowed down. 'I spilled stuff all over him.'

Brushing himself off, Cyrus walked slowly down the hallway. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was coming off.
"Ugh... Man... I hope this will come out."
Looking down the hallway to where Anna ran, he began to look around. He hoped she didn't run off too far. He also hoped she wasn't freaking out about it.
"You didn't have to run, you know!"

Anna flinched and looked from around the corner at him. "Are you mad at me?" she asked from behind him, holding the corner slightly with her right hand. "I didn't mean to." she said looking up at him with dark eyes.

Cyrus smiled without turning around.
"I may have to punish you for that, though?"
Swiftly, Cyrus grabbed her left hand and pulled himself up to her. His face was now against hers.
"Or would you like to make an appeal?"

Anna blinked and then closed her eyes for a second. "...Don't talk so freely to your friends about 'punishing.'" she said opening her eyes blushing. "S-Seriously."

Smiling, and rubbing against her, he whispered to her.
"I guess we'll just have to take care of this another time.."
Backing up, Cyrus moved his hand from her wrist, to hold onto her hand and began wiping his shirt again.
"Probably some place less public?"

Anna glanced at his shirt, then her hand. She did owe him. "Fine.." she whispered blushing still, as she stepped back from him. "We need to get to class...you go on ahead."

Smiling, he let go of her hand and walked down the hallway. He entered  the restroom off to his right side and began cleaning his shirt at the sink. His mind was wrought with ideas on what to do with Anna when she came around. Looking in the mirror, he noticed the stain was mostly gone. Not that it would matter, anyways.

Anna watched as he walked off, pretending to be going threw her notebook until he dissappeared around the corner. "Finally.." she whispered turning around and heading for the door to the roof. Opening the door she climbed three flights of stairs before opening the final door. Rubbing her forehead, she sat down against a wall hidden from others. And began finishing her lunch she never got to eat.

Cyrus walked out of the bathroom and walked the same way he heard doors closing. Hall monitors were not dispatched yet, but he still snuck his way up.
"You had a perfect idea of where to go. Has this happened before?"
Cyrus stood looking at her eating her lunch against the wall. smiling with the sun above his shoulders.

Anna flinched and looked up as soon as a shadow covered her. "No...I just came up here...to finish my lunch." she said gathering her things together. "I'm done, so I better get to class." she said standing rather quickly. "See you." she said as she began walking passed him.

Moving quickly Cyrus put himself in the doorway.
"What class is it?"
He moved himself up closer to her.
"Is it really that important?"

Anna blushed and looked up at him, taking a step back. "I-It's...math! Yeah..math. I need to study for the test coming up." she said standing still blushing. "Y-Yeah.."

Cyrus stepped forward slowly and kept his welcoming smile, in contrast to the creepy behavior.
"You know, I'm a math tutor, right? How about private lessons?"

"N-No thank you Cyrus." Anna said steping by him. "I'm going to learn it from the teacher."

Cyrus grabbed onto her shoulders and pushed her leaned in to her ear.
"Come on.... Just try it."
Rubbing his face into her neck, his hands moved down her shoulders, towards her lower arms.

Anna blushed. "No thanks..Cyrus." she said looking down at him. "Excuse me." she said trying to slide around him.

Cyrus dug his face into her neck more. He whispered into her shoulder blade.
"What a shame..."
He brought his hands around her back to be right above her butt and pushed her into the wall. He put his head against her forehead.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to do it this way."

"Cyrus.." she closed her eyes blushing. "Do not touch me around there...let go." she whispered looking away. "Don't do anything..I won't let you." she said covering her lips with one hand, and her chest with the other.

"I think you'll learn to like it..."
His voice remained calm, and his grasp remained hard. He shifted his left hand quickly to grab the hand over her mouth and pulled it away, forcing it against the wall like her. He did the same with the other two hands involved.
"You already look like you do."
Moving his head sideways, he forced himself in to kiss his prisoner.

 "Ah.." Anna turned her head away again. "Let me go...please." she said glaring at him. "You're not aloud to touch me."

Cyrus began to pull her hands together over her head. He merely rubbed against her face as she turned away.
"I'm doing it, aren't I?"
He grabbed both of her wrists with just one hand and pulled the other one away to begin undoing her uniform. All the while rubbing against her face.

Anna blushed a dark red. "No...don't you dare...undo it." she said trembling. "Let me go." 

"If you hate it so much, why are you looking so nice about it?"
As he slowly removed the uniform with one hand, his mouth followed the opening.
"You look amazing right now, there's no way there's a problem here."

Anna looked up at him. "...!" she then turned her head away. "I didn't give you permission...to do this."

Her top now open, Cyrus rubbed her chest. Breasts still felt nice even through undergarments,
"You didn't go to class, either."

"A-Ah..." Anna whispered breathing softly. "B-Because...you blocked...the door." she closed her eyes tightly. "S-Stop."

"Mmmm.... I suppose so...."
He moved his free hand to her back and began to undo her bra strap.
"But someone still spilled stuff on me. And they just had to look good, too."

 Anna shook her head no. "D-Don't take it off...please, at least that one thing." she closed her eyes. "Don't."

"I'm not seeing much reason for me to stop, really."
After unclicking the strap, he grabbed each hand individually once again, and pulled her around and forced her onto the ground and stood on his knees over her. Pulling off the undone uniform top, he leaned against her.

Anna winced and looked up at him. "Get...off of me." she said closing her eyes. "Please...don't do anything to me." 

Moving his mouth up to her ear again, he spoke in a very seductive tone.
"You know.... This could become a regular thing."
With her uniform and bra removed, he grabbed her wrists with one hand again and placed the other one down her skirt. His lips moved to her neck.

 "Regular...thing?" she whispered trembling, before having enough and kneeing him. "N-No.." she whispered crawling from under-neath him. "No!" she covered her chest with her arms, then grabbed her shirt. "No, Cyrus."

 Cyrus rolled over, wincing from the pain. He turned over to her and smiled.
"Ughh... You're a horrible liar."
Removing his tie, Cyrus charged her and pushed her down again. This time, sitting on her legs, he tied her wrists together with his tie, and rolled her over. He looked at her with a maniacal smile, obviously enjoying how scared she is.
"I think you should find out just what it is you're trying to avoid." Holding her chest down with one hand, and her legs down with his body, he ran his other hand back down her skirt.

Anna just stared up at him. "Cyrus." she whispered un-able to move her arms and body. "I'm avoiding this. Because, I don't want to be...forced.." she closed her eyes as he began to touch her. "We're just friends."

Cyrus leaned back and pulled his hands away. Standing up, he held his hand out.
"I-I'm sorry..."
Realizing what he was just doing he couldn't make eye contact and stared down.
"At least I didn't rip anything?"

Anna sat up. "...Y-yeah..." she whispered blushing un-doing the tie. "Here.." she said grabbing her shirt again. "...G-Go on to class, alright?" she said looking away.

The tie was stuffed into his pocket as he walked away. He remained silent the whole way down, and feared he'd just lost a friend due to some stupid sexual move. Standing before the classroom, he sighed and walked in, preparing himself for the interrogation about his tardiness.

Anna the next day went threw out her day, until she had a run in with Cyrus. "Excuse me." she whispered walking passed him.

Cyrus stopped, but didn't look up. He kept himself hunched over and silent, afraid.

Anna looked over at him, then looked up at him. "I'm sorry, Cyrus." she said closing her eyes.

Cyrus didn't turn around. He began to speak with sobbing clear in his speech.
"You didn't even do anything wrong.... I probably ruined my whole life after that stunt."
He turned around, crying now visible.
"And you probably want nothing to do with me, now."

 "Cy-Cyrus..you don't have to cry." she said extending her hands up to his face. "It's okay. I owed you...It...just scared me a bit."

Cyrus refused to look up to her face. While reassuring, he still felt horrible.
"Let's just go, I don't want to talk about this much more."
He wiped his tears off with his sleeve and began to walk off.

Anna stared at him then looked away. "Alright..." she said softly. "Do you...want to come over?"

 Cyrus stopped walking immediately. The request was apparently very surprising.
"I don't suppose anyone's going to find out about what happened, are they?"
His posture began to slouch even more than it already was, as if something on the ground lazily caught his attention.
"Wouldn't blame you if you did."

Anna looked away. "No one will find out, I promise." she said as she began walking. "Lets go."

Cyrus began to walk with her. His eyes continued following the ground and his slouch stayed bad. 
"I.... Don't suppose there was any bit of that you enjoyed, was there?"
His head turned away as if expecting to be slapped with his comment.

Anna looked over at him blushing quietly whispering. "I...don't remember much." she said softly keeping her gaze away from his.

"How long is it going to take us to get there?"
Finally, Cyrus looked up from his funk to see her looking away after his awkward question.

Anna turned a corner. "We're here." she said walking up to her door opening it up. "Come on in.."

Cyrus walked in and looked around at the standard home decor lying around. He turned to Anna and began to apologize again.
"I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that. Is there anything I can do to make it up?"

"Really Cyrus. It's okay." Anna said lifting up her hands. "Alright? Take a seat...you can stay as long as you need to."

Cyrus walked up to her and wrapped his hands around her lower back, and pushed himself against her. Very quickly, he kissed her and pulled away. He looked at her sensually, but comforting.
"Thank you for understanding, then."
He brushed his hands further down her back, pushing against the trim of her skirt.

Anna blushed closed her eyes. "Cyrus...!" she squeaked out pulling away quickly. "..."

Cyrus watched her with the same happy face. He was greatly amused by her escaping and let her out.
"You really like the chase, don't you?"
Cyrus leaped forward at her and pushed Anna against a wall and held her hands up against the wall. He rubbed his face against her forehead, his nose rubbing hers.
"But, I want to thank you, still."

Anna turned her head away. "You're welcome.!" she said pushing him away some how. "...!" And took off running.

Pulling himself back together, he ran after her. His face was now a creepy, sex-driven expression. Catching up to her, he jumped at her, and pulled her down.
"You're going to be mine, Anna."
Cyrus ran his left  hand up her legs to rub against her underwear as he held her down. It was obvious he was enjoying this as he smiled.

Anna let out a silent gasp a couple of times, and trembled. "I-I..won't be yours. You tricked me." she said glared at him threw one eye. "L-Let me go.."

 Pulling himself up closer against her, he put his head against her neck.
"Tricked you? You asked me over after you bothered me, and stopped me."
Moving the underwear around, his finger slipped underneath, and he began rubbing against the exposed organ.
"I don't think it's going to work this time, and I really see no reason to stop."

Anna grunted her teeth fighting the urge to moan. "...Because...I don't want this, Cyrus." she whispered as he rubbed her down there. "Stop..."

 "Mmmmm"
Leaning back, while holding her down with his body, Cyrus pushed his finger in as far as he could as he removed his belt. As he pulled it out from the straps on the pants, he removed his hand from her skirt and grabbed onto the leather strap.
"I want this. Pretty badly."

"Cyrus." Anna whispered out as he pushed his figure all the way in. "I don't..." she said kicking him with her knee. "Get off of me..!" she said getting to her feet, moving quickly to her room. Closing the door. "..."

After recovering from the hit, he walked to the door, dragging the belt on the ground.
"Fighting back is a bad idea, I'm telling you."
Cyrus knocked on the door lightly.
"Open up."

Anna blocked the door with a chair and her dresser. "N-No..." she said backing away from it.

Grabbing a heavy stone statue from the hallway, he bashed the door handle off with it and a heavy swing. Pulling the door open from the hole in the door, he jumped in and grabbed onto Anna as he climbed over the barricade.
"Your decision."
Whipping her in front of him, he pulled her wrists behind her tightly, even hurting a bit, to tie them together with his belt.

"Ow.." Anna whispered looking up at Cyrus with fear. "Don't..." she said backing away from him.

"Unless you decide to cooperate, I don't have any options here."
Walking closer to her, he began to undo his zipper.
"I don't believe you're going to cooperate."

Anna still backed away, before hitting the wall. "I don't want to lose it to you." she said quietly.

Smiling, Cyrus undid the button on his pants. He continued walking forward.
"I believe this recent behavior has something to do with it, hmm?"

Anna didn't answer him. She just stared. "..." before looking away blushing darkly.

"No matter. I'm taking what I want if you won't give it to me."
Running up against her at the wall, he grabbed her wrists and held them away from her and shoved his mouth against hers to kiss her again as he rubbed her underwear with his now exposed penis. He was now standing on her feet.

"!!" Anna moaned in the kiss loudly, before pulling away tilting her head up. "Why...though...y-you're just a friend." she said closing her eyes tightly. "Don't do that.." 

Cyrus began rubbing against her with his head like before.
"A friend who really, really likes you."
Pulling a hand down, Cyrus moved her underwear out of the way so he was able to finally penetrate his prey. He brought his hand up to her face and began to rub her softly. He seemed to trust her now free hand.
"Who doesn't have the balls to tell you, but will do this."

"C-Cyrus...it hurts." she said leaning down against his shoulder not even realizing she had a free hand. "..." she looked up at him then looked down as she felt blood go down her leg. "...Idiot.."

Putting his forehead against hers again, he grabbed her other wrist again.
"I apologize for the force, it just seems I had to take matters into my own hands."
Now thrusting, he noticed the blood coming out of her.
"If this didn't happen now, it would happen later, you know."

Anna didn't say anything to him, as she felt her knees buckle up. "..."  she began to cry slightly as she tried to keep her balance. "No....I didn't want this right now.." she replied trembling.

"It's safe to assume I'm going to look like a horrible person after this, I presume?"
Letting go of her, and picking her up at the waist, he held her against him and carried her over to her bed without removing himself. He felt her go limp as he kept having his way with her, and laid her on the bed, continuing to use her.
"Mmmm.... When would a good time have been?"

"...When I wanted...it.." she whispered feeling dizzy. "..." she closed her eyes, and passed out.

Cyrus continued enjoying himself as she passed out, smiling as he watched her lose consciousness.

A while after finishing with himself, Cyrus sat at her side on the bed after having cleaned himself, her, the room, and the door up. He rubbed her stomach, watching her, waiting for her to wake.

Several hours later she woke up, feeling a pain go threw her stomach. "O-Ow..." she whispered in pain.

Cyrus gave a worried smile, and began to warn her.
"You might want to keep taking it easy. There was quite a bit to clean up, so it'll probably hurt."

 Anna moved away from him with wide eyes. "...Get out." she said covering herself with her blanket. "Just leave me alone." she said closing her eyes.

"I haven't finished taking care of what I did, though."
He didn't move from his spot on the side of the bed.
"I got what I wanted, I'm all fine, now."

"Just go away." Anna said holding her stomach. "O-Ow..."

"I can't. You need help."
Cyrus continued to watch from where he was, well aware at this point contact would be bad.

"I'll be fine.." she said trembling. "Just...don't touch m-me."

Cyrus smiled at her, and appeared to follow her demand.
"Alright. I'm going to have to again, sometime, though."
He stood up off the bed, still facing her as she hid in her blankets.
"I'm going to have to make you stop freaking out about this."

Anna shivered slightly and looked up at him. "You're not going to touch me...ever again."

Putting his hands down on the edge of the mattress, leaning in to her face, Cyrus replied.
"That's a rather empty threat coming from you, right now. You're going to learn to like this."

Anna's eyes widened and she looked away from him. "Who thinks I'm doing this again?.." she asked trembling in place.

Creeping up to her blanket-wrapped body, Cyrus wrapped his arms around the back of her, holding the blanket tightly against her.
"No one thinks you are, dear. I know you are."

"No I won't..." Anna said squrming then stoped, holding her stomach. "Cyrus...you stepped over...the line."

"I've decided to completely ignore any line."
Clamping the blanket in place with one hand, he squeezed the other hand down the blanket, and into her shirt and began feeling around her body.

"I wouldn't be hurting you if you would cooperate."

Anna looked back at him. "Cyrus..I'm serious. Sto-Stop it. Please." she whispered trying to elbow him. "I told you not to touch me."

Cyrus felt around her body. She was apparently fatigued from her pain and having just woke up. He had little trouble having his way.

"Since I'm going to be doing something to you, I should ask what would you like me to do to you. Stopping would be an exception, though."

Cyrus nibbled on her ear a little, awaiting an answer.

Anna pulled her head away from his mouth. "..." Not answering him, she turned onto herside. 

"Mmm.... Alright, ignore my kindness....."

Cyrus rolled Anna onto her stomach and removed the blanket she had. Removing his penis from his pants he pulled up her skirt again and began to rub her crotch as he got ready.

"I'm still open to a suggestion before I begin."

"N-No!" Anna said pushing him up by the chin. "N-No...!" she said scrambling off the bed. "Ow.." she whispered rolling under her bed. "Go away, Cyrus."

Cyrus looked over smiling creepily, again.

"And what exactly are you gaining from telling me no?"

Cyrus put himself away and stood up. He walked in her direction slowly.

 "..." Anna backed into a small ball under the bed. "I gain...the right. I have a right not to d-do this." she said closing her eyes. Looking around for some blunt object to hit him with, just in case. 

"The right?"
As Cyrus approached, he slammed his right arm over her shoulder and against the bed.
"The right to miss out on what is probably the most interesting activity two people can partake in with their bodies? All so you can say you have the right to?"
Cyrus now began to look angry.
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard."

Anna flinched holding a small object in her hand. "No it's not stupid..." she said trembling, before pushing him away from her. "Let me go. When a girl say no...she means no."

"You make it sound as if gender is the deciding factor here. Seriously, would I think that."

Cyrus continued staring her down.

"No matter, I still don't see a reason to stop."

"I don't want to do this." Anna said closing her hand around the object. "I never did."

 "Yet, I can still take what I want from you. A pity, really."
Cyrus grabbed onto her neck with his right hand and began to squeeze.

Anna gasped and glared up at him. "Let. me. go!" she shouted stabbing a fork she found under her bed, into his arm.

Cyrus pulled his arm back in pain.
"AAHH! YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
He slapped her across the face hard with his left hand as he pulled his right hand to his chest.
"Owwww FUCK! .... That was a big mistake."

Anna gasped then fell to the ground, touching her cheek. "...!" getting to her feet she ran as fast as her numb legs would let her.

Watching her leave, Cyrus took chase in long strides. Stretching out his left hand, he grabbed the back of her shirt and yanked her back angrily, pulling her down to the floor.
"I hope you're scared"
Cyrus kicked her in the side as she was on the ground, enjoying giving the abuse.

"A-Ahh ow.." Anna said grabbing at her side. "Cyrus. Stop it!" she said grabbing his feet to trip him up.

 "This could have gone SO much smoother!"
Cyrus shook his leg away from her hands. His foot stomped on one of them.
"You just had to let your pretty little values get in the way though!"
His arm began to bleed through his shirt, and was dripping down the sleeve.

 "Ah!" Anna screamed out loud in pain. "Stop...it...Cyrus!" she shouted at him pulling her hand from under the foot. "..." she looked at her hand then up at him. "...." she slowly stood up, and tilted her head up towards him. "You can't bully me anymore..." she whispered softly in a quiet voice. "Because you're going to jail if you hurt me anymore."

"Silly, little girl..."
Cyrus grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her up to him. Her feet lifted up a bit.
"I've already accepted that."
Cyrus tossed her down on the floor again. He began to walk around her.
"Something's already came up. I'm already wanted. Basically, I've got nothing to lose at this point."

Anna winced as she hit the ground. "...Already wanted?" she asked with wide eyes. "What...did you do?" she asked in a terrified voice.

"Curiosity gets the better of some people. It got the better of me when I wanted to see how I could pickpocket someone."
He continued walking around her as she lay there.
"After I stole someone's purse, I ran off. I found a handgun in the bag. Funny I stole someone's belongings when they were armed, heheh..."
Cyrus stopped in place. His gaze went to the ceiling.
"A few officers found me after the theft was reported. These officers didn't know protocol because they jumped right to pulling out their weapons."
He looked down to her, and placed his foot on her chest.
"Apparently I can out-shoot two police officers. The gun has my prints all over it, and has probably been found by now. I figure, why not make the best of what's left and take everything I've ever wanted."

Anna stared up at him. "Take what you wanted.." her eyes looked at him sadly. "You..took it away, just because...you're wanted?" she looked away. "Thats the...stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life." she glared up at him. "Idiot." 

"Heheh...."
Cyrus began to grind his foot into her harder and smiled.
"I was afraid for my life, but..... You know.... Now that I think about it, this is actually living, right here. Doing what I can just because I can. Not that you'd know anything about that."
As he finished his sentence, he kicked her in the side again.
"Some doctor's going to check me out if I'm taken alive. Going to tell me I'm absolutely psychotic right now. By dictionary definition, probably, but I've never thought so clearly before."

Anna winced and turned over. "Stop it...already." she said breathing for air now. It seemed so hard to breath. "I don't like you, Cyrus. Not anymore."

"And I don't know if I care, anymore. It sure won't, soon."
Cyrus grabbed her by the shirt collar again with his bleeding arm and drug her over to the bed as she was gasping for breath. Dropping her against the bed, he leaned down next to her.
"So, are you going to keep fighting, or do you want to make this easy?"

 Anna touched her chest. Trying to breath. "...Go...to hell." she whispered hoarsly. "Cyrus.."

"Hmm.... Well... Here comes the curiosity, again."
His right hand plunged into her skirt, and his left hand went for her throat. His fingers began to work their way into her vagina as he ignored the pain shooting up his arm.
"Assisted erotic asphyxiation..... Can it get YOU off...."

Anna screamed in pain. "Stop it!!" she shouted closing her eyes. "..I'll..do whatever you say...just don't do that..."

Loosening his grip on her neck, he did not remove his hand from her canal.
"Whatever, hmm? How about you calm down a bit."
Slowly, he slid his hand out of her vagina.
"I'm sure you can find a way to enjoy how this feels, at least."

Anna began to slowly breath, tilting her head to the right to come up with a new plan. "..." she still couldn't breath correctly.

Pulling his penis out again, Cyrus lifted up Anna's skirt and pulled her underwear to the side. Pushing himself in again, he found much less resistance than before as she was gasping for air and didn't have anything to break this time.
"Maybe I should let you breathe before going at this again."

Anna nodded in agreement. Still hurting from the abuse, from before. "...Can...I go get some water, please?"

"You think it's safe for me to let you go out much anywhere?"
Cyrus picked her up with his hands around her back. He didn't pull himself out of her and held her against him.
"How about I go with you?"

"B-But..." Anna felt really numb all over the place. "...It'll...be hard."

Cyrus chuckled with the double entendre coming to mind with that statement.
"Heheheh.... Other than me, what'll be hard?"
Cyrus began to walk outside, holding her still.

Anna tilted her head down trying to still think of a way out of all this. "...Y-Yeah.."

Cyrus pushed her against a wall, and looked down at her with a nice smile again.
"Come on, this could be over quick. Besides, now you'll know what's going on when you do find a guy you want to actually LET plow you!"

Anna gasped and looked down at him. "I need...some water, Cy-Cyrus.." she said coughing.

"Alright..."
Cyrys carried her off into the kitchen with him, and set her on her feet on the floor. He grabbed around her again,but, much in a far less controlling way.
"Try not to jump for the phone or anything. I don't want to hurt you more."

 "..." Anna grabbed a glass then went over to the sink, with him still attached. "...!" she quickly turned around and lifted up her hand to hit him.

Cyrus noticed the turning around and immediately took the chance to kiss her. Not noticing any danger.

"!!" Anna swung down, but missed the chance to hit him. It just slightly going down his shirt. "..." she pullsed away and pushed him back.

Feeling the hit against him come down, Cyrus didn't feel forgiving anymore. Pulling her up from where she was standing, he inserted himself again, just like they were walking into the kitchen. Plowing her against the fridge, he pushed all the way against her body, giving her little way to room, and began to fuck like earlier.
"Uhn, I tried to be nice-Mmm"

"C-Cyrus...!" Anna screamed out in pain. "A-Ah...Twice in one day...can mess someone up!" she said to him, panting for breath. "P-Please stop this nightmare!!" she shouted as the glass fell to the ground.

Pushing against the fridge hard enough to shake it, now, Cyrus was not close to stopping. He looked down to her face, screaming against his chest. He smiled again.
"I don't know what you're talking abo-aahhh... I'm fine."

"I'm not fine!" Anna said having enough, and head-butting him. Causing her to fall to the ground. "Ah.." she shivered slightly, before getting to her numb legs. Grabbing the phone, and running into the bathroom. Locking it.

Cyrus sighed, as he backed away. Looking at the phone base. He yanked the cord to the wall out of the base and began to walk out by the bathroom.
"You know.... I should probably just... Move on, and find someone else to pound. I thought I could help you out with this, really."
Cyrus continued off.

"What?" she said glaring at the door, grabbing her washing mug and opening the door. "What do you mean by, 'Helping me out?' What...are you an idiot?!" she asked holding the mug tightly.

"What would be doing tonight if I wasn't here terrifying you?"
Cyrus just began pacing back and forth in the hallway.

 "I'd be at peace..." Anna whispered softly, fixing her underwear.

"Doing what? Nothing? Bored? Seriously... This could have been romantic. I still can make it that way. But you had to be all 'Nooooo~~'"
Cyrus just continued pacing in the hallway.

"..." Anna glared at him. "If you would of..." she looked away closing her fists. "Come to me normaly..." she said softly.

 "Aww... Then I guess you don't want this?"
Cyrus slid a felt box in the opening of the door. He slid down the wall in front of the door and sat there.
"I had no idea you were going to be THIS serious about any of this."

 "What's this?" she asked picking it up. "..."

 "A silver necklace I blackmailed off of a teacher after I saw him having sex with the school secretary. I remembered I forgot your birthday. I was hoping for a more... Intimate time to give it to you."
Cyrus looked down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs. I'm not really wanted, that was mostly in hopes of you submitting, really.

Anna held the silver necklace, then closed her hand tightly around it. "..."

"Seriously though, if you need to blackmail Mr. Warrick, you can threaten with the secretary thing, I'm sure."
Cyrus looked further down, chuckling a bit.
"Heheh... Can I get something for my arm?"

"..." Anna slowly opened the door. "What...?" she asked opening it all the way, stepping passed him. "Go in.."

 Cyrus complied, and walked in. Looking around the cabinets he grabbed gayze, rubbing alcohol and medical tape.
"So... Would it help at all to hear me scream in pain right now?"

Anna glanced back at him. "No..." she said softly looking back ahead.

"Oh, well... I'm gonna be."
Grabbing the alcohol, Cyrus decided to give up on being precise about it and just opened the bottle up and dump it on his arm.
"AAAAHHHH!!!! FUCK!"
Cyrus dropped on the ground and started rolling around.
"Yeah... That was deep..."

Anna flinched at him scream so much, and walked into the kitchen. Her eyes dull, as she drank a glass of water.

After wrapping his arm up with the gauze and tape, Cyrus walked out into the hallway, holding the bandaged area of his arm, and flopped against the wall where he was before.
"Ehh.... I'm guessing I'm getting turned in, anyway."

Anna put the glass down. "...You get out of here now, and I won't...call them."

Cyrus  looked over at her, and smiled.
"Thanks. I hope you heal up well."
Walking to the door, he turned around.
"Hypothetically..... If I were to ask 'properly' right now..."

Anna looked away. "I would of...if I was up for it.."

"That doesn't really answer what you would do now...."
Cyrus turned, and opened the door outside, and walked outside.

 4 years later, Anna was working at a cafe. Trying to pay her rent, which was hard. "May I take your order?" she asked the person sitting down to eat.

"Yeah, I'd like a-Eyyyeeeaahh... I'm uh... gonna... Go...."
Cyrus saw who he was talking to, recognizing the face and a necklace. One of the most awkward reunions possible.

Anna stoped moving and looked down to the custimor. "C-Cyrus..."

Cyrus looked over, trying hard to make eye contact, but failing pretty badly.
"Y-yeah... It's me...."
He decided all he could do was stand there and hope she didn't decide to take revenge.
"Um.... Long time no see?"

"Y-Yeah.." she said softly looking away. "What...d-do you..." she felt her voice slowly dissapear. "...Why aren't you in jail?" she asked softly.

Cyrus went about remembering that night.
"Well.... It's... Really, really easy to skip town when... Your parents decide they need to skip town. We kinda disappeared for a few years and I ended up coming out of it all with a record as a consultant... But.... That's a long story..."
Cyrus looked down.
"I'm guessing things went really well after you didn't have to be scared of me anymore?"

Anna looked away. "Lifes been hard.. I can't keep a job and don't have enough money for my house. A-And.." she felt her voice go scilent. "Nothing.."

Cyrus looked up.
"It's not right things are going well for me. Is there anything I can do... And... Wait, what?"

"It's nothing." Anna whispered softly. "Just forget everything I said." she said lifting up the note book. "What...would you like to eat, sir?"

Cyrus looked at her worried, and afraid.
"No, no, no..... Can you get off for lunch or something, sit with me, talk to me. What can I do to help?"
Cyrus stared at the necklace.
"I know I can't take back that night, but..... I want to help fix what hapenned, now. I haven't slept very well in four years, since then."

"...I get off for lunch in 35 minutes." Anna said looking away. "Meet me outside then, and we'll t-talk." she said walking off.

"Alright."
Cyrus looked back up to her, with a nervous smile.
"Can I get a ham sandwich before that, though?"

"Sure.." she said writing it down, and walking off.

Standing outside, Cyrus shuffled his feet around. The sandwich didn't go too well, he ended up being too nervous to eat.

Anna walked outside and behind him. "Let's go.." she said softly walking passed him. Finding the bench she sat on everyday, she took her normal seat. "What...do you want to know?"

Cyrus followed and sat down next to her. Grabbing onto his knees, he began to rock back and forth.
"Alright, given your reactions, I assume the question I need to ask is.... How many bastard children do I have?"

Anna flinched and looked over at him. "D-Don't call her a bastard child." she said defencively. "...One girl." she said closing her eyes. "Her name is Samantha."

Cyrus looked down.
"I'm sorry."
Thinking to himself, he wondered how she could look like a former rapist.
"She hasn't had a father, has she?"

"No..." Anna said softly. "No one at all.."

 "I see...."
Cyrus looked up at her.
"Hypothetically..... If I asked...."

"What..?" she asked looking over at him.

 "If I asked the 'right way' right now. What would you do?"
Cyrus looked at her right in the eyes.
"If I asked to be her father. If I asked to be your husband. If I asked to take care of everything the right way. What would you do?"

"I-I'd...think about it." anna said softly and turned away. "I thought you died...so I forgot about you."

"I seriously did not think you'd still be around here anymore."
Cyrus opened up his wallet and pulled out two bills.
"I'masking now. Will you marry me. Even if you say no, I hope this helps you."
Cyrus placed $150 onto Anna's lap.

"I need to think about it, Cyrus.." Anna said closing her eyes. "I'm sorry, give me some time." she looked down at the money, and put it away into her pocket. "...You know where I live, I need to get home."

Cyrus stood up and held his hand out to Anna.
"Come on. Do I get to see Samantha?"

"Follow me.." she said walking ahead of him. "Keep up though, alright?"

Cyrus ran up to her.
"Heheheh... I don't know if that'll be a problem."

Anna walked up the stairs to her house. Opening the door, instantly a happy 4 year old ran up and hugged her legs.

"Mommy is home!" Samantha squealed looking up at Cyrus with dark blue eyes. "Visitor?"

Cyrus kneeled forward, hands on his knees and looked at the little girl wrapped around Anna's leg.
"Hello! You must be Samantha."
Cyrus looked up at Anna.
"You were right."

Anna smiled sadly. "Y-Yeah.." 

Samantha looked over at Cyrus. "Yeah that's right. Who are you~?"

 "I'm... Uhh... A friend of your mother's"
Cyrus stood up and looked at Anna, almost crying.
"I dunno, what would you call me?"

"Daddy?" Samantha asked. "Can I?.."

Anna felt her gut turn. "..."

Cyrus pulled his hand up, and was about to rub Anna's face, but decided against it. He smiled at her as he was tearing up happily.
"What'll it be, Anna? Can she?"

Anna nodded her head. While Samantha cheered and hugged Cyrus. 

"Yay~!"

Cyrus wrapped his arm around Anna's shoulder and pulled her in to the group hug.
"So..... What should I do first, now that I'm here....?"
Cyrus wiped away his eyes with his sleeve. He whispered to Anna.
"I'm sorry how this happened, but, I am so happy right now."

Anna pulled away rather quickly. "Y-Yeah...I'm going to go cook dinner."

Samantha looked at Anna as she walked off. "Mommy has always been like that.."

Cyrus bent down, and rubbed Samantha's head.
"I see. Anything we can do to cheer her up?"

"Make mommy laugh." Samantha said looking up at Cyrus with dark blue eyes. "Please?"

Cyrus walked up behind Anna.
"Hey..."
Pushing his head up behind her and spoke in a higher pitched voice, aiming to be childlike.
"Can we get ice cream?~"

Anna flinched and looked over at him. Then quickly looked away. "N-Not until you eat dinner."

Cyrus receded back a little. He held his hand out in Samantha's direction.
"You're still scared..."

"..." Anna didn't answer him as she washed the potatos she was going to put in the oven. 

Samantha took his hand and looked up at him smiling. "You tried, Daddy."

Cyrus picked up Samantha and looked at her.
"Aww... Daddy's not done, yet."
He looked over to Anna, smiling hopefully.
"What would I need to do, hmm?"

Anna looked over at Cyrus, then took Samantha from his arms rather quickly. "...Go set the table."

Cyrus walked in the direction of the table. He turned over to the two.
"What do you think of mommy's necklace?"

"I think it's pretty!" Samantha said smiling at her mother. "She never takes it off!!"

Anna put Samantha down. "Go clean up for dinner.."

Cyrus watched Samantha run off. He stared down, seemingly troubled.
"I'm.... Kind of surprised you kept it. You're scared I'm going to do it again, aren't you?"

Anna didn't answer him at first, before noding her head. "Yes..."I'm still scared of you, Cyrus."

Cyrus turned around. He was still worried.
"I couldn't blame you. I just wish I could make you less afraid...."
Cyrus looked at his reflection in a spoon on the table. He wondered if he still looked like he did that night.

Anna sat down in a chair next to the table. "I just can't get it out of...my mind." she said softly trying to stay calm. "There's nothing you can do."

Cyrus approached her cautiously, hoping not to scare her.
"Is there anything you'd like me to do, even if it doesn't make you feel better? I mean... More than just for dinner, heheh."

 Anna didn't notice him approaching her. "...I can't think of anything."

Cyrus sat down beside Anna. He put his chin on the table. He flopped his arms alongside his face.
"I wish I could do something......"
He turned his face, cheek on the table, to Anna.
"I'm scared to even rub your back."

"I-I'll go check on the dinner." Anna said getting to her feet, and going quickly into the kitchen.

Cyrus stepped up from the table and walked into the kitchen, all the while she walked in. His pants unzipped on the way.
"So.... Does it look the same?"
He stood leaning against the wall to the kitchen, smiling with his penis hanging out.

Anna looked over her shoulder at Cyrus. "C-Cyrus, cover yourself up." she said covering her eyes.

Cyrus stopped leaning against the wall and stepped in to her, laughing.
"Come on..... Can't you laugh a bit?"

Anna gasped quietly. "C-Cyrus..please."

 Cyrus grabbed onto her and hugged her tightly. His penis was still hanging out, brushing against her.
"Come on! We've got the workings of a family, here!"
Cyrus pulled her head against him. He seemed to be getting aroused.
"Come on.... What can I do?"

Anna tried pulling away. "Put...that thing you have away." she said looking up at him. "We're not a family."

"And what makes us not one?"
Cyrus pulled her closer. He began to rub her back.
"More importantly... What can I do? There is something..."

Anna blushed and closed her eyes. "Because we're not together." she looked slightly over her shoulder at his arm rubbing her back. "Th-There's nothing."

Cyrus picked her up, spinning with her around in the kitchen playfully, walking backwards.
"Come ooooonnn~~"
Cyrus now seeming to be completely hard had been rubbing against Anna seemingly accidentally often as he held her.

"Cyrus, quit it." Anna said trying to keep her balance, and then shook her head. "Y-You need to calm down. Down there."

Cyrus tucked himself back away and zipped up. He loooked rather embarassed.
"Oh, sorry...."
Cyrus looked over worried again.
"You never answered, though. Why'd you keep the necklace? And why are you wearing it all the time?"

Anna looked away as soon as he looked over. "Because...at the time. I was in a complete state of shock. I don't know the real reason. But that's what I think."

Cyrus began laughing.
"Hahaha... Man... That... Doesn't make sense for this long... There's a reason... And you know what it is...."
Cyrus approached her seriously.
"Come on... What was it?"

"I used to like you." Anna admited closing her hands tightly. "Then I went into a shock, and kept the necklace."

"But I gave you the necklace after that night.... You liked me after that night?"
Cyrus stopped right in front of her. He looked down with an affectionate, concerned look.
"How could you?"

Anna looked down and shifted slightly. "Because...I just..."   

Cyrus rubbed under Anna's chin with a single finger.
"Were you into that kind of thing? Did I actually help you? Did you really think I was being thoughtful that night?"
He brought his face down to meet hers.
"I don't really care, to be honest. You cared though..."
Cyrus began slowly tilting his head as though to kiss, moving forward slowly.

"I wasn't..I just...I-I..." Anna couldn't move.

but they were interupted. "Mommy why are you kissing your friend?"

Cyrus pulled away, laughing nervously.
"Eheheh..... I'm sorry... I was just thanking her for something."
He looked back down to Anna, nervously.

"Samantha go eat dinner." Anna said tilting her head away blushing. "It's already on the table."

"Do you really not like me anymore?
Cyrus let go of her.
"I can leave if you like."

Before he completely pulled away, Anna kissed him passionately on the lips. Then pulled away tilting her head down. "I'm going to my room...you can watch Samantha." she said running out of the room, wondering what she just did.

Cyrus watched her leave, a little dumbfounded. It was really bizarre, but he felt he had to do something. He walked into the kitchen to see Samantha. He took a seat next to her.
"Does mommy have many other friends?"

"She has plenty of friends just like daddy." Samantha said smiling up at him. "She's friendly to them too!"

Cyrus pulled back. A little hurt. A little worried.
"Oh... Well... How many friends do you have around here?"

"Seven!!" Samantha said holding up five fingers. "I'm sleepy.." she whispered rubbing her eyes. "I'm gonna go to sleep...night daddy."

Cyrus got up with her.
"Alright! Can you show me where mommy's room is?"

"Down at the end of the hall.." Samantha said pointing at a door. "Night, daddy.."

Cyrus walked to Anna's door and knocked.
"Anna... Samantha's going to sleep. Can we talk some more?"

Anna turned over and looked over at him. "S-sure.."

"Do you do something else for a living outside of the cafe, or.... Do you just like having fun?"
Cyrus stepped inside. He was looking a bit concerned.

"What do you mean?" Anna asked sitting up slightly.

"I was talking with Samantha, and she mentioned a few very 'friendly' friends of yours."
Cyrus sat down next to her.
"I'm not going for an already taken girl with you, am I?"

"Friendly...friends?" Anna asked looking at him, then looking away. "I-I don't know where she got that from.."

Cyrus laid down beside where she was sitting and put his hands on his chest.
"Come on.... Someone like you... There's no way you couldn't have friends like that."
He looked over to her with a smile.
"I'd do you again."

"Told y-you.." Anna said looking away, blushing slightly. "I gotta use the bathroom." she said getting out of bed and getting to the bathroom. "...That was close."

 Cyrus followed her to the out of the room. Standing in front of the bathroom, he was laughing.
"Hehehehe..... You're not SCARED of me...."

Anna flinched and looked back at Cyrus. "C-Cyrus...I-I'm done usinng the bathroom."

Cyrus swiftly grabbed Anna's hands nad kissed her like they did in the kitchen in the bathroom. His happiness was really obvious.

Anna closed her eyes then pulled away. "W-What...was that f-for?"

"You've been begging for it all night."
Cyrus picked her up from the back and began carrying her back to her room.
"Should I prove why I'm better than other guys you know?"

Anna blushed and looked away. "N-No...it's okay..."

Cyrus kissed her again, holding her as they got into the room. He shut the door with a foot. He pulled himself away from her mouth after the door was closed.
"Nah..... I think I have a point to prove, here. And I think you've been begging for it all night."
Cyrus brought her to the bed, giggling, and laid her down, and held himself up over her.

"N-No Cyrus.." Anna whispered blushing slightly. "I don't want to.."

Cyrus looked down, distracted, and nearly crying.
"Is that something you tell the other guys, then? Is Samantha really mine?"

"Yes...Y-yes, Samantha is really yours." Anna closed her eyes. "I'm sure she is." she said softly. "...I needed money...I didn't let them have sex with me."

Cyrus rubbed the curve on Anna's body from her breast to her hip. His voice reflected how bummed he was.
"What can I do? Seriously... You know it, I know you do."

Anna felt a chill go down her back. "I don't know, Cyrus..."

"If you didn't have sex with them... What'd you do?"
Cyrus flopped down on her, his head over one of her shoulders. He continued rubbing her.
"L-Let them touch me."

"I didn't think that was a very profitable thing....."
Cyrus stopped rubbing for a moment.
"I don't need to pay for this, do I?"

Anna blushed and looked away. "Of course you do..."

Cyrus snuggled up against her, and went back to rubbing.
"Well.... How about I help take care of you and our child and... Have that pay for this night alone."

"Deal..." Anna said softly. Slowly falling asleep.

He looked up to her and brought his face closer. It was probably an awkward momment, but it seemed right. His rubbing slowly turned into an embrace as his mouth found its way to hers.

Anna let out a quiet moan as he kissed her in her sleep. "Cyrus..?" she whispered softly staring at him. "How come...you acted that way so many years ago?"

Cyrus pulled back a little and stared down, obviously disgraced. "I was just a kid. I don't know what was wrong with me. There had to be something wrong with me. I just had to have you how I  wanted you."

Anna closed her eyes and swallowed. "I...didn't want you at all. That time." she said trembling slightly. "Something is telling me to...walk out of this."

Cyrus slouched back. His arms left her body and his gaze was still down. "I'll go if you want me to." He looked back up to her, a tad confused. "There has to be something...."

Anna looked down at him. "Nothing...I know of." she said turning onto her side. "Samantha is here...because of you."

Cyrus began stammering. He backed away a bit more. "I-is that a bad thing?"

Anna closed her eyes. "...I don't know, Cyrus." she said trembling in place. "I'm still so afraid of you."

Why don't you do something back?" Cyrus looked up at her. It was easy to see he was scared.

"I don't know what to do, Cyrus." She said holding her head and trembling in place.

"You kept the necklace... That means somethhing right?" His right hand extended to touch her, slowly, carefully.

Anna kept her eyes closed. "...It means nothing.." she whispered stepping back from him. "I think...you should leave.."

Cyrus got off the bed and stepped out without saying anything. He stared at Samantha's door for a moment.

Samantha got off her bed after hearing Anna's door open. She opened the door and stared up at Cyrus. "...Is daddy going to leave me?" she asked with watery eyes.

Cyrus kneeled down, and grabbed her hands gently. He wouldn't look her in the eyes; he was tearing up as well. "It seems to be what's best. Daddy will try and be back soon, ok?"

Samantha went in closer and hugged him tightly. "Don't leave me please.." she whispered hugging him as best as her little arms would let her. "Please."

"Alright.... Come here." Cyrus picked up Samantha and walked over to a  chair in the living room, and sat down with her. "Why don't you help daddy out and protect him while he sleeps?"

"Okie.." Samantha said hugging him tightly. "No one will touch daddy..." she whispered softly.

Cyrus fell asleep with Samantha hugging him. He was actually kind of scared to have slept in the same house as Anna at the moment.

The following morning, Anna woke up quietly. "It was all a dream..." she whispered to herself, as she got out of the bed and left her room. Sighing softly as she stumbled into the bathroom (door was closed), she began to undress to take a shower..

Cyrus pulled the shower curtains aside as he walked out of the shower. When he saw Anna there, he just stood there, staring. And a bit unclothed.

Anna slowly opened her half-asleep eyes and stared at Cyrus as soon as she dropped her last piece of clothing. "Why...are you here?" she asked covering herself up.

"I... Uhh...." Cyrus looked around quickly for a towel, or his clothes, but decided it would probably be bad taking other people's stuff, and just slouched a bit depressed. "Samantha wanted me to stay...."

Anna tilted her head down. "Stop staring at me..." she said grabbing her shirt and covering herself up.

 Cyrus looked away. He noticed the shower was dripping a little, still. "Sorry. You know.... You still look great."

Anna's face darkened and she closed her eyes. "I haven't...changed since two years ago you know.."

Looking down at her feet, Cyrus noticed his clothes sitting in a pile next to Anna's feet. He began to rock himself forward uneasily. "It doesn't seem right what you've done to make money."

"...It's my business on what I do to make money." she said squeezing the shirt tightly around herself. "It's...my choice."

"Out of choice or necessity?" Moving forward he embraced her and held tightly "What about Samantha?"

 Anna couldn't move, she trembled at his touch. "Samantha doesn't...care..." she said blushing a dark red. "Let go.."

Cyrus held tighter. His voice was beginning to shake. "Why would she want me to stay, then?"

 "Because....your the father..." Anna said as she began crying. "Thats why..."

Holding her head now, he began to rock a little bit "Can you please give me another chance, then? I can't blame you for thinking I'm so repulsive, but please."

Anna's eyes widened and she tilted her head up. "No..." she whispered to him, pulling out of the hug. "I can't...I won't let myself."

"If I go to walk out, Samantha's going to be pretty bothered. Would you want to do that to her?" Cyrus looked at Anna pretty seriously.

Anna looked away from Cyrus. "I-I....Cyrus." she said swallowing deeply. "I'll try..."

He moved in for a sincere hug again, still oblivious to his lack of clothing. "Thank you so much!" He pulled back with a smile, and tearing up a bit. "Heheh... You want to take your shower alone, I'm guessing."

Anna nodded. "Y-Yes..." she said looking away from him blushing. "Please..." she asked softly.

After getting his pants on, Cyrus looked to Anna, and stole a quick kiss.

Caught off guard, Anna slipped back against the wall and dropped the towel to the ground. "Cy-Cyrus.." 

"If there's anything you want me to do, let me know." He moved for a longer, more feelingful kiss. "I'm here to take care of you and Samantha."

Anna blushed and then pulled away. "Can you...go cook breakfast please?" she asked quietly bending down to pick up the shirt.

"You got it." Cyrus grabbed his shirt, and walked out. He exclaimed happily as he left "Who wants to help me make pancakes!?"

"I DO!" Samantha shouted in a happy laugh as she jumped her fathers leg.

How much of a breakfast do you think we should make for mommy?" He made his way to the kitchen with the girl attached to him.

Anna finished her bath quickly. 

"Three pancakes! mommy really likes them!"

Getting into the kitchen, he looked around confused. "Oh no... I don't know where anything is.... Find me a pan!" Cyrus turned to the fridge and grabbed three eggs from inside and set them on the table.