Warning. "Denmark ish Bitchie" alert. Suggestive themes, and violence...
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"Oh, God. Mat- ahh!" you moaned as your Dane began caressing your cheeks, all the while, thrusting his member slowly upon you.

"Any moment now, _______." he breathed, tired yet energetic.

It's been a few weeks since you have decided to commit in a relationship with Mathias. It was hard to say yes. Believe it or not, before you entered his life, the Danish man would bring home another lady from the bar per night. You, yes, were just another girl at the bar. You drank moderately and always had eyes for Mathias. Little did you know he eyed you too. But you were smarter than that; even after agreeing to be his girl; you never slept with him once, until you were ready. And now, you were.

At the peak of you climax, you heard the chiming of a cell phone. Seeing as though you both share the same ringtone, it was hard to tell whose phone it was.

"Baby, is it my phone?" you reached for it anyway. Mathias was too tired to even lift a finger, so he slouched on top of you, giving you a slight "sure". Picking it up you saw the Caller ID reading: [Fem.Name].
"Matty, it's yours, but I'll pick it up anyway…some girl named [Fem.Name]."
Mathias's eyes immediately sprung up and his body abruptly lifted.

"No, ______, I'll-"
"Hello?" you said anyway.
"Hey, Matty baby, I've been itching to see you since last night." You heard a deep feminine voice.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh. Is this the wrong number?" The voice went back to squeaky.
"Dunno, is it?" you said, half somewhat pissed, half tired. You saw the deepening color on your 'lover's' face.
"I'm looking for Mathias... Mathias Khᴓler…"
You dropped the mobile phone and looked straight at the Danish on top of you, eyes begging for an answer.

"…"
"…"

You were at a loss for words. You never felt such a piercing wound in your heart. Could it be...Mathias was actually…cheating? No. It's been too long. He couldn't.

Yeah, he could.

"Get the hell…."-you fought back tears- "AWAY FROM ME MATHIAS! " You screamed with all the energy you had left in you. The tears finally rolled out as you slipped on your dress, not knowing or caring where your undergarments may be.

"Wait, _______, I-"
"NO, GET AWAY." You cried. Stomping down the stairs you took your bag- and phone-with you and ran out the front door."
"_____________!" the Dane tried to call from behind. His expression was guilty otherwise. All you did was spit on his lawn and run to wherever the road took you. You barely knew the area, especially at this late hour. Hardly anything was seen under the dim street lights. But hell; you didn't care. As long as you didn't have to see Mathias's face again, it didn't matter.

Your feet guided you into a dark alley, damp and depressing, sort of like your mood. Yes, you knew it wasn't the best choice, but whatever kept you away from that Mathias was good enough, even if it meant remaining here for the night.

"I'll just crouch here till morning." You said to yourself. After all, the area seemed pretty okay and…you could say, safe. Not much people were up and out during the midnight hour. Bars and clubs were closing; people were leaving.

It wasn't long before you heard a group of men nearing the alley of which you were settled in. Hoping they wouldn't come any closer, you shrunk to the back corner. Darkness was all that was seen. If you couldn't see them, chances are, they wouldn't see you. You heard the voices getting louder…closer. The voice of a man with a thick rusty accent, German maybe, the voice of a pathetic Frenchman, and the voice of a laid back Hispanic- all enveloping your ear.

You knew they weren't able to see you, though they were halfway up the alley. Their witch-like chuckles and cocky laughs filled your head. Adding those noises to the devastation that you had at first just made everything worse. But then, one of them lit a lighter for a cigarette, the light immediately laminating your face, and from your view, you saw a pale white face with shining red crystal eyes. Slowly the man's contempt face grew slowly into a smile as he made his way toward you.

"Kesesesese~, look who ve have here…" he smirked, pointing the lighter directly at you, while the other two men stood behind in satisfaction. "…my prize from zhat game of pool back at zhe club." He began you caress your cold face, tears forming in your pathetic eyes.
"Ohonhonhon, Gilbert~ You must share zat beauté with ze rest of us." said the Frenchman behind.
"Oi, chica. Why don't you come home with us, no? You look like you got no place to stay." The Spanish man chuckled lightly.
"Screw zhat," the Albino butted in. "I'll just do zhis whore now and get zhis over vith." With those words alone did your fear and devastation go up to a maximum.
"No…" you tried forcing out of your broken throat while the Albino slithered his hand up your legs. "..stop…STOP IT!" You jumped up and kicked, trying scrambling your way out of the alley, when the Frenchman caught your wrist and dragged you back, making you scream in horror and dismay. Together, he and the Spaniard held you down while the Albino delivered a sharp piercing slap to your cheek, making you cry in pain. Why…why?,you thought.
"Nein, mein liebe," he said with evil and lust in his voice. "you can't get avay, ve got you now.." he continued where his hands left off and slid past the hem of your dress till it reached to where…
"Vhat…" his expression went from total villain to confused. "no unterwäsche?" and again, his villainous face appeared once more with a slight chuckle. "less work for me, kesesese~"

"NOOOOOOO-O-O."You began to cry bloody murder and scream with desolation and misfortune from both what happened and before and what was happening now. No matter how much you kicked and swung your petite body, the other two would grip you tighter. Face it- you were done for. Just let the man have you and kill you when he's through.

"Kesesesese~ you sure are-"his sentence terminated with a loud clunk, and his head fell to the ground, followed by two more clunks, leaving the other two down. Was this the end? Are you dead?

"Not smart." You heard a voice that was all too familiar. It was deep and rich yet kind and soft. "Come" You took the 'stranger's' hand and went off until the dim streetlight shone on his face, bring you, for once, a smile you waited for.

"Berwald!" you cried as you hugged the Swedish beau, tears flowing down your face, while his face remained contempt and expressionless like always. But pretty soon, you weren't so happy. Not that you didn't like being saved, but all those memories came back. What happened just now…what happened with Mathias- all in one night. The pain, it was too hard to handle and hold back. Pretty soon you were sobbing and weeping into Berwald's chest. You bawled all the way to the hotel room he had just booked for you. With no more tears, he gently rested you on the bed. Your eyes were dry and you were unbearably sleepy.

You were fast asleep to even witness Berwald kiss your palm and say, "I'll see you tomorrow."

To be continued…