...o freak out!" She raised her wrist until it was right in front of his face, "Now, I want you to start drinking my blood."
Ichigo swallowed his protest and decided to attempt what she wanted. "Close your eyes again, take my arm, and taste me," she directed forcefully.
He did as she asked and as soon as the metallic taste hit his tongue, he began sucking in earnest. "Good," she crooned as the feel of him sucking at her skin like that was making her horny as hell, but she refused to give in just yet. "Now, while you drink, think about the bad things. Think about the men that raped your mother. Think about what you would do if you had those men in front of you right now. Now, think about the man who raped you. Remember how it felt to be helpless while at the mercy of that sick sonuva bitch. Let it all out so that you may destroy them all. Feel the anger and the hatred...let it spread through your body and consume you."
Ichigo did his best to set his mind free. Her words touched the darkest part of his soul, and the rage he usually kept locked deep inside coursed into his veins like wildfire. That rage coupled with her potent blood exploded when he thought of that sick fuck, Mayuri and what he would like to do to him.
Rukia knew something was happening when she heard deep growls emanate from his throat. His grip on her arm ti...