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Green-Eyed Monster	By : HalcyonEve Category: +G through L > Harvest Moon Views: 1605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Harvest Moon: A New Beginning, and the locations and characters in this story belong to Natsume Inc. and MarvelousAQL Inc. The plot is my own. I do not profit from this work.

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Monster
“Oooh, honey, you look awful!” Olivia exclaimed.
“Thanks,” Allen replied, sarcastically. Though he was sure she was right—he hadn’t even felt up to leaving his house until just a few minutes ago. Even then, he’d ventured out only after trading his usual eyeglasses for a pair of dark shades, and only because he had wanted to get a cup of strong coffee and a bite to eat before Olivia’s tea shop closed for the day. “A slice of apple pie, please, and a cup of the strongest, blackest coffee you can make.”
Olivia shook her head slowly. “No, sweetie, you don’t want that coffee. Trust me. I’ll make you something that’ll make you feel much better. Just have a seat.”
He sighed and paid up, then picked a seat with his back to the slowly sinking sun. A few minutes later, she brought a large slice of apple pie, oozing spicy, syrupy juices, and a tall glass of some reddish drink. His nose crinkled up as he sniffed at it, then he looked up at her, hesitant to try it.
“Go on, you’ll thank me for it later,” she said, smiling at him.
He took a cautious sip, and nearly spewed it out. “What the hell is this?” he said, grimacing and shuddering.
“Just drink it, Allen,” she said, sighing. “It’ll help, really. I’ll get you a cup of café au lait to go with your pie if you drink it all down like a good boy. On the house.”
“Fine,” he replied, picking up the glass and eyeing it suspiciously as she went to make his coffee.
When she returned with the oversized cup in her hands, he screwed his eyes tightly shut and drank the entire glassful quickly, gasping afterwards as he grabbed the cup from her and took a large gulp. “Do you mind telling me what I just drank, exactly?” he said, still shuddering.
“Kombucha, mixed with pomegranate juice and freshly grated ginger,” she replied.
“Kom-what?” he said, tackling his pie. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a sweetened, cultured tea drink. It’s really good for you—just what you need when you’re feeling under the weather, so to speak.”
“Well, it was vile, so it has to work,” he said, shaking his head as he reached for his coffee.
As he was finishing his snack, he heard footsteps approaching. Looking around, he saw Iroha walking up to his table. Waving her to the seat opposite him as he finished his bite, he watched as she quietly sat and looked at him, her hands on her lap, poised as always.
“Can I get you anything?” he offered. She shook her head, so he looked at her, a curious look in his eyes. “Then what can I do for you, Iroha? Is something wrong?”
She looked down at her hands, as if collecting her thoughts, then looked back up at him. “It’s Rio. I’m worried about her, Allen, and I don’t know who to turn to.”
Scowling and leaning in closer to her, he said, sharply, “Rio? Why? What’s wrong?”
“It’s just… she’s changed. It started not too long after she and Rod started dating. We’ve been best friends, you know, ever since I moved here. But starting sometime last spring, she stopped coming to visit me. She all but ignores me, now. If I go to visit her, she never has time…. And I rarely see her at festivals. I think the last one I saw her at was the fireworks festival in the summer. She didn’t even come to the foliage festival a few days ago. We’d always gone to gather leaves together, every year we’ve done that. But this year she wasn’t there. And you know how much she loves the roasted sweet potatoes. It’s her favorite festival, I think.”
He gave her a keen look. “You don’t think it’s just the normal behavior of a young woman in love? Neglecting her friends for her boyfriend? Unfortunate, of course, but very common, don’t you think?”
Iroha shook her head vigorously. “No. At first, I wondered if it was only that, too. But there’s more to it than that. She just acts… differently. Oh, it’s so hard to explain it!” She scowled in frustration. “But something doesn’t feel right.”
Allen leaned back in his seat and looked at the girl opposite him, sipping the last of his coffee as he watched her thoughtfully. Finally, he set his cup down and said, “No. Something doesn’t feel right. And I intend to try to find out why.” He stood, neatly stacking his cup and saucer on his plate, then looked down at her with a smile. “You’re a good friend, Iroha. And she may need that more than anything at this time. So do me a favor—stay home Tuesday. Don’t go to the festival.” Then he slowly walked back to his house, shoulders hunched against the cool fall breeze, lost in thought.

The day of the fall crop festival and competition dawned bright and clear. The village had enjoyed an Indian summer this year, and the day promised to be unseasonably warm. At the festival grounds, Allen leaned against a fencepost not far from the entrance. He’d been one of the first to arrive, for once, and there had been no sign of either Rio or Rod so far—nor of Neil, yet. So he kept an unobtrusive surveillance, waiting for any of the three to appear.
Finally, just as Dunhill closed the competitions to new entries and strode towards the front to open the festival, Neil wandered in. He looked disheveled, and Allen sighed—if he was half asleep or hungover, he wasn’t going to be much help, if any. But then he caught sight of his face, his eyes clear and focused, his expression grim as he scanned the grounds, and Allen knew he could rely on him to back him up.
“They’re not here,” he said, strolling over. “I’ve been watching all morning.”
Neil nodded. “Figured as much. What do you want to do, then? It’s your call.”
“Let’s head to the farm, first, and see what there is to see.”
“Well, let’s get going then. No point wasting time talking.” Neil turned and started to walk towards the exit, and Allen fell in alongside him.
Rio’s farm was on the opposite side of the village, at the end of a long, tree-lined drive. They walked slowly, the better to move silently, so it took nearly half an hour for them to reach her house. As they approached, they heard voices, but couldn’t make any words out at first. Then as they drew nearer, moving even more carefully, they began to discern speech. Allen jumped slightly when he heard a muffled cry, as if in pain.
“Keep it down, Rio. I told you—no talking unless I give you permission. Not a peep out of you. And remember—if you don’t do as you’re told, I have that gag right here.”
A pause, and then Rod’s voice continued, sounding smug. “That’s my girl. You just do what you’re told, and you’ll be fine. You know you only ever get hurt when you try to fight me or disobey me. And you know, you’re just getting what you deserve. So just hold still a moment, while I finish this knot…”
They were just outside the door by then, which had been left open, along with the windows. Apparently Rod had decided that there wasn’t any risk of discovery, since no one had ever come looking for Rio—until today. They could hear him grunting as if in effort, and looked at each other, Allen’s horror reflected in Neil’s eyes. Then they took another step and looked in the door.
Rio’s house was a small, one-room cabin, and her bed was on the far side from the front door. They saw Rod, stripped naked, kneeling on the bed, his back more or less to him. Lying before him was Rio, completely nude. Her hands were bound behind her back and her knees were bent sharply, her ankles tied to her thighs, forcing her into a frog-like position on the bed before him. He was just pulling the rope tight and knotting it on her second leg when they looked in.
“There, good and tight! The festival’s over in three hours; if you’re a good girl, I’ll untie you then,” he said, chuckling with glee as he leaned back to admire his handiwork. Allen was repelled to see that Rod had a massive erection as he gloated over his victim.
Rod began to stroke her along her back and her thighs, then started to prod between her legs. “Tsk. You’re too dry, Rio. You need to work on that. I expect better from you.” Then, just as he poised himself behind her, Allen and Neil burst into the room.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Allen shouted, bolting towards them as Rod leaped up and away from the bed.
“What the fuck is going on?” Neil growled, simultaneously, as he strode menacingly towards Rod. Rod backed away, his eyes wide and his mouth open and working as if to speak, though no words came out. Neil cornered him and pinned him to the wall by his throat, glaring down into his ghostly-pale face. “What are you doing to Rio?” he asked.
Looking over at the bed, he watched as Allen first attempted to untie the knots, then, swearing loudly, he pulled out his expensive shears from the holster he kept strapped to his leg at all times and began to cut the ropes off. Neil noticed a strangely pleased look in Rod’s eyes and tightened his grip. “I asked you a question,” he snarled.
Rod cringed and struggled to get free. “Nothing!” he croaked. “I mean, she likes it when I do this!”
Allen had finished cutting the ropes by then, and Rio had sat up and pulled the sheet up over her naked body, her face crimson. He looked down at the shivering form before him, but she didn’t look up, just stared down at the bed. In a soft voice, he said, “Is that true, Rio? Do you? Is this… consensual?”
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly, barely perceptibly, she nodded her head. She stopped and looked over at Rod, still trapped by Neil’s hand. As she stared fearfully at the red-headed man, Allen saw tears beginning to gather in her eyes. Then she began to shake her head vigorously. “No! I don’t… I didn’t… I hate it when he does this to me!” And she began to cry, burying her face in her hands as her sobs shook her whole body. Allen reached out to her, and at first she shrank away from him, but then she turned and leaned into him as he put his arms around her, rubbing her back to comfort her.
Neil turned back to Rod, narrowing his eyes as he growled, “What should we do with this slimeball? Tie him up and throw him into the river?”
Allen glared at his former friend. “No. I have a much better idea. Go ahead and tie him up for now. Oh, and make sure to tie him good and tight. We wouldn’t want him to get away, would we? Not when he’s been such a bad boy.”
Neil grinned, a vicious, feral grin, into Rod’s face. “My pleasure,” he said, with a low chuckle, and Rod began to look a little queasy.
Helping Rio to her feet, Allen handed her the clothing that had been tossed aside earlier. She hesitated, and he turned his back to give her some privacy, glaring instead at Rod as he stood between them, blocking Rio from his view. Rod squirmed uncomfortably, but Neil was too strong by far.
As soon as Rio finished dressing, she sat on the edge of the bed. In all that time, the only words she’d spoken were to repudiate Rod’s claims, and she still was unable to meet Allen’s gaze. He held out his hand to her, and after a moment, she put her tiny hand in his and let him pull her up. Once on her feet, though, she nearly collapsed, shaking so hard still that she couldn’t stand on her own. So Allen scooped her up and held her gently in his arms, and carried her out the door just as Neil reached for one of the many coils of rope sitting on the nightstand.
He carried her all the way to Iroha’s house. Not bothering to knock, he just nudged the sliding door open with his foot and carried her on in, past the smithy where Iroha, surprised by their unexpected arrival, had been hard at work, and up into her living quarters. He set her gently down on the small sofa in her living room just as Iroha dashed in, still removing her work apron.
“What is it? What’s happened? Is she okay?” Iroha exclaimed, looking from Allen to Rio and back again, her brown eyes large and startled.
“No, Iroha, she’s not okay. But I think she will be, now. Remember what I told you a few days ago? Now’s the time she needs your friendship, more than ever before. Take care of her for me, will you? I have some… unfinished business to attend to.” He looked down at the shivering, huddled girl on the sofa, and reached out a hand to stroke her hair gently. Then he turned and left, his face grim.
Back at Rio’s house, he found Neil grinning maliciously, standing over Rod as he lay on his back on the floor, wrists and ankles tied together as he squirmed uncomfortably. He was still naked, but no longer proud and gloating. Neil was saying, as Allen walked in, “Pipe down, pipsqueak, or I’ll go get that gag you were threatening Rio with.”
“Ugh,” Allen exclaimed as he walked up to them and looked down at Rod. “I don’t want to carry him like this all the way through town. Do you?”
“Hell no. I guess we could drag him?”
“Ha! Like one of those little kid pull toys? That might almost be worth doing,” Allen said, smirking. Rod turned bright red, but seeing Neil edge a little closer to the nightstand where a ball gag was lying, waiting, he closed his mouth and kept quiet.
Allen looked at him for a moment, thinking. Then he snapped his fingers. “Got it. We can tie him to a pole and carry him that way. You know, like in photographs of big game hunters carrying their prey?”
Neil nodded and grinned. “Perfect. I’m sure Rio’s got a good, sturdy pole somewhere in that shed of hers. Hang on, I’ll look.”
He returned a few minutes later with a thick, sturdy pole in his hands. “This should do it. All right, give me a hand here.”
It took about ten minutes to get him tied to the pole, since they had to undo his bonds first, then retie his wrists and ankles around the pole. Working in unison, they hoisted the pole up onto their shoulders, both staggering momentarily as they adjusted to their squirming burden. When Rod started to protest loudly, Neil gave an exasperated snort and lowered his end again. Stalking over to the nightstand, he grabbed the ball gag and returned, cramming it into Rod’s mouth and fastening it tightly.
“Much better,” he muttered, then he shouldered his share of the load again. “So where’re we taking him?”
Allen grinned broadly. “Just follow my lead—you’ll see.”
Neil chuckled, and they started out the door and up the long driveway.
It was a long walk, and since there wasn’t much time left until the festival ended, Allen decided to take the back road through the forest. They emerged from the woods near a peculiar house at the far edge of town, nestled against encroaching forest. No one was in sight, and so the two proceeded towards this odd house.
Allen pounded on the door, and after a moment, it swung open. The interior was dark, and all that Neil could make out was a pale face with luminescent violet eyes staring out at them.
“Yes? What do you want?” a sultry voice purred.
“Hello, my lady. I have a present for you,” Allen replied, sounding oddly formal.
The door opened wider, and the violet eyes moved to the side. Allen led the way in, and Neil followed, albeit somewhat uncertainly.
The interior was very dim, but suddenly there was a flash, and a number of sconces and lamps flared up with purple flames. In the eerie half-light, Neil saw a slender, shapely woman, her fair hair bathed in a violet glow, peering at Rod hanging from the pole between them. “So. This is your gift to me?” she asked, and looked up again.
“Forgive me if I am mistaken,” Allen said as they lowered Rod to the cold stone floor. “But ever since your arrival, you’ve been seeking a suitable subject for your… experiments, have you not? Well, here is a healthy, young man who knows a thing or two about experimentation—particularly about subjugation. I thought he would be just what you are looking for.”
“Oh, is that so?” she purred. “Untie him.”
Allen and Neil complied, removing the gag last of all. “What the hell—” Rod began, angrily, as he rubbed his wrists.
“You will not speak, Toad, until you are given permission to do so!” the violet-eyed sorceress snapped, and he fell into terrified silence.
“Is he willing?” she asked, turning to look at Allen.
“As willing as the young girl he’s been torturing and raping,” he replied, drily. “You know her, I believe—Rio is her name.”
“Rio… yes. A friend of my nemesis, Sephia. Yet all the same, not a bad soul. I confess I’ve grown to find her company less irritating than most. And she often brings me gifts of my favorite grapes from her farm. So he was abusing her, was he? Well, my fine young man, we reap what we sow, don’t we?” she purred in her rich, husky voice, stroking his cheek with long, slender fingers.
“Y-yes, ma’am,” he replied, watching her fearfully.
“You will address me as Princess!” she shouted, slapping him hard across his cheek.
“Y-yes, P-p-princess!” he stammered, eyes wide.
Allen smiled. “If you will excuse us, my lady, I believe that he is in very good hands.” And with a slight bow, he turned and headed for the door. Neil stared for a moment, then likewise bowed slightly before hurrying after him.
As they closed the door, they could hear a faint sound of sobbing, followed by another shout. “Not a sound from you, Toad!” and another sharp slapping sound.
“Very good hands, indeed,” Allen said, with a wide, mirthless grin.
Neil stared at him for a minute. “You… you’re actually kinda scary, you know that?”
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