Bleach, Ulquiorra/Orihime, forbidden, "A terrible thought has moved into my mind"
“If it were me, I would be angry at my friend’s lack of foresight, barging into Hueco Mundo without understanding the limits of their strength.” She can’t stand it. She hates it here, hates this room, and this not-a-man, and everything he touches. Her hand moves like something separate from her, stinging as the slap echoes around her claustrophobic little room. His head is turned down slightly from the force of it. She’s breathing hard.
“I have orders not to harm you right now,” he says, looking up at her finally with eyes like glass beads, stalking towards her. She can’t help herself; she cowers before him. His fingers clench hard enough on her arm that she thinks he must be leaving bruises. “Once those orders no longer stand, I’ll take more pleasure than you know in breaking off each of those little fingers and devouring them.”