Ewiituntmay: Hello ^-^, okay so this is a new fic that is angsty, there are two possbible 'pairs' for this fic...it was originally LxOC, but I think it could also be BxOC... So, read it, get back to me and let me know wat you think sounds better ^-^...oh, and this fic will pobably be mostly reader inspired, or something along those lines...and a warning for now, these chapters will probably be short, and this is rated M for a reason, rape, blood, violence, etc. Okay, okay, please read it and Enjoy...eh I think...?

Disclaimer: Only plot and OCs belong to me, 'nuff said.

~Prologue~

A shiver ran down through my body as the cold air hit me like ice fingers trailing down my spine, my teeth chattered slightly as well. I felt another tremble run through me at the sound of footsteps echoing loudly down the hallway but did nothing other than close my eyes for a few seconds. I could hear a few of the others in the room whimper or cry out slightly, there were ten of us in this room, and there were probably others in other rooms…but I couldn't be sure.

I heard the door open, the others tried to stifle their screams and such, I only let out a small breath and opened my eyes as I waited for whatever horrible thing would happen this time. It was probably going to happen to me…it usually did, I didn't think today would be any different. Especially if it was for protecting the boy. He glanced at me worriedly.

"You! Get up, hurry up." The man came over and kicked me hard in the side, I grunted from the impact, but did nothing other than try to stand up a little faster. I didn't really feel the pain anymore, I had gained a higher tolerance while in this place, though I had already had a high tolerance before coming here, it had grown considerably.

I felt the man tug on my dirty, tattered shirt at the collar, pulling it further up my torso, exposing my bare thighs even more. I knew that any of the other children who were watching would have seen the numerous scars and bruises that already littered my body. I silently followed half walking, half being dragged out of the big room by the man. There were always two or three guys to escort one of the other kids, but for me there was ever only one, and another to make sure none of the kids in the room tried to overrun the one guy and escape.

The one guy let go of my collar once the door to the room was shut and began walking, I followed, too broken to try to protest or anything anymore, the only thing I did now was try not to get too hurt, or make matters worse. The man turned a corner and opened a door at the end of the hallway, I barely glanced up at him as he stepped aside to let me pass. Then…he came over, I felt my head want to sink lower, but after the door was shut, with just me and him in there I stopped and waited for today's torture, keeping my face entirely indifferent.

"Kneel before me." I quietly and gently dropped to my knees and waited for the man to give me the next order, then the pain, for it would be foolish for me to think that there would be no pain. He always made sure that I was in pain before sending me back to the room to wallow in my misery. I shut my mind down as the man stepped closer to me, he grabbed my shirt and nearly ripped it off of me and pushed me further down. I held in a hiss of pain, my wounds from three days ago still had not fully healed, though I knew it would be useless to complain, that would only earn more punishment.

Seconds later, I closed my eyes, I knew what was coming next, I could see the man from the corner off my eye and I knew what he was going to do to me. I took a deep breath and held it in as the whip came down, I let out a hiss this time, unable to keep it in at the sudden but fairly light pain the whip brought. I was prepared now that he'd already swung and it was much easier for me to hold in my sounds of almost nonexistent pain.

Finally, about eighteen lashes later he stopped, I opened my eyes a bit, absently wondering what was going to come next, and how much more pain it would cause me, now that I had gained enough tolerance of the lashings not to pass out after the fifteenth one. I glanced to the side to see him fixing the small bed in the corner on the far side of the room, I tried not to whimper, I hated him violating me in such a manner. I swallowed over the small lump in my throat and forced my mind further into the dark and black recesses of nothingness.

I watched blankly as he came back over and stopped in front of me, his pants and boxers fell and pooled around his ankles. I grit my teeth for all of a second before he noticed, if he noticed that there'd likely be even more punishment for me than whatever else he was planning.

The man reached down, his hand winding in my hair, pulling me closer to him. I closed my eyes as I leaned forward and opened my mouth, taking the man's erection as deep as I could. He would have it no other way, and most of the time he even pushed himself deeper than I could take him, making my throat burn more than it already was.

My eyes watered a little bit, I tried to keep the tears from falling, but few things I want could ever happen now a days. With luck he'd come quickly and we could move on to the next part or something, or maybe if he were sated enough he'd send me back to the room with the others, but I knew better than to try and act on this small hope. If anything such thoughts would only make my punishment worse.

I tried to keep my mind from the burning pain in my throat, but it was harder than it was with the lashings. A few seconds later, just as I tasted his salty seed beginning to leak into my mouth, he pulled away and still holding me by the hair he pulled me over to the bed. I frowned but hid it as best as I could, I didn't want him to do this to me, this could, when nothing else, debase me more than any or all of the other punishments put together.

"You dare to defy me by sticking up for that good for nothing boy?! I'll show you to defy me in such a manner!" he threw me onto the bed harshly, I did nothing, I didn't make a sound, though I almost let out a small squeak at the pain in my head as he released my hair. I bit my lip as he came over, I knew that I probably wouldn't be leaving this room for quite a long time now that I knew what he'd brought me here for. He brought me here to punish me for sticking up for that kid, he was only a child, the youngest besides me who'd ever been brought here…so far anyway. I suddenly found that I didn't mind the punishment as much… well I never really did anyway, but this time it had a certain type of justification for me. So I knew I could handle his punishment much easier now.

He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. I closed my eyes, as he leaned over me, he leaned down as though to whisper in my ear, when reality he bit it harshly. I hissed slightly, then tried hard to stifle the scream as he pushed himself fully and completely into me. I let out a muffled scream in any case and apparently it gave the man some satisfaction, because he grinned a bit. I had been completely unprepared for the intrusion, but other then the small sound I had done nothing, I hadn't let out another sound, or at least not just yet.

The sound had given the man a little bit of satisfaction, but I knew he'd want much more than just that one little scream, just as I knew he wouldn't be sending me back until he had me screaming until my throat hurt and my voice was gone. I would of course be unable to speak for days or even weeks afterward if he intended to punish me more than just today. In any case I tried hard to focus on my thoughts, instead of the searing pain between my legs.

I tried hard to keep the pain at bay and it wasn't too hard at first…until he started moving and none too gently either. I bit my lip hard, ignoring the fact that the man would probably only punish me more when he noticed, I only wanted to keep the sounds in, I hated it, it was searing, white-hot and felt like my body was being ripped in two, over and over again. The man didn't seem to particularly care about much else as he thrust himself into me, harder and faster each time, I couldn't bare to look at him, instead I turned my head to the side, willing my body to become numb to the pain, and after a while I really couldn't feel it anymore.

Finally, I don't know how long it actually took, but a while later the man finally came and his disgusting seed was released into me. I hated the way his essence felt inside me, it was so disgusting, I felt like it stuck to my skin, even if it never really touched my skin. I hated the way he smelled and the way he tasted, I hated him period. I didn't want to be here and once again for the millionth time, I contemplated ending my life. It was meaningless, I was useless unless I was being everyone else's scapegoat. I didn't want to be everyone's scapegoat or martyr or whatever. I didn't want to be here.

Tomorrow…I'll do it tomorrow…I'll ask Kay to get me a knife and do it tomorrow! I took a deep breath and held it as the man slumped above me, somewhat spent. I didn't move at all, knowing that any kind of movement would probably earn more punishment later. Finally, after what seemed an agonizing eternity, the man shifted, lifted himself up and pulled out of me roughly, as though he'd meant it to hurt, and from the look he was giving me and the way he'd treated me my entire life, I didn't have the slightest doubt for even a second that he always meant to hurt me, with everything he did.

I turned my head to the side again, he was still a little to sated to do anything just yet. I swallowed a bit, wondering what else was going to come, and yet at the same time I knew it was no use to be afraid or anything, it was only pain and it would end eventually…until he called me again, But he won't be able to do that anymore after tomorrow. The thought comforted me somewhat, until I noticed that the man wasn't as out of energy as he had been a few seconds ago.

I took another deep breath, I knew this was going to be much more painful and take much longer now that he was starting to regain his energy. I closed my eyes as he got off of the bed and grit my teeth hard as he grabbed my hair and dragged me roughly after him.

~Later on~

I sank back against the wall, that man had been very cruel today...because I had defended that little boy yesterday... probably embarrassed him...we all tensed up as footsteps could be heard echoing down the hall...the others cried out or whimpered, they probably thought one of them was going to be taken to be punished or something...I had become very adept at learning what was going to happen depending on the footsteps that were approaching, having been here the longest.

They're bringing in a new prisoner... I didn't have enough energy to feel sympathy for the newest prisoner...it wouldn't do me any good anyway, especially because I had somehow become everyone's scapegoat...their 'martyr' of a sort. I never had enough energy to even be pissed off about that, I mean I was only a young girl, they shouldn't come to me to protect them from that man! I sighed anyway, the door opened and a few people squeaked at the sight, I turned away as the prisoner was brought in and dumped in an unceremonious heap on the floor, not too far from me...I didn't want to see, I didn't want to see someone I'd feel compelled to protect, I didn't want this to become another person to me, only to have them disappear after the usual three months was up. Three months was the longest a person lived in this place...except me, and now the same boy I had protected yesterday.

"Oh, poor thing! Please help him...please?" I felt someone's eyes on me, I didn't have a name, so no one said a name when they were talking to me, it was either just their plea, or 'girl' or sometimes, though this happened rarely, it was 'honey' or even more rare, though the boy from yesterday had taken to calling me this, 'savior'. I sighed heavily, I was severely wounded and they still wanted me to do everything I could to protect them, and without fail I always did, because they were my reason to keep living... though I didn't know why. I turned and pushed myself away from the wall, then froze when I seen the newest prisoner, a boy, about three years older than me...maybe, he looked like he belonged here, like he'd been a prisoner for all of his life. He was pale, had dark bags under his eyes and was hunched over slightly. I could see dark bruises that he'd probably gotten when that man's scouts captured him.

I looked at him for a while, "What's your name?" all the other prisoners in the room were surprised by this, I had never really shown any personal interest in anyone, the closest thing had been when I had taken to the boy I had saved yesterday. The new boy looked over at me, I found that they were black, or as close to black as possible.

He moved his thumb from his mouth to reply, "L." I blinked and nodded once. I wasn't even mad or disappointed that I now had another person to protect, but I knew without a doubt that I would be protecting this boy, L, as well.

A/N: Okay, so this is the prologue to the story, review or message and tell me what you think. Um, well, see ya around ^-^
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