It was over, all if it...How could she have lost? After the decades of fighting, losing everything she loved and had, sacrificing herself for stranger-and yet-she is punished for what she tried to finish. What she tried to save, what she tried to stop, all of her struggles squandered as much as her humanity.

It was my fault, all of it...

She would murmur these words while she lies still on the stone dungeon floor. There was no light where she lies, there forlorn and lifeless in her most despondent state. Her face covered in blood and dominated by a trite, jaded expression. Her once sparkling eyes were now glistening with numb tears and half-lidden. She gazed at a single shadow, the darkness that surrounded her. Her dress, once beautiful, was now blood-stained and practically in clinging shreds. And her once admirable flesh, blood-stained, starved, and ashen. Her body dominated by unhealed bruises, scars, and other wounds that hurt more than just her body.

She lie there on the cold dungeon floor, wrists bound by shackles whose chains bound her to the wall. As she lies there she would gaze at nothing, not blinking, with jaded eyes...With a tired and idealess mind;

I cannot be forsaken...

She would cry in forlorn hope.

Kamay sitodo lada nibonimoe...

Suddenly Diva stopped sing and plopped down onto a chair. She seemed to be dejected lately, apparently, something was missing or wanted. Yet, no one could figure it out.

"Is something wrong my beloved Diva?" Carl asked.

"Yes," Diva replied sharply. She looked at Carl and smirked, and then let out a childish sigh.

"Saya nee-sama is all alone in that cold dungeon; food deprived, forlorn, weak, and hopeless...It is not enough to satisfy me," Diva complained. She smirked impishly as she walked over to Carl.

"I want nee-sama to suffer more," Diva said and then continued. "Carl, I want you to break Saya." Carl smirked, his mind overwhelmed with dark thoughts. He though about how much fun it would be to break his soulmate born unwanted. He would show her that Hell was just fire-and-ash, that he would bring her true affliction.

"Carl, beat Saya nee-sama, rape her, impregnate her. Then, not only will nee-sama want to die, but then her children will suffer. Take your time with her Carl, I want to see her suffer for as long as the breaking and the impregnation takes," Diva said evilly. Carl stood up and smirked.

Indeed he would take his time.

The dungeon door opened but Saya dare not move.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Carl asked evilly. Saya heard him walk over to her, his shoes making a sound that echoed off of the walls. He suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, Saya hissed in pain. He looked into her eyes and smirked. He stroked her cheek, his finger trailing down to her neck.

"So tormented, so blood-stained, so...Beautiful," he said in a derisive stone. He dropped Saya and then pulled her up by the chains that bound her shackles to the stone wall. He pulled them up so far that Saya was forced to stand, which she couldn't do at the time. He pushed her against the wall, earning a soft whimper from her. He leaned into her face and smirked, his hands setting on her face. Pure sorrow and fear in Saya's eyes.

His lips brushed up against hers and his kiss transformed into a dominant, lustful lip-lock. Saya whimpered and wriggled, trying to escape but she could not. His lips traveled downward, sucking at her neck and biting, but not hard enough to make her bleed. Suddenly, Saya's lips were drawn to his neck. She felt her fangs slid down from her gums as her lips came in contact with the flesh of Carl's thin yet strong neck. She needed blood more than anything now; she would need to feed to be strong enough to evade all this pain. To bring peace back she needed to bring pain.

Her demonic fangs sank into Carl's neck, a soft moan escaping her enemy's lips. Saya's hands clasped his shoulders as his blood filled her mouth. She swallowed; pure nectar poured down her throat...The blood of an angel...Her eyes tinted a scarlet-crimson color.

Suddenly, her torso convulsed with pain, her mouth burned and she spat out the blood in her mouth. Carl backed away from her and observed her as she fell to the ground; writhing and screaming in agony. She vomited up the blood in her stomach, tears beginning to shed from her eyes.

"Silly girl, my blood makes you sick..." he mocked. He kicked Saya in her stomach as she tried to crawl away. Saya plopped onto the ground and Carl continued to beat her in her most defenseless and forlorn state. Too weak to fully heal, remains of scars, cuts, and bruises imprinted themselves on her once clean skin. Saya laid still as Carl's kick and punches continued, hoping to die right there and then as her blood pooled beneath her, deriving from the vomiting and wounds. However, he did not only kick and punch her. For he began to stab her with a spike from his claw; she screamed as he stabbed her and even louder as the spike receded from her flesh. She healed up, very very slowly, some wounds not even healing all the way. She did not know how long the beating lasted, but it was pure hell to her body and mind.

Expecting Carl to stab her again she braced herself; instead, Carl knelt before her and grabbed her. He kissed her cheek, soon licking the tears on her face away as he cupped her face. He became fiercer; he began pushing her against the wall and kissing her fiercely, his fearful hands groping her body.

Saya knew what she had to do. Suffer, but yet keep fighting for what she believes. A crazy and desperate thought came to her mind. What if I give him what he needs or wants...? Whatever that maybe, perhaps then he'll help me with I need. She thought. In a weak voice offered;

"Carl...I'll give you what you want as long you can help me..." she said.

Suddenly, the shackles that bound her wrists were broken off, her wrists fragile and bruised from the shackles that had been locked so tightly on her wrists. Carl kissed her bruises teasingly and smirked as Saya looked at him feebly. The firelight of the dungeon caressing her face made her look as if she was a fallen angel.

She realized that Carl had no intention of saving her, only breaking her. Saya wriggled as he dare pick her up into his arms. He was warm, Saya was cold. For she was shivering and her skin goose-bumped from the fresh blood caressing her skin.

"Cold, are we? I can fix that," he promised evilly.

"You make my skin crawl..." she whispered angrily, her attempts to elude Carl becoming more and more futile.

"There so much more I can make your skin do," he guaranteed evilly.

Saya wriggled feebly as he carried her from the dungeon to the mansion upstairs. The hallways were empty, except for them and the impish giggling of Diva. Her song broke through after her laughter, echoing in the hallways.

AhohohohahohohohahohohahahAHH!

No

Tashbano, ni to no nimono

Valmay sahano nada!

AhahahahAHH!

AhahahahAHH!

AhahahahAHHHHH!

Carl eagerly tossed Saya onto his bed. Saya, who was too weak to fight any further, lie whimpering and trembling on her back, she heard Carl shut the door, unsure if he had locked it or not. From a short distance she heard clothes being shed, not daring to glance at her enemy, she closed her eyes and turned her head aside. It wasn't long before Carl was crawling onto her pale form.

He tore away the shreds of clothes that clung to Saya's flesh. Crimson caressed Saya's skin; the metallic aroma of blood still fresh...Only aroused him further and made him want her more than ever. He kissed her from her chest up; taking her nipple in his mouth and between his fingers: sucking and licking. To the neck, biting impishly but not sucking any blood. To her chin, his breathe flowing over her lovely sullen face. To her lips, forcing her into a lip lock, his passion pouring into her.

His bare pale flesh, his passion, the heat his body was giving off; something that Saya had only seen in her worst nightmares.

Saya gasped and tried to escape but it was no use. Carl was so much strong than her. She was so weak, so pale, and so hungry. As Carl's hair stroked her face, his lips continued downward her neck, this time sucking at unhealed scars and bruises. Saya could feel Carl warm and harden between her legs as he dare violate her body. Saya tried to scream but her throat was parched and aching.

No one was going to save her. Everyone who tried to protect her was gone...She deserved retribution...

She turned her head aside and gazed at the door. Carl's thrusts continued; the fierce and lustful caresses...The pain. The entire time, Saya knew that the door was open a crack. For her sister's deadly, childish sapphire orbs gazed at her. Pink lips forming an impish smirk on the innocent face she had stolen, for it was Riku's face.

"That's it Carl, break her, force her..." her sister commanded evilly.

"Riku..." Saya's whispered in a hoarse voice. "Be with me."

She wept, trying to forget the horrible and scarlet thing her enemy was doing to her.