Hi hi~ It's me Loveless~ Thanks For reading into the first chapter of my fanfiction~ I love that you liked it enough to get this far~ This one may be a bit more graphic than the first and it has a bit more of Wizzy's new personality into it. ~ Well let's get to the story, oh and if you don't like torture revert your attention to a different story please and thank you~

~Loveless~

I opened my eyes to see the familiar gray walls around me. My body ached, but that was normal, considering I was covered in wounds and scars. I turned to the cell door, the welcoming sight of the dead body in the cell across from me didn't brighten the mood I was in. Ten years locked in a cell taking a dictator's punishment daily had gotten me pretty much done with everything. Why I hadn't died yet I had no clue, perhaps Myotismon was keeping me alive... or perhaps I was keeping myself alive with a small shred of hope the world would be saved and me along with it. I chuckled at that thought, remembering the first two years I spent in the cell, looking out the small window, hoping to the system that I'd see those chosen children (The ones I saw die) ride over the hill and defeat Myotismon once and for all. That didn't happen and I knew it wouldn't happen. I had given up on that long ago.

I had also lost my knack for magic, my thunder-balls and my attacks all but small sparks. Mind reading became hazy and barely audible and I couldn't levitate at all. My hair had become snow white during one day in the torture chamber from stress and I think my eyes were blood shot as well, for people who walked past the cells cringed when I looked at them. My clothes were all but rags, covering only the personal parts of my body, my cloak had disappeared years ago and my top half of my jumpsuit was torn off even earlier than that. I could see my ribs poking through my white skin, one was sunken in from the kick all those years ago.

I gazed back to the cell door as I heard the guard coming down the stairs; his heavy tread had become a common sound in this hell hole. Then came the dinging of his sword against the other cells up the hall way. The guard tended to be like his despot: cruel and a lover of suffering. He would, everyday as he came down the hallway to check on us, and bang the bars to wake us. He usually paused at the ones he saw weaker than the rest, and prodded and teased them slightly, for example he'd been doing that to the recently deceased man across from me for a few weeks now. He'd never done it to me however; perhaps he knew that if he got any closer than that blade to the bars I'd personally snap his neck.

He stopped today how ever, his beady eyes peering from his uncomfortable looking helmet.

"Ah I Guess I don't have to wake you, do I?" He chortled. I only scoffed, looking away. I didn't need to get involved with him. "A new bitch is taking my place here... did ja know that?" I only glanced slightly. I could see the sneer in his evil little eyes. "She's a Gatomon too... I heard ya liked one of them..." I snapped to look at him only for a moment, and then looked away. I could feel a hot rage bubbling in my gut at the mere mention of the name. "She's a real bitchy one too, beat the shit out of the drill instructor yesterday in practice... maybe you and her can get busy too since you always seem to have a stick up yer- "

I had enough of his bullshit. I rushed to the bars in a split second and gripped his cloth collar.

"Kindly do the worlds a favor: shut the fuck up and do your damn job..." I hissed hotly. He stared in slight horror, and then hit my hands to get me off of him. They were cut pretty deep, but I didn't care.

The laughter near by startled me. A white cat-like digimon appeared behind the guard and I instantly staggered back. She was almost exactly like her. Her one good bright blue eye sparkled in her dark laughter (the other was sown shut).

"Well I see why I am replacing your ass" She laughed. "Cant even keep a prisoner off you! You're lucky he didn't snap your neck…"

I smiled slightly. Her sense of humor was the same too… She glanced at me with a sneer.

"Jesus… you're more ugly than a drowned rat aren't cha?" She chortled. "I'm guessing you're the one Lord Myotismon told me to look out for right?" I looked away, realizing with disgust that I was thinking of Gatomon again. The mere look of this digimon made my skin crawl.

She stared patiently, and then glared. I felt a cold breeze as a whip of some sort hit me across my back.

"Answer me when I speak to you! I know you're not dumb…" she hissed hotly and I only glared back. The wound hurt alright, but I'd felt worse. She seemed to be even more angry about the glare. She flung open the cell door and snapped back to the gaurd. " Get me that damn poker over there..." She hissed, her voice almost demonic.

The gaurd's eyes widened. "B-But.. Lord Myotismon w-wanted him not to be tor-" He stammered only to have her claws across his face.

"Lord Myotismon doesn't rule down here! I DO" Her face was contorted into rage and then softened into an evil grin. "I am the Warden and I will show my place..."

I watched from the cell, sure that the "poker" was the branding tool that I had seen used on so many victems before and I personally didn't care.

The thing that surprised me was that Myotismon wanted me safe. Now why did he want that? The gaurd shuffled back with the large bucket, steam wafting from it and out into the cold air. The "Warden" smiled and pulled out the long metal stick from the bucket, it's tip a bright white. I didn't move, personally knowing if I struggled it would probably be worse.

"Hold him" The Warden sneered, her lips curled showing her perfectly sharpened teeth. The gaurd gripped my arms and I realised in horror she was coming torwards my face. Instinct took over then. My legs thrashed wildly beneath me as the poker's hot tip got closer to my right cheek, the smell of molten metal stinging the air near me.

The pain was unbearable. She didn't have to go so slow with it. She seemed to smile wider as she slowly arched down my cheek, the only thing comping from my lips was a barely audiable whine. When she finally got it off my face I could still feel it agianst it. The sickly sweet smell of my own skin burning filled the air. The gripped my neck slightly as the gaurd let go and my vison started to blur.

"You going to ignore me again? hm?" She hissed. I dont remember what I said but it must have pleased her because she dropped me to the ground and they both left my cell. I watched her form go out of sight and my vison faded to black.