SO this is actually the first time I've written something so dark. I'm writing this as I've already finished the story. This is my after thoughts but your first thoughts. I don't know why I do this. I just I'm trying to make sense of my self right now.

I suppose I just wanted to say hello to ElionFrost. Thanks for being the first brave reviewer, and I hope that I don't make you hate me after this chapter. But if you do – I will say thanks for enduring my insanity thus far. Keep up the good work.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

Warning: Trigger Warning for Sexual Content/Rape. Please be advised.

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Chapter 3: Despoilment

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Misa swore she saw a flash of terror in his eyes but it was gone in an instant, eyes hardening cold. He moved, one arm pulling away from keeping her still and now to his belt. Misa kept still, she watched as he removed it from his pants.

Misa only made her move when his other arm broke free from her all together. It would require a mere second of strength build up which Misa was prepared to do. She summoned everything she had, and managed to get her arms off the ground, barreling them forward like a bat straight into the right side of BB's head with a resounding thwack.

When she watched BB reel off her, her heart danced with joy. She didn't wait a moments notice to roll to her tummy in attempts to push her unexposed feet off the ground. A reason to be thankful that she was naked. The cold only fueled her to go further and the lack of socks allowed her body not to slide back from the marbled flooring beneath her.

At first she stumbled, the handcuffs around her leg making it hard for great strides. The model groaned at the impact of her knees hitting such a hard surface but pushed the pain aside. What really mattered here was that the raven haired man continued to lay still ever unmoving. She secretly hoped the blow caused some sort of permanent damage in the future.

With the thought giving her some peace she crawled toward the nearest door not really caring where it took her. As long as she could find something sharp, she could drive it into his fucking face. That would teach him for treating her like some sort of caged animal. The bluish black bruises clear on her arms as she fiddled with the door. She would not forgive him.

Never.

It was practically a blessing when she heard the door click open, but she also felt that blessing ripped away from her when a light moan came from behind her. Her head whipped back to see BB starring up at her makeshift form with a groggy expression. A stream of blood running down his head, just over his right eye. His teeth gritting as it seemed he was battling his own wave of dizziness.

Misa could only frown at the new development and cursed to herself on how she should have just beat him to death when she had the chance. If only her thoughts weren't so clouded on getting away.

"Fucking bitch," He sneered as he started to get back on his own feet with his own wobble in the process. He looked almost like a drunk as he swayed back and forward in an attempt to stop her from escaping. She kept sputtering on how inhumane he must have been to recover so fast but somehow managed to jerk out of her shock when she finally felt the door that must have been creaking open behind her.

It didn't take Misa very long to whirl towards it in an instant. The model using her finger tips to pry it wider as she attempted to slip out and would plan to close it behind her.

BB followed close behind though.

She was extremely lucky when a grip of her golden locks became unreachable by a mere second. Misa breathed out in relief but perhaps too early because something caught hold of her right leg and held her still. Misa grit, looking forward in hoped to find something to grab onto but could only note the fact that she had stumbled onto a stairwell.

Misa winced when his grip tightened but she placed her hands flat on the floor and tried to pull forward. She only needed to separate from him for another moment.

'Fight him.' Her mind urged and she told herself almost crazily that was! 'KICK HIM.' Her brain screamed, and she nodded. Head turning to face him but as she did a single snap halted her thoughts all together.

A sharp feeling shot through her body. Misa thought he had poured some sort of hot liquid on her because her skin felt like it was melting from the burning sensation that came in contact with her. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes when another blow came. This time it felt like fire-melded steel had licked her skin and she felt a triggering desperation to get away overcome her.

Her freed left leg now scrapping against metal as she flailed to get away from his weapon. Yet again she realized there was nothing to get hold of outside the door. The railing just too damn far out of her reach.

His laughter rose with every strike, but even it that hellish moment – her mind felt clear. It absorbed that she must have been in some sort of abandoned building – far from the task forces detecting radar.

When the strikes seemed to slow, Misa realized that she must have stopped fighting back at some point. Maybe because she was in awe over the fact that her brain felt more clearer than ever before. Information no longer seemed scattered and confusing. It was like she had transcended to a higher being of intelligence. A gift from the gods or a curse?

Either way it had dawned on her that she had chosen the wrong door. There was just no way she could safely get down those flight of stairs without stumbling and possibly ending up in a far worse position than now.

An anguished sob escaped from her lips as she let her head drop to the floor with a defeated thud. The tears ran down so bitterly, but at least she had tried.

She had tried.

An attempt that would surely be one of many.

It didn't take long for BB to be over her, breathing like a deranged animal claiming its prized hunt in victory. He held the door open with his body as he finally let go of her leg, so she could have a fleeting second of relaxation before he stole it away with a strong grip to the back of her head. BB yanked her from the floor and pulled her head back in attempts to get her to look directly into his searing red orbs.

"Look what you made me do Amane-san." He chided her. However her eyes drifted elsewhere, trying to seem deviant in her last moments of the day. BB grunted at this, tugging so hard that she was sure that he managed to pull a couple strands out. Especially so when he almost lost grip on her and had to grip hold on another bunch. Blonde strands at his feet. "Look." He demanded this time sounding at the tip of his own iceberg of insanity and she gave in out of fear and humiliation.

Misa's orbs weakly ran over the damage that had been done. She winced slightly when she saw the gash forming clearly from all the tugging to break her left leg free. Misa could only swallow roughly when her eyes examined her right leg's situation. Their were lasting marks embedded into her skin where the belt had made contact. The sting still scorching through her as if to represent to her that she had lost this battle.

Misa had made move to counter but he had never given her the chance to. Instead he continued to yank her aside and back up to her feet even though she no longer felt she had a connection to them. It was almost like she was paralyzed from waist down but clearly wasn't as she somehow was dragged forward to the side of the staircase's railing.

In a twisted turn of events, BB forced her to look down. Her eyes practically slide into saucers, brain reeling in the information he was feeding her.

Too high.

They were extremely high up, and if she would fall, it would surely be to her death. "Do you really want to die Amane-san because I certainly don't mind getting rid of baggage." He stated as a matter of fact as he proceeded to press into her, pushing her body into the railing. She gaped when his left hand slid down to her ass and pressed her slightly up. Her bottom now pressing against his hardened cock breathing out from his jeans.

Misa stiffened as he continued to lean, mouth hovering over her left ear sending tingles down her spine. "You see I do this sort of thing all the time." A sob escaped her lips when the sound of a zipper became undone. His manhood now sliding between her thighs.

At first she attempted to jerk but stopped when his right hand slowly dipped her forward as if ushering her further over the edge. Her breasts now hanging over adding weight to her already frightening position. "Careful," He warned with a dark chuckle, "You might fall..." Misa sobbed some more and he continued to laugh, "There, there." He told her when the tears really started to fall. "BB's here for you. Besides," He muttered as his left hand found it's way inside of her. "Look how wet you are."

"Please..." Misa croaked out as sweat pooled down from the top of her head. She was starting to feel the after effects of being upside down for so long. A wave of dizziness shattered her vision from all the blood that rushed to her head.

"Oh Amane-san and I thought beggingwas beneath you."

It was when she whimpered that he finally thrust himself inside her. She screamed, her voice echoing through the area but no one came. Only his voice would comfort her as he continued to take her, fast and hard, dominating her every step of the way.

When he was done with her, he yanked her back towards him. By now she was exhausted and broken. Nearly slipping out of consciousness but he wouldn't let her get that far as he forced her down on all fours and came on her face to add insult to injury.

He laughed at her frowning expression. "Oh please," He laughed at her attempts to make him feel guilty. "You weren't the first and you most certainly won't be the last. Get over yourself – the world no longer revolves around you Amane-san. Your in my domain now."

Misa felt her gaze droop then and before she knew it - she was out cold. BB left to pick up the pieces.

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