ATTENTION: This is the darkest chapter of the story; Jack is at her absolute worst in this, so proceed with caution. Anyone who read the previous chapter will know what this is about.

RATED M for a very good reason. Language, smut.

Okay this is my first fanfic, so take it easy on me please. I apologize beforehand for any spelling mistakes, as I don't have a Beta.

WARNING! If you are not an adult or are offended in any way by lesbian sex, get the hell out of here!

This is a love story about Jack and Miranda. Did my best to try and capture Jacks character, so expect an abuse of the English language.

Other than that, enjoy, review and please feel free to offer any criticism or advice. Thank you.

A/N: I apologize to everyone who has been following my foray into writing for the delay. Just got back from a long plane trip and didn't have the energy to write.

Fear. At that moment there was nothing else in her life but pure fear. When Jack had told her what she had planned, it had filled her entire being with dread. It was only through sheer will and her love of the girl that she had been able to overcome her anxiety and agree to the request. Now a part of her regretted that decision. We can't help who we fall in love with…

Jack looked at the delicious sight in front of her with a predatory look etched across her face. Even the thought of the things she had in store for her cheerleader made her growl in anticipation. Anticipation coursed through her veins and made her heart beat faster. The tingling of excitement spread down towards her sex and made her tremble. With shaking hands she reached into the depths of her locker and retrieved her favorite tool.

Miranda caught the glimpse of steel out of the corner of her eye and she had a brief moment of clarity in which the reality of the situation she was in came crashing down upon her like a ton of bricks. She was completely and utterly helpless, her arms and legs were bound to the ends of the bed. Not even a cry for help could save her, due to the piece of cloth in her mouth, her panties to be exact. The feeling of regret had slowly started to fade and in the back of her head she dimly felt the traces of excitement at the prospect emerge, as she could taste the remnants of moisture off of the material.

Two days ago.

She had just had one of the most pleasurable orgasms of her life and now she was in bed with the girl of her dreams. And despite the overwhelming sense of happiness she felt, there was a nagging in the back of mind. The woman lying next to her was not going to be pleased by conventional methods. Miranda sighed and decided to voice her concern. She gently stroked the side of her lovers face and whispered in her ear.

"Baby, wake up."

"Fuck Miri, it's the middle of the night what do you want?"

"Do you remember when you told me what your needs were?"

"Christ, listen if you can't handle it we can drop it."

"No, no I still want what I said earlier, it's just that I also want you to tell me what I need to do, so I can prepare for it."

"Miri, you don't know how much it means to hear you say that."

Jack broke into tears and cried herself to sleep in Miranda's arms.

The tension in the air was undeniable, Miranda was trembling slightly and Jack had her breath held.

"Shh baby, this will only hurt for a bit." Jack practically moaned. Ever so slowly she brought the blade closer to the inside of Miranda's thigh and made the first small cut. Miranda whimpered against the gag in her mouth as the pain erupted across her leg. Subject Zero had replaced the girl Miranda had fallen in love with. And that was the real torture for her, because they were one the same person.

Jack went into a frenzy at the sight of blood. She knew she should have taken it slower, not started with the knives, but the Cerberus woman had insisted on it. What Miranda did not know was what a perverse fascination Jack had for knives. They always made her go wild and in that moment the rational side of her was gone and she made cut after cut marking the perfect woman as her own, whilst simultaneously ruining the perfect skin.

Miranda spat out the gag and howled for mercy: "STOP, PLEASE STOP I DON'T LIKE IT!"

But Subject Zero had taken over the body of the tattooed woman. Jack was not in control, when she started grinding against the bloodied thigh of the woman beneath her.

"Don't lie to me slut. Admit it you, you like me hurting you. Remember you were the one who asked for it." Jack slurred as she continued humping Miranda, who had started to cry.

"Is the little baby not happy? I thought she loved everything about me," The convict mocked her.

She was in pure ecstasy when she came, her eyes glazed over in lust. Her entire body started thrashing as her orgasm brought her to an incredible high. With one final tremble Jack regained control and realized what she had done. With a look of sheer terror she rushed to untie the perfect woman, who wasn't moving any more. Jack let the weapon she still clutched in her hand drop to the floor and started looking for some medi-gel to apply to the wounds.

Miranda had let exhaustion overcome her at one point during Jack's frenzy and had passed out. After a moment she regained conciseness and the first thing she noticed was the ability to move freely once more. With mounting dread she looked down at her leg, which was covered in blood. Suddenly the memory of what had just happened to her returned and she let out a sob.

"I told you to stop and you didn't, why didn't you stop?" Miranda exclaimed in a panicked voice.

Jack was still searching for the medicine to heal the cuts she had made and didn't respond.

"I asked why you didn't stop!"

"You asked for it," Jack replied in a cold tone.

Miranda stared dumbly at the woman in front of her, unable to find the words to respond.

"Fuck you Jack," She said once she had found her voice again.

"Fuck me?" Jack looked up. "What do you mean fuck me?! You said you loved me and that you would do anything for me!"

Miranda tried to hold back the tears, as she began to gather her clothes. Wordlessly she climbed out of the bed and headed towards the stairs.

Jack's eyes followed her movements.

"If you leave now, don't bother coming back."

"Who said I wanted to come back?" Miranda said as the tears were already running down her face. With that she turned around and left the bloodied biotic alone.

Jack slumped to the floor and stared at the knife that had been tossed to the ground. She replayed the events of the evening and realized that she wouldn't have changed a thing about the whole ordeal. It had shown her, that when the cards had been played, Miranda couldn't handle her. Jack sat on the cold ground and contemplated her preferences.

She said she loved all of me.

Ten years ago.

Subject Zero stood across from her opponent and was formulating a strategy in her head. She knew that the idiot would come straight at her, all she would need to do, was to step aside and land the uppercut.

The worst part about her plan was that it worked. Jack's fist connected with the underside of the chin, knocking out multiple teeth, along with a trail of blood that landed across her face. When the Cerberus scientists had broken up the fight and brought her back to her room, she didn't put up a fight. She knew they were always watching her, through the cameras hidden in her cage. She would give them something to look at. She wiped a finger across her face and brought a drop of the leftover blood to her lips. She couldn't hold back the arousal she felt at the metallic taste and she unceremoniously stepped out of her pants.

Jack looked at the knife and made up her mind. If she was going to do this she wasn't going to so it sober. At that thought a crazy laugh escaped her lips. Irony was indeed a bitch.

The half empty bottle rolled away for her hand. Jack tried to think of the one thing that made her happy, which of course was the beautiful Miranda.

She let the blade cut into the skin on her wrist, with a smile on her face.