Once again, not really happy with this chapter... I do get into the rape here, so be warned. Also, there is a bit of news for you. I just found out my grandma has died, and I'm not sure when I'll get a chance to update next. We'll be leaving town, I won't even get to check my email. I'll update when I can.

Chapter 6

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and Dark forgot when the last time he had been outside of the prison was. He was still having problems, and his fear was growing every day. He didn't know how to deal with his roommate, Cue, who seemed to think that he was his personal little slave. The larger man would order him around often, as well as touch him.

Dark slumped miserably on his bed, wrapped his skinny arms around his knees. He was hungry, so hungry that he was light headed and it was an effort to stay awake. Cue had started to take his meals almost a month ago, and Dark had lost weight alarmingly fast.

Darkness was engulfing the prison, nighttime closing in on them. This was when it was the worst, when Dark's fear was greatest. He didn't know whether or not Cue was going to try and get him again, like he had that time ago, and many other times. Dark breathed in deeply, his breath hitching slightly.

In these past few months his breathing had been getting tougher. He didn't know why, or what was happening, but it was soon hard for him to hold his breath a long time, difficult for him to breathe deeply. He didn't quite understand it, but he had soon learned to live with his constant shortness of breath.

Night dropped, and Dark shivered as the temperature joined it. Blackness reigned, and Dark pressed himself into the corner, gripping his knees tighter. There was no sound from the top bunk where Cue slept, and Dark calmed slowly. 'Maybe he won't try anything tonight…'

The night passed, and Dark found his eyelids drooping. His head dropped to the side, his eyelids falling more. Just as he started to fall to the side a large hand shot out of the darkness, wrapping around his throat and slamming him against the wall. Dark let out a choking squeak, hands flying to grapple at the large digits that squeezed around his neck.

Cue's face was pressed close enough for Dark to smell his breath, and the thief could feel tears gathering in his eyes. The man grinned evilly. "You owe me a scream…"

Dark's eyes widened and he struggled harder, opening his mouth. All that came out was a strangled squeak, not any sound.

Another large hand reached up to take a hold of Dark's skinny wrists, easily wrapping them both up. Dark was immobilized, and Cue slammed his head against the wall behind him. Dark's vision washed out, his breath freezing in his chest.

As the thief slid limply down the wall Cue pulled his pillowcase off of his pillow and looped it roughly around Dark's mouth, cutting into the corners of his lips and successfully gagging him.

By now tears of fear were streaming down Dark's face, and he was struggling wildly, sounds of protest escaping his throat. Cue smacked the back of his head again, and the thief went still, trembling.

"Now, you're going to be a good boy, aren't you, pretty? You're going to just lay there and let me do whatever I want, right?" Cue whispered into Dark's ear. The thief whimpered, unable to respond in any way. Cue grinned. "That's what I thought…"

Dark tried to scream as he felt his pants being pulled down around his ankles, but the gag cut off his protests. No one heard his muffled cries, and no one came to his rescue.

Daisuke shot straight up in bed, sweat plastering his red bangs to his forehead. He was panting horribly, and the redhead struggled to slow his breathing, placing a hand over his eyes. 'What was that?'

He couldn't really remember what he had been dreaming; all he knew was that something was wrong. The only thing that he did remember was Dark screaming, and that hadn't been something that he had ever wanted to hear.

Daisuke shuddered again, looking to his clock. It was about 3:30 in the morning. The boy then looked to his calendar, sadness filling his eyes. 'It's been 8 months since Dark was arrested… I hope he's doing okay…'

Sighing, the boy lay back down and tried to get some sleep.

The jailer came to the cell of the famous Phantom Thief to see something that shocked him. The larger man, Cue, who was a convicted murderer and child molester, was already up and about, but Dark, who was usually up long before anyone else, was still on his bed.

After leading Cue out and setting him loose in the bathing area, the jailer wandered back to the cell to see Dark in exactly the position he had left him in, lying stomach down on the bed. Going into the cell, the man noticed that there was an extra blanket draped over the thief's body.

Suspicious by now, the jailer reached forward and yanked the blanket off, instantly gasping.

Blood soaked Dark's lower half and the blankets and sheets, oozing from between the thief's legs. Some of it was pooled on the bed, half-dried and sticky. The jailer looked up to the thief's face to see an expressionless face and dead eyes. The man went to Dark's head, carefully checking for a pulse and finding one easily. The thief was alive, at least.

The jailer frowned, and shook the thief gently. "Dark. Get up, it's time for your shower, and we need to get you cleaned up."

This particular man wasn't afraid of the thief, he knew very well that Dark was only a crook, nothing more. He wasn't dangerous, at least as far as this man knew. Besides, he had kind of enjoyed watching the Phantom sneak right under the police's noses.

The violet-haired man did not respond. There was nothing, no movement of muscles or even a twitch of the face. Dark did not even blink.

The jailer left, going to get one of his superiors to help him. He would have to figure out what to do with Dark, it was obvious they couldn't keep him in that cell any longer, not without endangering his very life.

Cue went back into his cell quietly, a smirk on his face when he saw that his pretty little toy hadn't moved from the night before. The violet-haired boy had been like that since he had completed his fun, hadn't even moved a muscle.

The large man went forward, flipping the thief over onto his back and trailing his hand over his throat. "Well now pretty, aren't you going to have some more fun with me?"

There was a small flicker of fear in those expressionless eyes, and Cue smiled wickedly, wrapping his large hand all the way around the thief's throat. 'I know how to make you respond…'

As Dark ran out of air he could feel his chest tightening. He coughed slightly, and then Cue released him in shock as a small whistling sound came from him. Dark continued to gasp slightly, whistles accompanying the sounds. Dark's eyelids fluttered, and a small smile came to his lips.

Silence reigned, and Dark ceased all movement. There was a shout from the doorway, and Cue was pulled out of the way as the warden rushed forward, lifting the comatose thief into his arms and leaving the room.

The warden ran, noticing the thin, malnourished body hanging limply in his grasp. He could feel blood soaking through the prisoner's clothes and onto his arms, and he couldn't feel that he was breathing at all. 'Dammit, we can't have prisoners dying, this won't be good!'

Chaos ensured as he ran into the main room, the few doctors they had on staff running forward to look after the violet-haired man. The warden swore, calling the hospital for an ambulance.