Sangre's greeting didn't help ease the tension and worry of the soul reapers that were now in the open since Ulquiorra moved to sit back with Orihime. There was nothing that they could use to protect themselves besides their zanpakutou and kido spells. However, Sangre did wonder why there was a lieutenant of all people since it was specified that only captains arrive.

"I am here as a healer," Nanao clarified to Sangre's unanswered question.

"Orihime Inoue is here if the need arises," Ulquiorra countered.

"Someone getting a little too close to their pet?" Grimmjow jibbed.

"Trash," Ulquiorra muttered. "You are nothing but trash regardless of your status."

"I do not beieve just Inoue-san's powers are enough," Nanao told Ulquiorra. "I am not calling her weak but everyone has their limits.

"I know there is another reason you are here," Sangre began. "So tell me, why did they send a lieutenant who does not even hold a bankai supposed to survive in Las Noches without constant watch over a non-hostile espada or the captains placed here."

"I am under Captain Hitsuguaya's watch under my captain's orders," Nanao answered. "I may not know bankai and I may not be as good at kido as the lieutenant of squad five but I believe I can survive here. I am here for my captain and he shall arrive in the next bunch as a stand in for squad 13."

Sangre nodded his head. "I would assume the young protege is here so he can level up his bankai with training. What was it you could hold it for? Until the three snow flowers above your head disintegrated?"

"Yes but the amount of time I can hold my bankai is none of your concern," Toshiro answered tightly.

"Hallibel will train you," Sangre decided. "Ice and water shall be an interesting combination. Since she is the third espada I would assume by the end of the month you should at least be able to keep your bankai for a few more hours or so depending on your will to get stronger."

"That sounds alright," Toshiro agreed.

"I'd prefer not to train with a male but if it is a must," Hallibel nodded.

"Don't fall in lo-ve!" Sangre teased in a singing tone as the two left the room.

Both the espada and captain had enough pride to not turn back and glare at the hollow king for acting like a child; the two were not compatible in the least except that water when frozen turned into ice. Even as they left Sangre was grinning at their reaction, knowing that they wanted to get mad at him even if they didn't show it.

Ichigo was silent as ever as he saw the scene play out and was surprised when Nanao sat down beside Byuakuya after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. Even the young teen could tell she was in distress even though she held a very serious expression on her face. There was a lot to worry about if you were surrounded by many high leveled espada who could kill you when all you were was a lieutenant and had no bankai. Ikkaku barely made it out there with his bankai and he was a third seat, Ichigo would have died if Tousen hadn't appeared and Renji was lucky that the Gentei Kaijo was activated in time or else he would have perished. There had been so much damage done by one little attack and it made Ichigo wonder if he could survive living in the hollow world without he himself dying. If his child were born a hollow wouldn't it want to eat Ichigo after some time? Ichigo though he has hollow reitsu and though it is strong, if he were ever in a weakened state such a pregnancy again wouldn't his child find him a great appetizer? His soul reaper powers were vast and though his hollow powers propelled them higher, a child could only tell that Ichigo were part hollow if he were to wear his mask.

A harsh tug on Ichigo's hair had him lose his concentration to turn to whoever held his hair. It was Grimmjow and he gave a pointed look to the food but Ichigo pushed it away; he wasn't hungry anymore. There was no point in him eating when he couldn't eat for some time until his piercings healed. With a sigh, Ichigo propped his elbows on the table and had his hands on his face as he watched the others. Barragan had left, Yammy was still chowing down on a mountainous plate of food while splatter Byuakuya with some chunks of meat, Grimmjow kept watching Ichigo and Sangre picked at his food before eating it. He could see that Nanao was becoming less tense and more irritated as one of the meat flays landed on top of her head and one on her check. The way she was clutching the thick book she carried made it seem like she was trying to not throw it at the large espada for hitting her with meat.

Another larger chunk of meat landed on Nanao's head and Ichigo could see the tic in her forehead form as she gritted her teeth and clenched her fist even tighter; if she clenched her fists any tighter she would bleed.

"Would you stop eating like a pig," Nanao demanded while gritting her teeth.

"What did you say, bitch?" Yammy asked in a gruff tone.

Nanao turned to the larger espada with a calm facial expression but there was a large amount of malice and power shining in her eyes that showed how angry she was.

"I said to stop eating like a pig," Nanao reiterated once more.

Yammy pushed the table out and it would have slammed into Ichigo had Sangre not stuck his hand out. It wasn't out of kindness that Sangre protected Ichigo but mainly because the food was starting to spill and Sangre didn't want soup dripping on his white pants.

Nanao rose to and placed her large book on the table with a slam since Sangre had placed the table back to its original position. Yammy advanced and though Nanao was nervous at the increasing amount of spiritual pressure she would not yield. The lieutenant of squad eight had to much pride to lose to a man like Yammy.

"I'll destroy a shrimp like you," Yammy sneered.

With ease, Yammy flexed his fist forward in an attack but Nanao was quicker and drew her sword with both hands on her Zanpakutou in a blocking motion.

"Bakudō # 39 Enkōsen!" Nanao shouted and brought out the fan like defense kido to block Yammy's attack.

The defense sufficed for now but Nanao was bringing forth Yammy's ire as she quickly dodged his next attack and responded with attacking kido rather than use her sword.

"Stay still you worm!" Yammy ordered.

Nanao dodged another attack and used shunpo to move behind Yammy but he was faster than that and turned around ready to smash Nanao into the wall. However, an attack never happened because Sangre used a sonido and managed to place Ichigo on Grimmjow's lap as Sangre held Yammy's fist in his own.

"I would advise such roughhousing, Yammy," Sangre ordered sternly. "We are to get alone with our guests and you have no right attacking them."

"I should kill her," Yammy told Sangre.

"That is not your decision to make," Sangre said. "I am king therefore I make the rules and you follow. If you refuse than you are easily replaceable. There are other arrancars willing to take your place."

Yammy backed down and left like the other espada did and there were not many remaining in the room. It wasn't a bother to Sangre since he did not like babysitting the soul reapers to make sure they survived the harsh world of hollows. He hated being in the room without the others since he couldn't truly treat his pet like he wanted and he so desperately wanted to inflict pain on his previous king to show him who held the most power; who was a true king. There was no way that Sangre would yield to his previous host so that he could once more be sealed into that hellhole known as his pet's inner world.

"I have an inquiry," Nanao spoke up," and I believe that Kuchiki-san might have the same one as I."

"What is it?" Sangre asked who was slightly annoyed.

"Kurosaki's pregnancy," Nanao began. "How will it work, for how long and how will it affect him?"

"Like a regular human female's pregnancy same with the duration time maybe less," Sangre answered. "He won't physically grow larger since it is just a condensed ball of reitsu inside his stomach. The child won't form until after it comes out of a hole formed in his body when he goes through labor. It takes only an instant for the child to take a form since it had been doing so in a tiny ball for over eight or so months."

"Interesting," Nanao murmured." How will the labor be like?"

"Hell," Sangre answered with a smirk.

"Do you not care for Kurosaki's well-being at all?" Nanao asked.

"He is here to bring both Grimmjow and I heirs, nothing more," Sangre told the lieutenant.

"You hollows are nothing but monsters," Soi fon commented.

"Why thank you, I enjoy being a monster," Sangre replied cheekily and then turned to Grimmjow and Ichigo. "Get up, Pet! We are going to the bedroom. Grimjow, follow too or else I won't hesitate to punish you."

No one spoke of the name Sangre referred to Ichigo as and Ichigo in turn said nothing and got up rather than argue. He knew if he were to instigate a fight he would not be the successor and would most likely be chained to the bed and raped repeatedly by both Grimmjow and Sangre for being disobedient and thinking he had a ounce of hope to win the fight. The while halls bored him but he continued to stay silent as he was dragged back to his own prison cell. There was nothing that could save him from his own personal Hell and his children would do nothing but bring him further punishment. They would be half hollow or more and no doubt gain a disrespect for him since neither Sangre nor Grimmjow treated him like an equal; the two kings were fucking monsters. It disgusted Ichigo how pitiful he had become in not even a month and how he could not even save himself. Yes, he had Zangetsu but even Ichigo knew he could do nothing when his hollow could enter his body and take control if he so desired to allow Grimmjow to be victorious. There was no point in fighting when he could not free himself from the chains placed upon him; he was nothing more than a pet kept for amusement.

The door opened to the bedroom the three shared but Ichigo looked down at the floor as he was lead to the bed. He kept his eyes down as he heard clothes being shed from someone's body. Ichigo tried his best not to cringe at the sound of fabric hitting the floor but he suspected that he was going to be raped anytime soon even though he had kept quiet and had been well-behaved for the kings of Hueco Mundo and Las Noches. The darkness held within Ichigo was overwhelming and he never thought he could feel such despair from being held prison.

Is this how Orihime felt Ichigo couldn't help but ask himself.

He had no willpower, no choice in anything that involved his life and Ichigo was nothing but a puppet who was controlled by those who held the strings; Ichigo had lost his freedom. He could hear footsteps pad closer to him and Ichigo felt himself cringe as a hand placed itself to cup his face. The simple and kind gesture was something for Ichigo to fear knowing that there was no kindness. His face was in the grasp of whoever was in front of him and they forced Ichigo to look forward and see cyan blue eyes. Glaring at Grimmjow, Ichigo sent a sneer in his direction before stepping back a few steps. Being held by that monster wasn't worth anything and it was something Ichigo didn't want to get used to. What he wasn't expected was to feel a reitsu infused punch to the jaw; it hurt like son of a bitch and he managed to hit the bone. There was a throbbing pain in his face and he felt like he was getting abused far more than usual even though he deserved it that time.

"I hate those god damn fucking eyes," Grimmjow seethed. "It makes me want to disembowel you and watch you bleed out on the floor. Makes my blood boil and show you that I'm the king not you."

"Yeah, well fuck you too," Ichigo retorted, speaking for the first time in a long time and sounded a little slurred because of his swollen tongue.

Another hit to the face and Ichigo landed on the floor but managed to catch himself. The child growing with him was just a bundle of reistu so it meant nothing to the child's development when Grimmjow gave Ichigo a reitsu infused kick to the stomach. It hurt Ichigo and he ended up coughing up blood but even so it didn't stop Grimmjow from kicking him in the face and then leaning down on one knee to hold Ichigo's face in his hands while glaring at Ichigo.

"Don't think you're better than me Kurosaki, because you're not," Grimmjow told him. "Your life is in my hands and I could kill you without a seconds thought. A cero is so easy to form and could blow you to bits since you don't have the hierro to protect yourself."

"Then do it," Ichigo taunted. "You've wanted me dead since the first time we met so kill me."

"Che, I ain't killing a possible heir of mine," Grimmjow scoffed. "What do you take me for, an idiot? That cub will be born and then I'll fuck you again and again until I have enough cubs and you are of no use."

Ichigo put a weak hand up to Grimmjow's wrist and managed to have the hold on his face be released. Both Grimmjow and Ichigo rose at the same time but it meant nothing since Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo by the back of his neck and forced him to the bed. He knew it was time for punishment as he was pushed on the bed but when he was sandwiched between the two hollows he as not expecting it.

"This isn't a kind gesture you humans love so much," Sangre told Ichigo. "We refuse to have you try to escape and with you in our arms we can easily stop you without you trying. Behave Pet or else I won't hesitate to punish you. I'll fuck you until I break some bones; your family can't save you now. Not now, not ever."