Oh my goodness I can't believe this! It feels like I just started this, but I've only got one or two more chapters; where did the time go? So yes I will again warn, this gets a little gruesome and there is a bit of sensitive material in here (you'll understand when you get there). Anyways, enjoy! (that sounds sadistic of me considering what's written here o.o)

B.S.

I kept myself firmly pressed against the wall. True, I wasn't strong enough to stop him if he decided to drag me away, but I could hope. "Why haven't you hurt him?" It might've been an odd question, but I was curious. Of course I wasn't complaining that they hadn't hurt Len; I just wanted to know why they didn't.

Taking slow and exaggerated steps towards me, he explained, "It wouldn't do us any good to physically hurt him. Granted it would have completely destroyed you to see him injured, but there are other ways to hurt people." By this point he was standing directly in front of me his smug smile still displayed proudly. Grabbing my arm he ripped me away from the wall, leading me over to a metal table that looked like it belonged in a morgue. He threw me down onto the table not bothering to be gentle as he secured my wrists and ankles with thick leather straps. "Now, if this doesn't teach you to behave yourself then I guess I'll have to use other methods."

I opened my mouth to ask what he was going to do, but the words caught in my throat and came out as a strangled whimper.

My father walked around the table coming to a stop at the left side of my head. "Looks like your mother can actually do some damage." Letting his finger tips brush the stitches he continued, "Getting healed and taken care of is a privilege that you have most definitely lost." Without a moment's hesitation he found one end of the stitches in my head and ripped them out; not fast enough that it would be quick, but not slow enough that it would take twenty years either.

I let out a screech of pain fighting against the restraints as the blood started to flow freely. It was running right into my hair and leaving a tiny pool on the table. Tears were threatening to fall, but I bit my lip to keep them back.

"You know what else is earned?" He placed his hands on either side of me on the table and leaned over to stare straight into my face. "Clothes, my dear, are also a privilege that you have lost." Grabbing a pair of scissors he proceeded to cut the front of my shirt open pulling it off once he had cut all the way from top to bottom. He did the same with my shorts leaving me in my bra and underwear. Considering the circumstances I was still mortified at the thought of a guy seeing me naked and I continued my struggled, still not using my right arm so as not to hurt it. My hopes of him not seeing me naked were completely crushed though as he cut off my underwear and bra throwing them onto the pile where my shirt and shorts were. "And if you think I'm going to rape you or I'm a pedophile I'm most certainly not. Like I said, being allowed to cover yourself is an earned right and you have lost it." Releasing the leather straps I hurriedly got myself up off the table, covering my chest with my arms and crossing my legs to try and cover that area too.

"Why the fuck are you doing this?" I shouted pressing myself into the corner.

Thankfully (and oddly enough) he threw a pure white towel at me. "It doesn't make it a punishment for me to see you naked since I'm your father and it doesn't count for anything."

Hurriedly I wrapped the towel around myself tucking it in just right at the top so it wouldn't slip off while I wasn't holding it. I opened my mouth to ask my question again, but he held up a finger to silence me.

"A girl really shouldn't be using that kind of language in the first place," he scolded sauntering towards me. "And your punishment isn't complete yet." Before I could even process fully what he had said he brought his fist backed punching me square in the jaw and sending me sprawling on my back. "So you've finally given up on fighting back? It's about time."

Gritting my teeth I leaped at him trying to claw him in the face and feeling satisfied when I felt my nails connect with his skin. He retaliated by punching me in the gut, but I managed to stand my ground this time. Grabbing my broken arm he yanked me towards himself a look of pure hatred in his eyes. Letting out a cry of pain I stomped on his foot making him in turn throw me down to the ground. He stomped his booted foot down hard on my broken arm making me let out a blood curdling scream. "You deserve every bit of this and you know it!" Kicking/flipping me over with his foot I felt the cold blade of a knife slash through the towle and my skin leaving a deep gash trailing from my tailbone to right under where my bra strap would be.

I couldn't hold the tears back this time as I let out a sob of pain and frustration. I didn't have the strength to speak and even I did I wasn't at all sure what I would say.

"Bring him in!" My 'father' shouted. "And this is where your punishment will end. Act up again and I won't go as easy on you." I heard his footsteps as they walked away, but sadly he stopped before I heard a door open meaning he was still in the room.

Blood was making my hair stick to my neck and face turning it a sickly yellow red color as more blood was soaking the towel around me. I flipped myself over so that I was on my side grunting and letting out a small scream of pain with the effort. I felt the towel not at all gently slide out from underneath me. I wanted to protest about him taking it, but I still couldn't make any words come out of my mouth. I curled up, trying to hide the view of any private areas from people as best I could tears and blood now mixing together on the floor.

I heard the door open, but at this point I didn't really care. I just wanted this to end even if death was the only way it would end.

I was about ready to put my stupid plan in motion as the door to my room was thrown open. "What are you doing to her?" I lunged forward only to be held back by the chain. I had heard every one of Rin's screams and every single one of them had just about torn me apart.

Without a word the man dethatched the chain from the wall making sure to keep a firm grip on my shoulder as he led me out. We didn't go far before we entered a room, but the sick bastard who claimed to be Rin's father was blocking my view of anything in the room. "You never should have come here," he hissed stepping out my way.

I saw Rin curled up in the fetal position blood running down her head and back and tears slowly trickling down her face. Her feet were blocking me from seeing any part of her down there and her arms were pressed close against her chest so I couldn't see anything. My breathing turned heavy as I could only stare at Rin's face, here eyes squeezed shut in pain. "You bastard." I kicked the henchman who was holding me in the knee as hard as I could whipping the chain around to smack the other man in the face.

"I don't think so!" The father moved out the way just in time to not get hit by the chain as he grabbed my arms and pinned them to my back. "This is what she deserves and you don't have any say in the matter!"

Suddenly he let go dropping to the ground and when I spun around he was holding his crotch.

"That felt really good." Miku smiled down at him. Looking up, she must've caught sight of Rin as she raced around me and dropped down to her knees beside her friend.

"You're lucky I can't kill you right now, but when they do give you the sentence I hope I'm the one who gets to pull the trigger," I growled next to his ear as I tied his wrists up like he had tied mine. My anger was at such a high point I barely managed to break the chains off my wrist so that I could drag him back to the room I was in and tie him up. Racing back to Rin, I saw that Miku was digging around in the cupboards and Rin was wrapped up in a towel, this time sitting with her knees huddled against her chest. Crouching down beside her I spoke gently. "Rin, you're safe now."

When she looked at me I could only see fear and pain in her eyes as well as…shame? Why did she look so shameful? It's not like she did anything wrong.

"Len, I know you want to look after her, but do you think you could leave for another minute? I managed to find some clothes for her and I'm sure she would appreciate them over a towel," Miku spoke in a quiet voice her eyes saying that her words held a deeper meaning than what exactly she was saying.

Nodding my head I exited the room, shutting the door behind myself to give her privacy. I took deep breaths to try and extinguish some of my anger, but it wasn't working very well at all. Just when I thought I wouldn't be able to take it anymore, Miku opened the door turning away to go towards a computer device.

I was by Rin's side in an instant; she was now wearing a white button up shirt that was way to big for her and went down to mid thigh even when she was sitting on her legs like she was now. Not bothering to wait for an invitation I pulled her onto my lap stroking her hair rhythmically with one hand while holding her close to me with the other. I felt her shake as tears started rolling down her cheeks again soaking my shirt. "Shhh, you're okay. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you again," I murmured against her hair burying my face in her hair.

I didn't want to cry, but I couldn't seem to stop myself. Cradling my broken arm in my lap I balled some of his shirt into a ball with my free hand hiding my face against his chest.

Len kept gently shushing me in a comforting way never breaking rhythm in his stroking my hair or loosening his arm around me. I didn't want to, but I had lost too much blood and could barely keep my eyes open as I slipped into either unconsciousness or a deep sleep; I wasn't quite sure which it was.

And that was the end of that happy chapter! Well at the end it's kind of happy...i guess. By the way if anyone is reading my other stories I will update them, but I wanna finish this one first since I am so freakin close to being down. Anyways, review and I will update ASAP!