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A few short notices before we start.

First of all, I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all for your reviews so far. I am very proud of my reviewers. It makes me feel all fluffy inside. Yay.

I thank janey-the suicidal maniac, who says she will get along just fine with this, and I am glad. A fan of rough bitter stories? That is a good thing here. This story is the most bitter feeling one I have ever written, and I think it is pretty much an express- ant for my anger at a guy in my life. It's not what you think, but I'm pretty hateful toward him at this point.

I thank Lovely Daughter of Darkness also. Calling this slick and well written? This makes me quite pleased. I try hard to make my writing something that people will read, and I love having people just like it. Knowing that someone thinks your story is well written is a nice feeling, isn't it?

I would like to thank Rocksha for the long review explaining the problems with this. I love it when people point my mistakes out kindly instead of doing it in flames, because I generally don't listen to flames, and when people point out my errors humanely, I take their suggestions to mind. I will take the things Rocksha said to mind, but I'm not going to change anything about my style no matter what anyone says, because I like it just fine. So thanks. And thanks especially for the tip on synonyms. I know many synonyms for hatred (knowing synonyms is a hobby of mine) I just like the sound of odium because it sounds like some sort of truth serum or something. I love that word. Hee.

I am also going to point out that I am in a 'I hate everything' mood, so this is not going to be a pleasant fic. It has a few more chapters to it, and it will end up just the way I've been planning. I love the way this is going, because the whole idea just gives me a dark feeling when I think of it. I don't know why. I love that feeling. I love getting people's hopes up for something nice, and then taking it all away again. I am sorry, but I love to change people's minds. Well, OK, let's start this chapter now. I'm getting tired of this rambling.

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Nny, still looking a little nervous about her escaping, unlocked the manacles on Devi's wrists. She dug her nails into the plaster of the wall to keep from tipping forward on him, as she was still bound by her ankles. Nny backed away from her a little, but not fast enough. She slumped on him.

"You know Nny, you should really just unlock the whole thing, or else I'm just going to have to keep leaning on you," Devi said, keeping the loathing out of her voice, trying to make a good point. This was true, and she knew it.

"But I-"

"Do you really want to stand there all night?" Devi asked him. Nny thought about that for a minute. 'I wouldn't mind' he thought.

"You're right, I can't just stand here. Hold onto the wall for a minute," Nny said, moving toward the door after she dug her nails back into the plaster. He slammed the door and locked knob, dropping the key into his pocket. Then he returned to Devi. "Alright, I'll unlock your shackles, but don't kick me again, OK? That hurts really fucking bad," Nny said.

"I won't."

"You have to promise," Nny said fiercely, looking at her sternly.

"OK, I promise."

"And if you break your promise, I'll kill you," Nny found himself saying, a rather violent edge to his voice. Devi glared at him again, forgetting her act of innocence.

"You wouldn't," she said, her voice shaking.

"You sincerely believe that I wouldn't kill you?" Nny asked, pulling a knife out of his pocket. Devi fought back a scream.

"OK OK Nny I promise I won't kick you," she said quickly, regaining a little of her old fear of him but burying it quickly. Nny threw the knife to the floor (note: remember where the knife is for future reference, kids!) and walked cautiously back to her, leaning down and unlocking the restraints on her ankles. She let go of the wall and slid to her feet. She wanted to kick him like hell. But she remembered her promise..and what he'd do.

Now, she just had to somehow carry out her plan so she could escape..and be free of Sickness and Nny all at once. (I bet nobody knows exactly what she's gonna do)

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OK, much shortness. But more will proceed, soon.

Note to Rocksha: "Oh lord Devi I'm sorry," Nny scratched. He 'scratched' this because his voice was scratchy, and I liked the sound of 'scratched' better than 'said in a scratchy voice'. Also, when Nny stuttered on saying Devi, it was based on how one of my friends said her name at a sleepover at around 3:30 AM. She was all tired and stuttering on everything. I happened to get this particular display on video, also. Heh.