Torture, Torture, Torture!
Chapter 2- Them
By Poochie Moochie

DC: I don't own the characters of this story!
AN: Eh... I think Dilandau-sama is ooc... I'll work on it later tho! I fixed up the other chapter. Thank you very much to those of you who told me about my mistakes, especaily the part about Dilly not knowing who 'Tomi is! Enjoy.


Dilandau stood up from his crouching position, pleased by Hitomi's reaction, he grined from ear to ear. "Van's leftovers." He replied. It took her a breif moment to understand what he meant. She was NOT leftovers which Van supposely 'had'. "Albino freak." She countered.

"Half done bitch."

"Zaibach's lap dog."

"Transsexual."

That just crossed Hitomi's line. She cockily returned, "Scabby face." He scowled as he stormed out of her prison cell. Chesta recieved an icy glare. "Make sure that she starves." Dilandau said as he left for his room, his wound bleeding through his bandage.Chesta sent a apolgetic glance to Hitomi, then scurried after Dilandau, pleading, "Lord Dilandau, don't press it so hard, otherwise you'll end up with a scar." Hitomi winced when she heard a yelp and a 'smack'. "Jerk." She murmmered before lying on the floor and being devoured by a vison.

***

Hitomi's eyes shot open, her mouth gaping, she looked as if she woke from a nightmare. She sat up, using an arm for support. She focused her sight on a spot on the cold cemented floor of the prison cell. Her pupils became dilated, all of her body flushed hot. She was having a panick attack. Her gasps became shorter and harsher. She could hear yelling of two voices over her sobs:

"What's wrong with her?"

"I, I don't know!"

"Take her to the sorcerers."

Hitomi's cell was opened by two men. She struggled with them, soon afterwards was lifted up onto a strecher and was rushed to the 'sorcerers' room. She looked up at the passing lites on the ceiling, her swollen eyes were getting heavy, sniffles/attempted breaths burning her chest. Oh God, did she ever feel like shit. She passed out.

Hitomi opened her eyes, they stung from the light that was shining in her face, she closed them slightly. She could tell she was layed upon a examination table, sharp objects on shelves to her left and right. She heard light footsteps followed by heavy ones. "What's wrong with her?" Asked a masculine voice. "She suffered from a trama. Perhaps a dream could have triggered it. So we extracted some of her memory that might have caused the trama in the first place, doing so may have it's benifits. Tell my dear lord Dilandau so, and remind him that he needs his check up." Said the other voice sarcastically.

What did they mean? Something's wrong with me? Who's me? There is something wrong with me, Hitomi panicked in her head. She needed to get out of her state. Hitomi began to squirm underneath bands that were wrapped around her wrists and ankles. The bands were driving her mad, not only were they holding her down but they itched. She arched her back and jerked her hands forward, desperatly trying to break the bands. "Get me out of here!" She cried. "Hold her down." Commanded a voice. Someone forced his/her weight onto Hitomi's stomach stoping any of her endeavor at arching her back. She screamed hysterically when she felt a egonizing pinch. The wails discontiuned after the drug set in.

***

If Dilandau had to take care of business with any of the sorcerers, he would get someone eles to do it for him. He loathed them. He would cringe when he would hear anything that had to do with them. Lately, he wondered what they did or were going to do to Hitomi. Horrible things, he hopefully thought to himself. The thoughts pumpt him with excitement. "So, how is she?" Dilandau asked Miguel. "Some of her memory was removed. The sorcerers ran tests on her, to make sure she won't go beserk as she did earlier today. They are ready to release her soon." Miguel reported, not daring to tell Dilandau of his check up. Dilandau brushed pass the bowing Miguel and began his way to the training room.

***

Dilandau found Hitomi wandering the halls of the Vione wearing only a oversized man's undershirt( Also know as a muscle shirt), her feet were bare of shoes or socks. The shirt looked like it was a dress. She looked bewildered and frightened as young soldiers walked pass her. She had her arms crossed over her chest in a proctective manner, her hands clenched onto the light material of her shirt/dress. Hitomi directly looked at Dilandau, then quickly averted her gaze. She walked past him, he turned around grabbing onto her elbows, then turning her around. He stared her down. Her eyes blurred as she wrapped her arms around his waist, she held onto him tightly. "Who am I? Don't make me go back to them. Those men they did something to me." She panicked. Dilandau stunned at Hitomi's actions replied sternly, "I don't know who you are. Let go of me." She held onto him tighter. "Please just don't send me back to them." She pleaded. Feeling the slightest bit of sympathy he assured, "I won't." He could relate to Hitomi's feelings towards the pack of bastards, as so he put it.