Sunlight poured into my room. As I opened my eyes slowly, I saw a familiar face. It was the poster I had put on the ceiling over my bed, just so I could wake up every morning to Stewart Townsend's gorgeous face.

(Me: Really? I want one! Stewart's, like, the hottest guy on this Earth!) I sat up in bed and stretched my arms out, trying to wake myself up. Then, I got out of bed and fixed myself up for the day, the thought of being extra careful around Ken today going through my mind over and over again, even as I brushed my teeth in the bathroom I had attached to my room.

As soon as I was ready, I was about to go outside but suddenly stopped. I took a look at the clock. It was around 9 o'clock in the morning, meaning Ken was probably eating breakfast right now. With that in mind, I decided to just wait in my room for a while longer before going out.

I decided to just sit on my bed and do something, so I sat down and thought about it for a minute. Then an idea came to me and I reached under my mattress for my diary. I opened to the next available page and took out my pen, chewing on the cap as I thought about what I wanted to write and then started once I had my idea...

"Dear Diary,

"I really don't know what to think anymore. Should I stay...or should I think about getting out of here? Everyday, it seems that Ken is getting more violent. He started to hurt me about two or three months ago. He's never hurt me before then, and it's facts such as this that make me wonder whether I should remain on his side or not.

"I don't know. I mean...I'm starting to get the feeling that I'm not the only one he's doing this to...that maybe he's not the person I thought he was. And I have a way to find out. Today, when he's watching over those digimon he made into his slaves, I'll sneak out of the fortress and watch how he treats them.

"Yes, yes Diary, I do know what will happen if I'm caught. I know that Ken told me never to spy on him or to be anywhere near where the slaves were. But since he's forbidden me to do these things, I know there's something he's hiding from me and I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care anymore that I'm gonna get the shit beaten out of me if I get caught. I just have to know.

"Although I may sound brave about this, I do hope he doesn't find me, though. If he does, you can be sure that all hell will break loose. If Ken finds me, it's gonna be WWIII in the fortress tonight!

"But...although I know very well what he is capable of doing if he finds me, I have to do this. If I find something wrong with the way he's treating other creatures, I'll know for sure that it's time for me to switch sides.

"But for now, I'll just have to see how things get. I'm afraid that angered Ken again last night and he will certainly be out to make me pay for my 'insolence' at any time now. But rest assured, Diary, in knowing that I'll be alright. Nothing he's capable of doing will be enough to conquer me.

"Oh well. I'll write again soon. But until then, see ya next time, Diary. Buh-bye!

"Crystal"

I put my pen down and took a minute to look over what I'd written. As soon as I finished I automatically told myself, 'Oops. Better not let Ken ever see this book." That was probably for the best, or at least that's what I'd decided.

I looked at the clock again to check the time. 10:34—Ken was probably in his control room working by now. I decided that right then might be a good time to go get something to eat for breakfast.

As I slowly opened my door, I peeked my head out into the hallway to make sure the coast was clear before tiptoeing out, closing the door silently behind me. I tried to be as quiet as I could as I snuck down the long corridor towards the kitchen.

I suddenly stopped as I came to an opened door, making sure not to be where anyone inside could see me. It was Ken's control room. I slowly, cautiously looked around the corner inside the room. Just as I thought, there was Ken, typing away on his computer, staring contentedly at the monitors.

My heart and respiratory rate increased. I began to shake ever so slightly. Could I really sneak right on by without him noticing me? Of course not! Ken notices everything that goes on around here. He'd probably be on top of me before I could round the corner on the other side of the hallway, just steps beyond the control room door.

But, then again, he did seem rather caught up in his work at the moment. Maybe he wouldn't notice me. I mean, all I'd have to do is simply just tiptoe by and I think I'd be practically home free. I should at least try it; I'm so hungry.

At that thought, my mind was made up. With as much stealth and secrecy as I could muster, I snuck passed the door and rounded the corner. 'So far so good,' I thought with a sigh of relief as I looked back around the corner I'd just gone around. "He doesn't seem to have noticed me."

And, with that being accomplished, I made my way to the kitchen. To get there, I had to go through the dining room. As I walked in, my eyes fell upon something suspicious. There was a bowl of my favorite cereal at my usual place at the table with a card next to it, on which was my name written in Ken's handwriting.

As I stepped over to the sight, something in my head told me that this wasn't right. This isn't like Ken, to be so nice and fix me my breakfast for me. This whole scenario seemed strangely familiar to me. I stopped in mid-stride and just stood there as I thought about it.

Suddenly, it came to me then. The first time Ken had ever hurt me. He used this same trick to lure me to him. I remember, I'd made him mad just because he was trying to boss me around and I wasn't going to stand for it. I'd gone to my room angry, just as I had last night, and I didn't see Ken until the next morning.

That morning, I'd found the breakfast on the table and assumed that Ken was trying to apologize, but as soon as I reached the table, he showed up. I tried to run away from him, to get to the safety of my room, but I wasn't quick enough. Ken caught me, threw me to the ground and then, started to—

"Well, good morning, Crystal."

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A/N: Well, there's chapter three. I hope you like and, and if you don't, TOO BAD! Advice is welcome. I need help deciding whether I'm going to make Ken just beat her with his whip as usual or what. I'm not sure what I'm gonna go with.

Digimon Emperor: Yes! Finally I get to show that little brat whose boss!

Ah shut up, Kenny Boy!

Digimon Emperor: Don't call me that!

(Sticks out tongue) Get over it, Loser! I know, I'm mean, aren't I? Anyway, please R&R! I'll update soon. Buh-bye people!