A/N: Disclaimer: Refer back to Chapter 1.

WARNING: OOC, LANGUAGE, NON-CON LEMON, SLIGHT VIOLENCE, ANGST

Chapter 4: Fate of the Wicked

He cackled within.

She couldn't breathe as she finally stood face to face with her captor.

He could see the shock in her eyes that he couldn't help but give out a chuckle; a low but convivial chuckle…

"You…you…did this…?" she asked weakly, her voice unsure.

Argilla blinked and then rubbed her eyes over and over. There was no way that…

"It can't be…I mean…this has got to be some sort of trick…right?" she asked; her eyes and voice desperate for anything to believe in…Anything good. Any excuse would do…

It was all a ruse. It was all a test…

'Come on Serph…Gale…'

"Come on guys…" she said with trembling countenance, "the gig is up right? This is…this is just…"

"This is real." the man before her stated calmly.

By now a tear rolled down her cheek, "Why…?" she managed to choke out.

Heat's face fell as he regarded her question. Why…?

"Do you know…how many times I've asked that…?" he asked in a low and malevolent whisper, his eyes slowly rising to meet her shaking pink pools.

"I've asked that question so many times…that I've lost count…It doesn't matter anymore…It's worthless…You know why?"

"…" She could say nothing in reply. She was still shocked; she was still taking in the fact that he had been right. It hadn't been a ruse. Serph and their other comrades weren't there. He had done this of his own accord.

And now…

"It's worthless because there's no one to listen. There's no one to hear your pathetic cries…or your pleas…All your words…fall on deaf ears." he finished calmly. Then, he took a hundred-eighty degree turn as he suddenly laughed, "But you already know what that feels right…?"

She cursed; she knew. Yes…she did.

That was what she had felt all those weeks within that cell…She would call and shout and yell…but there was no one there to hear her…No matter how much she shouted or yelled out a string of profanities, no response had been heard…

Nothing…

Heat shook his head; this wasn't the time. He suddenly smirked at her, "What's the matter soldier? Lost your appetite for blood?"

"What?" she hissed.

Heat spread his arms apart, exposing to her his chest, "Come at me soldier. This is the only way you'd get free…Through me."

She gritted her teeth, "Heat. Stop this. This is crazy! I can't fight you!"

He glared at her, "Oh? Why not? Afraid you can't beat me?"

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at his pathetic attempt to psych her out. Regardless, she spoke, unfaltering in her words, "You are my comrade."

Heat's smirk disappeared from his lips as he considered her words. A comrade…? Him? To her…? No; she wasn't a comrade…She never was…

"You're not my comrade Argilla…" he told her malevolently, glaring at her.

"You're mine…" he finished, growling, as he tackled her suddenly. Argilla saw his running form but was prepared. She knew what it was she must do. He tackled her on the cold floor and there thrust him upwards as his weight fell on her, using his full weight and speed to throw him over her.

As soon as he was off, she rolled and knelt, holding the gun right in front of her, pointing it at him, "S-stay away from me Heat…I don't know what drugs you've sniffed…but…"

He laughed, "Drugs? Come on Argilla. You can think better than that…" he trailed off as he made for her again.

Argilla gritted her teeth and pulled the trigger, aiming for his leg. She missed.

Again, she found herself locked in his arms, the gun away from her hand. It landed in one of the room's random corners.

She gritted her teeth in anger. She countered his moves and grabbed him by the arm, twisting it before sending him to do a summersault before landing on the floor. Heat snarled as his back met the floor but instantaneously, his leg swept the floor and along it, her leg. She tripped, "Argh!" she yelled; frustrated.

He got on her fallen form and hit her on the cheek, his punch as powerful as it could get. Argilla felt dizzy as her head felt shaken. But nonetheless she persevered. She saw right through his movements kicked him off of her.

Heat remained perfectly still on the floor, knowing that she was going to tackle him. She did. Typical. He grabbed her arms and his legs encircled her hips and turned them over so that he was on top of her.

He grabbed her head and smashed her skull into the cold floor.

She groaned at that, momentarily losing her focus.

From there, he got off her and then grabbed her shoulders and kneed her on her stomach. Argilla grabbed his calf as he prepared to kick her again and there hurled him through the room as she mustered her strength.

She heard a loud crash as she panted, "Give up Heat…!"

To her surprise, she heard laughter.

She blinked; didn't her blows hurt him?

"That was fun…" he told her as he emerged from the debris, unscathed.

"Tch…" she spat, narrowing her eyes, "It doesn't have to be this way." she told him firmly, "Just let me go and we can talk this over."

Heat looked and listened to her with mild interest. She was so brave…so strong…But that was because he hadn't had his way with her…Yet.

Once he had and once she knew her place, she wouldn't be speaking to him in such a manner…

No…never again.

He would do everything to make her remember. He wanted her to remember her sins…He wanted her to remember that she was his…

They weren't equals…! No! Never! She was beneath him! She was just a woman to him! That was how she was to be…

He laughed, "Why? I like things the way they are…" he drawled, totally unscathed from her attacks, "I enjoy this Argilla…Don't you…?"

She threw him a dirty look and he chuckled, taking in the cool musty air, taking a deep breath and then releasing it evenly, "Aa…! Don't you just love this…? Two warriors facing each other in battle…Don't you just love that smell Argilla…?" he asked, looking as if he were in a trance, with his eyes glazed, gazing at hers expectantly.

"This is the smell…of battle…" he trailed off, his face suddenly hardening as he continued, "Fear…Nervousness…Trepidation…Apprehension…That is how soldiers should feel…"

Argilla narrowed her eyes, grabbing her knife from its holster, holding it defensively in front of her, "We're not enemies Heat…! Why are you doing this…?"

"Because you are mine." he told her again, glaring at her as he clenched his hands into fists. She looked at him stupidly, "W-what are you talking about?"

He closed his eyes and laughed bitterly, "You remember nothing…do you?"

She narrowed her eyes, "…"

Heat glared at her, "Why is that…? Is it because that you remember only 'him'?" he asked bitterly.

'Him…? Who is he talking about…?' Argilla thought.

Heat had had enough. Their time for talk had come to pass. She was playing dumb again. Hiding behind the guise of innocent ignorance…

He hated it whenever she would do that…

Yes…in their previous lives that was what she had done. She had led him to believe that she was a good person; a faithful woman…

And now, she was doing it again.

The nerve of her!

Seeing the distraction in her whole countenance, he had lunged for her again. This time, she had failed to anticipate him.

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Argilla groaned in pain. Her head felt so heavy…

Where was she…?

What had happened…?

She looked around. She blinked and focused her eyes. She gritted her teeth; she was enshrouded by darkness.

'That bastard…!' she internally seethed.

To complete her suspicion, she yanked her legs and there felt the all too familiar cold feeling of metal on her ankle. She again heard the all too familiar clank of chains.

She was back where she started.

Her heart skipped a beat and immediately inspected her apparel. No. He had not stripped her this time. She was gladdened at that.

Before, she really didn't care all that much if her captor had stripped her. But that was because he had been faceless to her. He was a foreign person…a nameless stranger…He who meant nothing to her…

But now…all that changed when he had divulged to her his real identity…

Now…she felt…cornered…trapped. It had been Heat who had done all of this. He wasn't an unknown, nameless, faceless person anymore…He had been a part of her life…a comrade…a friend…

She sneered at that. A comrade…That was how she had looked upon him. But it would seem that he did not reciprocate her feelings…He probably never did. He hated her didn't he? That was the reason he had done all that he did…

Because he hated her.

And from their previous conversation, she had come to know that he had remembered things from his previous life. She frowned; she wasn't ignorant to their current state. She knew that she had been placed in Purgatory for her sins…

But as to what they were, that she didn't know…

However, it would seem that Heat knew…He knew of her sins didn't he…? Was that the reason why…he hated her…?

Her eyes widened, 'Impossible…Was I…the reason he's here…?'

She groaned in pain once more as she felt a sharp pain on her shoulders and neck. How long had she been out cold anyway…?

Her hand instinctively went to the back of her neck to massage her tense tissues and muscles when she stiffened again. She hissed in pain as she felt a prick of pain on the back of her neck, at the base of her head.

There was a cut…or something like it.

She hissed in pain, 'What the hell was that…?'

And it wasn't just that…She felt sore all over her body…Heat had really beaten her badly, hadn't he…?

She scowled again. He had offered her, her freedom should she had won their last bout. She supposed that that offer was now null and void…seeing as he had knocked her out. Her frown deepened, so, what now?

She cursed as she was met with blinding light.

A moment later, she heard a light footstep and a calm voice, "You have lost."

She gritted her teeth and answered sarcastically, "No shit Heat." She looked up at him and scowled, "So…what of it? What are you going to do? Keep me locked up here?"

"…" he said nothing, still noting how calm and collected she was despite her apparent precarious situation.

His contemplation was broken by her annoying voice once more.

"You have no imagination…" she laughed as she sneered at him, shaking her head with her eyes closed.

His blood boiled; even after he had beaten her, she still refused to submit! What would it take!?

He had abducted her, starved her, stalked her…He had badly beaten her body but still, she was her proud and calm self!

Snarling, he took one last step towards her and grabbed her by the collar of her jacket and pulled her upwards forcefully. She hadn't a moment to comprehend what it was he was doing before she suddenly found his lips latched onto hers.

She froze and there a moment later, she growled, pushing him away. But he did not let her. He would not be pushed away!

She wanted imagination…? She wanted to take a peek at his most darkest and twisted fantasy? Then, he would not dare deprive her of that. Oh no.

Now, he was all the more obliged to…

Argilla growled again and shouted into his mouth but unwittingly had granted him the access that he so desperately needed. He plundered her wet mouth with his hot tongue while his teeth held her lips prisoner.

He kissed her savagely, without any gentleness…No. He wasn't capable of that anyway.

She continued to wriggle from him but he held her firmly. She was using her basic military training against him? Didn't she know that it was futile?

Didn't she realize that he himself had been trained in such a fashion…? Didn't she know who she was dealing with?

He was Embryon's strongest soldier…A force of pure strength. There was no way in which she could beat him. Not in a million years.

Growling, he had put a stop on her annoying struggles.

She screamed in his mouth as he snapped her wrists, breaking her bones. She immediately ceased her movement, writhing in pain against him.

A moment later, after taking his ample time exploring her wet cavern, he drew his face away from hers. He felt…absolutely intoxicated. Her mouth…her lips…her tongue…

Her kiss was as invigorating as he had remembered them to be…

And now, his weeks of waiting had come to an end. Now, he would feast upon her…

She fell on the cold floor as he drew away, groaning. He looked at her and there saw the funny position of her hands, being bent backwards. Now, her hands were useless to her. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at her creamy legs.

He considered breaking them too…

Hm…he wondered; would she like that…? Probably not.

He didn't want to either…

But…

No. He would give her a chance. If she submitted now, he would not break her legs…

With a smirk, he knelt down in front of her and proceeded to take her jacket off her, uncouthly pulling it from her. Disoriented from the pain that he had just inflicted on her, she failed to comprehend that she was being stripped.

She yelped as the sleeves of her jacket got stuck at her broken wrists, further exacerbating the pain. Wanting to relieve herself of the pain, she aided him in getting the jacket from her. Before she could find out what was going on, she felt herself being pushed on her back.

She felt the wind knocked out of her as she wasn't pushed but shoved against the cold floor.

Gritting her teeth, she twisted her body to the sides as Heat's hands now came for her corset, pulling the zipper down.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" she finally yelled.

She yelped again as she felt his powerful fist on her jaw. Her vision blurred. In retaliation, her legs kicked at him, aiming at his face. He saw it a mile away and grabbed it firmly. He then spoke malevolently, "Argilla."

She froze as he said her name calmly.

"Both your wrists are broken. You ankle is shackled and I hold your other leg. You are practically immobilized. Don't make this difficult. Unless you want a broken leg." he told her honestly, warning her fairly.

In his opinion, it was more than she deserved.

He had not received any form of warning when she killed him. He had not received any warning when she betrayed him.

It was unfair…

"What exactly do you want from me you molesting pervert!?" she yelled angrily.

"You've lost. You're mine." he told her cryptically, as he resumed his work on her apparel. Her hair began to stand on one end. What the hell was he doing? He was going to…!?

She paled and again struggled.

Bad move.

She screamed as he broke her elbow.

She once more fell limp on the floor, just listening to his sigh.

"I told you so. Now, be a good girl…and hold still…"

She let a tear escape her eyes and she turned to face him, "Heat…Why are you doing this to me…!? What have I done!?"

He didn't reply and instead roughly pulled the corset from her body. She let him. A moment later, she was completely bare before him. She shivered as she looked at his blazing red eyes. They were veiled thickly with lust…She felt so ashamed as she saw herself…naked before his hungry eyes…Her arms slowly came up to conceal her body from his stare but he grabbed her arms and pulled them from her chest.

She sobbed faintly…but just faintly…

His eyes glinted malevolently at her…They glinted mischievously, lustfully…

They weren't even looking into her eyes but on her body. Despite her growing feeling of hurt and despair, she gave him a disgusted look.

She closed her eyes…and screamed at herself to think of something else…This was a dream…It was a nightmare!

'Save me…Serph!'

She shot her eyes open once more as she was grabbed forcefully by the arm. She winced as Heat, now completely nude, slammed her against the wall. His hand grabbed her hair while the other remained on her arm, cutting off the blood circulation within her body. He glared at her and there pulled at her hair forcefully, tearing a good portion of her long and silky pink locks, "Even now…you betray me…!"

She was confused.

But before she could think of it further, the sting on her jaw was further exacerbated as she was backhanded.

Heat was appalled. Until now, she was still betraying him!

She was a whore in the last life and she was still a whore now!

He couldn't contain his anger any longer and there, he grabbed her head and slammed it on the wall. She groaned in pain. He gritted his teeth; it wasn't enough. She needed to bleed…

He grabbed her arms and slammed them on the wall, purposefully hitting her broken joints. She yelped.

"Heat…! It hurts…!" she groaned.

He wanted her to shut up. Couldn't she just keep her mouth shut? She was annoying him again!

He grabbed her hair again and shoved her on the floor. She fell on her stomach. He watched in twisted delight as she curled herself to a ball. He scowled and there kicked her on her abdomen. She didn't flinch and just moaned. He kicked her again and stepped on her shoulder blade.

There. She coughed.

She coughed up blood.

He laughed, "Aa…Don't sleep yet…We're only just getting started…" he told her with a macabre sense of mirth.

A moment later, he knelt in front of her and drew her legs apart…He wanted to feel her…He wanted to possess her…He had watched long enough. He had endured hard enough…

And now…

It was time to consummate their relationship…

There wasn't anything wrong in it…

She was his. She had been his to begin with…There was nothing wrong in taking what was his.

With his justification, he grabbed her hips, stilling her movements and united their bodies.

Argilla jerked her body left and right as she felt his long and thick manhood slicing her body right down the middle. Her muscles flexed and stretched, not to accommodate him but attempting in vain to expel him from her.

She held back a groan of pain as he ripped her in two.

Heat could feel her resistance even within but he would not be deterred. She was determined yes…But his desire had grown too large, too intense for even he to control or restrain.

In life, rewards or yields went, not to the man who was the strongest or the fastest…It would go to the man who wanted it most.

She may be persevering in her endeavor but he wanted her far too much to relinquish his control…No. Even in the face of utter defeat, he would not give up even the smallest amount of control he had on her…

Never.

He laughed in a maniacal way as he relished in her warm feel…She had been pure…eh? So, God had given her a second chance…

She had been pure once more…But he had taken it. It wasn't wrong. She was his to begin with…There was no wrong in it…

His hands grabbed the warm, smooth and soft flesh of her ample breasts and clawed at them mercilessly, lightly tearing the skin.

He cackled as he watched her bleed…He groaned in utter bliss as he felt her warmth…and the warmth of her sweet blood…

His manhood was buried deep within her…now being cared for by her tight core…Her passage was no longer trying to expel him…Now, it was accommodating him…It was stretching and conforming to his shape and length to fit him perfectly…

Her blood had dripped onto the floor and had seeped onto his limbs…He sniffed the air and smelled it…

He laughed again. This was the feeling of outmost triumph…No!

Not of victory…!

But of just reward…!

Of cold retribution…!

And now, as he continued to ride her savagely, he continued to laugh and feel nothing but insurmountable pleasure…

Again, the statement of justification for his wretched act began to resurface…

There was nothing wrong in it…It was his right and it was retribution.

She was to bleed and suffer by his hand. She was the cause, the root, the origin of his misery.

If only she hadn't done it to him…they wouldn't be here now…

They could be living a good life…somewhere else…

Not in Purgatory.

As he thought of his "memory", his anger again rose and there, his fingernails dug painfully into her skin as he pummeled her without restraint.

She was in pain and he knew it.

She did not feel an ounce of pleasure from him. She was as dry as a bone. But he supposed that was what she was to feel anyway. She wasn't supposed to derive any pleasure from him.

Not an ounce of it.

He groaned as he felt his release…his climax.

"Aa…" he trailed off in complete bliss as felt nirvana…Yes…nirvana.

That feeling…the feeling that she had just provided him… that would be the feeling that would sustain him in this God-forsaken world…

She would sustain him…

There was nothing wrong in that…

It was his right.

It was retribution.

He looked at her; her body glistened in sweat, glowing from their lovemaking. He laughed at that. She was unconscious. Again.

He smirked, "That is how you are to look…Always." he told her, lightly fingering her cheek.

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