The first thing Lucy was aware of when struggled to regain consciousness was the tremendous pain in her stomach. She groaned and forced her eyes open to see what was causing the pain. Looking down at her body Lucy noticed that her shirt had been removed, leaving her hung up in a different room than before in just her bra, Natsu's scarf and skirt. Still feeling groggy from her pain induced nap, Lucy couldn't find it in herself to feel self-conscious or embarrassed about her lack of clothing. She looked around the room slowly, noting that the space seemed smaller and more dingey. From what she could see in the poorly lit room spiderwebs hung in at least two of the corners although she couldn't tell if any of the creatures that she detested were actually there. Unlike the first time she had woken up in captivity, she was alone. The chains holding her up seemed stronger in this room and Lucy realised that the cuffs were blocking her magic when she couldn't call upon the familiar hum of her magic.

The source of her pain was clear when she focused on the large bandage that was hopefully once white and unused that covered the middle of her stomach. Lucy tensed her stomach and she was rewarded with a flash of agony. That's when she remembered what had happened prior to her passing out. That kid had stabbed her and then Terra had mae the wound worse by twisting the knife. Lucy continued to stare at her filthy bandage that was coated with not only blood but dirt and puss from a potential infection forming in her wound.

The distinct clanging sound of locks being shifted out of place rang out around the room before the door to the left of Lucy was opened and a average sized and average looking man strolled into the room, slamming the door behind him. Lucy flinched at the loud noise before shutting her eyes and wincing at the pain that shot through her at the sharp movement. The room was silent again, until the man began to pace. After a while, the sound of his footsteps began to agitate Lucy and she found herself biting her lip hard enough to make blood dribble down her chin in her attempt to keep her mouth shut. Just when she thought she couldn't take it any longer, the man stopped walking. Lucy's gaze travelled from the horrendously dirty floor to the man and the pair watched each other, waiting for someone to make a move. The man chuckled under his breath and tilted his head at her. Annoyingly, Lucy found this action rather cute and as she soon as the thought entered her head, she thrust said head against the wall she was trapped against.

"Oh no, we can't have that. You're not allowed to any damage to yourself. No no, that's my job" the man spoke for the first time, the corners of his mouth pulled up his face and created an eerie smile. Lucy closed her eyes and reminded herself to breathe as she collected herself despite the fear that was now pulsing through her. She forced the fear down, thinking about her precious guildmates and about their inevitable rescue mission. She wanted to get out of there before they arrived to prove that she wasn't a damsel in distress but the idea had begun the seem less and less likely. After controlling her breathing for a few moments, she reopened her eyes and glared at the man. His eyes widened comically and he shot towards her so fast it looked like he teleported. Lucy jerked backwards as far as she could when he appeared a couple of inches in front of her.

"How did you do that? Tell me you detestable welp!" He began to shake Lucy, making her head continuously slam against the wall. After the first couple of hits, her head started to complain, gifting her with blurred vision and ringing ears. Eventually the man stopped and took a step backwards. He regained his composure, brushing himself down before looking back at a dazed Lucy.

"Well. How did you do it?" he questioned, a glint of anger in his eyes.

"Wha-What do you mean? I-I didn't...do anything" Lucy stuttered, feeling the fear grabbing hold of her and once again attempting to push it down.

"That! Getting rid of the fear. No one has ever been able to do that before." he said, rage over taking his facial features.

"You're doing this?" Lucy almost screeched, internally fighting with the terror that wanted to overcome her.

"Of course I did you insignificant wretch. That's my power. I can make anyone feel the way I want them to, yet somehow you're able to fight it! You bothersome fairy, stop fighting it!" he yelled becoming more and more frustrated. Lucy continued to fight until the fear went away completely. The man's posture slumped slightly and he pondered his next move.

"Well I guess if you're going to be that way, I guess I'll have to use more...traditional methods." he said, a smile working its way back onto his face. Before Lucy could ask what he meant by that, he left the room. She could hear him talking to someone outside the room meaning one thing, there was a guard. Lucy's next escape attempt would have to be very clever to be able to get past them. Just as she was about to plot her next escape, her final one hopefully, the man walked back in flourishing a large hunting knife. Lucy blanched but tried her best to not show any fear. Instead, she smiled and him.

"Is that it? I've seen pens longer than that thing." Lucy chuckled, antagonising the man. He growled and swiped at her face, catching her cheek. Lucy gasped and instinctively raised her hand to touch the cut on her face that was seeping blood until her chains stopped her. The man swiped at her again, this time cutting along the arm she had just tried to move. Blood started to pour out of that wound too. Next he ripped off the bandage on her stomach and du the knife into the existing stab wound. Lucy groaned and started to bite her lip once again to stop the pained sounds coming from her. Like hell would she give him the pleasure of knowing how much he was hurting her.

The man continued to cut, scratch and slice at Lucy's body until he suddenly stopped moving. Then he took a step back to admire his masterpiece. She was covered in blood head to toe and a litter of cuts were dotted around her body. His personal favourite? The Medusas Wrath guild mark that he'd cut over the top of her Fairy Tail mark. Lucy was crying, mourning the loss of her guild mark and cursing the man's existence. She wouldn't look at him, not after what he'd done. He bent down in front of her and took her chin in his hand, pushing fear into her boy now that she couldn't find it in herself to fight it.

"Now then, tell me all about Lumen Histoire."

So as you can see, I've decided to change the name of the story. I hope you liked this chapter. See you next time!