Hello! Another chapter! It's 2 am here, but why not? I'm on a roll! I am sad to say, that some of you may be disturbed by what carver does to Clem in this chapter (No rape, I promise) I debated on whether or not to write it, but I decided to put it in. Please don't yell at me! Gotta take a leap of faith! (Please don't kill me)

Also, I have created a poll about what story I should do next! It's on my profile! You should go vote (I was gonna do my cross over after I finished this, but I had ran into a problem, so it will have to wait.) You don't have to, but it would be greatly appreciated :D

Review time!

Stinamimmi: Don't we all ship it? And if we don't, we should :)

CarLeelover: XD that we did, my friend!

PeanutFangirl: If joy would like to come to have a brief check up with her non existent brother (Smirks evilly) Then Joy may come see her sibling! (World blows up)

zombx3or: Yes! I'm proud of my little Clemmy too :') What a wonderful moment for a writer to experience! and I thought you'd like that small Clarah thing :) Didn't everyone?

Fun Fact: Two chapters ago, Nick was suppose to be taken with the rest of the group. I changed it so that this chapter may occur. Cause we all know that Nick would put a stop to this...

ONTO THE STORY!

I walked my aching legs up the stairs. I've only been here for ten minutes and I'm already sick and tired of the place. Just like old times, Carver had ordered me to his office. For another, 'meeting,' no doubt. He wants to do this first thing is talk to me? I had expected this to happen, but defiantly not so soon. I crossed my arms and rubbed them up and down in an attempt to warm them up. However, the goose bumps hadn't settled down my skin.

I gulped before I wrapped my fingers around the door knob and twisting it. My heart started beating a little harder as I pushed the door open. Closing it again behind me, I placed my trembling hands behind my back and Carver was sitting in his regular spot. He offered a smile and gestured me to sit down across from him. Obeying, I had taken the seat.

"Hey Clementine," His scratchy voice greeted.

Looking at the hardwood on the desk, I responded, "Hello Carver."

"Did you miss me?" He asked in a teasing tone of voice, "Because I sure have missed you."

A slight shiver ran down my back. Trying to keep my , 'tough girl,' image, I folded my arms, "Is there something you needed?"

He chuckled, "Straight to the point, huh? That's something I've always liked about you, Clementine. You never waste time when it comes to what needs to be done." His eyes squinted and I shifted around uncomfortably, "But I'm afraid you wont like this?"

And there's another shiver, "Like what?"

He stood up and moved to his closet. I turned my upper body to keep an eye on him. While he moved stuff around, he continued, "Well you see, you haven't been a very good girl. Now have you? And you know what happens when someone does something that isn't good around here. They get punished." He turned to me, "Clementine, remove your shirt."

Wait... what? My eyes widened and a horrible amount of fear took over me. More fear then I've ever been in. I didn't ask why he had requested such a thing, I was to afraid of the answer. My voice quivered, but I spoke sternly, "No."

"Clementine," he warned, "I wouldn't be sassy if I were you. You did something and now you're paying the price. And I'm sure you don't want anything bad to happen to Sarah, or Rebecca, or any of those other friends of yours." I scowled. Knowing this two faced, pitiful, hypocritical, evil, son of a bitch really would carry out that threat, I hesitated before my trembling hands grabbed the hem of my shirt. When I started to tug it up, I turned so that my bare back was exposed and kept my front faced away. The coldness in the air nipped at my skin and I bit my bottom lip to keep it from trembling. it wasn't long until I heard his smug voice, "Good girl. Now, I found that old history museum you and the others had run off to. Do you know what war that was about?"

"No," I answered honestly. I heard some things move in the back round as my eyes landed on my purple shirt that had been now on the desk.

I heard the closet door close, "Well, it's the civil war. You see, people use to own other people. They were slaves. And mostly, these slaves were black. Now, whenever a slave would fail at doing a task or do something they weren't suppose to, they would get punished." He paused for dramatic affect, "Now, while looking around I had found something they had used. They're called whips."

"Whips," I rolled the word around in my mouth. It was unfamiliar to me. But whatever it was, I knew I wouldn't like it.

"Mhmm," Carver hummed.

There was a long pause and I felt myself grow more uncomfortable. Keeping my eyes on my shirt, I tried to focus on the purple color other then what was around me. My curly hair tickled my exposed shoulders as I turned my head to look behind me. I was about to ask what he was going to do, or maybe if I could put the fabric back on my skin. But a sudden, "Crack," And a horrible stinging on my upper back, which stopped me from doing so. I instinctively reached for my back and gave a loud yelp from the pain. Tears instantly filled my eyes. and I felt blood pour down my back.

"Carver!" I shrieked, "What the hell!"

"Just nine more," He muttered.

I hissed from the lingering sting, "Nine?! More?! You shouldn't be doing this at all!" and of course I didn't exactly know what he was doing, now in to much pain to turn.

"Clementine," He said, "Hush up so we can get this over with!"

Before I could've said another word, another snapping sound filled the air and the pain moved to my lower back. I let out another scream and my nails dug into my flesh in an attempt to bare the horrible, hot, stings that ran up and down my body. Another one landed on my flesh, this one was hard. I felt sticky, red blood drip all the way down my back. Whatever he's beating me with must be making cuts. And I can feel where the skin splits. No doubt some of them will need stitching, if I am given such an opportunity.

Another one and another. All of them being randomly ran across my skin and I had began to shake. The tears came out of my eyes uncontrollably as I let out many more screams of pain. Feeling more stinging and blood with each whip. the next one had wrapped around my back, circling to my stomach, barley missing the gunshot wound, but the vibrations still sent a sharp sting to it. I bit my bottom lip and soon the familiar taste of iron hit my throat. I would have done my best to make Carver stop, but I knew this could've gotten worse. I don't even know how long the others took.

One more, landing just above my left shoulder blade and running down diagonally, and the cruel torture was over. But the pain had not left. My face scrunched up with sorrow and tears having wet my face, I' sure I looked pitiful. I'm sure that the amount of blood trailing down my back and a sobbing sound I was making didn't help. I heard Carver carelessly drop his object of terror down to the ground. It landed with a thud. As if a toddler had gotten bored with a toy and had thrown it across the room.

And that's exactly what it was to Carver. A toy. Nothing more then a mere object to pass the time with. And he oh so loved to play. And that's the sick thing about him. It's just all a game in his mind. Howe's is his playground and everyone here is just another child to play with. He found the pain in ones eyes amusing and the shaking figure of everyone as he approaches. He takes pride in it.

"Stay here," He quietly mumbled as her exited the room. With him gone, I squeezed my eyes shut and I finally let my self burst into tears. I wanted to call out for Nick, and think that he could somehow come to me. It was scary to know that he wont be there to comfort me after I leave this room. I sniffed, and wiped my eyes. Still shaking from the sudden ups and downs from the new cuts. My back was throbbing and pulsating.

I heard the door open and close. I heard something be placed on the ground, but I didn't open my eyes to look. I heard Carver him a tune, as if he were taking a stroll in the park and not looking at a blood soaked kid. I heard the sound of water splash and footsteps coming from the outside. But I kept my eyes shut through this.

However, my golden orbs did widen up when I felt the stinging return. I whimpered loud and Carver shushed me.

"It's alright Clem," He said, sounding like he hadn't caused it, "I'm just cleaning it."

Scared of what would happen if I protested, I simply hissed when the burning hot water made contact with the long cuts. More tears ran down my face, but I tried to keep them silent. I don't know if he heard me or not. I heard him repeatedly drop the cloth he was using in and out of the bowl of water, not bothering to ring it out. Several more hisses and shivers later, he hd dried my back. I felt him put bandages on them, just enough to make sure the blood didn't seep through my shirt. Most likely so nobody would ask any questions.

He had stood up and had given me permission to clothe my upper body again. I didn't hesitate before I grabbed the purple shirt and hastily put it on. Once I was fully clothed again. I folded my arms rubbing my hands up and down them. I tried to straighten my back, but it hurt so badly.

"Don't tell anyone about this," He turned to me, "If they get infected, come to me and I'll have Carlos fix it. But you don't go to him."

I nodded in understanding, When I finally found my voice, I let out a shaking, "Alright."

"You may leave now," He informed me. I turned to do just that, but I looked at the water that was in the bowl. It was now tinted a dark pink and held a bloody rag in it. It took effort, but I managed to peel my eyes away from it. Hunched over, my small hand reached for the door knob. When my fingertips touched it, Caver darkly added, "And I hope you remember this next time you consider doing something I wont like."

I told you you wouldn't like it... I sowwy! Go ahead, tell me how horrible I am. (And also tell me how unlogical this is because I dontt think they carry whips in museums... do they? And I also don't know much about Whip wounds, so I just tried my best XD sorry if it wasn't very... realistic.)

Let us hope Nick gets here soon. :( c'mon Nicky, where are ya? Clem needs you!

BATMAN OUT! ;)