Alex sat on the bed nervously. She did her best not to think about how she got where she was. How the world got so very, very messed up.

She failed miserably.

Justin had loved and lost. He was a nerd, and a loser. But now, well, now he had won. It was funny, in a way. For years, she had watched films where nerds had risen against jocks and cruel cheer-leaders, and now she was living one. She was the evil cheerleader; beautiful, popular, snarky. Riley had been the jock; handsome, arrogant, good-looking. Justin was the nerd; smart, affectionate, do-gooder... it was cosmic. Damaging his conscience had been a huge mistake. And it would never end.

Being stuck with Justin had a surprising effect on her. It was true that nerdiness rubbed off on her. The prison, a sex dungeon, had been designed with pathological care. It was called "the limbo effect" and if she was a wizard, she could have escaped. To put it simply, she was in a time loop. No matter what she said or did, nothing would change.

She could not die, or receive permanent damage. By now, her body ought to be covered in scars from whips and branding irons, but no matter what he did to her, it was undone. He would torture her for hours at a time. Then time reversed, and everything went back to the way it was. Although she had the memories, her physical and emotional maturity had reached a standstill. Every time with Justin felt like the first.

Also, he could spend days inside the dungeon, and due to the limbo effect, milliseconds would be spent outside. Her brother could stay for a hundred years if he wished, and nothing would stop him.

To make matters worse, time only seemed to be active at all when he was there. He seemed to return at least every few days to lord over her and the others; Stevie, Harper, and Miranda had all made the list. Their screams filled the air.

She had managed to glean disturbing news; Justin was a senator now. he was exposing vampires and werewolves, hunting them for sport and support from the public. It was horrifying to think of what he would do to the world.

Justin opened the door. He closed it. She shifted uncomfortably.

"Alex... have you been a bad girl?"

She nodded her head. Fighting him was foolishness. Nothing would ever change. He looked at her for a moment, "Tell me my favorite story again."

Alex swallowed nervously knowing today would be a bit worse than the rest. Though Justin no longer had a conscience, his anger did abate after a time, he kept her to remind him why he did what he did.

"Once upon a time, there was a very smart boy, who had very special abilities. Then one day, a horrible, horrible girl entered his life," Justin hissed angrily. Alex let out a squeak as he reached into the cupboard of branding irons. He picked out a small one with a lower-case 'j' on it. He put it into the furnace.

"What happened then, Alex?"

She tried not to cry, "She hurt him."

Justin stared at the iron turning golden, "And did she stop...?"
Alex squirmed. She could hear wimpering coming down the hall. Harper would likely get a visit too.

"No, but... she didn't know what would happen."

"And...?"
"And nothing," She swallowed nervously, "Then bad things happened."
"Like what, Alex?"
"..." She couldn't even speak.
He started screaming, "What happened Alex?!"
She broke down, "I can't, I just can't! Please don't Justin, I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry. I didn't mean- Aaaaaaaaah!"

The iron branded her, although time would reverse and it would disappear.

She knew not to move, or that would hurt more. He made her retell their story, all of it. By the end, she was emotionally drained. Though Justin loved her body, he hated her spirit even more. He did not care for anything but destroying her, hurting her. She dropped to the ground.

He left her on the floor. Harper started to scream.

Alex went back into her own world, knowing that nothing would ever change. It was over, Justin had won because he had spent so long losing. And he would never let her forget how she got here. The 'j' on her thigh disappeared.

The screams stopped, and Alex returned to the bed, afraid of what would happen next.

For good reason.

A.N. I guess that's the end. If you all want me to keep going, I'll write the rest. How did this come about? Well... this is terrifying, but, there's just this darkness out there. It's why people watch cop programs; we want to see the darkness.

Anywho, at this point, I recognize that it is not a happy ending, and, if you want to establish a moral here, it is simple; don't mess with someone's conscience. It's stupid to mess with a guy like that. Just... don't. I do not support what Justin is doing, I am simply telling you what a psychopath would do. Maybe I shouldnot have written this story, but I feel as though I can address this. Do not hate people, do not worship power.

I have but one question for my readers. Should I delete this story?