[Deathwish]

I remember the moment I regained consciousness that night as if it happened yesterday; I woke up to find myself staring at the backside of my captor. That in itself almost made me pass out again, especially with the amount of blood that was pounding into my head. Hanging upside down is not fun at all; not to mention his hand at my butt was terrific! I shuddered.

Then came the moment he took me into his headquarters; I thought I would get deaf from the screaming and yelling that came from a long silver-haired man. The only things I heard were not another one of your wenches. I mean honestly?

Their other co-worker or whatever is completely opposite to them both. He's so emotionless. He's freaky if you ask me. He got stabbed the moment the tiara wearing man tossed me on the floor and he didn't even flinch or cry out in pain. It hurt a whole lot too, being tossed like garbage. My body couldn't even move. It was from the special poison that he had dipped his knives into. He could have killed me. Actually, I think he's going to kill me anyway. It's not like I have had a real life any—

"VOOOI! Where's my food dammit?"

I sighed; pilling more food onto the already full tray. Six months have passed already and nothing has changed between him and his shouting for food. I picked up the tray gingerly in my hands and winced feeling the weight pull down at my arms.

I'm not really that strong or that weak, but I'm in a weakened state ever since two weeks ago. For some reason Bel-sama went nuts over my arms. If he decides to keep me I'm going to end up being full of scars; scars made only by him. I'm his property now. I can't even talk without him giving me permission to.

"That took forever!" Squalo grumbled, glaring at me.

I placed his tray gently and as quietly as I could manage and then I bowed to him before leaving; the things that man makes me do. Not that I can complain. He feeds me, and gives me shelter, not to mention he got rid of my mo—

"Slave~!"

I froze in my steps and turned around slowly to face him; the insane, smiling, laughing, knife freak, and most importantly, the man who has my life in his hands.

I curtsied to him and looked up again to find him grinning wildly; he so does remind me of Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.

"The Prince is bored Slave, play a game with me."

I withheld the urge to shake my head to refuse; it'll only make him take out his many knives and use me as a target board. Knowing his games it'll have to do with dodging his knives. Dodge-ball, only more dangerous.

It's a miracle really, how I am still alive.

I watched him approach stealthily, his grin still in place, one would think that smiling so much would hurt. I suppose he enjoys the pain…

I flinched feeling his hand on my chest, near my collarbone. What's he going to do in the middle of the hallway?

"Shishi, your blood's pounding wildly in your veins," Bel spoke, his hand pressing against my neck, "The Prince thinks it would look nice running down your white skin~!"

I bit my lower lip to stop it from quivering; he's never attacked my neck before with his knives, is tonight my last night? I felt my eyes start to sting and shut them tightly. He laughed and I felt him run the pad of his thumb against my lip.

"Is the Slave nervous, scared of her Prince?" I felt his breath against my ear, "Or could she be aroused by him~?"

I felt warning bells go off in my head as my body went cold; did he for once since I've known him, fail to pick up a common whore? His words not mine; I'd never call a woman a common whore. He's going to rape me! Oh please no!

"Good Slave, you didn't make a sound," Bel praised licking the tip of my ear, "I'll leave your neck, for now~!"

I felt my hands start to shake with nerves and I gulped dryly. I feel so disgusting, and he hasn't even done anything yet.

"Bel-senpai, what are you doing to Lara-chan?"

I blinked my eyes open and from the corner of my right eye I saw Fran walk up to us; without even turning Bel raised his right hand and sent knives flying towards Fran. They hit their target.

"Bel-senpai, what was that for?" Fran monotoned, pulling out the three knives out of his hat.

It's a good thing his Frog-hat is huge; or he'd be dead many times over.

"Froggy should know not to interrupt the Prince with his Slave."

I saw Bel's smile fade and I mentally groaned. A crazily smiling Bel is not as scary as a non smiling Bel.

"She's not a slave senpai~!" Fran pointed out, "She's a maid see the black uniform she has on? Or you could if you cut your hai—Bel-senpai that hurt."

I watched as blood dripped from Fran's forehead down his nose; I can't believe he's alive from a knife straight in to the middle of the forehead. These people are not normal!

I sidestepped around Bel to approach Fran to apply first aid to his injury only to cry out in pain. I looked over my shoulder to Bel who had grabbed my right arm and twisted it behind my back. The tears slipped out of my eyes out of habit and I heard him hiss, "What do you think you are doing Slave?"

I gulped. Do I answer him or not? He didn't give me any permission. I mewled with pain as he dug his fingers deep into my healing arm.

"Answer me Bitch."

"I-I was going to tend to F-Fra—"

I felt my body get turned around roughly and I stared up at Bel's unsmiling face; he leaned his face close to mine and whispered, "You might be a maid, but you are my slave first and foremost. They don't matter over the Prince. Do you understand?"

The low tone of his voice sent a prickle of fear down my spine; I nodded weakly and gasped when I felt a heavy blow to my cheek.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Y-yes." I nodded my eyes downcast.

He backhanded me in front of Fran; I just hate when he does this with eye witnesses, it makes me feel so cheap and disgusting. Without a word I felt Bel brush past me and I didn't even move a muscle; what if he's watching me for a reaction. I won't give him any satisfaction.

"Lara-chan, it's okay the intermit Prince is gone." I felt Fran put a hand on my shoulder and I flinched.

I saw Fran's boots appear in front of mine and I felt his fingers tilt my head up to look at him; as usual he had no emotion evident on his face. This is the first time he's ever been this close.

"Lara-chan, I don't know what's going on between you and senpai, but why did you choose him?"

I blinked copiously at the slightly taller man, even without the huge hat on his head he's a few inches taller. What's he talking about? Is he trying to suggest that—that mentally insane knife freak and I have a relationship going on? I'd never. Not in a million years. Over my d—I shuddered, yeah I'm not going to finish that thought.

I shook my head at him and walked away from him; now that he's gone so is my permission to speak. I don't want to risk the others telling on me for talking to them. I quickly went to do my other duties around the building.

They own a seven floored building; it looks like an ordinary building from the outside, but the inside is a mansion. I don't know who designed it, but I find it odd how nobody comes to ask if they can rent an apartment.

I teetered dangerously over the top step of the ladder, trying to wipe away the nonexistent dust from the extravagant light fixtures. The one time I forgot to wipe the over-the-top lights, Bel-sama noticed and punished me. I didn't forget, I just didn't think he would notice, but he did.

Just a little bit more~! I pressed more weight down on my right leg and raised my left foot slightly to have some balance. I moved the slightly damp cloth over the last area of this certain light fixture and sighed. I surviv—I yelped losing balance when the bright light suddenly shone from the chandelier.

I grabbed onto the top of the ladder and shut my eyes, praying against all odds to stay on. Even if I'm injured I'll be forced to continue as usual. My heart nearly broke out of my chest with fright.

"Ushishishi, nice save stupid Peasant~!"

Him! I should have known he'd do something as cruel as turn on the lights that I'm cleaning. I opened my eyes and glared down at him.

"Next time don't wear panties."

That damned perverted knife-wielding prick! As if I'm going to go starkers underneath this short uniform skirt. I'd be violated by those damn knives.

"Remove them."

I felt my body freeze at those two simple words. No. Please no. I'm surrounded by three men. I—I'm not—I felt the muscles in my arms twitch and I swallowed down the lump that was forming in my throat.

"It's not a choice. The Prince orders you to drop the panties."

I shook my head whispering, "N-No."

I screamed, nearly falling off the ladder when he appeared in front of me, on the other side of the ladder—how did he?

"Do you have a death wish? The Prince did not give the Bitch permission to speak, for that you will be punished~!"

The hand that held me from falling off the ladder tightened around my upper arm and I withheld a squeak. What is he going to—I felt tears slip out of my eyes when I felt his hand go excruciatingly slow up the back of my thigh.

I felt vomit surge up into my mouth and bit my lower lip to hold the contents in; he'll push me off the ladder if I vomit on him. I know it.

My eyelids clenched painfully together when his fingers went under the top of my underwear; there's nothing I can do. I'm—I have no dignity. What did I ever do to deserve this?

Bel-sama took his damn time inching the small piece of cloth down my thighs.

"Bend your leg back."

I did as he said and within two minutes he held out the underwear in front of my face, grinning his freaky smile.

"Time for a game of tag and seek. You go hide and the Prince will find you. You have five minutes~!" He cooed and he leapt off the ladder landing gracefully on his feet.

The moment I heard the door close behind him I stumbled down the ladder to the safety of the cold floor. I sat down crossing my leg pressing the top of my skirt between my legs with my hands. I breathed hard willing the tears to stop.

…I have to get over myself. My body, my life none of it is mine. I gave him my life the moment I forgot to leave him the money all those months back.

I stood up shakily and wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand. If only I could be invisible from him…

I staggered across the hallway, half leaning on the wall with my less injured side. Bel has been playing the game of chase, find and stab the Slave for over one hour now and I'm not too good at this game. So far I've been stabbed once in my left arm, twice in my thighs and at the back of my right shoulder.

"I can smell your blood Peasant~!"

My shoulders tensed and I looked around to find him, but as before he was nowhere in sight. I gasped loudly when the silver knife sliced across the side of my calf.

"Oh? The Prince missed that time~! Run along now Slave."

Missed? I consider that a bloody hit, no pun intended. I took heed to his command and pushed my aching, bleeding legs to move towards the door a few feet away.

I struggled to turn the knob with my shaky hands and hung my head in shame when I heard his laugh in the distance. He's having the time of his life. I pushed open the door gasping at the pain in my arms.

When will this game end? I grasped onto the railing and slowly limped down the stairs to the second bottom level of the building. Is he going to prolong this game until my death?

My foot missed a step and my body lurched forward; I groaned feeling my body land onto the ground. I should just stay here and wait for him, but he won't like that and will only torture me more.

I forced myself up on my feet and entered the dark level. I blinked copiously trying to adjust to the sudden darkness that engulfed my senses. Yes. Here is good. I'll stay here.

I walked a few steps and felt my heart leap into my mouth when something that felt like an arm went around my middle, before I could scream a hand covered my mouth. Out of sheer fear I forced my elbow back into the being behind me.

"Ow. Lara-chan."

I felt my eyes go wide when I heard Fran's voice against my ear; it sent a shiver down my spine. What's he doing down here at this moment? I felt my heart rate slowly go back to normal, and normal now is still pretty not normal. Pretty not normal? I shook my head at my own stupidity.

"Bel-senpai wouldn't have taken that attack lightly," Fran commented dropping his hand from my mouth.

I nodded in agreement. He's right. My futile attempt to protect myself would only end in my own demise and his enjoyment. He probably gets turned on by my pain and fear—I can't believe I just thought that. I never had thoughts like this before.

"What's wrong Lara-chan?"

I blinked nervously, how does he know that something is wrong? …Was he following me? I gulped shaking my head; his arm is still around my waist. Please Fran, don't be a pervert. I'm not wearing any underwear since the blond prince confiscated them all.

"Come with me."

I shook my head at that, and pushed my hands against the arm that was around my waist to move away from him. His arm didn't budge.

I heard him sigh quietly and he turned me around to face him. I can't even see him properly through this darkness, all I can see are the eyes of his Frog-hat, glowing bluish in the dark. It was slightly creepy.

"Why won't you come with me?" He voice came out low.

Isn't it obvious? If he finds us together we're both in trouble. I don't want to get you in trouble Fran, seeing as Bel always abuses you with his knives.

"I don't read minds," Fran pointed out, "Talk to me, I won't tell the moron senpai."

Should I talk to him? What if he's here in the darkness watching and waiting for my mistake? I bit my lower lip making a sound at the back of my throat. I can't I'm sorry Fran.

I gasped loudly feeling him grasp and pull on my wrist roughly; my legs moved after him and I stumbled in my pain, but Fran kept walking. Stop. Stop. He's going to find out!

Before I knew it I found myself back on a lit level in the building; I squinted from the change and I gasped when Fran pushed me through a door to the wall saying, "Be quiet."

He left the closet and shut the door, only leaving it a crack open. I felt something cold wash over me and I gulped at the sensation. …What was that?

I stared through the opening of the door and stumbled back in shock. How in Hell is this possible? Are my eyes deceiving me? They have to be; how else did I just see myself stumble through the hallway just now?

"Bel-senpai let Lara-chan cook dinner." I heard Fran state.

"Shishi~! No."

"What are we going to eat?" Fran pointed out.

"Order out," Bel stated, "The Slave's cooking isn't fit for a Prince anyway."

I watched as Bel ran off and I frowned; why does he make me cook so much for him then? Does he love seeing me slave, no pun intended, over the burning oven? Yes. Of course he does.

The door opened again and Fran motioned for me to follow him with one hand, with the other hand he held a finger to his lips. I guess I have to follow him silently then.

I nodded to show that I understood and limped out of the closet. I watched as Fran's eyes roamed all over me and he blinked slowly. His face gave not one single indication of emotion.

…What's with this guy? Really…

Fran silently pulled out the last knife from my body and I squeezed my eyes shut when he applied the burning alcohol. I heard the knife clank loudly against the bottom of the metal bin. I kept my eyes shut as he worked on wrapping bandages around my bleeding wounds.

After a while I felt lips against my cheek and my eyes blinked open immediately at that.

"You didn't complain, good job."

He turned and walked away to put away his first aid kit. I stood up from his bed and walked after him. Right when he closed the drawer to hug him from behind.

The tears I kept away with my eyes closed leaked out and stained the back of his shirt.

…His kindness, it's too much.

Notes:
Sorry about the long wait!
I don't know where my mind decided to take me.
Yes, there's a little Fran action in here too.
The next part is the last one; that I am sure of.
...I think.
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