Before I start, I want to mention something that should have been in the last chapter. Scarlett mentions a cellmate before Bailey, who was too loud. This was a reference to a "Ridonculous Race" character. I meant to add in that the character would have been in juvie for knowingly and repeatedly smuggling fruit across the world from a young age, and would have been in juvie at the age of..well, anyway, it was five years before RR. Know who it was?

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Anyway, here we are. The last chapter in this story:

Mal was in an all-male juvie, true. But Mike, all his personalites, and Zoey took it upon themselves to visit.

"Do you want to come?" Zoey offered. "I mean, you have something you'd like to say to him, right?"

I frowned. "I guess...I guess I do want to settle the score. But I don't want to go while you and the others are there. I want to speak to him alone. We can talk through a glass partition, right?"

I could. And I got to talk to Mal.

"Well, well." he teased. "It seems my old slave-girl still can't stay away from me. Sorry, doll face, but I'm moving on. You and Zoey were fun for awhile, but it seems that Zoey's too hard to get to, and you run far too much."

"Can it, creep." I snarled. "Now that you're the only one left, I wanted to ask you something. Why did you do it, Mal? Why did you do anything? And why were you so desperate to degrade me?"

Mal chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? I live on torture and desire. There's only one thing in the world that can combine those two things, and so it made me interested. And then I found out that it could also be a useful tool to control people. I used pain as control before that, and I was getting bored with just the one method. So when I met you in juvie, I tried it out, and discovered how I had a magic touch for it, something that would make it almost a drug to my victim. Well, as long as they couldn't reach anyone else who would be a substitute and get my little drug addicts clean." He laughed bitterly. "Yes, you were my first. I started out hurting you because I wanted to ensure control before I tested my theory of desire and torture being used as a tool of control. And it worked. Zoey reacted the same way as you did, until she got that Dawn girl to help her get through going cold turkey on it."

I paused. "What about the split? What happened?"

Mal shrugged. "I didn't understand the explanation. You wouldn't, either." I saw his face suddenly twist, as if remembering something painful, but he wouldn't tell me any more about the split – just what it was like now.

"It sucks that I can't use Mike as a cover-up any more, but it feels freer." Mal said. "I don't have to fight anyone, since there's no one else in my head. And I don't have any lust for Zoey any more."

I frowned. "Why would you not? I thought you liked to break innocents."

Mal shrugged. "For one thing, I already broke her. And for another, I guess Mike's influence meant I had to feel something for Zoey. I couldn't stand her, but I wanted to take her. I did it, and I wanted to do it again. Now, I couldn't care less. I wouldn't laugh or cry if she dropped dead on the spot right now." He paused. "But although I've decided to let you go, I'll admit that I still want to do to you what I did a long time ago." His voice dropped to a seductive and sadistic tone. "I want to hold you close and touch you until you're begging me to let you peak. I want to paint you in bruises and have you still plead for my touch. I want to turn you into my slave-girl junkie again, getting high on desire..."

I put my hands over my ears, but I could still hear him. No matter how I blocked my ears, his voice and words were in my head now, and I wanted to run away from them.

"Stop!" I finally screamed. "I don't want to listen to this, and I'm not going to stay for it! I came here for closure, not to hear someone say all the degrading things they want to do to me! Goodbye, Mal!"

I can't even remember what happened after that. All I remember was that for another week, life went on as usual. And then, Duncan was arrested (apparently whatever job he had crossed the line and was illegal), but was still young enough to end up in juvie.

"I'm sorry, Diamond. I know I should have told you, but I didn't know how to." I heard him whisper. "I love you."

"I love you too." I whispered back. "I'll find a way to be there with you."

I didn't care what he'd done – I still loved him. Duncan wasn't exactly Romeo, but he had light in his heart, and he did love me.

Duncan was sent to the same all-boys juvie as Mal was. And that was when I made my choice. Sure, it took me a while to decide, and I spent a long time thinking about it, but I did make that choice.

I may have made a promise to myself. But I was going back to juvie. And I didn't care that it was all-male – I was going to be there. Somehow. If I had to commit a crime, I'd do it. And if I had to sneak in, I'd do it. And if I had to dress like a guy – ooh, that's the best thought yet!

I was going back to juvie. And this time, Mal wouldn't want to get to me.

That's an opening to the threequel. Wanted to keep you guys interested! I'm sorry the epilogue was so short, but look out for the next story!