"Shhh, it's okay pretty one, this will only hurt a bit." she heard his voice say thru the thick fog of the drugs he had put in her. As she slowly began to gain conciousness, she felt a terrible burning pain in her feminine area. She groaned. He looked at her, smiling.
"Oh, don't worry. I didn't have sex with you myself, that would be disgusting, wouldn't it?"
Her eyes widened.
"Yes, but it seems this candle here had alot of fun." He held up the bloodied was object, smirking as she began to cry.
He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, "Maybe tonite I'll light it, just to see what happens."
She cried out, bucking and trying to move, but it was no use. He held her down with a cold pale hand, the other holding a knife.
"Now hold still, or else I may kill you on accident."
She screamed into the gag as he drew a thin S on her pale stomach.
"There, now only 15 more letters to go."
She screamed and cried into the gag as he drew the rest of the letters deep in her skin.
I....N...N..E...R...S... on and on until she saw white, and then saw no more. When she awoke, her stomach was burning and acheing as well. He had covered her body with a blanket, and had at least put on the pair of boxers he had put on her before. She fell asleep again, and awoke to the sound of B humming.
"What did you write on me?" she asked, her tongue feeling 20 times too big for her mouth.
"Sinners always pay." he replied, sinking a needle into her arm and settling her back into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When she awoke next, she realised she was so thirsty.
"B...I'm sorry, but I'm thirsty." she said thru cracked and dry lips.
He looked up from whatever he was hunched over a moment ago, and looked at her.
"Hmm, I suppose you are." he stated. He poked her now completely numb limbs with a long forefinger. "Suppose you're pretty cramped in that position, huh?" he said, smirking.
She managed a nod. She had been tied in that position for about 2 days now. She had been laying in naught but her sports bra and a pair of boxers. She felt tears in her eyes as she remebered what had caused him at first to take her clothes. She had to go to the bathroom, and he laughed as she struggled to ignore her body's natural needs. When she lost the battle, he insulted her, calling her a pig and grimacing as he changed her clothes. The other reason...she shuddered, not wanting to look down at her abdomen or any lower. He smiled at the tears that had begun to form in the corners of her eyes. He grabbed the rope that bound her wrists and drug her to the wall. He untied her and chained her arms to the wall, being none too gentle and causing winces of pain with each sharp movement. Her head slumped against her chest, her body weak from lack of food and water. Her hair covered her face, saving her the humiliation of looking into Beyond's eyes as silent tears fell down her cheeks, hating her for begging.
"Please, Beyond...I really need something to drink." He laughed at her cruelly.
"Sinners don't get water."
Her head slumped again.
" How long will you let me live?" she asked, her voice soft.
"Until you repent for your sins."
She let out a sigh.
"I'm never leaving this place, am I?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.
"Not until L wins. Which he won't. Not this time." he replied, ending in a small frenzied laugh. She sobbed again.
"Oh, B. What happened to you?"
He whirled around, his eyes bloodshot with unshed tears and anger.
"You know!" He yelled, his voice quivering, "You should know better than anyone! We're his clones, nothing more! And you're a fool to think he could ever care for any of us!"
He paced back and forth, hissing and growling as tears ran down his gaunt face. She watched, crying harder. What had happened to the sweet boy who had basked in L's attention, in anyone's attention? What happened to the raven haired boy who always brought her little flowers and pictures, what happened to the boy who played with A, the one who was afraid of the dark, the one who couldn't seem to sleep without someone nearby? All she could see was a wild creature, one with bloodstains on his jeans, her blood, crying and wailing like a lost soul. Which was all he really was, wasn't it? A little boy who had the world on his shoulders, one who had lost his friend, lost his name, lost his very mind.
She was afraid, that was a given.
But she had never been so afraid before that she begged god that death would come swiftly.