Ok! As promised, the rest of the chapter.

Disclaimer: Does not own.

Warning: There is mature content in the chapter, very undetailed rape.

My vision was blurred, but I didn't know why.

I screamed, the first the I saw in my consciousness was my burned face.

It took me a moment to realise it was my own reflection.

It was dark out again. It was night.

Arthur had come in three times today, and each time, I denied the food he offered me.

It was almost time.

If my count was right- and it always was.

Click.

My door opened. Right on time.

I looked up from my spot on the floor, turning large eyes on the thin frame that entered my room.

I said nothing as his hand rested on my shoulder, my focus elsewhere.

His fingers moved to my chin, and I let him press his lips to mine.

He pulled back and grabbed my hand- I knew he wanted me to follow him to the bed, but I didn't budge.

He tugged a bit harder, and I fell back, not really there enough to react properly.

He scowled down at me.

"Up boy."

And I obeyed, sitting back on my bed.

I can't remember how I was feeling- I think my stomach hurt, probably because I was hungry.

I shivered, the lower half of my body was suddenly cold.

I could swear I heard the word 'punishment', but I was too preoccupied with the silent scream that tore from my throat.

I could feel blood slicking his path as he went.

The pace was merciless and the pain...there was not pain. Only numb.

I couldn't feel it.

I screamed as he completed and louder when he pulled out- cum and cold air shocking the freshly torn skin.

I rolled over on my side, crying into my pillow.

I can't remember if Arthur was still in the room, if he whitnessed that shamefull act, but I couldn't care.

The tears stopped coming and I finally had the nerve to look up.

Arthur was nowhere to be found.

Good.

I lurched over the bed, spilling the nonexistant content of my stomach onto the floor.

I looked out the window, my stomach felt like it was on fire.

I guess it wasn't guilt making me sick before.

The night was pitch black.

I rolled over on my bed and hissed in pain.

I looked back out the window.

I don't know when, or with what, but I smashed it.

And I ran.

And ran.

I kept going, even when I felt myself start to slip over the blood on my feet.

I ran until something stopped me.

I hit the ground with a cry of pain.

"Hey, watch where you're going!"

"Gilbert! Do not be so rude! Are you o-He's bleeding!"

"Und he's naked! Kese~ Oh, shit! That's a lot of blood!"

"Kid, are yo-Alfred?"

I passed out.

We're drawing near to the end of my little spiele. hope you all enjoyed it so far.