[AN: 1—Trigger warning for suicide and creepyweird rapeiness in this chapter. 2—I used a friend's name for a character in this chapter, and I think she'd want me to change it, so I have.]

I spent the day after that getting acquainted with the lifestyle in Ganondorf's castle. I was given good food, I was kept in an apartment-like area, (an entry room, a bedroom, and a dining area, not to mention a lavatory), and was altogether treated well. (Er, actually, I didn't know what the food tasted like . . . I was afraid it was spiked. But it looked good. And smelled good. Yeah.)

At one point, I was introduced to each of my Gerudo maidservants. One stuck out to me, so I invited her to come and talk to me. When she finally came in, she seemed irked.

"Do I have to tell you again? My name is Katrina, and the name that 'The Great Ganondorf' gave me is Rose, because I have beauty and thorns!" Katrina crossed her arms impatiently. "To tell you the truth, I don't really like him. No offense," she quickly added.

"None taken . . . ?" I was confused. "Why would I be offended?"

Katrina bit her lip. "Because he's . . . I mean, you're . . . er . . . never mind." She sighed. "I hate all men, except for—well, he's not a man, per se, just—woah!"

A brown streak shot out at Katrina, throwing her backwards. I saw a little monkey hugging her gently.

"Danny! Why, you little rascal! Oh! Excuse me! This is Danny, my pet monkey. Danny, this is my lady, Rebecca."

The monkey scampered up to me and said, "Eh oh!" before climbing up my leg and torso to my shoulder. I giggled as he started picking tiny flakes of skin from my scalp.

Katrina laughed. "He likes you! He never does that to anyone but me!"

Danny hugged my head, and, chattering, left through the window, which he must've unlocked.

I looked out the window at the 80° angle cliff below us. For a split second, I thought about jumping, but then I thought of all the things I had to live for . . . like good (UNSPIKED) food, beautiful sunsets . . . and Link. (Another thought was kicking Armondorf in the shins, but that's not really a thing to live for.)

I pulled away from the window and said to Katrina, "You are dismissed." She nodded and left.

When evening came, I looked sadly at the food in the dining area, thinking about how wonderful it must've tasted. But I simply got undressed and "re-dressed" in my nightgown. I planned to hit the hay early, in order to sleep well.

I was just tying the strings on my nightgown when I heard knocking on the door. I looked over and gasped as I saw that the door was open and Armondorf was leaning on the doorframe.

"How long have you been there?" I asked, my face red with emberrassment and fury.

Armondorf stood up all the way and took a step towards me. "Long enough."

I began breathing heavily as adrenaline kicked in. "Why are you here?"

Armondorf took another step, and I stepped backwards. "I'm here because . . . well, because of you. I think you know what I want."

I did know; in the look in his eyes, the sly look on his face, and the way he walked towards me. He wanted me.

I said, through gritted teeth, "I'll scream, and Rose will see that you are threatening me, and she will kill you."

Armondorf grinned a lopsided grin. "But actions speak louder than words, love . . . Why not kiss me, and scream louder than any?" He took two steps toward me, and I responded by grabbing a nearby chair and putting it between us. I turned and ran into my room, closed the door, and looked for the lock, but there was none.

Buttons! They thought of everything! I thought, and pressed all of my might against the door and waited.

Nothing.

Is he gone?

But just as I thought that, the door just . . . vanished. I crashed into Armondorf, who grinned at me. "Hello, darling."

I turned and ran to the still open window and climbed onto the sill. I looked back at the smirking face of my pursuer.

"I swear, I'll jump."

Armondorf laughed. "You bluff."

But to prove my point, I threw myself down into the abyss below. The wind blew my hair back, and a strange sense of peace overcame me.

As I fell, I thought first of what Armondorf would look like when Ganondorf was through with him. Then I thought of what to live for—physically harming Armondorf, and maybe Ganondorf. I realized that I truly had something to live for.

I began helplessly scrabbling at the air, as if I could stop my fall with a fistful of air. Then I realized my hopelessness and stopped struggling. I saw a flash of light, then . . . darkness.