Shattered Mirrors

Chapter Five: It Was That Easy

The worm chased Beetlejuice through the desert, and he screamed out his fear. There was no place to hide, the was nowhere to go. All he could do was run as far away. Then a second sandworm popped in front of him and he ran to the side. All the while thinking of a way he could get out of there.

Stupid preppy girl. Stupid girl that was nothing like her. He shook his head, then remembered...he had learned to be able to at least fly while the sandworms were around. But he couldn't keep it up forever. Maybe he could tire the worms out. He floated up above them and made his way away from them as fast as he could. As far as he could see was sand. Nothing but sand. And far far away, he could make out a speck of the town. He headed in that direction.

**

Aya was chained to the wall next to the prince's large bed. She was too upset to notice her surroundings. She sat down on the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. Beetlejuice was probably chow by now...and it was her fault. If they had stayed in the human world then maybe things would've been better. Maybe they wouldn't have been found.

There had to have been a way...

She was crying softly as she looked out the window. "Please...don't let him die because of me." She didn't know why she cared. She just...didn't want to be the reason his afterlife ended.

**

Beetlejuice had never thought of anyone else when he was alive. It had been all about him. How could he scam someone to get money? What would be the best deal for him? He used people, he was a scam artist. He hadn't changed much when he died, except he had been promoted from a scam artist to a scum artist. Then he had met that kid. She was a kid when he met her...at least in his opinion. 12 and he had already tried to think of a scheme to marry her. But when that didn't work, he had settled on being her best friend.

It was the first time he had honestly loved something. But he wasn't a part of her life anymore. He was just a ghost, and she had grown up. She would be like 20-something now. She didn't need to be hanging around ghosts.

He had gone back to scams after that. Now, he actually thought he might have a friend. The afterlife could be lonely, and like most ghosts...he found himself wanting something alive. He couldn't be the reason she died...or the reason her afterlife was a literal hell with that stupid prick.

"Please don't let her die because I didn't warn her..." He mumbled, then saw another sandworm and headed off in another direction, flying away as fast as he could for his afterlife.

**

Aya was too busy crying and looking out the window to really notice the door open. She jumped when she heard it slam shut. She blinked up, blinking back tears as she saw the prince. She flinched her whole body. Honestly, what did he want with her? She couldn't help crawling back into the corner, she would've crawled under the bed, but the chain was too short.

"Aw, don't be like that love, you'll be taken good care of here." The prince said, an almost predatory look over his features.

She swallowed, and blinked back more tears. She was scared and felt like a child who had just learned the monster under the bed was real. "R-really?" She asked, heart beat racing.

"Yes, really. You just have to do what I say. You're my pet. No one else will hurt you, as long as you're nice to me." He said with a grin. He patted the spot near the bed where he sat down.

Aya wasn't sure she'd want to be his pet, or that she wanted to be nice to him. She had never felt this weak before. He scared her. She shook her head. "I'm fine here." She whispered.

"I don't think you get what I'm saying." He said, yanking on the chain suddenly, jerking her up and forward where she fell on her knees in front of him. "Either you do what I tell you. No matter what it is. Or I'll throw you to the guards." The prince didn't show people this side of him, but he had learned to be given whatever he wanted. And right now, he wanted her.

Aya shook lightly. She was scared. Wait a second. Who the hell did he think he was? No one had treated her this way. Even her parents when they were beating her around. They would never demand anything from her. She looked up at him, glaring. "No." She said as she yanked back on the chain. She knew she had an anger problem and maybe this could be a good thing.

There were few people who had ever told him no before. He wasn't going to let her tell him what to do. "Do you really want the guards to have you? A sweet little kitten like you?" He asked.

Aya remembered the way the guards had acted, but right now. She didn't care. She wasn't going to let this...this prick tell her what she was or wasn't going to do. She reached up and slapped him. "Who the hell do you think you are? I don't care if you're a prince or not, but you can't just force someone to do what you want. Maybe that's how things work here, but that isn't how I work. I did this, because you were supposed to keep him from getting hurt. He's probably dead. Well...dead for good. And, that means I don't have any reason to listen to a damn thing you say." She was yelling, her voice had gotten the shrill angry tone that most women had.

She..she had slapped him. Although it didn't really do anything but sting a bit, he couldn't believe this girl thought she could slap him. He gave her a glare, but he wasn't going to deal with this. Maybe he was beat, but he'd make sure she was too. He walked out of the room.

Aya blinked, had it been that easy to get rid of him? Had she won?

Then the door opened again, and she was greeted by three guards. Two from earlier. Uh oh. She swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat, like she was going to vomit. They came over and unhooked the chain and collar. "You're ours pussy-cat." The guard grinned as he grabbed her, lifting her up.

She fought him, but it was no use. She was strong from taking karate as a kid...yet she couldn't beat three of them. She kicked, she bit, she screamed, she clawed at them, and punched. Anything she could think of. But in the end she was thrown onto the ground of what seemed to be barracks of some kind.

"She's all ours." One of the guards said, and she didn't know which.

Suddenly, a sharp kick in her side that made her whimper. "That's for kicking me in the face," the guard said. She felt someone pull her hair, yanking her up by it. "Not the best, but she's better then nothing."

"What the hell do you mean, not the best. I – " she felt something shoved in her mouth and she gagged. She felt it tied behind her head. A cloth of some kind. She didn't want to know what. It had a sour taste like sweat that made her want to vomit.

She felt someone holding her down. Everything was a blur.

"Should we take turns?" A guard asked. She didn't hear the response, because she heard the RIIIIIIIIIIIP of her clothes being torn off.

She fought again, but was hit, this time in the head. The blow made her dizzy and she couldn't focus on one thing. She wasn't crying yet, she was trying to struggle still. She felt her bra ripped off, and it made her try to scream through the sour-tasting gag.

Then suddenly she felt her panties ripped off. That's when the tears burst forth. This wasn't a dream, this was really going to happen.

Why her?

**

Beetlejuice was getting tired, his powers were shorting out from being so close to the sandworms, and he knew he couldn't fly much longer. He was closer to the town then he had been, but the sandworms were on his tail and he couldn't tire them out. He saw a rock and dove for it, landing on top as he tried to dodge sandworms while catching up on his powers.

There were four sandworms surrounding him, and when one dove for him, he'd jump almost immediately into another.

**

There were four guards surrounding her. One had her head in his lap and was petting her hair. She could smell blood...was it hers. She didn't know. She knew to fear the guy who held her head in his lap, petting her though. The predatory look in his eyes let her know that he wasn't just petting her...that he was getting off by something the other guards were doing.

Something was wrong...she couldn't focus on what was happening to her body. It was as if her mind was blocking out the gory details to save some of her sanity. She looked down. She was bleeding. There were claw marks down her stomach, down her legs. The gag was gone. She turned her head and vomited. No. No. Ew.

Suddenly, she felt a gross rough feeling on her. She looked down again, even though she had just thrown up. A zombie-like guard had his dead, gross tongue licking her leg, where there was blood. She choked on more bile. But she couldn't look away. The zombie's yellow eyes looked up at her as it licked, as if he was doing something intimate, and not licking away blood. Blood she needed to live.

Then there was another feeling. The zombie wasn't there anymore. When had that happened? Had she blacked out? She was crying, she had vomited...twice now? She didn't know. What was happening? Why couldn't this end? Something was inside her. Fuck. It hurt. It felt like her womb was being ripped open. She looked up and saw an almost human looking guard over her. He was inside of her. And he was twice her size. She should feel more pain. She should be more...alert about her surroundings.

What was happening? Shit. Shit. Shit!

Suddenly she felt something hot burst inside of her, and she knew what it was. She threw up again. She was bleeding, she was used. Suddenly she felt her head slam onto concrete and she cried out.

She heard a creepy voice by her ear. "Thought you died on us for a while there." He whispered.

How long had this been going on?

**

Beetlejuice had been running for days, and he couldn't keep this up. Even his dead body needed some form of rest. But he was close to the city. Only a couple of miles at most. He could collapse there. He flew again, using the last of his energy for a dash to the city.

**

She couldn't remember how long this had been happening, only that she was alone for hours at a time, but every so often a guard would come by and use her. The prince had maids come to help her clean up, and clean up the mess from when the guards used her. Seems...this was the way things were. She had multiple cuts. Nothing was broken yet though. But...somehow she had a huge cut at the back of her head, a cut in her shoulder. Her chest, her stomach, her legs. She had lost count.

She had just been cleaned up by a maid and handed a sheet to wrap herself in. The maids took pity on her, and would bring warm food when they could...but they couldn't do much for her.

She curled up in a corner, wrapped in the sheet. She was surprised she wasn't dead yet. She felt dead inside. She felt empty. She didn't have the energy to even feel angry now.

She was alone again. She could sleep, but...then she'd wake up to one of them.

**

Beetlejuice couldn't make it. He could barely stay awake, and he was faltering. Suddenly he was falling and he could feel the hot, moist breath of the sandworm behind him. That was it. He was done for.

**

A sudden idea hit Aya. The first time she had thought of something. "Beetlejuice." She whispered, throat dry and voice barely audible from screaming out in pain so often. "Beetlejuice." Her voice cracked a bit. "Beetlejuice..." She had to force the last word out. Her throat hurt so much.

Suddenly she heard a crash, and Beetlejuice landed, right in front of her on the ground. She blinked. It had worked. Why hadn't she done that earlier? Oh right, she was in pain earlier.

"Get me out of here...please." She said, hoping he had enough juice left to get them both somewhere else.

"Just say it again." He said, extremely tired. Too tired to ask why she hadn't done that earlier. Too tired to care just yet. He'd think about it later.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice." She said, her voice cracking and almost non-existant.

They were back at her house. Both had landed on the floor and she whined in complaint. He didn't complain, simply rolled over...and was out, immediately. She forced herself to move, until she was in her bed. She fell asleep. She was home, she wasn't going to be raped when she woke up. So far, so good.

**

The next morning Beetlejuice was the one who woke up first. He looked around, and realized he was in Aya's room. He looked over. She was on the bed, not even under the blankets. He gasped, he was surprised.

What had happened to her? He swallowed a bit. He could see her breathing, so he knew she was still alive. But the make up was gone, as were her clothes apparently. He saw the scratches and bruises. He swallowed. What could he do?

If only he had not agreed to let her do her plan. If only he had went less on the scaring. He went to get something for her to eat. That was the least thing he could do. Why should he care? Honestly...it was her fault as much as his. Right? But he did care...and that was a problem he didn't know how to deal with.

A/N: I could continue this...but I think I'll leave the chapter off here. I don't know how descriptive the scenes were, but I don't think I could've described that any more without vomiting myself. Hope this chapter was okay.

I really like this fic so far. Although, I think I went a bit overboard on what happened. Originally I was planning on Aya getting used by the prince, and that be all. But...I was thinking, and Aya wouldn't really just go along with being a pet, this seemed more likely to happen.

Next chapter should be up sometime before next week. Due to me not having a life and all.

Please review, I'd like to know how people are taking this.