A/N: Warning: this chapter is going to be a bit dark and very intense. Very short chapter, but very necessary.

Chapter Rated M for violence and rape.

My entire body numbed as I finally lay down in my dreary cell. Light illuminated from the crack in the door. I leaned against it, covering it with my body. The absolute darkness was satisfying. Maybe this was what death felt like; if so, I opened my arms to it. After sweeping, Mello had forced me to wipe down all the tables. And since I no longer had the broom to lean on, it was impossible to stand up. I finally collapsed from exhaustion and hunger. Matt, thankfully, brought me back to this place; we were silent until we reached the room.

"There's nothing I can do for you," he told me. "Mello isn't easy to persuade."

Then, he left me alone. To drown out everything that's happened, escaped from my present reality and escape somewhere-somewhere. My mind was foggy; all I could think about was Lawliet.

The gentle breeze suddenly ceased. There was no longer any way to escape the burning sun. Lawliet chuckled and beckoned me to the barn in his ranch. It reeked of horse manure and chickens. He began to climb the ladder, going above one of the stalls. I immediately followed, watching my step. The ladder had a tendency to be slippery.

"Are you tired?" he asked me when I got to the top.

"No, why?"

"It took you 2 more seconds than it normally does."

"You count how long it takes me to get up the ladder?" I laughed, kneeling down in the welcoming hay.

Lawliet shrugged, his cheeks suddenly flushed-a rare occurrence. Before I could ask him what he was thinking, he stood up and walked to the barn window. The sun's swollen rays illuminated his pale skin and, when he turned to face me, there was a smile on his face. His eyes shone incredibly; I had never seen someone so angelic. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. His slouched posture, his coy smile. It was this moment when my stomach first began to bubble ferociously. When touching him hurt me. I had to look away; whatever I felt was wrong.

I missed it, the tingling sensation that his touch brought. How it made me nauseous, yet tranced. It was more intoxicating than moonshine. With Misa, I had partly hoped I would feel it again-the unexplainable desire, the burning need. But, it wasn't anything I had hoped for.

I began to drift off, carried away by dreams of Lawliet. Maybe I was going crazy, but I embraced it.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. I nearly fell backwards, but caught myself last minute. Pain rippled across my chest and I immediately seized my aching rib. I turned to face whoever opened the door; it was the man who'd kicked me. I whimpered, crawling away from him. He didn't speak, just watched me. I tried not to cower, but his gaze penetrated any boundaries I had. He closed the door behind him and before I could say anything, he put his disgusting hand over my mouth. It smelt like pork rinds, sweat, and blood. His finger nails dug into my cheeks and I cried out; only a muffled whisper escaped.

He laughed callously. His other hand traced down my sunburned torso and lingered right by my wound. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself. I tried to focus on Lawliet, on my mission to find him, on Misa, on anything. But, his fingers suck into the wound. My body spasmed and I became limp. There was no use struggling; I was his play thing. He snickered again.

Rage burned through me, boiling my blood. His fingers danced across my chest. Fear flushed away the anger. Adrenaline pumped through me veins; my body told me I had to run, had to escape, get out of his dirty clutches, but what was I to do? My heart pounded as I heard his belt unbuckle. Sweat poured from my forehead. My fingers trembled. My breathing was shallow, sharp, painful. What the fuck was happening?

There was no escape, I would be stuck in this room until I died. And this disgusting creature would laugh. He pushed my face against the wall, turning me onto my stomach. I could feel him; hard, pulsing, wanting. He pounded into me, tearing me apart. Tears streamed down my face, covering his hand. He laughed again. Something snapped, something vital; my conscience, my remorse, my compassion; it was gone. Just like that. He continued to break me, smashing the pieces into smaller bits. Until I was nothing on the floor but ash. He spit on me. Then he walked out, leaving me to die.

No more images of Lawliet, that fountain, or even Misa ran through my brain. All I could see, all I could feel, was the total darkness surrounding me.