Karin POV

How long had I been here? Probably not as long as it felt but I had no sense of time. It felt like weeks since I had been kidnapped. Time runs faster in Hueco Mundo too right? Then how long had it been in the human world?

I sighed I had such a headache. So long here and I still hadn't had much contact with anyone but Ulquiorra and Grimmjow. Both of which had serious issues...

I felt like forever ago that I had argued with Grimmjow about love. I wondered what it would take to get myself into Aizen's "throne room" without being brutally murdered? I bit my lip and contemplated whether or not I should try to find the room myself. My thoughts were interrupted by the door slamming open.

I didn't even flinch I was too used to it. I looked up at the door scowling, "When are you going to learn that you don't have to slam the door open?"

But it wasn't Grimmjow...My eyes widened the black hair and the eyepatch. Nnoitra. I shuddered. He took a few casual steps into my room looking directly at me, "Who did you think it was slut? Last time I checked nobody has been allowed in here for as long as you've been here. You got a secret lover boy somewhere?"

Slut? Did he really just call me...? I glared at him, "Unlike you, bastard...I don't offer myself to anyone and everyone and I suggest you don't call me a slut again." He grinned...lord he had big teeth...and crossed his arms, "What are you going to do about it slut? You didn't answer my question either, who did you think I was? Obviously you've had a lot of visits to your bedroom otherwise you would've been scared and jumped when I slammed the door open. You were expecting someone weren't you slut?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, and failing miserably. I clenched my hands into fists and unclenched them several times, "It's none of your damn buisness who I thought it was. And so what if I didn't jump my Dad slams doors open all the time. I'm used to it, it doesn't make me a slut."

He...he just annoyed me, badly...who would've thought that the espada that had tried to kill me and almost succeeded could be so...so stupid! Only immature teenagers acted like this! Why did my life suck? Just why does everything and everyone have a personal mission to annoy the hell out of me?

"It does make you a slut. Only sluts would be used to people barging into their bedrooms."

That's it. I've had enough. I lunged for him with intent to severely injure him. He caught by the hair and slammed me into right next to the still open door. For several seconds my vision wnet white and I couldn't see anything. My hands instinctively went to my hair where he was holding me up. I winced nad tried to pull away from him.

He dropped me and instead picked me up by my neck and held me to the wall. I couldn't breathe and my feet weren't touching the ground. I grasped at his hand trying desperately to get away.

I gasped for breath as my vision finally focused on his dark gray eye. I don't know why but the only thing I could think of is that I was still wearing the pajamas that I had been when I was kidnapped. Just a pair of white sweatpants and a black tank top. It hadn't occured to me at all before now.

Nnoitra seemed to read my mind and looked down toward my chest. He looked me up and down twice before he grinned, "Wearing some damn skimpy clothes aren't you?" My mind scramed at me. All I could think was DANGER. And I was exactly right.

His free hand roughly pulled my tank top upwards almost to the point where my chest would be exposed. He stopped then and looked me in the eye, grinning like a maniac, "Something tells me that you are not wearing a bra." (I realize that espada most likely don't even know what that is but just pretend they do...)

I gulped for air and successfully got two lung-fuls before he looked back down and ripped my tank top from my body. I pulled at his hand and kicked my legs in desperation. I used my forearms to cover my chest the best I could while still pulling at his hand. I wanted to scream but I didn't have enough air.

His grin widened, "What do you know? I was right." Oh God...

I flared my spiritual pressure as much I could trying to get someone elses attention. He responded by slamming my head against the wall again. The door was open and he was still getting away with this...

I'm not strong enough to protect myself...One of my worst fears... What would the others think? What would Toushirou think? I was shaking...My whole body was trembling.

I couldn't see him but I could feel Nnoitra's hand just below my left breast. I kicked at him again trying to get him to let me go. I choked as I tried to form words, "I...don't have anything...you'd want..." He drug his nails down my stomach, "No? But I'm enjoying watching you squirm."

There was something seriously wrong with his mind and there was a word for it...What was it?..Sadistic. He's sadistic... He knows that he's terrifying me and he likes it.

This brought me to a new realization. He wasn't going to stop. I clenched my jaw as the tears ran down my face, "...Please..."

Oh my God I wish my mind wasn't extremely sadistic as well...Oh well review! I love you guys even if this chapter sort of scared me...Sorry for the short chapter