Hello again. I know I've been updating rather quickly, but I can't guarantee that this is always going to happen, as I'm going to get busier as the year goes on. I hope that you all enjoyed reading Chapter 3 and that you enjoy Chapter 4 just as much, although I have a warning: this chapter's pretty angsty. Remember where we left off? Well...this is the aftermath. I hope I don't make you guys cry, but this chapter may make your feels get crushed for a couple of days. I dunno...Anyway, please remember to leave me a review and let me know what you think. Even if you think there's something I should change, let me know! I listen to you guys and appreciate your feedback!

I don't own Wreck It Ralph and the characters in that movie. I only own Lemona Lime, my OC. And so, without further adieu, I give you Chapter 4!

Chapter 4

When Lemona finally opened her eyes again the next morning, the first thought that came to her mind was, "I can't move," and that was not a good thing to wake up to. Panic rising up inside of her and taking over her body, she started squirming uncontrollably. Pain wracked every inch of her body, but she had absolutely no intention of stopping until she spied the reason behind her limited movement. Her hands and legs were still bound together with new liquorice rope. That calmed her down until the next thought she had came, hearing the sound of slow, steady breathing beside her. "Oh Hot Tamales, there's somebody beside me."

Flipping from one side to the other, the child stuck in the adult's body began to go ballistic when she went face to face with her smirking captor, who looked as though he'd been waiting for her to come to. "Well, well, well, look who decided to wake up."

Instantaneously all of her memories of the previous night came flooding in, and Lemona began to scream hysterically, though for some reason all of the sound that she produced was hoarse, as though she'd lost her voice. As she screamed she wrenched her body back and forth, trying desperately to get off the bed and away from Turbo. She was so hysterical that when her body tumbled off of the bed and smacked the cold, hard floor, she was too busy screaming to even notice. She had never felt so disgusting before. "It couldn't have happened…I'm just a child…I'm just a child," her brain kept trying to tell her, but no matter how hard it tried, she couldn't deny those memories or the bruises that covered her bare woman's body. Turbo had beaten her, and then…Lemona couldn't even say the word. Instead, she flopped onto her stomach and began to puke, choking on sobs and the stomach acid that rushed up from inside of her.

"Hey, hey, take it easy." Lemona could barely hear the concern that had suddenly taken over Turbo's voice as he rushed to her side. Once Lemona was finished vomiting, with barely enough strength to push her upper body off of the floor, she stiffened as she realized that Turbo had used one hand to lift her head up off of the floor so that she could breath, and with the other hand he was rubbing her back in a circular motion. "It's never easy the first time."

Though the motion and words were usually used to comfort people, it had the opposite effect on Lemona, who rolled onto her back and then used all of the strength she had to lift herself into a sitting postion. Curling herself into a puke-covered ball, her body shuddered as she bared her teeth menacingly at Turbo, who thankfully had put his clothes back on before she'd awoken. However, she was in no mood to feel thankful as she managed to croak out, "D-d-don't you d-dare touch me ag-g-gain. I sw-w-wear, if you d-d-do, I'll sc-c-c-cream."

No longer feeling concerned, Turbo held back what was most definitely a laugh and raised his eyebrows mockingly. "Oh you will, will you?" Standing up, he held out his arms as though welcoming Lemona to begin. "Well, go ahead then. Scream your little heart out. That's all you did yesterday. It's actually quite arousing. It reminds me of all the girls who used to scream my name when I was on the race track."

Face now flushed cherry red with fury, Lemona started to sputter and stutter, her uncontrollable glitching body only part of the reason behind it. How dare he talk about what he had done to her so casually? "Y-y-you…Y-you…You MONSTER!" Just as she was about to continue, all of her banished feelings exploded from her and gave her an enormous rush of strength. No longer able to think clearly, she easily snapped her bonds, and jumped to her feet, screaming inhumanly once more. Her body thrashed and writhed in the fashion she had grown used to, and by the time she grew able to calm herself down enough to stop and look at the destruction she'd caused, she was breathing heavily and still not really calm at all. Enraged, repulsed, desolate: all were better words to describe the way she felt.

As she tried to collect her thoughts and pull her nightgown back on, Turbo spoke again, humour evident in his lisping tone. "I'm the monster? Hoo, hoo, I'm not so sure about that my little key lime. This is spectacular! I was worried that all of that sourness was really gone for good, but you've sure proved me wrong! Hoo hoo hoo!"

Lemona paused in the middle redressing herself. Laughing. He was laughing at her. He was glad to see that she still had her dark side.

At that moment, Lemona found herself confessing everything that she never thought she'd tell anybody. "I don't believe this," she whispered. After pulling her head through the head hole of her clothes, Turbo could see her bruised and watery green orbs narrowing into slits. Her hands fell to her sides and began bunching together into tight fists. Then her voice rose. "How could I have been so stupid? For an entire week now, I've been unable to sleep, suffering from depression and causing destruction to both myself and my workshop, all because I couldn't see you anymore. Now I can't even remember why the Hot Tamales I wanted to see you so badly! You're nothing but an evil, twisted, low-down, selfish, disgusting pile of 99% dark chocolate! I…I…I hate you!"

Lemona was so flustered that as the tears poured from her eyes, she lifted one of her fists and flung it as hard as she could in Turbo's direction, hoping to hit him directly in his big, fat nose. But just as it was about to make contact, Turbo's own hands flew up to grab hers, and as he held it just inches from his face, Lemona hung her head and continued to sob, repeating, "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you."

No longer was Turbo laughing. He had never seen Lemona in such a state before, and he wasn't sure whether to be scared or pleased. It was ironic to think that as an adult, she seemed even more vulnerable then she had been as a child. Yet even though she looked and sounded helpless, she was still fighting, however feeble the attempt was. He had hoped that she would accept the idea of them ruling together happily; instead she now hated him. Well, that didn't matter, so long as she eventually realized that Turbo wasn't going to let her go. She was too beautiful to let go, and better yet, she was all his. None of the other Sugar Rush citizens, including Vanellope had any idea that the black liquorice cavern even existed, as it was in a part of the land where there were no race tracks. Therefore, nobody had any business going there. The two of them could be all alone and nobody would notice. Turbo had been smart and copied Lemona's code before going to her workshop to take her away, which had created a second copy of the little girl. She was identical in every way, shape, and form as the normal, child version of Lemona, so nobody would know the difference, not the Sugar Rush citizens, not Ralph, Felix and Calhoun, not even the gamers. At least, until the two of them stormed into the castle and took over the game. But by then it would be too late.

Thinking about his plans made Turbo happy again, and feeling devious, he stepped forward and pressed what started out as a soft kiss directly on top of Lemona's quivering lips, silencing her momentarily. Turbo sighed blissfully; this was the first time he'd actually been able to kiss her without her struggling to escape. Her lips tasted like lemon meringue pie and when he finally broke away for air he licked his lips, relishing in the taste. Then he gave her a smirk, though she didn't see it. As soon as Turbo had released his grip on her she had begun to stare at the floor again, an almost ashamed look on her face.

"I'd better go get us some breakfast," Turbo chuckled as he began to walk away and down one of the tunnels that he knew so well. "After all of the excitement I'm sure we're both thtarving, hoo hoo!"

Once Lemona could no longer hear his footsteps, she felt her legs start to quiver like two sticks of gelatine, and she crumbled to the floor once again. Once on her knees, she leaned forward so that her head was pretty much touching the cave's floor. Her body started to shudder and glitch like it did when she was crying, but this time no tears came. The ever-present feeling of Turbo's lips crushed against hers made her feel sick, but her stomach's entire contents were now on the floor and covering her as well as dried blood from her injuries, so there was nothing to come up, not even water.

Why? That was the one word on her mind as she tried to stay strong and brave. Why was this happening to her? She had done nothing wrong. If anything, she'd been a model Sugar Rush citizen, except for at night. Maybe that was why. Maybe it was karma. No, that was ridiculous; Lemona didn't believe in karma. But then why? Why was Turbo so fascinated by her? Why not any of the other girls in the game?

As soon as she'd thought those words she took them back. She couldn't, wouldn't, wish this upon any of the people she had come to call friends. Nobody deserved to be treated like this. Nobody, no matter what they'd done in the past.

So then why was she being treated like this?

As Lemona kept asking herself that one question, she felt her body turning number and number until by the time Turbo had returned with the food she could feel nothing at all. She just stared at the floor, the memories of last night taking over her every thought.

Those were the memories that were never going to leave.

I told you it was angsty...I hope I didn't crush your feels too badly. But please leave an review and let me know what you think! Sayonara!