Author's Note: Here is some more light Allen-torture for everyone to behold. I have been sitting on a couple of ideas for quite some time. One of which came from an episode from the podcast, Pseudopod, entitled Flash on the Borderlands XLIV: Objectification. I did struggle for a bit to come up with the middle but I got the ending out just the way I wanted. Allen just keeps going deeper into degrading depths that Road puts him through. How much further down before he reaches rock bottom? You are going to have to stick around and see. I will have to see what happens next week. For now, enjoy this week's key.

Key Twelve: Walk:

Allen woke up alone again. He found himself on the street. The angel shouldn't have been surprised by this. He should have been used to this by now. Road was just toying with him at this point. Still, Allen was determined to get out of here. The angel sat up. He was just going to walk out of this world and come back to reality.

But did he really want to get back?

He didn't have a choice. Road and Aizen forced his hand. Inside, he was screwed. Outside, he was screwed. And the odds kept getting stacked against him. Allen clenched his fists by his side. Still, he just had to keep trying.

Allen pushed himself to his feet and started walking.

And so the walk began.

It started with the whistling. Allen forced himself not to look up. He had to keep going. He would not give them the satisfaction.

Leave me alone.

The angel took in a slow breath. He could feel the eyes on his small body. Why did he have to look like Red? Allen paused when he walked in front of a shop window. Even in here, he felt so ugly. Allen still looked so pale and skinny. He saw the bones through his skin. The scars were even worse here. There was still dried blood on the skin. He could feel the strain on his groin from his body on the outside. Things started to hurt a little more.

There it was again. That damned whistling. Who was it this time?

Allen clenched his teeth.

I am not playing this game anymore!

Why bother to react? Road was going to push him to react anyway. Those eyes punished him for ignoring her. He couldn't win no matter what he did. She hinted that there was only one way to end this nightmare.

Allen shook his head.

I will not give it!

We'll see about that.

The angel glanced over his shoulder. When he saw nothing, Allen started walking again.

There was no one else on the street. But Allen can still feel their eyes on his body. He knew what they were thinking. They saw him as their toy. A living, breathing, walking being they could abuse whenever they wanted. That doctor and nurse violated his body. Golden eyes made him a spectacle. That wolf abused him as payment for protection. Everyone else in this world either had or will have a go at him.

Allen looked down at his wrist. The bite still burned. But it did a good job keeping the hounds away. That was the only thing going for him in this city.

The whistling came back again. However, there was something different about it. Why did it sound so… lewd? Allen shivered. No. Don't give it. Just keep walking. The angel took in another deep breath and kept walking. He was now marching and trying to tune out everything around him. Allen clicked his tongue.

It shouldn't be like this. He was a powerful angel. He could hold his own in battle. He was going to get out of this hell and escape the city. He was going to get back to Heaven, damn it! He was going to try!

Is that right?

Allen froze. Don't give in. Don't give in.

Ghostly fingers ran along his back. The angel didn't dare to move. He held his breath. He shouted his mantra in his head. Allen tore himself from the fingers and pushed himself to keep walking.

Aw, where are you going, baby? Aren't we having fun?

That was all it took to make Allen walk away faster.

It kept getting worse from there.

He could hear them all. But there was no one in sight. Still, he can't stop walking. There had to be an exit. The buildings started to look the same. More emptiness around. Allen kept his head down as he walked. His mantra played on repeat in his head.

That didn't stop them from talking.

"Hey cutie, where are you going?"

"Come on, don't be like that."

"Let's be friends!"

"Aw, why are you ignoring us?"

"Come back!"

"Come back!"

Allen clenched his teeth. I will not give them any attention. I will not give them any attention.

When the taunting wasn't enough, they started to get physical with him. It started with the shoving. A pair of invisible hands shoved on over. Allen stumbled to the side at first before standing himself up.

"Come on! Talk to us!"

No!

"Talk! Talk! Talk! Talk!"

Allen wouldn't give up. His footsteps grew heavier with each march. They were just as stubborn as he was. They were counting on him to react. It looked like they were going to have to get aggressive.

One of them kicked him to the ground. Allen fell over face first. He nearly bit his tongue. Blood welled up in his mouth. They rolled him onto his side. A hand grabbed him by the hair.

"So rude!"

"Why do you keep ignoring us?"

Allen glared at the empty air. Blood oozed out from his lips.

"Aw! He's getting mad now."

"What's the matter, baby?"

Allen clicked his tongue. He wanted to shout but that would be weakness. It's so hard when the anger keeps building up.

"What's with that face?"

"We're going to have to change that."

"I have something for him."

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Allen's cheeks looked so red. He breathed to try and keep himself calm. The angel was determined not to play along. He's had worse before.

"Hm… That didn't work."

"Now what?"

"I think I have something."

"What?"

Allen raised an eyebrow. What was this? Right off the bat, he knew this wasn't going to end well. He swallowed back the remaining blood in his mouth. The angel lifted his chin. He shouted his mantra in his head.

Suddenly, he winced in pain.

Teeth sank into his neck and ear lobe. Allen let out a silent gasp. He reached up and tried to push the mouth off.

"Hey, come on! You can't have all of the fun!"

Another bite landed on his chest. Another to his stomach. And then another one landed on this throat. That last one went in so deep. Allen flailed his arms in a vain attempt to push off the invisible forces. A hand grabbed him by the right wrist. His arm was twisted behind his back. Scratches ran down his back as well. There was another kick to his stomach before another bite followed. Allen shut his eyes and just took it. He still couldn't scream out. The teeth at his throat wouldn't allow him. The angel thought he was going to choke.

"That's enough!"

Everything stopped. Allen opened his eyes as everything faded off of his body. The angel looked around.

"Hello?"

There was no one else around. The angel slowly pulled himself to his feet. He did it again. This was another stupid game of hers. She "saved" and now he owned her. He not going to enjoy the price. Best to get out of here before his captor remembered. Allen turned and started walking again.

Sometime later, Allen found himself alone again. He had no idea how long he had been walking. It didn't matter anymore. The angel was close to pushing him to his limit for the day. But his stubborn ass wouldn't let him quit.

That was just want the latest monster needed to speak.

"Hey, cutie. Your body looks so good. I'd like to eat you. I can show you the way out for a strip of the skin from your thighs."

It took a moment for the words to sink in. He became more nauseated as each one lingered in his ear. The angel threw up what he had left in his stomach in an abandoned alley. But desperation is a strange thing.

Moments later, Allen sat in the alley with a cloth stuffed in his mouth and a large shard of glass in his hand.

He began to cut.