*Frisk's POV*

I waited for him to wake up, and as soon as he did, I said sharply, "Now it's your turn. What did you do?"

A smirk passed his lips and he sat up, his bones creaking.

"... I never said I would tell ya kid. Just said I wouldn't if you didn't tell me what you did."

"But I did tell you!" I yelled with fury burning my words as they shot from my mouth, "I told you what I did! Now you have to tell me!"

"Heh... those aren't the rules goodie-goodie."

I had enough.

Too much anger pilled into me, and I stood up walking over to him blankly.

His smirk grew wider and he laid back, his eyes staring at me with amusement.

How could he be so blind to what I was about to do to him?

My blood boiled with the want to hurt G, without the care of my own pain that was sure to come.

I wanted to see him bleed.

I wanted to see him in pain.

In any pain possible.

That's why I smacked him across the face as hard as I could, praying I could make a mark on his skull, praying he would be angry and hurt, wanting with every cell in my body that he would be shocked.

Yet when he turned back to face me, his eyes were full of more amusement.

That's when he laughed, and I felt the cool, sharp, regret slice through me like a knife.

How could I have been so blind to my anger?

He laughed harder and stood up, which made me realize his laugh wasn't from amusement, it was from anger.

The same anger I feel for him every moment I'm with him.

If he had that same energy, that same hunger to see blood, I knew there was no mercy for me.

"That was funny dollface," He kicked me in the stomach so hard I fell to the floor, his foot still on my stomach.

This was it.

I tried to prepare myself for the feeling of pain, trying to remember how it would hurt, just so it wouldn't feel as bad.

Yet it didn't work, even when he pounded his foot into my stomach, his tall body leaning over me with his hands still cuffed behind his back.

I could feel his angry energy as he pounded again, the energy turning into pain as it entered my body with a strong force.

I coughed blood and I felt it splurge all over my face, specks dotting my vision.

"N-no," I tried to speak as he pounded again, more blood flowing from my mouth.

It was useless to beg, and I knew that. 

I knew what I was going to get myself into when I slapped him, I knew that there would be pain to follow.

Why had I for a moment thought I could win?

Did I ever think I could win?

Or had I known I would fail all along.

Either way, the pain was almost unbearable, and as it flooded my senses, I suddenly wondered what it would be like to have this much power, this strength, on my side.

Then a whole knew door of thoughts opened while G stomped on my stomach again, trying to kill me, or hurt me terribly.

Which he was.

The door was full of questions and plots of getting G on my side, getting G to be my protection.

Could it even be done?

The chances entered my head, and I knew that they wouldn't work, and it would go back to regret.

He pounded again, sending blood into the air and down my throat.

That's when I began to think about what would happen if he was on my side, the possibilities including: 

Nothing changes.

No one hurts me.

He wont hurt me.

I would be safe.

All of these thoughts sent excitement through me, and for a moment I thought, just a moment, I thought maybe it would work.

That's when the door opened, the chief at the opening.

"G!" He shouted, which just made G turn and smirk.

"What?" He asked casually, pounding his foot into me again, my blood drying around my hair and ears.

"GET OFF HER!" The chief quickly walked in and pulled G off with a slight struggle.

G laughed and looked at me with enjoyment as he said, "I wasn't on her. It was just my foot pops."

The chief helped me up roughly, and I let the blood drip out of my mouth, my head spinning with the aching pain.

And the plots of getting G on my side.

The chief growled, and I almost considered it myself until I noticed G's dark look.

"Yard time," The chief grumbled to me, walking out of the room as he adjusted his hat.

Without a moment to waste I rushed out of the cell as quick as I could, not daring to look at G.

The last thing I heard was his laughter while I rushed to the yard.

Now, though I hated G, wanted him dead, hurt, bloody, I almost convinced myself to never hurt him again considering the options.

Yet his bullying and beating, just made me more angry.

And more afraid.

The yard was full of all the prisoners, because G and I were normally gathered last.

No one turned to face me, no one even noticed my existence. 

The feeling was natural to me, so I went to my wall and picked at the paint.

Though the activity depressed me, and I thought of Bella and her sharp smile.

I didn't fight the shivers or sadness as they slithered down my back.

To distract my mind, I thought of G on my side.

How wonderful it would be.

Yet how would I get him on my side?

Respecting him, I knew wouldn't work, because everyone did and he would still beat them at random times.

Becoming friends wouldn't work, especially since all G cares about is himself.

It had to be something I could give him, something he would want from me.

When I thought about it, it seemed hopeless in the fact I had nothing he could ever want.

There was nothing I could give him.

At that moment in my thoughts, I suddenly felt someone pin me to the wall, their gruff human hands tight around my wrist.

The words choked in my throat, and my eyes glanced to see who it was.

A man stood there, his body too close to mine, his breath the smell of rotting flesh and eggs.

I couldn't help the gag that forced its way up my throat.

Due to the fact no one usually bugged me after Bella's death, this came as a shock to me, and I stayed silent to see what his plans where.

Seeing was all I did, because he didn't speak to me when his head went to the crook of my neck and his tongue explored my skin.

I did gasp, and my body paralyzed. 

What could I do?

This man was twice the size of me, three times the strength, and was another one of those guys who got everything they wanted.

Speaking was all I could do.

So I said in a whimper voice (which I was not so proud of) "Get off."

Not expecting an affect, I wasn't surprised when he just chuckled and continued, his tongue cold and slick.

"Not in your dreams~ I've been wanting to do this for a while now~" 

His gruff scratchy voice made me whimper despite myself.

I cursed under my breath from the weakness I showed, then I began to struggle, not wanting anymore saliva on me.

His grip tightened and he kneed me in the gut.

I let out an "oof!" and he shoved me against the wall again, the stone feeling like bits of glass against my back.

When the man continued, my eyes spot G across the yard.

Watching us.

His eyes scanned us down, and they did not seem friendly. They had a deadly look, that was sharp yet calm; one that seemed like a peaceful sleep that would never end.

Then I noticed the enjoyment.

He smoked and watched his little show with amusement.

"Sick bastard..." I mumbled under my breath, talking to G and the man that held me.

"What was that?!" The man shouted loudly in my ear, causing me to yelp.

"Nothing!" I yelled back, full of defeat and weakness while he continued.

How could I let this happen to myself?

I knew I was just another victim that happened to fall into the bin of bad luck, but I felt useless.

I wondered to myself if this was what the other girls felt when they got pregnant and shipped off somewhere else.

Probably somewhere safer.

While I was thinking to myself, I hadn't noticed G come over, his look worse up close.

The man didn't seem to notice and chuckled in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, "Now we can do this the painful way... or the fun way..."

"I was about to ask you the same thing buddy," G said, his mouth curled into another smirk.

Then he punched the man so hard he let go of me immediately and collapsed.

G kicked him over and over, my eyes watching the image with shock.

My emotions betrayed me, and I felt nothing but shock while I watched the man get beaten to tears.

"S-stop please I didn't-"

"Didn't what?" G said his smirk a burning image in anyone's mind.

Everyone watched, not daring to interfere while G continued to kick and pound, dropping his cigarette onto the man's head.

The man didn't answer, and he whimpered, his hands covering his head as if he was still afraid of G's wrath.

I would be too if I was on the floor at G;s feet.

G stood over the man, his breathing even and clam even after beating a man.

My eyes couldn't turn away from the sight and blood, another stain forming on the cement.

G glanced at me, the deadly glare stinging my stomach, making me almost want to puke.

Thankfully, I didn't, and I took a step back along with everyone else.

The man began crying, and I felt no longer afraid of him.

This was G's protection.

This is what I wanted.

No matter how sickly or terrible it was.

I wanted to control him, wanted him at my whim.

What had he contaminated me with?

"What are ya'll lookin at?" G growled looking at everyone.

They all quickly ignored the fight, and went back to what they were doing.

Before G could walk off, I stopped him, even though I knew I shouldn't.

"Wait..." He stopped, but only his head turned to face me.

"Thank you..." I said softly, realizing I meant it.

Who knows what would have happened to me if G hadn't helped me?

What would happen to me if G didn't protect me again?

He grunted and yanked away from me, walking off with another cigarette in his mouth.

That's when it hit me.

My plan, my plot, hit me so suddenly, I couldn't stop the smile from curling my lips.

G wants something for himself.

I knew I could give him something he wanted.

I would give him pleasure.

Even if it kills me.

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A/N: NO LEMON I PROMISE!

But things will get intense, and G gets an idea, and sh*t goes down, and the prince comes back, I need to stop spoiling, Imma die.

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