I awoke to my head throbbing in pain and my body feeling bruised and sore. Bright white lights shone down from the ceiling, lighting up every last inch of the room. I squinted trying to see as I winced in pain. I tried to put my hand over my eyes to shield them from the blinding lights, but I was restrained. Shackled to the wall and buckled to a table. It felt like I was dressed in a white hospital gown and had white bandage stuff wrapped everywhere. I could tell from the pain in my lower back that my body was on a metal table; and my captors had probably kept me there for a while. My throat felt sore, I had no clue why but it did.

"He-llo?" I called out hoarsely. I heard s voice through what sounded like an intercom system.

      "So you've finally awoken (Y/N)." I heard.

       "W-What's goin-g on? Whe-re am I?" I wheezed.

       "You are in experimental and punishable captivity under the supervision of the board of reapers and the council." The voice responded.

         "W-Why?" I asked. Suddenly a deeper more old voice came out of the intercom.

       "We found out you are now a half breed. At first we planned to kill you off; however, a certain head reaper actually pointed out you would be of handsome use to us. A Mr.Spears to be exact." It said. The name echoed in my head as my eyes widened to the size of saucers. 'Will, how could he?!' I thought. Tears began to fill my eyes.

        "Wh-at, do y-you want fr-om m-me?" I asked, starting to tear up.

       "We want your demonic ability to sense souls to make our reaping business more efficient." He said. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I took a deep breath and sighed.

        "Yo-u won't ever rel-ease m-me...will y-ou?" I forced out. The man chuckled.

       "I'm afraid not, suicide is also not an option, I'm sorry." He said. I closed my eyes and breathed. Just focusing on that at first. Then I thought of Grell and Sebastian. How sad they would be upon knowing I would be gone for good. It was unbearable but true. I began to cry, not caring that several men were watching. After a while, I heard one man walk in and he stared down at me. His face was serious and scarred as well. It was one of the reapers from the night of the ball. He had a scar on his face from what I'd done. He raised a hand into the air and swiftly struck me across the face.

       "Stop crying or I'll really give ya something to cry about!" He hissed. I still cried out of heartache. He gave an enraged look and slammed himself onto the table, on top of me angrily.

He wrapped a hand around my throat and snarled. "I gave you a warning. Now you will regret it. But I won't." He growled. Then, he started to rip my gown. I wriggled and writhed to my utmost capacity, doing everything in my power to get him off. But this was no use because my restraints were fully demon proof. He ripped it off and everything became cold. Goosebumps formed all over my skin as I shivered on the table, looking like a complete mess. My body, on display for every man there to see. I felt humiliated, betrayed, disgusted, but most of all, I felt sad. Sad that I had no freedom, sad that I couldn't see my husband again, or my brother or my friends. I was done for. I was beaten and hit till I was numb.