There were several things that could happen in an escape. You try to regulate your breathing, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in your left leg. You swear inwardly, in a dire situation like this. One wrong move could easily spell death for you.

Grimmjow's steps clack noisily on the steps, he's taking his sweet time finding you. How proud could he be?

"Let's not be hasty here, (Name)~ Come out here, let's talk. I don't want to hurt you."

You resist the urge to scoff at his words. Like hell he wouldn't hurt you.

"Hey, don't tell me you're mad at me~"

You grit your teeth, he wants to get a reaction out of you. That's why he's saying all of that. He's trying to get you to lose your cool, to scream and yell at him, and get you to reveal your presence.

You want to take a deep breath to compose yourself, but you know you can't risk that. A single misstep could lead to your recapture, a single breath out of line could alert him to your location.

You thank your lucky stars for Urahara's gear, a jacket that could render you invisible, shoes that could muffle silence your footsteps, and a shawl that allowed you to pass through objects- your trump cards. But even with his tech, you had to be extremely careful, with an Espada's advanced senses Urahara's technology gave you a small advantage.

"Are you mad at me because I killed him," Grimmjow asks, barely able to contain the glee in his voice.

"You're mad because I killed him, aren't you? Because, I broke my promise to you."

Tune out of his words, (Name), a voice inside you says. Don't let him manipulate you. Look, you're almost there.

Your conscience is right. Moving quickly, you watch his back. He isn't looking in your direction. This was it. Your hands touch the cold marble of a giant door- the exit. Just as you try to pass through the door, a Cero brushes past your side. It's energy grazes your shoulders and stuns you.

How?

You don't move. You hear his footsteps clack noisily behind you again. Chills run up your spine, Your blood runs cold, goosebumps form in your skin, and you can swear your heart is beating out of control. His footsteps sound louder and louder, you stand still in hopes that he would believe there was nothing there.

"(Name)~ Are you here?"

You can feel his hand brush the space beside you. You thank whatever higher power there is for his mistake.

"Must have been my imagination."

You try to fight the sense of relief that floods through your system as he walks away. You pass through the door and into the cold desert night of Hueco Mundo.

They said that they'd be waiting for me. He might have failed but I'm sure the others will be there. Ready to take me away from this hell. You take a deep breath and take of your jacket. Closing your eyes, you think of the first thing you will do when you get home. Home. Just the thought of it sends warmth into you, you were finally able to go home.

But not even the thought of home could prepare you for the sight that awaited you. Strewn about the sand dunes, were the bodies of your friends, Uryuu, Inoue, Chad, Ichigo, everyone...dead.

You fall to your knees, barely able to contai the scream building up in your throat.

I have to get out of here.

You hastily put your jacket on again but a strong arm on your shoulder stops you.

"Looks like I broke my promise again."

You try to push him away from you, but his hold on you is too strong.

"Get off of me! LET GO!" You scream and yell but it is all in vain.

"You know I can't do that~"

"I trusted you! You promised," you cried. "You're a monster! You'll get what's coming to you!"

He smiles at you gently, roughly cupping your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"I hate you so much," you squeak, defeated.

"That's right, you trusted me, I broke all the promises I made, I killed everyone you cared for, I killed him- your lover, and you know why?"

He leans in lapping up your tears. You cringe in disgust, trying to turn away from him but he doesn't allow it.

"Because, what I love more than your smile is the look of hopelessness and desperation in your eyes. What I love more than you is your naievity and how you look when I take away everything you hold dear."

He throws you back down on the sand and straddles you, quickly pinning your hands over your head with one hand. Using his free hand, he runs his fingers around your body.

"You're an idiot for trusting me," he hisses, "but that's what makes you so beautiful."

Grabbing your hair, he drags you back to La Noches with him into his quarters.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you," he laughs as he pushes you into his bed.

Where you would have fought to get him away from you once, you merely lie on his bed, resigned and defeated. Letting him have his way, because what does it matter? Everything is over.

"Hey, if you're good enough. I'll even take you on walks in the human world."

You close your eyes. So this was going to be how it was now.

"You're my bitch now."