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Fifty Days	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female > L/Misa Views: 2868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 4: Day Four
The electronic voice woke him up the next morning. Judging from his internal sense of the passage of time, it seemed to be very early.
The voice said, "L, why did you write down suicide for him? Why were you so cruel?"
L said, "It isn't cruel. I wanted to give him one choice during the rest of his life, and there are many painless ways to kill yourself. Light is smart enough to give himself a pleasant death."
Infuriated, Misa launched into a long rant about how cruel suicide really was and how much of a wonderful person Light was. L listened carefully for any usable information, but it all sounded like opinions. Then the voice went away and shortly afterwards L heard the door to his room open, and then a sharp intake of breath.
Misa said, "What did you do?"
L realized that she must not have a video feed from this room to the outside. That might prove useful later.
Misa flipped the metal frame he was strapped to over, so he was lying on his back.
She said, "So, you like to eat, do you? I'm going to let you eat all you want, as long as you do it my way."
L heard Misa leave, and when she came back there was a wonderful scent of fresh strawberries. L heard something being set on the floor near his head. Then, Misa's hands were stroking every part of his face that peeked out from under the blindfold.
"I like the way you're so smooth," she said.
The way she ran her hands over him felt sexual. L became certain that Misa was about to try some sort of sexual activity. Suddenly, he was thinking, hard, about the decision that had evaded him all night. Should he cooperate? There was something very repulsive about doing anything sexual with Misa, yet if he thought of it as merely a physical act, it was alluring. But, logic needed to be brought into the picture and given a priority, before things got out of hand.
L knew he couldn't really control what Misa did to him, he could only control how he reacted to it. If he refused and she persisted, then it would definitely be rape. Rape brought a lot of mental trauma with it, and it might impair his judgment as he tried to deal with those effects. If he gave permission, then it wouldn't be rape, but it would still be a sexually abusive situation because of the severe imbalance of power between them. It may cause mental trauma anyway, but probably not as much as rape. If he decided to allow Misa's advances, he'd be less impaired.
In any case, there would be emotional consequences for both himself and Misa. Misa might become attached to him through sex, and be less likely to kill him. Not that he wanted to be Misa's sex slave forever. It was rather that getting on her good side would buy time to figure out a better solution, and might possibly be the only way out of the situation. There were other ways, though, to get on her good side. L resolved to try those soon, regardless of what he decided about the sexual issue.
But, Misa might experience something other than increased warmth toward him as a result of sex. She could regret her actions or become repulsed, leading to less talking and a lowered chance of getting any useful information out of her. If she went too far and upset herself, she might stop touching him or going near him. She might even gag him so she wouldn't have to hear his voice.
L knew that every emotional consequence that could happen to Misa could also happen to himself, except that if he became strongly repulsed and regretful he would likely not be given the choice of avoiding Misa. The worst part would be that if he developed a plan that called for harming Misa, especially for killing her, it might be difficult to carry it out. But, a sexual connection might also be a way to manipulate Misa. She wouldn't be expecting him to be able to act manipulative at all from such a position of helplessness, and he might be better able to slip things past her awareness.
As he considered it, it seemed that more advantages would come with not resisting. As long as he tried to stay in control of his responses, he could lessen his trauma, perhaps get Misa to replace some of his torture with sex, gain physical pleasure, and possibly buy time and become better able to manipulate Misa. Yes, he would let Misa mess with him sexually. It made the most sense. Still, even after deciding, he felt a lingering uncertainty within. He didn't like having to make a decision like that, under duress and with his life hanging in the balance.
Misa was still stroking his cheeks, and now L felt her hot breath against one side of his neck. He shivered. The neck was another place, along with his genitals, that he felt particularly vulnerable. It seemed like Misa was invading him, but it also was exciting, it was a burn of adrenaline to jolt his system. Misa's lips were brushing against his neck then, and he was shivering, trying not to pull away. Involuntarily, he wiggled a bit within his restraints. Then he felt Misa's wet tongue against his neck, licking. It was almost too much. It was making him very jittery, and it was hard to think.
She stopped momentarily and said, "This is a really good cake! Next time I don't want to see it spread all over you."
Hoping to move her area of focus, L said, "Kiss me!"
Misa said, "I'm glad you're so eager, but right now I'm going to suck right here until I leave a big red mark. You belong to me, L, and I can do whatever I want to you."
L cursed himself inwardly. Had he given Misa some clue that he didn't want his neck touched?
But, then, Misa had latched on, hard, with a pressure that made him gasp and squirm. L tried to control his breathing; he focused on the sound of his breaths and tried to ignore Misa sucking at the side of his neck. But, it was hard. A little part of his mind was going insane, and it took all his willpower not to flinch away. It seemed to go on, and on, and just when he wasn't sure if he could take it any more, Misa drew back. L could feel the cool air on that wet mark and he felt ashamed. Even though nobody would see it except Misa and Ryuk, it was like a piece of his dignity had been forever taken away.
Then Misa began stroking his face again, all the parts that stuck out from under the blindfold. She especially paid attention to his lips, rubbing them, squeezing them and pulling at them.
Then Misa said, "You're the opposite of Light in some ways, but you're really just like him, aren't you?"
L didn't know what the proper answer should be, so he stayed silent.
Then L felt Misa straddling his chest, sitting on it.
Misa said, "Do you know what I'm going to do? I'm going to feed you as many strawberries as you want. But you'll have to use your tongue to dig them out of the place I put them. If you pleasure me well enough, things will go better for you. Can you guess where I'll be putting the strawberries?"
L thought he knew, but he said nothing.
In a pouting voice, Misa said, "You're supposed to be a genius and you can't even figure out this one little thing? I'm going to put strawberries in my vagina and you'll eat them out of me. If you're bad at it, there will be a lot less food for you in the future."
Then, L could feel various movements as Misa shifted around on top of him, and he heard a series of wet noises. Then the smell of strawberries became stronger, along with a slightly musky smell, like clean fresh fish. L could feel Misa's thighs sliding along his jaw line on either side of his face, and then there was a heat emanating from just above his mouth.
Misa said, "You owe me everything that Light wasn't able to give me. Furthermore, I let you come yesterday. I was very generous."
L said, "Yes, Misa."
The movements of talking brought his lips barely in contact with something warm and moist directly above him. L considered his best course of action. There were two goals, to get the strawberries and to give sexual pleasure to Misa. It was more important to satisfy Misa, but he had no experience doing this. He'd have to learn in a hurry. It was essential to find her clitoris fast, but it was also true that women had widely varying sexual responses; each one liked different things. He would need to discover exactly what pleased Misa.
L said, "Misa, tell me when I'm doing it right."
Then he reached up with his tongue and lips at once and started feeling and prodding the thing hovering just above his face. At the moment of contact, Misa's breath hitched and then she started breathing faster. It was like licking a piece of meat soaked in strawberry juice, except that it was very much warm and alive. At certain places, he could feel a faint pulse. L hunted around. There were so many folds of skin. Every time he checked on the other side of a fold, it seemed a new fold was there. He felt certain he'd be better at this if he could only see. He tried to create a mental map of Misa's genitals, but everything was so gooey and pliable, ever-shifting under the pressure of his tongue and lips.
Finally, he found a place where the folds all came together into a kind of little tent, and there was a nub there that stuck out. As soon as L licked it hard, Misa made a cooing sound. Then L experimented, sliding his tongue alongside it, making swirling motions, nibbling with his lips, grasping it gently in his teeth and giving it little tugs. Everything provoked sounds of approval from Misa, some things more than others. Misa was releasing a lot of her own juice now, and it was dribbling all over L's chin and running onto his neck.
Then L took her clitoris entirely between his lips and sucked on it hard. Misa let out a sobbing moan, and then she was saying, "Do it! Do it! Do it!"
L latched on even harder and sucked with a tremendous pulsing pressure. Misa let out a series of wild cries, ascending in pitch, and then L felt her thigh muscles clench several times and immediately after go very lax and loose. He moved his mouth lower, seeking her entrance. Once again he was lost among those seemingly-endless folds. He pressed hard with his tongue, seeking the right place but unable to find it. She was really wet now with her own slightly musky juices almost completely overpowering the strawberry taste.
L tried to aim toward the center of the maze of folds, but her entrance still eluded him. Could it be further back than he thought? Carefully, L made his way in that direction, trying to stay centered. Then, without any warning, his tongue was slipping inside. Misa gasped. It was so hot inside her. L plunged his tongue in and out a few times, getting used to where the opening was, making Misa moan. The thought of where his tongue was sent sparks of electricity directly to his groin, hardening him. L really hoped she would let him come.
Then, he felt a strawberry. It was too far up and kept retreating from him when he tried to snag it. Misa was certainly enjoying the process, moaning shamelessly and making rocking motions that complicated L's efforts. L plunged his tongue in so far that his nose was smashed up against Misa and he couldn't breathe. Then, he snagged two strawberries, pulling them into his mouth and eating. Next he went searching for additional strawberries, and found three more before Misa stopped him so she could refill.
From then on, it was alternating between pleasuring Misa's clitoris and getting more strawberries as a reward. L paid careful attention to all the sounds Misa made, so he could learn just where and how to stimulate. Soon, he had figured out a technique where he turned his head a bit sideways and by positioning everything just right, could suck on her clitoris and insert his tongue inside her at the same time. It drove Misa absolutely insane.
After the sixth orgasm, Misa got up and fed him strawberries with her hands. She praised him for how good he'd been and cooed over him, baby-talking and stroking his face and neck.
When L was almost uncomfortably full and finally refused a strawberry, Misa said, "Do you want to come, L? I'm going to take your virginity now. There's nothing you can do to stop it."
L felt Misa's weight settling across his knees, and her hands were sliding up under his skirt, fiddling with him, making him fully hard. He was panting now, and his mind wouldn't settle down. It felt like thousands of thoughts were battling in his brain. There was something awful about wearing a skirt. It was just so easy for Misa to access him. There wasn't any defensive layer of fabric to protect his genitals.
Misa was scooting up his body, away from his knees and toward his penis. L felt a sudden wave of panic. He couldn't do this. It was just too fast. He wanted to tell her to wait, to stop.
L said, "Misa, I was good with the oral sex, wasn't I? Please listen, and slow down a bit. It is my first time, after all. Can you be gentle?"
Misa said, "I'm not going to hurt you, but you can't back out now. You're going to have sex with me no matter what. I'm very generous, so I can hold back a little just this one time. But, in the future, I'm going to take you whenever I want, as fast as I want. Do you understand?"
L said, "Yes, Misa."
And then, he felt her damp sex nudging up against his testicles, and her hands rubbing and squeezing his erection. It felt really good as she continued to fondle him. L concentrated on the physical sensations. Misa's hands were warm and dry; there was no ointment or lotion this time. He didn't think there was any danger of coming without slippery friction. He settled down, trying to feel and to not think about anything other than how sexy Misa was, trying to imagine her riding on top of him, enclosing him, getting used to that idea, trying to get turned on by it.
And, it was working. His heartbeat was speeding up, and he was rocking slightly within his restraints, trying to move against Misa's hand. Then, he felt her rise up, and his very tip was sliding into her. Panic and an incredible wave of adrenaline hit him all at once. He was confused and ashamed and very, very horny all at once, and the physical sensations were completely overwhelming him. Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to press further into her, but he was helpless, trapped, as she slowly slipped down his shaft, everything happening entirely according to her will, at her rate of speed. He couldn't do anything.
The feeling of sliding into her was unbelievable. He'd never thought it would feel like this. To be completely enclosed on every side by something so slippery and warm and alive, gripping him just right. As Misa completed her journey to the bottom of his shaft, L let out a wild cry at the intensity of being fully sheathed within her. He was wriggling within the restraints, going crazy. There was something so exactly right about it; inside her was where his penis was supposed to be, the union it had been craving every day since puberty. And then there was movement, sweet and intense, up and down, and it was so much more than just being inside, it was incredibly erotic, a perfect answer to his throbbing need. L was whining and moaning, his head tossing back and forth.
As she pushed herself down onto him again and again, he began crying out her name. Every part of him was straining, sweating.
"Yes, Misa," he said, "Misa!"
But at the same time that everything was so right, there was something wrong and shameful. He kept telling himself it wasn't rape, that he had decided to enjoy this. But, somewhere in the back of his mind, he was frightened and horrified. This wasn't at all how he wanted his first time to be, with an insane woman who was both a mass-murderer and someone who he had nothing in common with. Actually, he didn't really want any of his times to be like that. If he'd wanted a woman as beautiful as Misa, he could have obtained a sane one at any time. Women did respond to rich men, no matter how badly those men dressed or how oddly they behaved. It would have been quite simple.
But Misa was here, riding on top of him. She was probably going to be doing this, or worse things, whether he liked it or not, and she was very warm and arousing. He tried to think of it as just a physical act, concentrating on the pleasure instead of the shame. And, the pleasure was very intense. It was easy to lose himself in the act. L felt like he was drowning in his feelings, his instincts overwhelming him just as surely as if he'd been standing on the beach and got hit by a big ocean wave.
He strained against the straightjacket and the straps that held him down. He wanted desperately to move, to move against her. All he could do was shift just slightly in place, unseeing, immobile. It was almost intolerable to not be able to move, to touch, as his pleasure built. He wanted to kiss, to thrust, to run his hands along her back. Then, all too soon, he was crying out in release as Misa clamped down on him tightly, milking his seed as she stroked his thighs and mumbled encouragement to him.
Releasing inside her was another level of intensity on top of everything else. First, merely being inside her, without movement, had been overwhelming, and then her thrusting had taken it up to another level again, but the release, deep inside her warm cleft, was so much more than that. He was a sweating, moaning mess at his climax, his mind having that unraveling feeling again, as if he couldn't think and never would be able to again.
Afterwards, he was panting, stunned. It was true, what people said. Losing your virginity changed something inside you. L could feel it. He'd thought that belief was some kind of superstition, but he could feel it within him, and there was no denying it. Something was irrevocably changed about his life, and it would color the way he looked at things from now on. He felt kind of sad about it. Had he lost his innocence? Had he lost the self he'd known his entire life?
Misa was still sitting on him, and he was completely inside her, though he was soft now. She was humming quietly, stroking his thighs and running her thumbs in little circles around the points of his hipbones. He waited for her to leave, but she kept doing the same actions. Was this cuddling? L didn't want to cuddle with Misa. He had just wanted her to give him an orgasm and leave. The orgasm had happened, so now it was time for Misa to go away. L shifted nervously inside his bindings. He was acutely aware of how his arms felt funny from being in the same position for so long, and of how much he wanted to bring his legs up to curl into his usual knees-against-the-chin posture.
Misa was laughing then, a sweet little laugh. It sounded so innocent and pure.
She said, "Did you think that was all? You've been very good. You deserve a lot of pleasure. I'm going to take you again and again until you have nothing else to give. Doesn't that sound exciting?"
L said, "Why are you doing this, Misa?"
She ran one finger lightly along his chin and said, "You're like him, and I don't have him, do I? Plus, you've been very good, and I'm feeling generous."
Then she continued running her hands along his hips and thighs, sometimes using her internal muscles to squeeze him. Soon, he was hardening again, and Misa encouraged the process by sliding up and down on his half-hard erection. L moaned. It was so good. There was something breaking, dissolving inside him. His resistance. He squirmed fiercely, trying to rock, trying to thrust, as that tight wet opening came down on his erection over and over, a repetitive onslaught that never let up.
"Faster!" he snarled, "Harder!"
The sound of his own voice startled him. It was choked, slightly slurred, deeper than normal.
Misa obliged him and sped up, doubling his pleasure. L was tense and tight and hot, everything burning within him, fire and electricity running underneath his skin. He was lasting longer this time, and the intensity was building higher. His arousal was like a molten ball of lava within his groin, rolling around and around, heavy and tingling, gathering more and more to itself with every movement. The urge to thrust was almost pulling his mind into knots, but he did his best with a slight rocking and squirming while Misa did all the work.
Then his climax hit him, making him shake and scream, a husky deep scream thick with lust. It was a white-hot intensity filling up his entire being. It was so good, ten times better than anything he'd experienced before, with little aftershocks jolting through him as he gradually descended from that peak. Misa used her internal muscles to clamp down on him tight the entire time, and she praised him, telling him how good he'd been, how much he deserved this. The tone of her voice sounded very pleased.
Then a kind of tingling, languid drowsiness filled him. He turned his head to one side and relaxed. Misa was still on top of him, rubbing his hips with her fingers, and her attention felt annoying. He did his best to ignore it.
Misa pinched him hard on his thigh and said, "Don't go to sleep. Didn't I tell you we'd go to the limits of your sexual endurance today?"
L said, "Misa, you've tired out my body with this captivity. Maybe I can do one more, but that's it. If you want this sort of thing, you should feed me better and give me some time out of the restraints to relax on a couch or something."
Misa didn't listen. She kept stimulating him, and a few minutes later, she coaxed another erection out of him and rode him to climax. The third time he released inside her, she seemed even more pleased than the previous two times, though L hadn't noticed any evidence she'd had a single orgasm during their sexual encounters, perhaps because she'd already exhausted her capacity with the oral sex.
After that, she took him twice more, though the last time she had to resort to oral sex to get him erect before she rode him. But, after that time she actually got up and walked to his head, crouching down to talk in his ear while she stroked his hair.
She said, "Yesterday, I thought I was going to torture you by stimulating you over and over without ever letting you come. But, I changed my mind. I have another use for you. Do you know what I did after I finished your hand job?"
L said, "You were pleasuring yourself."
Misa let loose a little tinkling laugh, so light-hearted and pleased.
She said, "You're almost right. I took your seed and put it inside me. You see, I started taking fertility drugs as soon as I knew you'd written down Light's name. If he was going to die, then I wanted to get pregnant and have a piece of him with me forever, a little Kira to raise up and take over the judgments. But then he wasn't available and I realized you're the person who is most similar to Light, and how delicious my revenge would be if you knew, while you were dying, that your son or daughter would grow up to be the next Kira."
L felt sick inside, but he told himself it shouldn't be personal. If Misa was determined and able enough to raise up a child to be the next Kira, it shouldn't matter if it was his own or someone else's.
L calculated. He tried to be knowledgeable on as many subjects as possible, so he had done research on this. Women who took fertility drugs had about a fifty percent chance of getting pregnant within the time period Misa planned to hold him captive, but those women were usually those who'd experienced trouble getting pregnant in the past.
If Misa was a normal, fertile twenty-year-old, then she probably had a greater than fifty percent chance of getting pregnant. If she was telling the truth. This could be a lie, a kind of psychological torment. So far, Misa had proven more adept with the psychological torture than the physical torture, something L hadn't expected. Light was the one who played mind games with him, not Misa. L resolved once more to not underestimate Misa. It was a trap he kept falling into.
Misa said, "How do you feel, L? How do you feel about our child becoming Kira?"
"I would be upset. I don't like it."
In a gentle voice, Misa said, "But, you don't have any choice. It's easy to get you aroused. From now on, every drop of semen you produce belongs to me. Don't resist, or I'll force you."
L began trembling, just slightly. He tried to control it, but he couldn't. Misa began stroking his neck again, and he just wanted her to get away, but he couldn't give any sign or she'd know for sure how vulnerable his neck was. He tried to make himself as stiff and blank as possible, a dead piece of meat, his mind wandering far from the scene he was in.
Misa stroked the spot she'd sucked on before, and said, "What a lovely mark! I think I need to make a matching one on the other side."
And then she did, as L trembled and tried not to react while the panic and disgust twisted within him. When she was done, she took him through his morning routine and then left. Later that day, she gave him a fake interrogation with the electronic voice, a series of questions that was obviously modeled after his own interrogation of her. She accused him of being Kira and asked all sorts of little details about his life.
It wasn't at all disturbing, and L already had a bunch of mutually consistent fake details worked out to supply her. His opinion of her as a torturer was sinking. But, of course, that was quite pleasing. If Misa didn't have it in her to try anything hard-core, that was wonderful. L tried to act confused, hurt and frightened as she continued interrogating him. If she thought this kind of thing upset him, she was badly mistaken, but it was a very useful illusion.
On one of the bathroom breaks, L heard Misa talk to Ryuk and so knew the shinigami was certainly in the same room. Now was the time to try one of his plans.
L said, "There was a man who had no hope to live, so he had been sent from the hospital to die at home, and his favorite food was homemade chocolate chip cookies. One day, he woke up to a beautiful smell of that exact food. He was so overwhelmed with happiness that, even though he was almost dead, he managed to crawl downstairs. There he saw his wife was baking cookies and they had been stacked high on every single surface, hundreds of them. He reached out for a cookie, grateful that he would be able to eat his favorite food once more before he died. Then his wife saw him and swatted his hand. She said, 'Stop it. Those are for the funeral.'"
L heard a choked sound of astonishment from Misa.
L continued, "There was a woman who died, and as the pallbearers were carrying her casket into the cemetery, they accidentally knocked it against the gatepost on the way in, and heard a moan from within the coffin. They checked, and found the woman had a pulse, so they rushed her to the hospital and revived her. She lived another ten years. At her second funeral, when the pallbearers were about to enter the cemetery, the woman's husband said, 'Be careful. I don't want you to run into that gatepost again.'"
Misa said, "What are you doing?"
L replied, "Telling jokes to Ryuk."
L didn't wait for Misa's reply, but addressed the empty air in front of him, "Ryuk, I am a very amusing person. I think you'd be more entertained if we could talk directly. Why don't you make that possible? You don't have to follow Misa's orders, you can do whatever you want."
Then, Misa gave him a hard stinging slap. The force of it twisted his neck, and he was sure he'd have a red mark on his face for some time.
L said, "Ryuk, if there's something Misa doesn't want me to find out, don't you think it would be amusing if you told me in such a way that it didn't end this game immediately?"
L waited. He'd surely infuriated Misa, but hopefully he'd intrigued Ryuk. If there were a secret he could use to his advantage, Ryuk probably knew it, but it was important to warn Ryuk not to say it in front of Misa, because then Misa might just kill him on the spot.
Then L felt Misa roughly grabbing him and pushing him down onto the floor. She made him lay on his stomach with his legs curled up underneath him, his face pressed to the floor, his knees against his chin, his rear end elevated.
Misa said, "I was going to save this until tomorrow, but you've been very, very naughty. Stay like this. I'll be right back."
L waited on the floor apprehensively, but he was also pleased. There must be something Ryuk could tell him that might shift the advantage to his side. Otherwise, Misa's reaction wouldn't make sense.
Then he felt something touch his shoulder, and a gravely masculine voice said, "Ah, it's boring with just her to talk to, anyway. I know what you want. I might tell it to you if I really feel like it, but I'm not sure if you can use it anyway. You'd probably just run away and get yourself killed. That would end all the fun here."
L said, "Ryuk, is there more of a chance you might tell it to me near the end? Be sure to do it when she can't hear."
Ryuk said, "Don't push me. I'll decide this myself. Besides, it's quite clear I can get the maximum enjoyment by withholding it as long as possible, so you'll need to have a really juicy bribe to convince me to do anything else."
L said, "Are you amused by seeing long-term battles between myself and Kira? Tell me before day twenty-seven or Misa might have already written down my name."
Then L heard Misa's steps approaching, so he whispered, "It might be funnier if she doesn't realize I can hear you."
In a few more moments, L heard the bathroom door open and close. Along with Misa's delicate steps, he heard a sloshing sound. Then she was lifting up the back of his skirt.
L said, "No, Misa, I'm done. We can have sex tomorrow."
He heard her bitter laughter, and she said, "I'm not going to get you off. I'm going to torture you."
Then he felt something hard, like plastic, probing against his entrance. It was slippery with some kind of lubricant. He tried to push against it, keep it from invading him, but Misa pushed it in. It felt odd, wrong. But, it wasn't very large. It didn't hurt, it was just uncomfortable. L settled down a bit. If Misa were going to anally rape him, at least she would use something small. Misa just left the object there, not moving it.
Then Misa said, "What you feel is the nozzle at the end of an enema hose. I've prepared this just for you, it's special. Have you ever heard of a cayenne pepper enema? Some people believe it cures hemorrhoids. Everything I've read about it says it hurts. But, I've added a much larger amount of cayenne pepper than you're supposed to. I wonder what it will do to you?"
L shivered. Momentarily, he was overpowered by a fantasy of attacking Misa and then escaping. He shoved that away. It was pointless. He would just die.
Misa said, "I'm going to open the valve in a few moments. You'll feel an uncomfortable, filling sensation from the liquid going inside you, and it will burn from the cayenne pepper."
He felt cold metal nudging the side of his leg, right at the meatiest part of the calf.
Misa said, "This is a nail gun. If you release before I tell you, I'll shoot you with it."
L quickly calculated. A deep puncture wound would be incredibly painful for days, and there was a high risk of infection, especially if Misa did not care for the wound meticulously. Although, she could be bluffing. He couldn't see if she had a nail gun or not. It was best not to risk it.
Then, he felt it coming inside him. It was the worst thing ever, a horrible, almost unendurable pain soaking deep within him, where things shouldn't go in, and a nauseating pressure that made him want to force it out. He wanted to scream. It felt like he was dying. He'd been wrong. Misa was able to do hard-core torture. L started repeating mathematical formulas out loud. At the very least, it would take his mind off the burning pain eating up his insides. Every part of him was watering. His nose ran and his eyes dripped and sweat was breaking out all over his skin.
It was an eternity of torture that went on and on, burning like acid within, making his body shake as he whimpered and let out a few involuntary cries, with steadily increasing physical pressure building up internally. It was pain every bit as intense as his pleasure earlier had been, an exact counterpoint. He wanted to expel it all so badly, but there was that possibly-imaginary nail gun pressed against his leg, and he didn't dare, he had to hold it in.
Then Misa removed the nozzle and helped him to his feet, saying, "Not yet."
She sat him down on the toilet and said, "Now."
L released, and an incredible quantity of stuff drained out of him, provoking a feeling of sharp, bitter nausea. L was shaking, leaning his head against the wall. He wanted to retch. The pressure was gone, but the burning remained, a trail of fire and acid leading from his entrance to deep within him. He was still whimpering, and no longer repeating mathematical formulas. Even as the jets of water came from underneath and cleaned him, he didn't feel clean. He felt awful and sick. He just wanted to climb into a warm soft bed and spend a couple of days totally alone. He hated Misa, hated her so intensely.
Misa said, "You are filthy."
Then she was pushing him into the shower, using her hands to steer him. L was starting to get a decent spatial map of this place by now, especially the bathroom, where he had wandered under his own direction the most. He shakily leaned against the shower wall, burning inside, sweating outside, his nose running down his face. Misa took off his skirt and then turned on the water. He could feel her bare legs periodically brushing against him as she scrubbed every part of his exposed skin. She used a comb to get cheesecake out of his hair and then washed it. She even shampooed his hair and brushed his teeth.
He just numbly endured it. He had no energy; he was wobbly and weak, continually eaten by the pain inside. Misa was gentle, and her words were kind again. She was praising him and fussing over him. It was a torture technique, one used to mess with the mind. Hurt them and then be nice.
Misa took him out of the shower, sat him on a stool and dried him carefully, keeping at him with the hairdryer until even his straightjacket was dry. L didn't feel clean. He was still sweating, his nose dripping. It hurt so much inside. Then Misa pulled him onto the floor, onto his knees on the hard cold tile. He felt her arms wrapping around him. Tears were streaming from his eyes as she hugged him and told him it would be okay. L didn't know whether he was crying from emotion or from all the cayenne pepper in his system. Misa patted his back and made soothing sounds, like a mother might to a child.
Then, she took him back to his room, strapped him into the metal frame and left him to his own devices most of the rest of the day, just checking in on him a few brief times. She was always so sweet and nice, it made him sick. He drank and drank from his waterer, but he couldn't dispel the sweating and burning and pain. Over the hours, it subsided a bit, but not much. Even when she lay him horizontal for his evening rest, he couldn't sleep. It felt like lots of insects were biting him deep within. He hated being stretched out by being strapped to the metal frame. He wanted to curl into a protective ball so badly. And, most of all, he hated Misa, with a seething, bitter hatred.
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