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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 7: Day Seven
The next day was much the same, with a lot of sleeping and Misa hand-feeding him decent meals at regular intervals. He was really starting to feel like maybe he wasn't dying; his extreme tiredness was transitioning to something more manageable and his nose stopped running and his head didn't throb every single time he raised it. When she fed him, and let him continue to stay in the bed, he felt warm towards her, and he hated himself for it.
The thought of that horrible metal frame haunted his mind. Now that he was free of it, he dreaded going back. But, he was sure he would be strapped there again sooner or later. He tried to push the thought away. Maybe, if he were nice enough to Misa, she would decide that shackles and a straightjacket were enough and let him stay in the bed. Like this, he could even go to the bathroom on his own, and when L was absolutely sure Misa wasn't around, he spent some time hobbling around the place he was in, learning the extent of all the rooms, the placement of the doors and the furniture.
At one door, when he pressed his ear to it and listened, he often heard people passing back and forth, and once he heard something that sounded like wheels on carpet. The snatches of conversation were mostly incoherent, but from the few words he understood through the thick door it did sound like he was in a hotel. Hotel or not, enough people were nearby that screaming for a long time would probably get him out.
Then, late in the day, Misa arrived accompanied by the scent of soup, and L heard Rem's voice. He held very still in the bed and pretended to be asleep.
"Misa," Rem said, "I think this is extremely inadvisable. Why don't you just kill him?"
"He took Light. He took Light away and did that horrible thing to him. Death is too good for L."
Rem said, "I would kill him myself right now, if it wasn't-"
"Shut, up, Rem. I think he's awake."
L stayed still, breathing softly, hoping to hear more, but nothing was said. Light must be nearby, or Rem couldn't be here. L hoped that Misa would bring Light near and Light would say something helpful, but it was really too much to hope for. Misa could have left Light in a car outside or, if this was a hotel, in another room or suite.
Then Misa was shaking him and L pretended to wake up. He ate the soup Misa spoon-fed to him. She was very gentle and dabbed at his lips with something soft every time a drop of soup escaped and dribbled down his chin.
After his meal, he tried to lie down. Exhaustion was overtaking him quickly even though he didn't feel as bad as before. But Misa stopped him.
She said, "I think you're better so we're going to do some things. Rem is here to protect me. If you try to attack me, she'll stop you. I'm going to remove everything except your blindfold. Your straightjacket is filthy and so is the portion of hospital gown underneath it. Showering while wearing it isn't very helpful in cleaning it."
Misa grabbed him then and kissed him roughly. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth. The act gave him a sour, nauseous feeling, made him feel invaded, but he reminded himself how much he needed to live and to receive better treatment, so he returned it vigorously.
Rem said, "Misa, what are you doing?"
Ryuk replied, "Oh, they have sex. It's really disgusting, so I never watch."
Misa broke the kiss and said, "Well, Rem will have to watch today, so I'm protected the entire time and L doesn't try anything."
L said, "Rem, I know I will die if I ever threaten Misa in any way. I won't harm her now or later, even if she lets me go."
Misa said, "Rem is my shinigami. Mine. She loves me and listens to me. You will never be able to get her to help you against my will. From now on, always go through me when you want something from any of the shinigami."
L said, "Misa, I have a lot of money and connections. My talents could prove very useful to you over the long term. If L protects Kira from the police, then who will ever catch Kira?"
Rem said, "Misa, he does have a persuasive argument. Without Light, you need a genius to protect you."
"No, Rem," Misa said, "with two death notes and you, I'm the most powerful person in the world. I don't need to be protected. I can overwhelm any opposition."
Rem said, "I would rather not be used that way unless it is necessary. Misa, you need to think about gathering the proper resources to yourself and learning how to hide. I'm not sure if he is a proper resource, but you need to think about these things at some time."
Misa said, "Well, obviously not now, and not in front of him. He's devious and full of tricks."
With that, Misa climbed on top of L and he felt her hands working at various buckles, and the straightjacket was coming loose. L thought about what he'd heard. Rem wanted to protect Misa, but was reluctant to act. What was it that limited Rem's actions? Rem loved one human, so perhaps she loved humans in general. Rem might be reluctant to take lives. Still, if that were the case, why would Rem ally herself with those who killed so many humans?
Then the straightjacket was coming off altogether, and L felt an immense relief in his arms and entire upper torso. His muscles had been much stiffer and sorer than he'd thought. With the bindings gone, he was able to feel the full impact of having his arms pinned like that for so long. He gingerly stretched and moved, each movement provoking discoveries of more hidden pain.
Misa's fingers were still nimbly roaming over his figure, now pulling away the tattered remains of the hospital gown. L felt cold air on his bare chest. He was vulnerable, over-stimulated, sensitive. He began rubbing his arms and chest, bringing on strange feelings. It felt as if blood was running into regions where it hadn't been for a week. More than ever, L wanted to lie down, wrap up in a blanket, and just go back to sleep.
But he felt Misa pulling his skirt off, and supposed she wanted sex. He was naked now except for the shackles and the blindfold. Then he heard the clink of metal against metal and a little snick-snick-snick sound, a key turning in a lock, and the shackles fell off as well. Would it help to get on Misa's good side if he made the first move, or would it be better to wait and be quiet?
Before he could decide, Misa was pulling him to his feet and leading him toward the bathroom.
L said, "Won't Light see us?"
"Light is one floor down from here. He's completely knocked out with sleeping pills. You two are never going to talk."
L said, "You've removed everything else. Will you take off my blindfold?"
"I'll take off your blindfold," Misa said, "five minutes before Light dies. I want to make you watch him die. What do you think about that? You are responsible, after all. It's just you watching yourself murder him."
L said nothing, but continued to let Misa lead him to the bathroom. He pretended to be confused about the layout of the place, hiding that he knew his location until he felt the bathroom tiles under his feet.
L said, "Am I going to take a shower?"
"No. I need to get you really clean. We're going to take a bath. And, when you get out, I'll dress you in a nice new clean straightjacket."
With that, Misa helped him into a tub and made him lie down. Then she turned on a showerhead somewhere above and adjusted the spray until L could feel it hitting most of his body. Then L felt a wet cloth or sponge, thick with suds, rubbing against his leg.
He said, "I can do that."
"No! I don't want you moving around. Pretend you're still in the straightjacket."
L settled down and let her scrub. He wanted to be moving around. His arms ached for it. But, it was important to not disobey Misa. He'd already been pushing it by talking to Rem as he had. He didn't dare bring up the subject of the bribery account. Misa had the information to access it, and she would or would not according to her own volition. If he said anything, she might start suspecting it was a trap. It might even be that it would only spring after his death, if Misa waited that long to access the money.
Misa let the shower run on him and continued to scrub everywhere. It was more like a lie-down shower than a bath, as the tub wasn't filling. The plug must not be in.
After a time, Misa said, "I'm going to remove your blindfold and wash your face. Keep your eyes closed or there will be more torture than I'm already planning."
L kept his eyes tightly closed as he felt Misa undoing the straps behind his head that kept the blindfold on. His entire face being exposed to the air felt very weird, just as his chest being exposed earlier had. He had gotten very used to being in Misa's restraints. Misa gently scrubbed his face, being careful not to get soap in his eyes. It felt wonderful, and very intimate. Gratitude was surging within him again, and he was almost too tired and sick to squelch it this time.
Then she washed his hair, brushed his teeth, and put the blindfold back on. That was about the time L felt the tub beginning to fill. Before it was half-full, he felt Misa climbing into the tub with him. He instinctively flinched back from her, then tried to force himself to relax.
It was difficult, though. Without the straightjacket, he was getting more skin-to-skin contact than usual as she molded herself to his body. It felt too vulnerable, too stimulating. She was getting quite far into his personal space, and all her sliding little movements were incredibly arousing. She didn't even have to start fondling him; he was hard within moments of when her wet, naked breasts settled onto his chest.
The warm water sloshed around as she moved, and the steam hung in the air, making it thick. In any other circumstances, the scene would be very languid and relaxing. But, L felt a lurking danger. There was a poisonous feeling to Misa. L shivered as she adjusted her body and her naked belly rubbed against his hard-on. He didn't know what to do. Should he use his arms, or not? Touching her would be exciting, and would help forge the emotional connection that might save his life and spare him some torture, but, earlier, Misa had told him to pretend he was still wearing a straightjacket. Was that command current?
"Misa, can I touch you?"
"Yes."
L reached out then, and ran his hands over her slender form. She was as slightly built as he was, but considerably shorter. She fit what was in demand for female models. She was twenty, but looked fifteen or sixteen. She could easily model cutesy clothing for women who wanted to pretend to be younger than they actually were. Her flesh was soft and had delicate curves in all the right places.
Touching her felt icky and arousing all at once. L hoped Misa would start fucking him soon, to relieve his burning need and get it over with. He didn't want to be stuck in foreplay for a long time, enduring all his conflicting feelings. His fingers roamed over her back, stroking gently, and she snuggled into him. He waited for her to impale herself. He knew he couldn't be on top this time. He was still feeling too weak and ill to do so much work.
Misa continued to snuggle into him, so he rubbed back against her. His erection was swollen and ungainly, prodding against her leg and stomach. The water resistance pulled at it with every movement, filling him with maddening sensations. He was so tired, exhausted enough that being highly aroused was draining his remaining strength. He wanted it to be over with, but as he pet Misa and cuddled her, she just kept snuggling into his body, making no move to transition to the actual sex.
L was feeling nauseous, from the warm sloshing water and being so ill and Misa rubbing herself all over him like she owned him. He felt like he might retch, and maybe that would be good because then Misa would believe he was really sick and perhaps she'd let him go back to bed and sleep. But, it was more important to get on her good side, and puking on her during foreplay wouldn't lead to nice romantic associations for her. No, now that his hands were free for once, he had to make a good impression on her. He rubbed her back and squeezed her sides and hugged her for several more minutes, noting that her breathing was speeding up gradually.
When he thought the time was right, he said, "Oh, Misa, you feel so good," and she made little purring murmurs in reply, sounding quite pleased.
He reached out with his lips then, thankful she'd brushed his teeth recently, and drew her into a gentle kiss, gradually working at her with rhythmic movements, trying to read her body with his hands to tell what she liked, repeating those successful actions and building his performance. The kissing made his nausea spike, but he endured it. In some ways, kissing was more intimate than sex. It was easier to have sex with someone you hated than to have a nice, passionate kiss. With kissing, he could make Misa believe in him.
He catalogued her little gasps, her rate of breathing, the way she pressed against him and rubbed, using it all as fodder for his analysis. Then, when he thought the time was exactly perfect, he nipped gently at her lower lip, pulling at it with his teeth, opening her mouth, and then slowly sliding his tongue inside. This was the worst part of it, so he conjured up an intense fantasy that he was licking out the last bit of ice cream from a dish instead of kissing Misa. His nausea began fading as a result of his growing arousal. His erection was almost painful, throbbing and straining, needing to be itched and rubbed. But he ignored it and did his best to eat out Misa's warm, sloppy mouth.
She responded enthusiastically, so he reached down with one hand and began playing idly between her legs, pulling gently at various folds, stroking, zeroing in on the clitoris with some fingers, circling it gently but insistently, while other fingers located her entrance and traced its outline, not going inside but teasing, working her into a greater state of arousal. Before long she was panting and whining and trying to push down onto his fingers, so he slipped two inside and rubbed hard, plunging in again and again.
Then Misa took the initiative and positioned his engorged cock at her entrance and began sliding down onto it. L gasped, throwing his head back. He wanted to thrust up into her hard and fast but he was so drained and tired, and he only managed a few weak movements. Still, he kept one hand at her clitoris, rubbing it, teasing it. Misa's muscles were hard and straining as she slowly drove herself down onto him several times. L felt himself losing control as that instinctual pleasure began seeping into his brain once more, pushing out his thoughts, making him a creature of actions and responses, a beast of lust.
L groaned and wriggled helplessly under Misa as her mouth came down to claim his and her vagina pumped at him slowly and continuously. Now she was the aggressive one, having her way with him. He let her do as she wanted, attacking him, stripping him of his human qualities, making him into a moaning, lustful, obedient mess.
Misa broke the kiss but continued to slide slowly up and down on his shaft, building up the heavy, thick, electric feeling within him so gradually it was almost a torment.
In a very smug voice, she said, "Perhaps there has never been a prisoner in the history of the world as thoroughly owned as you are right now. I could kill you whenever I please, in whatever way I pleased, and I could write down anything for you to do or to feel as you died. I could control you so completely; your thoughts, your actions, the pain in your body."
L did not like the way this train of thought was going, but he didn't think anything he could say would make it any better. It might just draw her attention to it more.
He said, "Yes, Misa."
And he continued to moan and gasp and rub his fingers at her clit while she pumped him full of such sinful pleasure, so wrong and dirty.
Misa said, "I own you, L. You must do anything I say."
She stroked her hands down his sides possessively.
"I own this body. Tell me I do."
"Yes, Misa. You own my body."
Misa grabbed a nipple and pinched it, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure at once through his system. Her attention to his penis was still just slow movements, rubbing up and down, full of building tension. It was so slippery and tight inside her.
Misa said, "I can give you pleasure. I can make you come. I will make you come inside me. Tell me what I'll make you do."
"Misa, you'll make me come inside you. I won't have a choice."
"Yessssss," Misa purred.
L was starting to feel nauseous again, but something about their dirty talk was also turning him on. It was sick and awful, but it was so raw and direct, unabashedly erotic. He was more sensitive and engorged than ever. Misa was physically teasing him to such heights of arousal with her slow movements that he could already tell he was going to come hard, helplessly losing himself in his feelings.
Misa took his free hand and placed it on her belly as she continued to plunge up and down, making the water slosh, making L tremble with need in his very core.
Misa said, "And, what's going to happen after you come inside me? Say it."
"My semen will go into you, and make you pregnant."
"Yes," Misa said, using her hand to rub his hand in circles on her belly, "it will go inside here, and start a baby, and I'll become rounder and bigger. I might even let you live long enough to see me swelling up."
Misa dipped her head down then, and right in his ear, she said, "Yes, I'll get so big and round with our baby inside me. And... it will... it will be your fault... for coming inside me... ah!"
And then Misa was plunging on to him faster, and her internal muscles spasmed as she let out a little shriek, her thrusts pausing as her muscles tried to twitch in every direction at once and her body trembled in place. L was insane with need, and he used her pause to grab her hips and thrust up into her repeatedly. All the long-building tension was coming to a head, a line of fire moving through his penis and into her with a relentless force. He let out a deep masculine yell as he felt his orgasm slamming into him, spurting what felt like an enormous amount of cum into Misa. His climax was hard and vicious and took a lot out of him, leaving him weak, trembling and feeling slightly sicker than when he had started the bath.
As he shivered there in the bath, and she withdrew, and intimately rinsed him free of sweat, he thought it was over then, that he would be allowed to rest. He felt numb, and exhausted, drained of every last bit of his strength. He let her dry him off and blow-dry his hair and put him in a t-shirt and a skirt and a nice new straightjacket that smelled so clean and fresh, and then the shackles came back on. While Misa was putting on the straightjacket, he tried to imperceptivity puff himself up with air so that he might be able to get out of the straightjacket later if he really put effort into it. When she was done dressing him, he tried to amble off in the direction of the bed, but she grabbed him and steered him another direction, toward the room where she had left him strapped to that metal frame for so long.
He tried to pretend he didn't know where she was going; he didn't want to give away that he knew the layout of the rooms, but when he felt her trying to put him into the metal frame he slumped away from her, falling heavily to the floor.
"No," he said, ashamed to hear a begging tone in his voice.
He couldn't face that thing again. Not yet. He wanted a bed so badly. How had Misa lasted fifty days?
He said, "Misa, I'm still sick, and I've been very good. Please let me sleep in a bed one more night. What do you want? Should I lick you just the way you like?"
Misa pulled him up and slapped his face hard, leaving one cheek stinging fiercely. Then she did the same to the other cheek.
She said, "Oh, do you think it's all fucking and no torture? You never let me stay in a bed for two days when you had me locked up. Well, you're barely ill at all any more. And, I've got some new torture I've been saving up. I had to special order something that was hard to get."
Misa pushed L into the metal frame and, with a sense of panic and finality, he felt the straps fastening him in. Right then, he wished he would have puked on her in the bathtub. Then she would know he was sick and...
No, he was thinking too much about his short-term comfort. The captivity was wearing him down too much. He needed to focus on larger issues, on making Misa happy and surviving and getting that critical secret that Rem and Ryuk surely knew. He remembered then, that Rem had supposedly been watching the entire sexual encounter, because he couldn't be trusted with his arms free and legs unshackled, and he was glad of the blindfold. He wouldn't want to see that face hovering over him while he had sex.
Misa was gone, and when she came back, she placed the frame horizontal, explaining that it would be very painful and she didn't want him to thrash so hard he knocked the whole thing over.
Then she was pressing something to his leg. It felt like a sheet of paper.
Misa said, "L, can you guess what this is? Can you guess what I'm going to do to you?"
He said, "Paper cuts?"
"No. This is a plastic cup, and I've got the open end pressed against your leg, but some paper is across the opening, protecting you from them."
L heard a tiny little sound then, almost like a fly, and he thought he knew what Misa had.
Misa said, "I'm going to shake the cup and make them angry, then I'll pull the paper away. They will only be able to get you, not me."
L felt the plastic cup shaking against his leg, and an angry buzzing. He tensed, and then the paper was whisked away and it felt like four red-hot needles were inserted into his leg. He cried out and tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. It kept burning, a horrible acid-like pain.
Misa said, "It looks like all of them stung you. They will die without their stings. Now they're safe for me."
The plastic cup was removed, and a minute later, Misa was back with another one. The entire time, the stings hurt horribly, a long-term lingering pain that didn't seem like it would get better any time soon. It was like the cayenne pepper enema, but on the outside. L concentrated hard, trying to fold himself deep within his mind. If he wasn't so tired, it would be easier, but it took so much effort to block out the pain, draining him even more.
Each time the bees stung him, it completely undid his work at trying to ignore the pain. He thrashed and yelled and tried to jerk away. He became aware after a time that he was crying very softly, quiet little breathy sobs and tears running very slowly down his face.
Then he begged. He said, "Please, Misa. No more. Please take the bees away. Please don't hurt me."
It was a constant chant of pleading he kept up, while Misa went through two more cycles of letting him be stung. Then he heard her counting.
At the end, she said, "Twenty-seven stings! They all look so red and round. Does it hurt when I touch them?"
And then she was running her hands across them, sending shocks of pain through L's system.
L said, "It hurts. You've hurt me, Misa."
"Yes," she said, "I hurt you, didn't I?"
"Yes, you hurt me and made me cry."
She came close them, so close he could feel her breath on his face, inhaling its warm girly scent. Misa tickled his chin in a playful way.
Then, she left and came back with ointment and bandages. She fussed over him, cooing and calling him a poor baby and talking about how sorry she was she had to hurt him. The ointment cooled the stings a bit, but not much. It was a constant, throbbing, burning pain. He wanted to curl into a ball and cry by himself, not have Misa attending to him with her fake concern.
Just before Misa left, she came right up to his ear and whispered in it, "I've been thinking about how to make you die. What do you think about public masturbation, ending with you cutting off your own penis and eating it?"
Then he heard her quick steps walking away and the door closed.
A moment later, Ryuk's voice said, "I think you really pissed her off. Well, I guess you've got twenty days before she might write down your name. And then twenty-three days of suffering before she finally offs you."
L said, "Do you feel like telling me that secret now? If I run out of time, there won't be any more game for you to watch."
"Oh, I think I'll wait and see. Humans are most interesting when they're backed into a corner and have to create their own plans."
For the first time, L began thinking about the possibility of killing himself before Misa got a chance to. If all his plans failed... it might be best to end it cleanly and deny her the satisfaction.
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