It was dark in her prison.

Well that was not entirely true. A minute amount of moonlight shone through the arched window above, while the slitted door behind her, beams of light coming from the torches cast a faint glow as they flickered with the wind. The cell itself was mostly empty with only the barest necessities (A bed, carpet, chair, and a bathroom) and nothing for the poor girl to keep her mind off her captivity.

There was something about this alien place that was unhealthy for the soul (especially for someone as kind and optimistic as Orhime). It was like she was a plant kept from away from sunlight, slowly withering away…

Orihime Inoue felt like a mouse with a cat's paw over her body. She was constantly afraid of what was going to happen next. With all these strange heartless men and women surrounding her in this brutal, kindless land, and no friends or even humanity around, Orihime definitely felt alone. None of the Esapda cared about her, and Aizen was just using her for her powers.

Orihime hated it here, and a small part of her regretted not being strong enough to fight Ulquiorra. That made her feel even worse. She was betraying her friends by having these thoughts, just like when she was jealous of Rukia and Ichigo's friendship. But was she also betraying them by helping Aizen? Aizen intended to destroy everything she cared, and Orihime was helping him.

What kind of horrible person was she? She had done this to protect everyone she cared about, and now she was having second thoughts? No. It didn't matter how miserable she felt, if her friends were safe that's all that matters.

There weren't any guards outside her cell. Aizen, no Aizen-sama was probably sure that she wouldn't try to escape or attack. All she had was the sound of silence.

After Aizen-sama had made her heal Grimmjow, she was taken to her cell. She was silent the whole way, her usual energetic peppy self, missing from her body language. An hour later Ulquiorra came back with new clothes. They were exactly like the other Arrancars clothes.

When she asked why she was given them, Ulquiorra said that she belonged to them, so she had to do as they said. When the fourth Espada left, Orihime cried, and showed tears that she wouldn't have even dared to show to the Hollows. She still put on them on, afraid of what would happen if she didn't.

That had been a few hours ago. No one had come to visit her since.

Just then the door opened, showering her with light. Orihime was temporarily blinded as she got used to the light again. As she rubbed her eyes, she saw the visage of an all too familiar figure.

"Woman." The fourth Espada calmly and emotionlessly spoke to her just like he did when she first met. He seemed to be that way to everyone. "Aizen-sama wishes to have a word with you."

The poor girl felt a tinge of pity for the hollow. She didn't want to know what it was like to have such a horrible view on the world…

"Woman don't make me ask again." His tone of voice was dull, but the threat was obvious without it having to be raised any higher.

Orihime got up and followed Ulquiorra out the door. As she went into the hallway, her mind wandered to every conceivable worst case scenario.

Experiments…

Starvation…

Being left alone with the creepy smiley Espada…

She must have daydreamed through the entire walk, as the next thing she remembered was she appeared in the middle of Aizen's throne room. The man himself sat crosslegged with some kind of giant twenty-sided die in his right hand. His sword was lying across his lap, his left hand holding the blade itself. Right beneath him stood two young arrancar bowing before her.

"Aivirrne san, Mallia san. Please leave the room."

"But Aizen-sama-"

"If you're worried about protection, I think Ulquiorra-san is more than sufficient." Loly and Menoly reluctantly left, but not before Loly shot Orihime a hateful glare.

"Greetings Inoue-san." Aizen's eyes twinkled with delight. "I hope you're enjoying your stay".

"Yes, Aizen-sama, everything is very hospitable." Orihime felt a bit digusted by saying that, but one wrong move could…

"Ulquiorra- san, please raise your Reiatsu as much as you can without destroying the room."

"Yes, Aizen-sama."

Orihime felt the room shake violently, as if there was an earthquake, as her mind shook with fear…

… But didn't notice how she easily weathered through it…

"Interesting. I think if I had the other three do that, I still would have the same results. Inoue-san."

"Yes Aizen-sama."

"How would you like to stay here forever?"

Orihime shook with fear, her mouth stuttering out nonsense as she fell to her knees. She didn't want to stay her! She wouldn't to try new foods, try one of every donut at the shop, She wanted to go into space, she wanted to spend more time with Tatsuki and Rukia…

She wanted to be with Ichigo.

But she couldn't say any of this. So after all the hesitation, so in the end she had to reply.

"Yes, Aizen-sama."

"Are you sure? You seem really close with Ichigo Kurosaki and his friends."

"N-no there's… No place I-I'd rather be… I want to serve Aizen-sama…"

Aizen grinned. "Good. Inoue-san do you know what I'm holding in my right hand?"

"N-no."

"This Inoue-san." Aizen hesitated before finishing the sentence. "Separates the boundaries between Shinigami and Hollow. And it also work's on humans."

Orihime got up and tried running out the room, only to be caught by the Quarto sword. She tried to struggle, and wiggle out of his arms but was instead teleported right in front of Aizen, as she was brought to her knee's.

"I thought you wanted to stay here forever? Have you really gotten tired of my hospitality so easily?"

"No! Please don't do it! I'll do anything you want, just don't do this!" Orihime begged, screamed and begged some more but her words fell on death ears as the heartless man prepared the Hogyoku. Moisture fell down her legs as she continued to struggle…

The orb glowed, and suddenly a hole was opened in her chest, and white completely enveloped her face. Orihime could feel herself choke and gag as her death mask smothered the poor girls face. She felt parts of her body get bigger, she screams get more and more distorted, as her memories started to fade to black.

Her last thoughts were of her friends.

Tatsuki…

Sado-Kun…

Ishida-kun…

Kurosaki-kun…

The mask then shattered along with everything Orihime was.

The sudden rise of reiastu demolished the throne room, and cover it in smoke. Even Aizen had felt it. From the harsh, deep breathing sounds of a women came sensual moans and mad giggling, as she tore off parts of her clothes to "fit the new her."

When dawn broke, her friends arrived, unware they were too late and that the beloved friend they had come to rescue was long gone.

…

Yeah did anybody else cry a little? I wouldn't blame if you did, I cried more than a little!

Sniffle, sniffle.

Why do I keep putting poor Hime in pain? I swear she's my favorite character, and I keep hurting her!

Well to give you a little background, I had this idea along with Karin's Turn. However, I felt it would have been too dark for me to be able to right competently so I waited off.

And when I was shooting ideas with Draconichero21, he like KT better and thought this was horrifying.

But then I read A Predator Among Us. Honestly check that out after this one, she's a much better writer then me!

So yeah… next update is either Fnam or KT. One of those updates is heartbreaking, the other one's heartwarming. I'm sorry but I can't tell you which is which.