She looked up at the cold dark skys, the same question echoing through her mind. How long had she been held prisoner here? It felt like years since she was first taken captive in Hueco Mundo, she had almost given up hope. But something inside her, in the depths of her heart, something told her to stay optimistic and that she would soon be rescued. But another voice overpowered that small voice of hope, a stronger voice, killing all optimism as well as any other emotion.

"Give it up woman, you're here for good" the voice said, stronger now.

"Shut up! I know!" Orihime cried. She felt something grab her shoulder and painfully spin her around. A small gasp emerged in her throat, realizing that it wasn't just the voice in her memory, but the terror himself, Grimmjow Jaggerjack.

"What was that, woman?!" he spat, raising an arm to strike her. She put up her arms in an attempt to block the hit. Without further hesitation, he smacked her, causing her to stumble back. Not quite satisfied, he stomped over to her, towering over her.

"I'm sorry" she whispered, curling up against the ground. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up.

"Say it again!" he ordered, referring to the first thing.

"I'm sorry..." she repeated meakly, her trembling arms falling limp to her sides. A smirk spread across his face, clearly satisfied with her fear. He released her, about to walk out the door. She remained where he dropped her, trying to suppress her sobs.
He turned back to her, instantly regretting it. He liked it when she was filled with fear, he liked how vulnerable she became, putting him in a position of power. But he hated it when she cried, almost making him feel regret, making him feel powerless.

"Stop crying woman" he demanded, walking over to her. She looked up at him with reddened eyes. "It's pointless to cry here, nobody really gives a rat's ass" he explained.

"I'm sorry...I find it comforting..." she said, wiping her eyes.

Why the hell is she telling me this? He thought, frozen in confusion. She looked at him curiously, like a monkey on the streets, wondering why he was still there.

"Can I help you...Grimmjow-san?" she inquired. He glared at her, slightly annoyed that she was ruining his train of thought. Perhaps he had glared at her too long because she was beginning to shift nervously under his strong gaze. She felt entranced by his turquoise eyes, slightly squinting in annoyance while trying to read her thoughts. This time was his turn to say something.

"What?!" he snapped. She looked away, slightly blushing, though the slightest bit of color appeared bright in the white cell. "What? You got a fever?" he grunted, roughly shoving his hand onto her forehead.

"I'm fine" she insisted, "hows your new arm working?"

"What the...uh...it's fine" he answered, taken aback by the random question. She looked away, giggling shyly.

"What the hell is with you?!" he snapped. Her giggling rapidly ceasing, she went back to the window.