Alrighty readers, unfortunately, this is the last chapter...

But I worked pretty hard on it, I would say, so I really hope you enjoy it.

Don't forget to review!

---I eat your criticism for breakfast :D

"Do not stray from Lord Aizen's orders, Grimmjow," Ulquiorra warned.

"Yeah whatever. Get over yourself," Grimmjow winked at Ulquiorra.

"Trash," Ulquiorra mumbled under his breath.

"W-Wait...Not again! Back off!" Ichigo struggled in his chains, seeing Grimmjow starting to undress.

"Cool it, Soul Reaper. From what I was told, you did this before," Grimmjow smirked.

"Don't you dare touch me!" Ichigo struggled more.

"You cannot escape," Ulquiorra said, beside him.

Ulquiorra was making Ichigo sit up on his knees as Grimmjow leaned close, half naked.

"Get out of my face!" Ichigo threatened. Grimmjow punched him again in the stomach.

"You're not in the position to be giving me orders, Soul Reaper!" he laughed again.

Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo's chin, eyeing him. The grin on his face disgusted Ichigo. Ulquiorra had taken off his own shirt and pulled off Ichigo's. Grimmjow pushed a rough kiss onto Ichigo's lips while Ichigo was looking to see what Ulquiorra was doing. Ulquiorra ran his fingers down Ichigo's spine, eyeing his body while Grimmjow dominated his mouth with his tongue. Ulquiorra gave a few kisses on his back while Grimmjow gave a mark of domination on his neck. He felt Ulquiorra back off as Grimmjow stopped sucking on his neck.

"You ready?" the tone in Grimmjow's voice made Ichigo shudder.

...Grimmjow tightly grabbed a fist full of Ichigo's now dirty orange hair and pulled his head down, revealing his hard-on.

"You know what to do, don't ya, Soul Reaper?" Grimmjow hissed.

"G-Get away...No! I won't do this!" Ichigo protested.

Grimmjow gripped Ichigo's hair and pulled. "You probably should, if you know what's good for you." he demanded.

"N-No--!" Ichigo was going to scream and protest more, but Grimmjow forced his head down. He felt Ulquiorra taking off the rest of Ichigo's clothes, ripping his pants off like before.

"You should suck me off soon, or else we'll have to go to the hardcore stuff faster." Grimmjow warned.

Grimmjow felt Ichigo shake his head 'no'. He rolled his eyes and forced Ichigo to put his entire length down his throat.

"You're gunna choke if you don't start doin' somethin'. " Grimmjow advised.

What else could he do? He wasn't able to pull his head away, and Grimmjow was right; If he didn't do anything, he wouldn't let him move his head which would cause him to choke. Swallowing his pride, he starts to suck an lick on Grimmjow. Grimmjow let out a sigh of pleasure.

"That's it Soul Reaper..."

He felt slippery fingers circling his entrance. He shivered at the touch. Ulquiorra's cold fingers became colder with the saliva on them. "Harder," Grimmjow demanded. He had to obey, and sucked on Grimmjow more. He realized that his head had been bobbing up and down unconsciously. "Haa..." he stopped when he felt Ulquiorra enter a finger. Grimmjow pulled on his hair again.

"Ignore him. You need to pay attention to me," Grimmjow yanked his hair again.

He didn't do anything for a moment, but that was the sign for Ulquiorra to insert another finger, then another. He licked at Grimmjow's tip and sucked on him while Ulquiorra slowly pumped his fingers in and out. Ichigo gripped the bed sheets at the unpleasant feeling. Grimmjow suddenly pushed his head down again, making him deep throat. As Ulquiorra took out his fingers, Ichigo could feel that Grimmjow was about to cum, and his grip released on his hair. He took him out of his mouth, but Grimmjow came on Ichigo's face. "Ugh...D-Disgusting..." Ichigo thought, the warm fluid dripping off his chin. When Ichigo opened his eyes, he saw Ulquiorra, clothed, standing by Gin. Gin nodded to him and Ulquiorra left the room.

"Wh-whats going on...?" Ichigo was confused.

"I get to have fun with you now," Grimmjow laughed. "Ulquiorra isn't here to keep me under control," he winked at him.

Before Ichigo could protest, Grimmjow elbowed him in the face. Blood from his nose mixed the cum. Grimmjow took the chains off him and pushed him against the wall. Grimmjow looked to Gin.

"Go ahead," Gin allowed.

Grimmjow pressed Ichigo hard against the wall, poking at him with his still stiff member.

"You're not gunna be too happy...After this, I'm still gunna beat the shit out of you," Grimmjow let out a dark laugh.

Ichigo tried to push him off but he was pushed harder into the wall. Grimmjow wrapped his arms around Ichigo, restraining him before he entered him. Ichigo released a groan of pain as he started to thrust quickly in and out. Grimmjow clawed at Ichigo's chest, letting blood slide down his stomach. Ichigo clawed at the walls, with nowhere to run or hide. He wanted to beat Grimmjow, but he didn't have the strength or courage to do it anyway. While biting Ichigo's neck, Grimmjow made one last, hard thrust into him, releasing his seed deep inside. Ichigo winced in pain. Grimmjow laughed slightly as he pulled out.

"Turn around." Ichigo stayed against the wall, ignoring him as small tears escaped his eyes.

"Turn around!" Grimmjow kicked him, making him fall to the floor.

"I should finish my fun before Ulquiorra and Aizen come back," he laughed, kicking him over and over.

Grimmjow could hear the footsteps. He grabbed Ichigo by the neck and pulled him up, pushing him against the wall. He kneed Ichigo in the stomach and threw him back on the ground.

"I wouldn't usually do this. I want to fight you at your best. But, when will this chance ever happen again?" he kicked him once more before walking away.

Ichigo sat there, coughing up blood, holding his ribs. They felt broken. Every part of him did. His pride, courage, and hope, all gone. Aizen walked into the room when Grimmjow was dressed again. Gin left, bowing slightly to Aizen, and Grimmjow left after.

"Do you want to go home?" Aizen asked. Ichigo just looked at him through his eyes that were beginning to bruise.

"I'm sure you do... Don't worry. When you wake up again, you'll be with your loving friends."

"W-Why...would you do this...?" Ichigo managed to choke out.

"Why wouldn't I?" Aizen laughed.

While Aizen, continued to talk, Ichigo's mind and senses started to fade. The next thing he knew, he had passed out...

Ichigo awoke to bright lights. His eyes fluttered open because of the brightness, and when he regained his senses, he saw Rukia, Orihime, Renji, Yoruichi, and his other friends crowded around the hospital bed he was in.

"Kurosaki-kun! Are you alright?" Orihime asked, extremely worried.

"What happened to you?" Yoruichi asked.

"I...I can't remember..." Ichigo lied. Orihime had a grip on his hand.

"Well, I guess what really matters is that you're alive... We have you back." Rukia said. Ichigo barely nodded to her.

"You should get some rest," Yoruichi told him. "We'll worry about details later."

"Yeah..." he whispered.

"Don't worry Kurosaki-kun, it'll be O.K.," Orihime carefully hugged him.

Is it O.K.? Will everything be alright? He couldn't even imagine the future right now. Aching all over, in so much pain. He was even still shaking a little from fear. Is he safe for now? Only time would tell. All he could do was hope he would get better soon. Hope he will get back to normal. Traumatized. "Dear God, let everything be alright," he prayed. Exhaustion was taking him again. "I will win, next time...I swear...it..." Ichigo fell into a deep sleep again...

"Goodnight, Kurosaki-kun," Orihime told him, rubbing his forehead.