All righty, this is my first Bleach fic ever! Yay!
At least, I hope it's yay. We'll see. ;-)

Anyway, this is my version of Orihime's captivity in Hueco Mundo. Hope you like it.

Chapter 1: A closed open door

Orihime Inoue sat on her knees in her prison cel, with her back towards the window. Her eyes were closed and her hair was gleaming in the never-ending moonlight. She couldn't bear to look at it anymore – the moon. It was always the same, which gave her the deceptive feeling that very little time had passed, though she knew very well that the opposite was true. It has been countless days since she first set foot in Hueco Mundo. Unfortunately it was impossible for her to know exactly how many days, since there was no such a thing as a 'day' here. That had almost driven her mad in the beginning, but now she had somehow accepted it. Though accepting probably wasn't the right word. She had gotten used to, rather. Like one can get used to an awful smell.

Orihime's eyes flew open when she heard the sound of footsteps slowly coming closer. Her heartbeat increased. She fumbled with the fabric of her long white dress and bit on her lower lip. In her head she counted the footsteps.
Seven, eight, nine…
Silence. She looked at the door. It opened and a dark silhouette came into sight. Though the man's face was wrapped in shadows, she knew very well who it was. She could recognize him just by the sound of his footsteps.

The man stepped into the moonlight. The white light made his skin seem even paler and his eyes looked like emeralds more than ever. In his hand he carried a dinner- tray.
"Dinnertime, woman," Ulquiorra spoke with an expressionless voice.

"Y- yes," Orihime said. She hated it that she still couldn't say a word to him without her voice starting to tremble.

Ulquiorra put the tray down in front of her. Her dinner was rice with some unidentifiable brownish matter and a glass of water. Orihime wished she could have some strawberry sauce and ketchup to make the tasteless food more eatable, but she didn't dare to ask.

"Thank you," she said.

Her prison guard nodded and leaned against the wall, just like he always did. It was a routine: he would come in, give her her food, then lean against the wall and watch as she ate it. Orihime didn't know why he did that last thing – probably to make sure would eat it all – but she found it actually pleasant, though she had found it highly uncomfortable at first. It was nice to be not alone for a while.

She ate her food in the usual silence. It wasn't very different from the dinners she ate at home, except from the fact she now had no music to mask the silence. At home she always had music playing. Orihime missed her music almost as much as she missed her friends.

When she had finished her dinner, Ulquiorra picked up the tray again and walked toward the door.

"W- wait, Ulquiorra- sama," Orihime said suddenly.

Her prison guard turned around. For a moment Orihime thought she saw a glimpse of surprise in his eyes, but it disappeared just as fast as it had appeared.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Ummm…" Orihime felt her cheeks burn. She turned her eyes to the floor. She couldn't do it, she couldn't talk to him – she didn't have the guts to do so.
"I- it's nothing, never mind…"
God, I'm such a coward…

Ulquiorra looked at her for a few seconds, before he opened the door and left. He hadn't locked the door – he never did. When Orihime first got here, she had found that very weird. She had wondered whether it was some sort of trap or game: try to run away and see what happens. But soon she had realized that wasn't the case. It was simply not necessary for them to lock the door. They knew she wouldn't run away. And even if she would, she wouldn't come very far. The open door was a sign of their power; the control they had over her.
It was just another way for them to break her spirit.

Orihime listened how the sound of Ulguiorra's footsteps became weaker and weaker, until it faded away completely. She was alone again, with no one to talk to but her own shadow.
Next time I'm going to do it, she thought to herself. Next time I'm going to talk to him.

And that was chapter 1.

If there's anybody out there who wants me to continue, please let me know. ^^

Oh yeah, and I apologize for any grammer mistakes - English is not my first language, but I'm trying my best.