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Light awoke to the cold, a blindfold over his eyes and a gag stuffed into his mouth. The unmistakable taste of blood flooded his tongue, mixing with the starchy bite of the cloth. He didn’t have to see to know where he was. It was where he had spent all of the time since he had been convicted of the crime of being Kira. Truthfully, he wondered why he was still alive. L had vowed to kill him once he had finally unearthed the truth, but still Light sat in the bottom of this solitary confinement cell, wasting away into practically nothing. Ryuk had lost interest, but was drawing out his life unbearably thin. He had simply stated, ‘It’s not time yet.’
Stupid Shinigami. If it were up to Light, he would have already taken his own life. But he couldn’t speak, not with the stupid gag in his mouth. So he couldn’t command Ryuk to kill him. Not only that, but he kept getting regular visits from the most unimaginable individual. And it drove Light absolutely insane.
A familiar clang sounded from his door, and he felt his anger boil inside of him. It was him, again. What a surprise. Light tried to shift his tongue, but only tasted blood again. Oh yes, he had tried to attack him. His lip and tongue had bled for quite a while after a swift kick to the face. But it was strange how much Light wanted it to happen again. It was the first human contact he had had in so long. The little opening on his door had been opened, and the gruff voice of a guard filtered in through the silence.
“Light, you have a visitor. Are you going to be good this time?”
He laughed from behind his gag, but slowly he bobbed his head up and down. Even though he hated him with a burning passion, more than he could ever explain, it was the only human contact he could have. And so went about the necessary movements for a visit. The guard came in and administered a muscle relaxer into Light’s arm, quickly making him limp and unable to move. All of his muscles-or, what was left of them-felt like they had turned into gelatin. Slowly the guard removed the restraints from his feet, and the chains to his handcuffs that connected to the wall. Light felt himself be picked up by Bryan; the burly and rather intimidating guard that was in charge of the solitary ward. Light could feel himself become more and more tense, not in body, but in mind. Each second that ticked by brought him closer to seeing him again.
Gently Light was placed in a hard, plastic chair, and his blindfold and gag were finally removed. Instantly the bright sun filtering through the windows caused him to hiss and close his eyes again. Pain throbbed behind his eyes, but eventually he got used to the light. Just a couple yards away, sitting crouched in a chair just opposite of Light, sat L, the detective that had brought him down. Again anger gripped Light, but he stayed quiet. He could barely sit up, let alone start a heated argument with this asshole. ‘I must look pretty pathetic right now; just what he wanted all along.’ Light thought bitterly. And he was right. His hair was terribly overgrown and to his shoulders, and he was only allowed a shower twice a week, which was nowhere near enough. Showers were something he didn’t look forward to either. Lukewarm water and having one arm handcuffed to the wall was not something he liked repeating. Because of the muscle relaxer, he didn’t have to wear a straightjacket, but his clothing was still worn from many rewashes and wearing. With eyes full of disgust and hate, Light met his eyes to the man’s he hated so much.
“Hello, Light. So, tell me, how are you doing?”
His tone was mocking. As if to say, ‘I’ve won, and look at where you are now.’ Light smiled, his glazed eyes dragging slowly over Ryuzaki’s face. He wanted to spring up and smash him across the face, just like he had done on one of their stupid dates with Misa; if you could even call them dates. Quietly he replied, with a sharp bite to his voice.
“Oh, you know, as well as one can when they’re deprived of a decent life.”
L laughed softly to himself and took a sip of coffee from the cup in front of him.
“You know you brought this on yourself Light. You did the crime, and now it is time for the punishment.”
A sharp, hollow tone poisoned L’s voice. Slowly he rose from his chair, and he walked over to Light, grabbing his jaw with an iron grip and looking deep into his eyes. A feeling crept deep within Light’s stomach. Was that…fear? Again Ryuzaki spoke, more vigorously this time.
“It’s time for you to pay, and I’m going to take pleasure in your suffering.”
Light opened his mouth to reply, but L instantly had the gag back around his mouth, silencing him. Yes, it was fear that had gripped his body. He tried to move, but got nothing more than a feeble twitching of his fingers. This brought a smile to L’s face. It was exactly what he wanted.
With one fluid movement, L slid Light off of his chair and onto the floor, quickly gripping the top of his pants and practically ripping them off. With his bare ass exposed to the air, Light’s pale skin broke out into goosebumps. He couldn’t move, and he couldn’t scream for help. They were all alone, and Light was about to get the punishment of his life.