I nodded, averting my eyes away from him. He pulled on my hair a little more before going back to my neck. He bit and sucked on it, harsher this time. I unintentionally made a sound. I cursed at myself silently, seeing my body's reaction to all this. I bit on my lip, trying to suppress it.

It felt...felt...god, I wasn't even sure if I wasn't liking it in general or because an Espada was doing it to me.

I covered my mouth with the back of my hand, my other hand rested on the cold marble surface. He ended it with a long lick up my neck that gave me shudders. The area stung a little. He stepped away from me, his hand letting go of my scalp. I ran my fingers on my neck, flinching when I touched the area, "What did you just do to me?

"I marked you," he answered, walking out of the bathroom. I quickly got off the sink and walked over to Nnoitra, my hand on my neck. "You what?" I heard him perfectly before. But I just couldn't process what he said. "Marked you to make sure no Arrancar puts their dirty hands on you," he looked over me, "You're my prey. Remember that."

I blinked at him, "Do all Espadas do that, or is it just your weird-ass?" I walked to the door, opening it, "Why don't you just put me on a leash and be done with it?" I mumbled, slamming the door behind me. I sucked on my teeth, "He's pretty darn protective for someone I just met a day ago."

I went back into my room, grabbing the device I threw at the wall earlier. I let the moonlight shined off the blank screen and used it as a mirror. I couldn't see it clearly but there was an obvious mark on the side of my neck. I flinched when I ran my finger over it. I clicked my tongue, rubbing my neck.

That bastard gave me a hickey.

I threw myself onto the couch. Grabbing a cushion and placed it over my face as I proceed to scream at the top of my lungs. I threw the cushion to the wall. I stood up, walking to the small cart that was near the door. The tea set caught my eye. Tea. My hand lifted the elegant china and I examined it.

I quickly placed it back onto the cart, afraid I might drop it. I looked at the little teacup next to it. I squinted my eyes, "I want tea," I mumbled, picking up the teapot. Slowly pouring tea into the teacup. I placed it down gently as the teapot let out a soft clink. I took the teacup and went to the couch.

I raised my eyebrows as I looked at the tea, "Where do they get water?" I sipped tea, "Abarai-Kun told me there isn't water in Hueco Mundo..." I looked at the tea again. It tasted good. Exactly how I liked it. "Then how did they...?" I paused, staring into beige liquid. I placed the cup aside, not trusting where the water came from.

"Eh, that's a really dark spot on your neck," my head snapped to the side, seeing a young male Arrancar with a feminine look. My hand went to my neck, covering the spot. He sat right beside me, "I haven't seen this place in a while," his lavender eyes wandered around the room. He placed his head on both of his hand.

Comparing to the other Espada, he was short. Around 11 centimetres taller than me, which is 161 centimetres. He had black short hair which was styled similar to mine, curly but uneven. The remains of his Hollow mask sits atop the left side of his head. Above his eyebrow was a row of three pink stars.

He looked cute, no denying that.

What made him cuter was his uniform, which had long sleeves, enough to cloak his hands. His shirt had an opening on the left side of his body, right below his arm where he can easily place his Zanpakuto there. Plus, there were two square-ish holes on the bottom portion of his shirt which reveals his left and right abdomens. He finished the look off with a white hakama, black sash, black tabi socks and a pair of low-heeled open-toe shoes.

He placed his hand on my hair, ruffling it, "You're short!" I blinked at him, "You're the shortest out of all the Espadas. So don't talk big," I muttered. He took his hand away, "Oh, the thing talks back," he placed his hand on his chest, eyeing me, "As much as I hated the previous prisoner, at least she was quiet."

"That's too bad," I fixed my hair, running my hand through it. I adjusted my glasses, turning to the Espada, "What do you want?" I asked him, "Are you even allowed to be here?" I placed my hands on my lap.

"You're quite rude for a prisoner," he scoffed, looking away from me, "Aren't you grateful somebody decided to accompany you?"

I sighed, "Sorry," I muttered, rubbing the side of my neck, "Had a bad day."

He leaned to the couch, arms crossed, "Tell me about it," he looked over to me, "It's no fun without Grimmjow around. I don't have anyone to throw my insults to."

I raised my eyebrows, "There are plenty of other Espadas in here," I muttered, "Pretty sure most of them have anger issues."

"But there's only one who's lower than my rank. The rest are above me, which isn't fun," he sighed, "Why didn't Lord Aizen asked you to resurrect the others?"

I shrugged, "I was too afraid to ask," I muttered, "What should I call you? You look like a Charlotte."

"Luppi Antenor, the sixth Espada," his eyes went to my neck, "It's only your second day and you're getting it on with an Espada already. Who was it with? Was it Szayel? He looks like your type."

"Szayel? My type? Are you saying that because we both have glasses?" I scoffed, "As much as I like his pink hair, he chased me around this morning calling me his test subject."

Luppi shrugged, "You two look alike, it's cute."