Piedmon's Fear

Piedmon was bored. Ever since he had been thrown in prison, there was nothing for him to do. The Digidestined had grown up and moved on since his defeat. Sighing, he rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes, thinking of Angewomon. He hadn't noticed but she was beautiful. She looked like a warrioress whenever she fought. Piedmon was so lost in thought he didn't notice two wards enter his cell. "Well, hello-" he didn't finish when something was put over his nose and mouth. His muffled screams soon brought him unconscious. His body ached and his eyelids were heavy. Slowly, Piedmon opened his eyes and found himself sitting in a chair, hands and legs tied to it. Fear pooling in his stomach, he tried to break free but couldn't. Through the horror and panic he felt someone's prescence in the room. The two wards stepped out of the shadows and walked toward him. "W-what's going on?" asked Piedmon fearfully. "L-l-l-let me go." The ward leaned over him and grabbed his chin, tilting his head up. "We can't let you go. We're going to make you pay for what you did to the DigiWorld." Piedmon didn't saying anything before he was thrusted into. He screamed loudly in pain, trying to break free and escape. "LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" he yelled. The pain stopped and when Piedmon thought his captors were gone but his mouth is gagged with duct tape. "Your ours now," the wards whispered evily and exited. Piedmon lowered his head and silently began to cry. Piedmon had been trapped for two weeks now, being locked up and raped like this. He didn't stop hoping someone, Angewomon, would find him and save him then it would all be over. But nobody came. He lowered his head and silently cried again. Angewomon wanted to know what was going on. She heard the Piedmon had been abducted from his prison cell two weeks ago. Flying toward the old house she entered stealthly and found the room she was looking for. She gasped at what she saw. Piedmon was tied to a chair, gagged with duct tape and bleeding. She approached him, making him look up. Piedmon's eyes grew wide with fear. "MPH! MPH!" he cried into his gag. Angewomon gently ungagged and untied him, hugging him close. "It's ok, it's me. I came to save you," she said soothingly to him. Piedmon hugged her and they teleported away to her home. Kari, now twelve years old, saw Angewomon carrying Piedmon in her arms. "What happened to him?" she asked. "Piedmon was kidnapped and tortured and I saved him." Piedmon looked up and whispered, "Thanks." Angewomon smiled and kissed him on his cheek, making him blush. Piedmon would recover with help, even though he wouldn't be the same clown Digimon again. At least he had two friends that would help him recover and move on.