**Chapter 7: Captivity and Cruelty**

The darkness closed in around Misa like a shroud, suffocating her as she struggled to free herself from the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles. She had been walking home from Light's place, lost in thought, when she was ambushed and dragged to this forsaken place. The air was thick with the stench of decay and rot, and Misa's stomach churned with fear as she realized she was at the mercy of her captor. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she saw that she was in some kind of dingy, run-down warehouse. The walls were cracked and crumbling, and the only light came from a faint moonbeam that filtered through a grimy window high above her head. Misa's gaze darted around the room, searching for any sign of escape, but she was alone. Or so she thought. A figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes glinting with cruelty as he approached her. Misa's heart sank as she saw the look of sadistic pleasure on his face, and she knew she was in grave danger. "So, you're Light's little plaything, huh?" the man sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I've heard a lot about you, Misa. You're quite the celebrity in certain circles." Misa tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat. She was trembling with fear, and her mind was racing with worst-case scenarios. The man chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Don't be shy, Misa. I want to hear all about your little games with Light. What do you do for him? What secrets do you keep?" Misa shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her mind. She knew she had to keep her wits about her if she was going to survive this ordeal. "I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, trying to sound brave. The man laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, come on, Misa. I think you do. And I'm willing to bet that you're not as tough as you think you are." He reached out and grasped her chin, his fingers digging deep into her skin. Misa winced in pain as he twisted her face up to his. "You're going to tell me everything I want to know, Misa," he hissed, his breath hot against her skin. "Or else." Misa's eyes widened as he let go of her chin and stepped back, revealing a group of rough-looking men standing behind him. They were leering at her, their eyes filled with lust and cruelty. "If you don't cooperate, I'll let my staff have their way with you," the man sneered, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "You'll be passed around like a toy, and no one will ever find you." Misa's blood ran cold as she realized the true extent of her captor's intentions. She was trapped, and she had to think fast if she was going to survive. The man smiled, as if reading her thoughts. "Don't worry, Misa. You'll have plenty of time to think. And I'm sure you'll come to your senses eventually." He turned to one of his men, a burly brute with a cruel grin. "Take her to the cellar," he ordered. "And make sure she's...comfortable." The man dragged Misa away, throwing her into a damp, dingy cellar that reeked of mold and decay. Misa was left alone, her mind racing with fear and despair. But she knew she couldn't give up. Not yet. She had to hold on to hope, no matter how small it seemed. And she had to find a way to escape, no matter what it took.