So this chapter isn't actually the real version so to speak. For the sake of fanpop's terms and conditions I'm posting a censored version of the chapter, if あなた want to read the real one, it's on my fanfiction account.
Fair warning this will be a もっと見る explicit chapter. Also gonna be shorter.

"This is all my fault." Darcy winced. "I shouldn't have listened to them. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Maybe あなた were thinking of the gun at your head?" Duman declared.

Icy lifted her hand, willing a sphere of ice into her open palm.

"They say a bullet travels faster than magic. Wanna find out if it's true." Gantlos threatened.

The ball of light faded. "That's right, now. あなた coming with us, または is she?" Ogron asked.

And again Icy thought of Gantlos on 上, ページのトップへ of her. Her chin gripped roughly in his hands, forced to look into his eyes as he proceeded with his task. Was she really going to put herself in that situation again?

Icy felt sick. Light headed. She seemed to sway slightly and prepared herself to fall flat on the ground. “What’s it going to be? You’re truly testing my patience.” Gantlos growled.

“Can’t we just take them both?” Ogron asked. “I get the dark witch, あなた get the ice witch.”

“Fine. あなた can have me. But she’s getting in Duman’s car and he’s driving her ホーム first.” Icy muttered. After all, she was already filthy. Darcy on the other hand actually had something to lose.

Gantlos smirked. “You heard the bitch, Duman, take the other one home.” He turned to Icy. “And you…well my dear, we’re going to have some もっと見る fun. If I remember right, we didn’t get to finish last time.”

Icy scowled. “You bastard.”

“As feisty as ever.” Gantlos chuckled. He grabbed a handful of Icy’s hair and shoved her inside, just as Duman pulled away.

Gantlos shoved her to the bed. And with help from the other two, once again had her tied up. This time to the bedposts. And it began, once again. She lie there, just as exposed as the first time. This time he didn’t hesitated, he went right right ahead. Icy cried out in pain.

And with the pain came a surge of anger. Not just anger—utter blinding rage. With something of a new found strength, she kneed him in the stomach. Hard. She wouldn’t let him do it, not again. She froze the bindings and then Ogron.

“What the Hell do あなた think you’re doing!?” Gantlos shouted.

“You’re death isn’t going to be so fake this time.” Icy hissed as she shattered both the bindings and the other man.

"Shit!" Gantlos yelled.

"You can't have me." Icy snarled, landing a 迅速, スウィフト blow on his cheek. She would make him suffer for everything. She punched him again. And again. At the fifth パンチ he attempted to fight back.

"No, this time あなた get to be the victim." Icy spat, and with those words she froze his right hand solid. "You won't touch me ever again." She growled and slammed her foot down on his hand.

"You sure about that?" He asked.

The last thing she saw was his face. The bullet met her heart. She had time to put her hand to the bleeding gunshot wound before she fell to the floor.