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Warning: This story contains graphic descriptions of rape and torture.
I do not own anything in this story other than the character Lucca. All other characters and places belong to Riot Games.
All he could hear was his own screaming, and agonizing shrieks. His mind was numb barely conscious of what was happening to him. It had already been 3 weeks since he was captured... No abducted by these people. The 18-year-old lay on the floor in a pool of his blood mixed with vomit. It was clear to the young man that he no longer had free will, his captors made it clear that he was just their "toy." These people had taken everything from him, they took his voice, his mobility, and his will. Pain seared throughout every remaining nerve cell in his broken body. Beating, branding, whipping, cutting had all become familiar sensations to the young man, despite the familiarity these torturous activities that did not change the fact that they inflicted mass amounts of pain as well as permanent scars. Just when the young man thought it was over for the day a sharp pain erupted in his rear as one of his captors forcefully entered him. The young man shrieked as his assailant abused him and used him. Eyes rolling back from the sheer amount of pain he was experiencing the young man slowly felt himself losing conscious, but this only made matters worse, for he knew when he was to wake up again it would be the same story over and over. The man hated every moment of his miserable existence, he tried to refuse food as to die of starvation. Yet, his captors refused to let the man die, they gave Lucca the bare minimum to ensure he stays alive. The assaulters loved to show Lucca images of himself broken to pieces being used as a plaything a mere tool to be used whenever. As he lost concessions Lucca thought, "Why, why me of all people. Then again no one should experience this. Someone, please help me, just make it stop." As if his subconscious wanted to torment him further, a familiar face was brought out from memory. It was his best friend, his stern gaze and seemingly permanent scowl melted into a gentle and warm smile. Tears began to well up in Lucca's eyes for the last time he saw his best friend was when they were arguing, it was cold and bitter. "I'm sorry Darius..."