Hello and welcome to another new story on my profile :) This one is set during Digimon 02, so Matt would be around 15 when this happened ... hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think in a review :)

"Matt, make yourself useful and go get ramen from the store." Matt's father shouted at him from his place in front of the TV. He sighed and stood up from his computer in his room, grabbing some loose change from the bowl in the kitchen before pulling his shoes on and leaving the apartment.

He looked down at his feet as he walked, kicking stones before arriving at the corner store 15 minutes later and walking to the ramen aisle before picking up 12 packets. He walked to the counter and paid the required amount before leaving the store with a plastic bag, sighing as the streetlights barely lit his path home.

He stopped when he heard crying from the alleyway between two shops, his steps faltering when he saw the darkness between the buildings. "H-Hello? Does anyone need help?" He called out and hesitantly walked into the alley. "I'm not going to hurt you." He promised as he got closer to the crying, looking behind a dumpster.

His eyes squinted when all he saw was a record player, the crying coming from the small box and echoing from the walls when he moved a newspaper. An uneasy feeling filled him when he heard heavy footsteps behind him, making him stand up quickly to face a man with combat boots and black clothing blocking the entry to the alley.

The pair stared at each other before Matt took off running the opposite way of the man, paralysed with fear when he saw a chain linked fence blocking his escape path. He had no time to react as he was pushed against the fence, a needle being plunged into the vein of his neck and cool liquid ran through his veins.

The man took a step back and Matt collapsed to the floor, his body not reacting to his commands and only a small whine leaving his mouth when he tried to scream. He tried to fight against the obvious drug in his body as he was lifted into the man's arms bridal style, getting carried out of the alleyway and towards a red car sitting alone on the street.

The man clicked a button on his car keys to unlock the car and opened the trunk, gently placing Matt on the rough carpet and turning him onto his stomach to lock his hands together with zip ties tightly. He turned Matt onto his back and smiled down at him as he brushed his cheek and lips gently, taking a step back to close the trunk of the car with a soft click and walking towards the drivers side.

Matt felt his breath quicken as the car started and began to move. He darted his eyes around the trunk but saw nothing that could help him, struggling to make his body react to his commands and whining in frustration when nothing happened.

He listened to the car's engine hum before more traffic filled his ears, the sound of a police car siren blaring passed them. The car came to a halt three hours later.

Matt had started to feel his body react two hours into the ride and he weakly kicked against the solid metal of the trunk, preparing himself to run when the trunk was opened. He tensed his body when the trunk clicked open and flinched against bright lights of a garage as they assaulted his eyes.

He looked up at the man and glared at him with a clenched jaw. The man had taken off the black jacket to reveal a form fitting red shirt, showing off the obvious six pack he worked towards while the muscles on his arms strained against the material. Matt knew he had no chance against the man any day, even less with his weakened state from the drug and the inability to use his hands.

A door opened from the corner of the room and another man walked in, he was short and thin from what Matt could see and he could fight the man if he needed to. "Who's this?" The new man asked as he approached the car and looked into the trunk. "Wow, he's a looker."

"He went to the crying, left what he bought to go into a dark alley to help a child crying." Matt's abductor stated and the new man looked impressed, a smile crossing his face. "If he works well with kids he could be the new sitter, God knows we need one to give poor Angela a break from the monsters."

"No." Matt mumbled, his voice slurred from the drug.

"I'm afraid you have no choice, 41216. You're here to work for us, do what we need you to do without disobedience or you will be punished. Now, let's get you cleaned up and into bed." The new man ordered and clapped his hands, motioning for the abductor to pick him up.

Matt felt weightless as he was picked up and carried through the garage into a kitchen. He struggled weakly in the hold and looked around as he was carried through corridors and up a flight of stairs before being put onto the floor in the middle of the room.

He rolled onto his back and pushed himself away from the two men in front of him. "Get him cleaned up and into his room D'Jock. I'll send Mal in to help you." The man spared a glance at Matt before leaving the room.

"There's three ways for this kid, you let me do this easily and without a fight. You struggle against what will happen and injure yourself, or we'll give you some more of the drug and you won't be able to do anything." D'Jock stated and looked at Matt for an answer, sighing when he didn't receive one. "We'll try with you like this then."

With lightening speed hands were at the waistband of Matt's jeans and he kicked outwards as they were pulled downwards to reveal his black boxers. "Get off!" Matt mumbled as he struggles as much as he could.

The boxers soon left his hips, leaving him exposed to the room and to the man who's just walked through the doors. "Wow, Sir said he was a looker but I didn't think he was like this."

D'Jock hummed his response as he looked at Matt with his jeans and boxers around his ankles. "Hold him down Mal, he thinks he can get away from this." D'Jock ordered and soon Matt felt the pressure on his shoulders and Mal above him.

His jeans and boxers were removed before D'Jock stood and got a scissors out of the bathroom cupboard, slowly cutting the front of Matt's shirt to expose his chest. "You're thin, no wonder you were easy to carry." D'Jock commented before cutting the shirt sleeves and removing the material from Matt's body so he was completely bare and still bound.

"He's hairless already." Mal commented before standing up, pulling Matt upwards and onto his feet. "Let's get him to his room, I want to go to bed." D'jock nodded and left the room, Mal pushing Matt behind him.

Matt fought as he was pushed down two flights of stairs into the basement, then down another that lead to a brick corridor with iron doors on either side. He struggled harder as D'Jock unlocked a door, sliding it open to reveal a pile of hay in one corner while a bucket was in the other. He dug his heels into the concrete floor but flew forward and fell when Mal pushed him into the cell forcefully.

He looked over his shoulder to see the door closing, plunging him into complete darkness. He whimpered at the lack of light and slowly moved towards the pile of hay. He pushed his back against the wall and lent his head against the rough brick, closing his eyes to stop the angry tears wanting to break from their own cell.

His breath hitched as he tried to stop the sobs leaving his mouth as the situation he was in finally sunk into his mind. He cried silently before exhaustion filled his mind and he slowly entered sleep, hoping that he was in a nightmare and he'd wake up soon.

Sooooo, what ya think? Is this something that you want me to continue? Let me know in a review :)