Sebastian woke up to his hair being stroked gently and a plate piled high with toast and fruits being shoved under his nose. He lifted his head with a groan to see the man who bought him, the man who tortured him and left him there all night. Everything in the room was left the same expect for the green comforter had been taken off the bed sometime while Sebastian had been sleeping. He wondered how long he'd been out but his thoughts were interrupted by his body. His shoulders ached as did the rest of him, but his shoulders the most.

"There is my little whore. Good morning Sebby, I brought you breakfast." Jim's cheery disposition did nothing for Sebastian's headache. He grunted and looked away. "Just some toast, and pineapple to make your come taste better. Open wide."

"Let me feed myself." Sebastian shook the ropes, begging to be release but Jim just laughed and held out a piece of pineapple. "Let me feed myself please." Sebastian's stomach gurgled. The fruit smelled sickly sweet, it'd probably burn his chapped lips, but the bright yellow fruit was appealing all the same.

Jim dragged the fruit across Sebastian's lips teasingly, allowing the juices to run down the teen's chin after stinging his chapped lips. "Open up." Slowly Sebastian did as he was told and the food was slid carefully into his lips, fingers helping to push it farther then lingering. "Go on, eat it." Jim's finger was still in his mouth, resting lightly on the top of his tongue but he swallowed around it which seemed to make Jim giggle with glee. The rest of the food was given to him in the same manner; even the bread got torn apart and fed to him in small bits. As much as he wished he could say he hated it, he couldn't. His stomach growled and begged for more as the empty plate was taken back to the dresser despite having just eaten.

"Thank you…" Sebastian whispered, half-hoping Jim didn't catch it.

"Of course baby."

The teen blushed at the pet name and licked his lips. "Is there anymore?" His hopes were crushed by Jim's snicker and he felt his stomach growl yet again.

"A little piggy aren't you? Acting like you've never eaten before, don't worry, you're in my care now and I'll make sure you're fed." Jim had his back turned to Sebastian the whole time he spoke. It was obvious he wasn't getting more fruit, he wasn't sure what he was doing but he hadn't been expecting the man to turn around with the knife that had been pressed against his throat the night before.

Sebastian swallowed hard past the fear balling up in his throat. Jim wouldn't kill him. He didn't know the man, but he wouldn't kill him. "I don't like knives."

"I like knives and you are here to please me. Where should I start?" The man asked, trailing the tip down Sebastian's stomach, the boy lashed out, bucking and scooting away on his knees frantically. "Ah-ah-ah, such a naughty thing." Jim stepped away and yanked on the end of the rope, pulling Sebastian's knees off the bed again and causing him to swing forward on his already sore muscles. "You stay right there, now, where I should start."

Sebastian whimpered as he watched the tip of the knife drag across his pecs, down to his hips and criss cross his thighs, never enough pressure to cut. When the knife finally did break skin on his right side, spilling his bright red blood across his leg he had to look away. The pain wasn't all that bad, it stung and tingled as air hit it but it wasn't so bad. Jim kept muttering about how pretty he looked, tan skin covered in deep red blood, and he made an identical cut on the other side.

That seemed to be the last of the controlled marks.

Jim went wild, knife slashing across Sebastian's thighs with ease, then across his pecs and arms. Sebastian was like a pure canvas just waiting for him to mar. Each flat surface opened an endless array of possibilities. Sharp jabs that left shallow but flowing holes, long gashes that left Sebastian mewling and squirming in the other direction, quick drawls across the whore's back and thighs crossing and weaving streams of blood flowing down to the white linens. "Tell me how it feels."

"Hur-urts!"

"Good."

"Stop! Please!"

Sebastian earned himself a deep slash across his stomach and Jim leaned in close to the whimpering teen. "Who do you belong to?"

"No one! Let me go!" Tears were hanging from the blond's eye lashes and his chest was heaving in fear. The knife was shoved into his thigh right above his knee and he screamed. "Please! I'll behave, learned my lesson!"

"Who do you belong to, whore." The words were harsher than anything the man had said the whole weekend. Sebastian didn't know what he wanted so he just looked away and waited for the worst. With a snarl the knife was brought up to his pecs and he could feel the skin splitting apart. It was more planned than the other cuts, one line starting where another ended but it also burned more and Sebastian found himself pleading and closing his eyes against it. Once finished Jim took a step back and smiled. "Who do you belong to?"

"Please…"

"Tell me!"

"I don't know sir…" Sebastian let out a scream as the knife pulled across his nose and blood pooled into his open mouth. He spit and started shaking because his chest was heaving so fast trying to hold in sobs that threatened to spill forth.

"You'll learn." Jim snapped and tossed the knife so that it stuck in the wall behind Sebastian, missing him but barely. The boy gulped and opened his eyes slowly. "You thirsty?" Jim's voice was calm again, almost as if he hadn't been ready to kill seconds ago, but Sebastian's racing heart remembered. Still, he nodded and happily drained the water offered to him.

He was allowed to catch his breath, arms not lowered but nothing happening to his pain-ridden body. Blood was caked onto every crevice of his body. His nose had stopped bleeding along with some of the smaller gashes, but they still stung though and every time he stretched he could feel the skin split further. He just wanted to sleep.

Jim turned around after a few minutes, holding in one hand a riding crop and in the other a small Bic lighter. Sebastian couldn't help but gulp. "Pick one."

"What?"

"I despise repeating myself dear."

Sebastian's eyes went wide and he looked between the two torture devices. He was used to burns. Burns were localized while the whip could crash anywhere across his broken flesh. "The lig-ght-ghter." Jim gave it an appraising look then set the whip back on the dresser.

"Good choice." Jim flicked the flame on and watched it intensely as did Sebastian. "Have you ever been burned before?"

"Yea-"

Jim smiled and let go of the thumb pad, putting out the flame then pressed it against Sebastian's inner thigh. The teen jolted backward and cursed as the sweet smell of brunt hair filled the room. When Jim clicked on the flame again Sebastian was already scooting backwards and crying. The hot metal got pressed to the inside of his thighs, to his lower abdomen and across his chest. Each time it pressed it gave off a sizzling noise and left a pink mark that looked like a one-eyed smiley face.

It didn't matter how far Sebastian jumped back, the lighter still made contact with his skin. It was when he moved the most that there would be light pink burns blistered into the yellow wounds and made him snivel. "Oh honey, the noises you are making." He just wanted it to be over. The realization he still had a one more day with the sick bastard made him start to sob in earnest. Jim reached down to pull at his balls and giggled.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Sebastian stuttered, twisting his sore arms away from the man.

"I should make these the Crown jewels." He said before pulling them as far as he could away from his body then letting them slap back against Sebastian's arse. The teen was sniffling, trying to regain composure over his aching body. His shoulders felt like they were burning right along with the rest of his skin and it was a struggle to keep himself propped up on his toes to keep from putting more weight on them than needed.

Jim turned around with a silver wire shaped into a small crown that had a long end so Jim could hold it and a new lighter. The flame had started to flicker out on the other one. "Do you plan on having kids Sebastian?"

"Oh god. Oh god. No, please don't!"

"No? Well that's a good answer then. I haven't done this before, might fuck it up." Jim giggled and twirled the shaped wire easily between his fingers. "But I rarely mess up anything tiger, don't fear." Sebastian's bottom lip was quivering and he was giving the best puppy eyes he could as his thighs pulled close together in hopes of hiding his junk. Jim just slapped his thigh and told him to stop, reaching between his legs to play with his balls again. The man pulled out a rubber band from his pocket and wrapped it around the base of the boy's balls so the skin was pulled tight. "This is going to hurt." Sebastian pleaded for him to stop, he twisted on his ties, yanking his arms painfully every time. Jim held the flame to the tip of the poker until it started to glow red, by that time Sebastian had stilled, he had a feeling that if his movements fucked up the little crown James would just redo it until he liked it or ran out of space.

"Take a deep breath and hold it, try not to scream" Jim commanded once he flicked off the flame and moved so he could get a good angle. Sebastian tried, but his breathing just picked up and he started to hyperventilate as the thin, red metal got closer. When it was pressed into his skin he screamed. He couldn't help it. The skin there was so sensitive and everything just seemed to go white with pain.

He didn't know when he had stopped screaming but when he opened his eyes his thighs were covered in ice water and Jim was watching him thoughtfully.

"You make an awful lot of noise."

"You branded my nuts." Sebastian snapped, groaning when it made his chest move and caused the cuts to start throbbing again. Jim nodded his agreement and walked closer.

"I was just wondering if Severin was a little noise maker too." Sebastian's face went white. "I bet he is, probably even louder since he always had big brother to take care of everything for him. Wonder how loud he'd scream after a couple of-"

Sebastian kicked off the end of the bed, his blue eyes glowing and mouth pulled into a snarl. He didn't even make it two inches from the bed before he gave a loud scream and crumpled, tears pouring down his cheeks, toes hanging above the floor barely brushing the carpet and arms twisted the wrong direction. He looked like a marionette just hanging there swinging back and forth.

"Now tiger, that was so very dumb." Jim pushed him towards the bed and let the ropes down a smidgen. "See what you did to yourself." Sebastian was crying silently and didn't have the strength to fight off the older man. He was going to die. He was going to be left under the bed to be found by the next patron, he had been so stupid. So stupid. "I had something fun planned for you but it'll probably just hurt you now." Jim's voice was uncharacteristically sweet and caring. "But that was your fault baby, daddy didn't want to hurt you." The teen didn't care anymore.

"Can I go home please…"

Jim tutted at him and kissed his lips gently. He reached to the side and bought up a giant dildo, at least twice as thick as a normal dick and long enough to look skinny. Sebastian's breath caught in his throat once more. He couldn't take that. Not after everything. It was going to hurt so damn much. He just wanted to go to sleep. He just wanted to eat. "It's pretty huh, look at you staring. I could tell you were a size queen."

The dildo was placed under Sebastian's rectum and he was told to hold it still with his feet then bounce on it. Lube was smeared up in his rectum but no other help was given. "Well, go on." Sebastian couldn't pull his legs up with his arms without screaming, his stomach was growling and stinging but he managed to get it angled under his arse and started to sit down on it, keening as it pushed open his rectum and tore open his arse. There was nothing he could do to make the drop easier so he just plopped down and screeched as blood seeped down his thigh.

"Now up."

"I-I can't."

"Use your arms tiger." The boy whimpered but did as he was told, pulling up on the dislocated joints but only making it up a few inches before he was screaming and had to let go. Everything hurt. It hurt so bad. "Are you really this useless? I don't have time for such useless pets." Jim reached in his trouser pocket and pulled out a small hand gun and pressed it to Sebastian's temple. "Try again."

Sebastian was bawling, sobs wracking his chest. He couldn't do it, he just couldn't. He swallowed hard and tried once again to lift himself off the fake prick jammed up his arse. He barely moved that time. Slumped over himself he started pleading pathetically. He promised to pay Jim back, promised his life, to try again later, to make it better but the man just cocked the gun and pressed it against the boys temple harder. Panicked for his life Sebastian made a desperate attempt to lift himself up and despite the throbbing and shocks of pain that felt like everything in his shoulders and chest were being torn from his body he managed to bounce twice, both sad little humps but a bounce none the less then flopped forward. He was going to die. It was so funny. He was going to fucking die.

"What are you laughing at? I have no use for a broken pet." The trigger was pulled and Sebastian took a deep breath waiting for the pain to end. That's what happened when people died, the pain ended. He was in so much pain, he felt so sorry for Rin. He failed him. Maybe there was a heaven and he'd get to see his brother again and explain that he had tried.

The end never came, just a hollow click and slowly the teen opened his eyes to peer up at his captor. The gun was empty. Fucking empty. Laughter shook the teen's chest and he couldn't stop. It had been fucking empty. Tears rolled silently down his cheeks as he cackled madly to the sight of Jim's bored face. Empty.

He didn't remember falling asleep.

When Sebastian woke up he was in a warm bath that smelt soft like rose petals. His cuts were sewed up and all the blood was washed away. It must have been washed away before he got in the bath because the water was still clear. His shoulders were back in place, he could tell because he could move them. Slowly he sat up, grunting at the movement.

"Ah-ah-ah baby, lay back. I'm taking care of you."

"James?" Sebastian asked, swallowing down his pride and leaning back to let the man pour warm water across his chest. The man smiled down at him and nodded before pressing his soft lips to the teen's. Sebastian was washed off, helped out of the tub and wrapped in a thick fluffy towel that definitely wasn't the hotel's. He was brought to the bed that had been changed. It was soft to his wounded back and he smiled to himself.

"Are you hungry dear?" Sebastian nodded enthusiastically even though he was still trying to process this shift. He didn't think he had died. In death he didn't think his body would still ache the way it did, he didn't think he'd still have those vile words written across his chest or the cuts that resembled a jagged JM. "What do you want?"

"Gummy worms and beer." Jim gave him a disgusted look as he texted something on his phone. "And, and I want my money…"

Jim chuckled and patted the boy's thigh gently, everything about him now was gentle. "You will get your money, you will also find that they found the real rapist and Severin is off the hook. They have a DNA link to the criminal and an eye witness." Sebastian's eyes went wide as he processed the information.

"How."

"The DI's a friend."

"Thank you." Sebastian let out a sigh of relief and let himself relax back in the bed. He'd cry later over the generosity Jim showed. He'd get to keep Rin close, they wouldn't be separated and they'd get money. He could get them winter coats.

"But my gifts can be taken away just as easily as they were dealt." Sebastian whimpered and looked up to Jim's face that had suddenly gone dark. He was flipping through pictures on his phone and turned it so Sebastian could see. It was a photo of Rin, he was eating a hamburger with a group of soccer mates. He looked happy and almost exactly like Sebastian but his hair was a little darker and his jaw a tad narrower. "He's a looker. It'd be a shame for him to get locked up, or used." Sebastian didn't react at that anymore, just nodded. "The reaction to you was priceless." The picture of Rin was flicked away and text messages from faceless names flashed across the screen of the smart phone. 'God I want a bottle of his blood.' 'Is his arse still tight?' 'Is he a screamer?'… 'How much?' Sebastian looked up at James waiting for the disgusting slide show to end. "Imagine if they knew there were two of you. But you, and your brother, will be safe under my protection."

"What do I have to do?"

"You are mine, when I come get you, you will come willingly without a scene and you may never say no. Or else." Jim's finger's brushed away the wet blond hair that was sticking to the teen's forehead. "And only mine."

"I get money and Rin is safe?"

"Of course my Tiger."

"Okay." Sebastian said quickly. Jim had been kind enough to clean him up after hurting him, he'd kept his promise to give him money and he was offering him more than he could ever wish for. He was like a sick fairy god father. "I'll do it."

"Very good, ma petite putain." Jim kissed him and Sebastian kissed back for the first time. "Yes, ma petite putainn."

"What's that mean?" The teen asked and Jim just smiled.