Farid stirred slowly. A groan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered open. He looked around him. He was surronding by castle ruins. How did I get here? He asked himself, but of course there was no answer.

He tried to get up, but his hands were tied. His legs were tethered to a large rock.

"Dustfinger? Dustfinger!?"He called out desperately, but there was no reply. "Dustfinger!?"

There was a tutting sound behind him. "Missing your fire eater all ready?" Farid jumped, and looked up. Basta stood over him, chewing on one of his mint leaves. The horrible memory of last night flooded back to him.

He spat out the remains of his mint. Farid gave him a dirty and said. "You are truly disgusting!"

The tall man laughed. "I shouldn't have taken out that bandana of yours"

He walked around him, as if he were examaning a horse to buy. Farids eyes never left him.

"So what do you intend to do with me?"

"Come now Farid, you wouldn't want me to ruin the suprise"He sneered at him.

"Then tell me why I'm here then!"

"Guess"

Farid glared at Basta. He wouldn't play his game. He crouched down infront of him and stroked his cheek. The boy couldn't help shuddering and shying away.

He laughed.

"You are my toy"

"I'm you're what!?"

"My toy, little arab"

Farid tried to recoil from him, but only met stone.

"What fun I'm going to have with you!"

He rose and began to walk into the trees.

"Oh and another thing, don't try and call for your precious Dustfinger, because he won't come"

"He will come!"Farid called after him, angrily. "Just wait and see!"

But if only he knew that for sure.

Farid had fallen asleep after a while. He had tried to bite his way through the rope that bound his legs, but it was far too thick. Basta didn't return at all that day, though he knew he was watching him.

There would be no were else for him to go, and there would be no point either. He had nothing to eat, so tried to eat the grass. It didn't go aswell as he had planned. Farid wondered how horses could eat it so easily, whilest trying to pull some with his teeth.

After managing to get a bit of nourishment from the grass, he couldn't remember anything else. Farid felt some one haul him to his feet, though he was barely conscious.

"Ummmmm?"

The person shook him. He opened his eyes and saw Basta's face. He let out a yell of shock. Basta smirked. He grabbed Farids shirt, and ripped it off, making him gasp. He immediately began shiver as the coldness of evening pressed upon his naked arms and chest. The man dragged Farid to a long rock, were he put his arms around it.

This was all too familiar.

Farid turned his head around and to his horror he saw in Basta's hand none other, than a whip.

"Oh god, not again"He groaned quietly, resting his head agaisnt the rock.

The thieves used to do this to him, along with many other things he'd long to forget. When he found Dustfinger, he thought this would never happen again. He thought he'd be safe.

Well, screw that Idea then!Farid thought to him self, feeling more helpless than ever.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the blow. And it came. Although he was prepared for it, a gasp still escaped his lips. Basta struck again, making Farid wince.

"This isn't your style Basta"The boy sneered, trying to distract him self early.

"And CRACK what CRACK exactly CRACK is CRACK my CRACK style CRACK little CRACK arab?"

"Cutting up peoples faces with that damned knife of yours"He panted.

He could feel his warm blood trickle down his back.

"Ahh yes... but you see he deserved it"

"And do I deserve this?"

He didn't answer.

"Do I?!"He yelled. "Or are you just jealous of Dustfinger again?"

He didn't whip Farid again, which is what he had expected him to do. Instead, he walked towards Farid.

"He doesn't care about you"He whispered in his ear.

Oh great. Verbal torture now!Farid thought exasperatedly, though he didn't dare say it aloud.

"He does"

"Then why hasn't he found you?"

"It's only been a day, give him a chance!"

"But if your so important to him, he probably would have started searching last night"

"How do you know he hasn't?"

"It isn't likely"

"You don't know that! You don't even know Dustfinger!"

He was falling in to the trap. The trap of doubt. He was being dragged into it and there was nothing he could to save himself.

"I know him more than you do, believe me"

Basta began to walk around the boy, whilst he struggled to stand. The pain in his back were causing his legs tremble.

"You just follow him around, he never wanted you and he never will"

Farid gritted his teeth and tried to ignore Basta's voice biting into him.

"You love him. He makes you feel safe, he makes you feel as if you matter. But it's just a game. He doesn't care about you and he never will"

"You don't know that! He does care about me!"

He laughed. "No matter how many times you say it, it won't make it true"

Cracked the whip on to the boy's already bleeding back. Oh please just stop!Farid begged silently. The whip lashed him again, and this time, his legs completely gave way.

He tried to stand, but his body shook so terribly, that after the first attempt he gave up. Basta dropped the whip and walked over to Farid, lifting by his bound hands.

"I think that's enough for today"He said, softly.

He threw him into a corner, making Farid yell.

"Night, night, my little arab"And, he strolled back into the forest, as if he owned the world.

Tears welled up in Farid's eyes, and he curled up into a ball, and began to sob into his knees. There was no escape, not a single chance of it. All he could cling on to now was a tiny ray of hope. But he didn't know what Basta would have in store for him next.

Oh Dustfinger, please come. Don't let him hurt me any more.

A/N Well, I hope you enjoyed my seccond chapter! Thanks for a ll the reviews! Glad to know you like it.