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Danny's POV

I'm cold. So damn cold. My hands are freezing, but my wrists are burning. The position I'm in is highly uncomfortable so I keep shifting. The shifting makes the ropes burn into my wrists. They're bleeding by now. I feel the blood run down my hands slowly. The place I'm in is humid so it makes everything even colder.

A few minutes ago I ticked Deuce off so he kicked the chair I'm on. Now I'm lying on the ice cold concrete on my right side. It hurts so much. My right side is all bruised up and it hurts more than I can stand. I've promised myself not to cry so I won't. I won't cry. Never. My friends wouldn't want me to cry. They'd want me to be strong. Their love holds me upright.

My mind needs distractions so I count seconds while Deuce is out of the room. He left exactly 651 seconds ago. I've been stuck in this place for 3 days now. Three days have passed since I saw a puppy. A cute, little puppy. I had ran over to pet it but someone pressed chloroform in my face when I did so. Now I am here. It's unbearable. Deuce would leave for very long amounts of time and leave me with nothing to eat for 24 hours. I don't know if it's day or night.

When Deuce would enter, he'd make sure to mark his arrival by wounding me. I've got 12 bruises. He has entered 12 times. The first 4 bruises are caused by a firm beating the very first day. The other 8 were caused each time he'd enter. The second day he entered 4 times. Only once with food for me. The other three times he just took pictures to send to the boys. The third day, today, he entered another 4 times. He still hadn't brought me food. I'm starving.

As a distraction I relive memories. A memory from when I first joined the band. I was so young and adorable. The guys were so friendly and lovely to me. When Deuce got kicked out, they were moving on as a band with only 5 pieces. They weren't even looking for a new member but it was J-Dog who told me I had a beautiful voice. He told me I should let the others hear me sing so I did. They were so lovely. Johnny praised my voice, told me it was the voice of an angel. Charlie made some sarcastic, dark humor joke but I know he loves me. Funny Man wolf whistled when I sung. It made me blush deeply.

I've always felt special around the Mexican. It was just the way he acted. He was so… flossy. I have no other word for it. He's flossy and it makes me nervous. My mind goes fuzzy whenever he jokes around and grabs my waist or swings his arm around my shoulders. It's silly but I love his friendly gestures. Now that I'm going to die, I think of the things I regret. I regret not taking the chance to get to know Da Kurlzz better. Sure, I know him but we aren't as close as I am with J-Dog, Johnny, Charlie and Funny Man. Da Kurlzz is rather silent to me. It's like we know each other but we don't really talk much. I regret that. I bet we would've been a power duo. I really don't get why Deuce has abducted me. I've always shown respect towards him. The others hate him but I've always respected him. He made one album for the band and got it signed along with the other 5 so I can't hate him. He's still part of the songs we sing on stage. He still lives in Swan Songs. I couldn't hate him therefore. Still he hates my guts and kidnapped me. Why? Why me? What did I ever do wrong? The door slowly opens and I feel my left side shiver because it's bare and unwounded. Deuce is going to wound my left side. I feel it. He struts towards me. I know because he took off my blindfold on the second day. "Time to eat, little pet."

Little pet, it's his nickname for me. He shove a bowl of dog food towards me. He locks the door of the giant hall behind him and undoes the ropes which bound my legs to the chair. My wrists are still tied but I can move them away from the chair to stand upright. Though he won't let me stand. He wants me to sit on my knees and eat like an actual dog. With my ass in the air. It makes me feel watched. His prying eyes never leave my body. It's like he's scanning me all the time. He checks me out and I hate it. He doesn't even find it necessary to do it in discretion. He just bluntly leans away from the table to check out my butt.

Today seems different though. I lean over towards the bowl of food and still he looks at me. He scans his eyes from my upper body towards my butt and legs. He watches the blood on my wrists. "I can see why J-Dog would like you. You're quite the hot one and I can imagine you hear that a lot."

I don't answer him. I don't want to so he just continues talking. "Is J-Dog the seme or the uke in your relationship?"

It makes me jolt upright and stop eating. "What?"

"You heard me."

I shut my mouth and look at him with my sparkling brown eyes. He can't resist them. I know it because he had to blindfold me in order to be able to beat me up. Deuce gets off the table and leans down in front of me. "I was so happy with Jay. We were so in love. Then you came around and I just felt our love boat sink. You're more handsome than me. You're cuter than me. You're sweeter than me and you sing better than me. Why wouldn't J-Dog want you? I felt him slip away from me as soon as you entered the bus."

Suddenly I feel bad. I feel bad for Deuce so I do something I thought I wouldn't. I'm honest with him and I apologize. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to steal him. I didn't steal him. He loved you and I… I'm into Funny Man, not into J-Dog."

Deuce's eyes don't shift one bit. They remain sad with a pinch of vengeance to them. It's all I can see through that mask. He cups my chin in his hand. "You're a good liar. I almost believed you. You did do something with J-Dog. Sure, you can be into Funny Man but there was something between you and Jay."

I turn away and eat more until the bowl is empty. Deuce is still looking at me. His eyes burn harder into me than the ropes ever could. He sits down on the cold concrete. "Are you done?"

I nod and he pulls me into his lap. I immediately feel uncomfortable as he does it. He's taller than me but I'm much broader. I would've been able to push him away if I had eaten like a normal human but I'm weakened by the long days without food. I'm starving after all.

Deuce caresses my back softly. It sooths me but it unnerves me. Why is he being so kind? What is he planning or thinking? He moves his hand down to my hurt wrists and makes an unhappy sound. "You've been restless, haven't you? Your wrists are all hurt."

He makes me lean against his chest and I feel strange. What the fuck is going on? Deuce rests one hand on my inner thigh. "You've made your beautiful wrists bleed. You're so handsome and it's such a pity to stain your beauty."

My hair stands upright. "Though now that I've seen the blood on your wrists, I can't help but feel a certain thrill when I see your beauty being stained. I never thought I'd sink this low but I can't help myself. I want it."

He rubs my inner thigh and I have a nasty feeling what he wants so badly. He wants to stain me now, doesn't he? He wants to hurt me where it'll always be remembered. A spot so intimate I won't be able to 'unstain' it. Deuce's eyes glisten with mischief. He tightens his grip and I start to struggle. He's able to overpower me, just because I haven't eaten enough so I've got no energy! He lays me down on my back and keeps me pressed down. I kick and trash but it takes so much energy out of me. I can't keep it up. He's too strong. He's going to… I don't want it. I don't want to be taken by him. I want… What I want doesn't matter to him. He's just going to take it and I have to deal with it. "Deuce, no! please!"

I beg but he doesn't budge. He doesn't care if I want it or not. He wants it and it's the perfect way to take revenge. He wants to scar me and my fellow bandmates. He wants to… I can't say it. It burns in my mind. He wants to rape me. My mind tries to escape the scene as he continues. I can't even fight back anymore. He's able to do whatever he likes. I just stare off to the ceiling and hope it'll be over soon. I promised myself not to cry but I can't help it. The tears leak down my face as I feel him enter me. I've been stained where it can't be erased. It's over.

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