Well, would you look at that? I kept my promise of uploading two chapters today. Honestly, it's the least I can do, since I'm not sure when the next time I'm going to be able to update is. Probably during Christmas break. That's only like a week away, I think that's reasonable. Lol idk, it's up to you guys to tell me this stuff. I'm also thinking of a Christmas Cargan or Kogan one-shot, possibly, hmm. Well, anyway. This chapter is really, extremely deep; and by that, I mean, it has some very strong sexual abuse in it. Again, I will advise you to not read this if you can't handle rape stories. I don't want any angry reviews, lol. Once again, I didn't proofread. I'm actually about to go work on another chapter of Dreams of You right now, so I kinda want to finish that up before atleast 9AM, and it's 6AM now, so, lol. Well, enough with my annoying, long author notes. I wanna dedicate this chapter to the makers of Diet Coke, for helping me stay away. I love you all! Enjoy!

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The boys sat whispering furiously and trying to find a way out of this, until the door finally opened once more.

"Did ya miss me?" The man asked, smiling a disgusting, sickening smile. The boys remained quiet, refusing to look anywhere but the floor. "So I've made my decision." The man's voice boomed loudly, commanding the attention of all four of the young boys sitting on the floor. He walked over to Logan, whom shied away from the man. "Don't be so scared, boy. I'll be gentle with ya." He ran his fingers along Logan's cheek again, making tears come to the small boy's eyes. "What's your name?" He asked, grabbing Logan and pulling him up by his shoulder.

"L-Logan," Logan stuttered, shaking like a baby. He knew what was going to happen to him. He was going to get shot. This man was going to shoot him for fun. He knows it. He turned around to his friends, and the moment he met each of their eyes, he knew they understood. They knew it was going to happen too.

"Wait," Carlos said, before the man could take Logan away. "Take me. Please. I was the one who got them into this. It's not their fault."

"Well, ya see, tiny," The man said, stepping behind Logan to untie the rope from his hands. "That's not how it works in here. Ya gotta wait your turn."

"But-"

"Hey, ya saw what I did to your friend eyebrows over there. I don't wanna have ta' do the same to ya. I actually like ya the most."

"Then why take Logan? Take me."
"What did I just say?" The man stepped closer to Carlos, obviously getting angry. Carlos nodded his head sadly, understanding that there was nothing he could do. The man smirked at him before walking back over to Logan, whom was shaking in fear. As the man started to walk away, Carlos took a deep breath before speaking.

"Logan," He said, as the man stopped once more, his nostrils flaring in annoyance.

"Yeah?" Logan said, turning around as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"I love you…" He said, watching as Logan's eyebrows knit in confusion. The man pushed Logan into walking again, and in a few seconds, the door was closed, and the two were gone. Carlos put his head on his knees, trying hard not to cry. But he couldn't help it. He and his friends were about to die; his dad was probably worried sick; the only guy he ever loved was about to get killed. And he didn't even think Logan knew what he meant when he said that. He probably thought he meant in a best friend way. Not in the actual way that Carlos was hoping he would pick up on. He let out a gut wrenching sob at the thought of losing Logan. He couldn't do it. He wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Carlos," He heard someone say. He looked up to see Kendall crying too. "It's going to be okay."
"No it's not!" Carlos yelled back, shaking like crazy. "They're going to kill him! How can you say it's going to be fine when they're going to kill one of our best friends?" He looked at James, who was sitting with his head against the wall, not even moving. He was probably thinking the same exact thing. But there was nothing they could do, except pray that their friend would be okay.

"Please," Logan cried, shivering and covering up his naked body from the cold breeze. "I'm sorry, just please."

"Uh uh," The man said. "You don't get to decide what happens. Now don't put up a fight, and don't say a word. Or else this," He pulled out a blade, and ran it across Logan's neck, not hard enough to cut very deep, but enough to make a small cut. "Is what will happen to ya. Do I make myself clear, Logie?"

"Y-yes," Logan stuttered, feeling a small trickle of blood run to his collar bone. The blade was finally moved away from his neck, and he sighed in relief.

"Now be a good little boy and stay quiet. That means no screaming or crying when I do this."

"What?" He tensed up again, and his eyes grew wide with alarm. What was this man about to do that would make him yell or cry?

"Ya heard me. Now do what I say, or you'll have to say hello to Mr. Knife again." The side of the knife being opened up again echoed in Logan's ears, as he decided what he needed to do.

"It's been a while," Kendall said nervously, toying with the bottom of his boxers. "What do you think is happening?"

"We already know what's happening, Kendall," Carlos said flatly, looking right into his friend's light green eyes. "And there's nothing that can stop them. So we might as well stop bitching and get over it."
"Okay, wait," James said, his eyes flashing angrily. "You were the one just crying your eyes out over it, now you're saying we need to get over it? Who the hell do you think you are-"

"I can contradict myself anytime I want!" Carlos hissed, his eyes blazing with hatred. Not necessarily for his friend. But for the men that were running them. "So don't come after me saying I'm wrong, because you're wrong too!"
"Oh, really?" James said, sitting up straighter. "How am I wrong if I haven't even said anything?"
"You just did, so there!" Carlos screamed, turning his back on the pretty boy.

"Can we just stop," Kendall said quietly, looking back and forth between the two. "Please? I'm already worried enough. I'm not sure I can go through this with my best friend hating eachother."
"I don't hate him," Carlos said, turning to Kendall. "I hate these sick, horrifying men! They're ruining our-"

"Shhh!" James said suddenly. Carlos understood when he heard the men approaching the door, talking and laughing. The door unlocked and opened, and the three boys' mouths opened in shock as they took in Logan's appearance. There was dried blood around his neck, and bruises covered his body. He was still in his boxers, but there was plenty rips in them, as if he tried to get away and they were used as a leash to pull him back. His normally need and spiky hair was haphazardly all over the place, with a longer piece hanging in front of his left eye, which was letting out a tear that streaked down his mud covered cheeks.

"Well, boys," The man said, throwing Logan down to the ground. He fell with a plop, not saying anything, or showing any emotion on his face. "My men and I need our sleep. We'll be back again tomorrow." He trudged out the door, leaving the boys alone to stare at Logan. Carlos scooted over to him, looking at his face.

"Logan?" He asked quietly. He didn't get an answer. "Logan…" Carlos touched his shoulder, but he recoiled away almost instantly.

"Please don't touch me," Logan said, his eyes glassy, almost in a glazed type of way. "I can't be touched anymore. Don't touch me please." Kendall, Carlos, and James all looked at eachother, their eyes wide.

"Logan?" Kendall asked, scooting over to him. James joined them. "Logan, what did they do to you?" Logan finally looked up, and his friends saw the pain and sadness in the boy's eyes.

"I can't say it," He said, looking down at the floor. "He told me I can't say it."

"But we're your best friends," James said, looking down at Logan. "You can say anything to us and you know it."
"He told me not to," He answered, not looking at the others. "I can't. He'll kill me. I can't. I can't. I can't." He was babbling now, ranting the same words over and over again. Carlos didn't know what to do. On one hand, he was furious at the men for doing this to Logan. But on the other hand, he was furious at Logan for not telling them what happened. Carlos's brain was working in full gear again. If only he had his helmet. That would help. He searched around the room, hoping he would find what he was looking for. He was just about to give up when something caught his eye. Could it be-yes! There it was! Their clothes!

"Logan," Carlos said loudly, capturing his attention. "Untie me. Please." Logan whimpered a bunch of things he couldn't comprehend, but he untied the knot that was behind Carlos's arms, finally giving him the freedom to move. He sighed in relief, then got up and grabbed their clothes. He walked back over and untied James and Kendall before handing them their clothes. He then went to Logan, who was still babbling to himself. Carlos put on his helmet and smacked it, knowing what he had to do. He glanced at James and Kendall, giving them a look that said he needed time alone. They walked over to the cots and sat down, facing the opposite direction.

"Logan," Carlos said quietly, lifting his friend's face up. Logan swatted at his hand, but he just kept it there anyway, staring into his friend's eyes. "You know who I am, right?" He watched as Logan nodded, then continued. "And you know that I'm here for you no matter what, and that I will never hurt you, correct?" Logan nodded again, beginning to finally quiet down. "Then do you want to tell me what happened?" Logan took a deep breath before nodding once more, and taking a deep breath.

"He…He made me do things. Bad things. And he did bad things to me," Logan broke off, letting a few tears roll down his cheeks. "He told me if I yelled, cried, or made any kind of noise, he'd kill me. He said if I told anyone, he'd kill me and my family. And he said that if I tried to run, he'd…he'd…he'd kill you guys." Logan let out a loud sob, and Carlos hugged him tightly. The tears felt cold against his exposed skin, but that didn't matter right now. The only thing that mattered was making sure Logan was okay.

"Logan, it's going to be alright," Carlos said, pulling away from his friend's hug. He wiped the tears off of his cheeks, then handed him his clothes. Logan laughed, and Carlos looked at him confusedly.

"You got your clothes, but you put your helmet on first," Logan explained, pulling his clothes on. "You're so weird." Carlos smiled, happy to have his old friend back. He knew he wasn't the same Logan as before, but it was still close enough. When he finished getting dressed, he walked over to the cot, where he finally fell asleep.

The next morning, he was woken up by loud yelling. He couldn't tell what time it was, but he could tell it was late, otherwise the men wouldn't be yelling for them.

"Well are ya gonna get up or are ya just gonna laze around?" The man yelled, looking at each one of them. "Come on ya pussies." When they all sat up, he handed them each a bag, and turned and walked out. They opened it up to find a few pieces of bread, and small bottles of water.

"Atleast they're actually feeding us," Kendall mumbled, as he picked apart the bread and popped a small piece of bread in his mouth. He then drank some water, knowing it would help the bread expand in his stomach. "How are you doing, Logan?" He looked at his friend, who was staring down at the bread dejectedly.

"Huh?" He looked up as though he was in a daze. "Oh, I guess I'm okay. I mean, I'm in pain, yeah, but. I can't do anything about it." He copied what Kendall did, trying to hide the fact that he was actually terrified for his life. But he wasn't fooling Carlos. Carlos knew that something was still wrong with Logan. And he couldn't let it go. He couldn't just stand there and let him go through this alone. He had to come up with a plan to make sure that his best friend, and the boy he loved, would stay safe; and alive.

"Yes, yes," Jennifer Knight spoke frantically into the phone, while her daughter, Katie, paced behind her, obviously worried. "No well, I got a call saying they wanted ten thousand dollars. It must be ransom. It has to be." She paused while listening to the person on the other line. "Yes. One is Kendall Knight, whom is my son. He's six foot, five inches; his hair is kind of long, it's blond. He has green eyes…" Katie drowned her mother out, thinking hard about where they could be. She looked around the room, until something caught her eye on the couch. There was something wedged in between the cushions. As she pulled it out, she realized it was an ad for a place she had never heard of before. As she looked it over, she glanced at the address, and did a double take. She squinted her eyes in suspicion as she realized that there was nothing in that part of town but an old, abandoned railroad station, and some half demolished buildings. She copied down the address, then grabbed her phone. She was onto something. She could feel it.

The sound of a key in a lock made the boys look over at the door again. They knew what was going to happen. But they were still worried. It was all a matter of who was going to be next. The man walked in, smiling a wicked smile.

"Good news, boys," He said, as he clapped his hands together and stared at each one of them. "We're going to be doing a group project today." The other two men walked in and smiled big and proud, as if they accomplished something. They helped the man drag the boys to a spot that seemed like the woods. "Everyone, line up in a straight line," He commanded, grabbing a rope. "Except for you." He pointed at Logan, then went up to him and dragged him over to a tree, where he tied him up. The boys gawked at the man, wondering what he was planning on doing. "Now, I want ya all to look at me." They obeyed. "We're going to play a little game. Okay? If I tell ya to do somethin', ya do it. Or else little Logie here, will have it happen to him. But this time, Mr. Knife will also be involved, while we're partaking in our fun. Got it?" The boys looked at Logan, who looked terrified, and nodded. "Okay," The man said, as he stepped up in front of the boys. "Chip," He said to the man with the yellow teeth. "Get the camera." "Frank," he said, as he turned to the man that was balding. "Make sure our little Logie doesn't try to do anything funny." He handed him the knife, and Frank put it against Logan's neck. "Any of you do anything that disobeys me, and you can say goodbye to Logie." Carlos's heartbeat sky-rocketed. He looked at James and Kendall and widened his eyes, letting them know that no matter how bad the thing they had to do was, they had to do it for Logan. They softly nodded back, showing that they understood.

"Okay," The man said, nodding at 'Chip' to let him know to start the camera. When the red light that showed that it was recording snapped on, the man began to take his clothes off. Carlos's eyes widened, as he realized what was going to happen. They were going to have to do sexual favors for him, or else he would end Logan's life. This sick bastard was putting an innocent, sixteen year old's life in danger, just so he could get pleasure. He looked over at Kendall and James, who looked more freaked out than he did. He then looked over at Logan. 'Frank' was covering his mouth with his hand, all while holding his jaw up so that the knife was perfectly set right at his pulse point. Carlos had to stop himself from letting out a growl of anger. He didn't care what he had to do. As long as it would save Logan's life, he'd do it. The man stepped in front of them, completely naked, only wearing the ski mask. It took Carlos all the power he had not to gag. The man was fat, his beer belly stuck out more than anything. His skin was wrinkly, and his chest was covered in disgusting hair. He watched as the man walked over to Kendall.

"You are going to kiss me," The man said, smiling sinisterly. "And I want tongue. I want full action. Ya got me?" Kendall looked at James and Carlos. Carlos mouthed the word 'please', looking at Logan, whom had tears in his eyes. He watched as Kendall leaned forward and put his lips on the man's, wincing as he tried not to think about it. The man gripped Kendall's face hard, forcing his tongue into his throat. When he was finished with Kendall, he pushed his face away, slamming his head into the ground. Carlos gasped, seeing the giant gash on his friend's forehead when he sat up. The man moved onto James, looking into the boy's eyes.

"Ah, pretty boy," the man said, winking. "I'm gonna undress ya, and then we're going to have a little foreplay fun. How does that sound for ya?" James gulped and nodded, looking at Logan. He gave a slight nod to him, letting him know that this was all for him. Logan shook his head back at him, as if to tell him to stop. But James ignored them. Carlos watched in disgust as the man took James's clothes off, kissing every part of skin that was newly exposed. He could tell James was trying to hide the grimace on his face. Then, the man got to James's pants. He took them off and got on top of the smaller boy, rolling his hips against his as he kissed him. Carlos had to stop himself from throwing up. This was the most hideous, messed up thing he had ever seen. He glanced over at Logan again, who was crying. He hated seeing him like that. It was all his fault. He was so stupid for wanting to go to that stupid rink, which wasn't even real.
"I saved the best for last," The man said, standing in front of Carlos. Which was weird, considering that he hadn't even seen him move off of James. "Ya ready tiny?" Carlos scrunched his eyebrows, not quite sure what he was supposed to be 'ready' for. "Drop your drawers and bend over." The man said, looking at his two friends and smirking. 'Chip' was playing with himself while filming, and 'Frank' had moved his hand off of Logan's mouth to palm himself through his pants, while still keeping the knife on his neck. Carlos shook his head. These men were so sick, so pathetic. He wished someone would find them, this way he could grab the knife himself and stab these sick fucks in the neck.

"Did ya not hear me tiny? I said, drop your drawers and bend over," The man said, glaring at Carlos. "Or I can have Frank take care of your friend." Carlos looked over at the man, seeing that he was tilting Logan's neck up, softly digging the blade up into Logan's neck so a slight trickle of blood was coming out.

"Okay, okay!" Carlos said, jumping up. He quickly took off his pants, checking to make sure the knife was out of Logan's skin; it was. He did as he was told, and he didn't know what was going on, until the man came up behind him. Realization sunk in as he looked over at Kendall and James with fear in his eyes. This was going to hurt a lot more than a kiss or rolling hips. This was going to cause Carlos pain; both physically, and mentally. He was lost in his thoughts when the man thrust into his backside, causing his insides to explode in pain. His head felt dizzy, and he was pretty sure he was bleeding. Yet the man just kept thrusting into Carlos, until one point, the tiny boy fell down, hitting his head hard and seeing nothing but stars in his mind.

"Get up," The man ordered from somewhere behind him. But Carlos couldn't see where the man was. He couldn't move. He was in so much pain. His head was pounding. He felt like someone literally ripped his asshole out. His body ached. He just wanted to be at home with his family. He could hear the man's voice echoing in his mind, but he couldn't make out the words that were being said. He could feel the punches and kicks he was being handed, but his body was already in pain, so it barely did anything to him. He could slightly make out his name being called by his friends. He could barely feel the kicks in his ribs, his stomach, even in his balls a few times. He was fading out of consciousness. The last thing he heard was Logan calling his name, over and over again, his voice scorched with worry. Then, in an instant, his world went black.