Chapter2

Aaron was awoken that night by a kick in the ribs. He sat up in surprise. It was dark in the cabin, but he could see at least three people standing round him.

"Who are you?" Aaron knew as soon as he had said it that it was not a good question.

One of them bent down to Aaron's face. "What the hell are you doing in our cabin?"

Aaron tried to pull away from the foetid breath. It was then that he saw his assailant was armed.

Aaron thought quickly. "I'm sorry. I didn't know whose cabin it was. I came by in the car. I was tired so I stopped for a rest." He forced a little smile. "The door wasn't locked..! He went to get up. "Sorry guys. I'll go now."

He was pushed back down onto the couch.

"You alone?"

Aaron nodded.

"Go check the bedroom!"

One of the men grinned and went into where Spencer was asleep

"Hey!" he yelled. "Look what I've found."

Spencer woke with a start as someone pulled him out of bed by his hair. The man dragged him struggling into the room. "Goldilocks!"

"Alone, eh?" the one with the gun smirked. "Wanted to keep him all to yourself, did you?" He beckoned his man to bring Spencer over to him. "Hmm….I can see why. Quite a babe!" He touched Spencer's face and lips, ran his hair across his fingers. Spencer tried to push him off.

"Get his hands, will you!"

"Don't touch him!" Aaron tried to get up, but the gun was thrust into his face. "Leave him alone! He's done nothing to you!"

Spencer stood very still and closed his eyes.

"Open those pretty brown eyes for me."

Spencer opened his eyes again, huge eyes full of anxiety. He looked straight ahead, focusing on the opposite wall. He tried to move his thoughts away from what was happening, but each time he felt the hands on his body, his mind snapped back, feeling every touch.

"You are an abomination, you know that?" he smiled. "Freaks like you should be put down at birth!" He brushed his lips against Spencer's ear. "But if you were put down at birth," he whispered, "how would we have our fun today?"

Spencer tried to turn away, but the grip on his hair tightened. The man's fingers ran lightly down Spencer's smooth chest to his shorts. Spencer flinched as he ran his finger around the inside of Spencer's waist band against his pale skin. Spencer tried to pull his tummy in, away from the probing hand, his eyes wide with fear.

"Such a pretty boy." He turned to Aaron. "And you weren't going to share him. That's very selfish, you know."

"Aaron, help me." So softly, but he was heard. He grabbed Spencer hard and twisted. Spencer screamed and his hair was released.

Spencer curled up and cried and gagged and gasped for breath. Tears forced between closed lids.

"So it's not a girl after all!"

Laughing.

He turned to Aaron. "You lied to me!" He pulled him off the couch. "Nobody lies to me, you pervert."

Aaron put his hand up in front of his face. "Please…we're not …"

He kicked Aaron in the side of the head. Then two of them laid into him.

Aaron tried to protect himself, to crawl away, but the assault was too vicious. He felt his nose break and he tried to cover his face. He cried out for them to please stop but his mouth filled with blood and his words were not heard.

His cries became fewer and softer until he made no sound at all as their boots impacted with his body bruising skin and cracking bones.

He rolled onto his side, groaning.

Coughing and whimpering, Spencer crawled painfully over to Aaron.

The three men watched the entertainment.

Spencer reached out and touched him.

"Aaron, it's Spence. Can you hear me?" Aaron moaned softly and reached for Spencer's hand. Spencer took Aaron's hand in his.

"I'm here, Aaron."

He looked up at the three men.

"Why did you do that? Why did you hurt him?" Spence felt Aaron's hand squeezing his. Spencer stroked his hair.

"We don't like perverts."

"But we're not….."

Spencer let out a cry as he was jolted upright by his hair.

"I'll tie this one up." he grinned. "We can have some fun later!"

Spencer was in too much pain to resist as he was dragged back into the bedroom. He was forced to lie on his back, and he was tied to the bed. His body didn't want to be lying flat. His stomach hurt and his legs were shaking from where he had been assaulted. He wanted to draw his knees up to his chest to relieve the agony. It hurt so much to be lying flat. But he couldn't move.

He could hear them working Aaron over again.

"Leave him! Please!" Spencer cried out and struggled to free himself, the ropes cutting into his wrists, staining the rope red.

Then the awful sounds stopped.

Aaron was brought in between two men. His feet were dragging on the floor, and his

head was slumped forwards. Spencer could see blood running from his nose and mouth, his lips cut and bleeding.

"What shall we do with this one then?"

"Please!" Spencer begged. "Please don't hurt him any more."

"Just drop him there!"

They let go of Aaron, and he fell hard onto the bedroom floor. Aaron rolled onto his back. His breathing was shallow and erratic.

Spencer tried to edge closer to the side of the bed where Aaron had fallen, when he saw the gun in the man's hand.

"What do we usually do to stop people running away?"

"No please!" Spencer pulled frantically at the ropes tying him. "Please don't hurt him! Don't shoot him! Whatever you are going to do, do to me! Please! You'll kill him! No!"

He pointed his gun at Aaron and fired.

Aaron's body jerked as the bullet tore through flesh.

Spencer screamed.