I'd like to thank all the people who read, reviewed or story alerted this. I'd also like to apologize for not updating this sooner. I've been having a very hard time lately (my parents might be sending me back to therapy so it's gonna be even harder to find writing time) and yesterday my mother threw one of the only things keeping me sane (A.K.A my writing notebook) in the toilet so obviously I've had a hard time rewriting this chapter and disinfecting my notebook with every cleaning product known to man.

Thanks for all your patience and I hope you enjoy this chapter…

Warning: mentions of child abuse, rape, self injury/suicidal thoughts or actions, yaoi, and so much more…

~Chapter Two Begins~

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~notice how he'll say when and not if…~

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I was lead to a familiar, but not at all comforting place; my room. Surely it was a beautiful room by all standards, the best money could buy, but for me every time I stepped foot in it I was reminded of the horrible things that had occurred here. Things that had happened to me, and things that I'd prefer to forget.

One of the men gave me a forceful nudge, breaking my unwilling trance and then turned and left me on my own to change. I stepped carefully into the room, almost as if I thought the memories would come to life and repeat themselves if I wasn't careful. I walked slowly to my four poster bed where some fresh clothes were laid on top of my dark, silken comforter.

I picked up the white oxford shirt, pulling my arms through the crisply pressed sleeves and buttoning it. It was huge on me now. I quickly changed my bottoms from the torn and dirty trousers I had on to the tasteful, black slacks that had been on the bed and pulled the belt as tight as possible.

Suddenly a wave of fatigue hit me and I fell onto the bed, curling up in the middle of the soft silky sheets.

Slowly my consciousness faded…

~break line…~

I awoke to the loud banging of my door against the wall. Swiftly I got up and patted the wrinkles out of my clothes before looking up to see Fenrir Greyback. I stole a peek at the clock. It's five o'clock which means I slept about three hours.

"Rise and shine. You coming, sleeping beauty? Or were you looking for me to come over there?" He said with a fierce gleam in his animalistic eyes.

I tried to put on my mask, form one of my signature sneers, anything to disguise the fear in my eyes at the obvious hope in his. However I couldn't achieve anything more than the tiniest of smirks, and I was sure he knew what I was trying to do anyways. So I ducked my head and strode by him.

After walking the familiar corridors for a few minutes I realized I didn't know exactly where we were supposed to be going. All I knew was that I was patrolling and that Greyback was there to 'watch' me and I was quite sure that if I made one wrong move, did something even slightly suspicious I'd be in big trouble. I'd have to be on my toes, maybe if I could keep quiet enough tonight I'd gain a way to escape, but I'd have to stay completely inconspicuous.

I slowed my pace, letting him take the lead.

~ break line…~

We must have been walking the dim, stone halls for the better part of an hour. I see the sun going down as we walk past a rare window. The beautiful sight, however, means my job of pretending and staying cool and calm will become harder. I sincerely hope to see no one in these corridors, but that would far too easy now, wouldn't it?

I notice Fenrir looking at me from the corners of his eyes every few minutes, and its making me panic. Fenrir has always freaked me out, and for good reasons too. I try to keep my real feelings concealed but he's making it harder for me and cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. What does he have planned?

"Something the matter, Draco?" His attempt to croon my name makes me want to vomit.

I shiver and walk a little faster. He speeds up too. Not good, he noticed. My mind is racing as he grabs my shoulder and pushes me forcefully against one of the cold stone walls.

'Oh shit,' I think, hoping it doesn't show plainly in my facial expression.

"You seem a little jumpy tonight, Malfoy. Anxious about something?" he whispers into my ear, so close I can feel his breath on my face.

I press myself farther into the wall, trying to think of a way to escape. He must have seen this because he put his thick, hairy arms on either side of me, efficiently caging me in and keeping me from bolting. I must have given myself away somehow; I guess I couldn't be inconspicuous enough. I must have done something to land myself in this position, pinned against the wall by Fenrir Greyback, the world's most vicious werewolf breathing down my neck. Literally. I could feel his breath moving down my neck as he somehow got impossibly closer.

He pressed his lips to my throat and I swallowed nervously, my Adams apple bobbing. He chuckled deviously, making me shiver.

"Scared, Malfoy?" Greyback asked, licking a line up my neck and lifting his head to look me in the eyes. I saw deranged amusement in his own, and my breathing hitched once again. This could not be happening again!

"S-Stop," I whimpered hoarsely. He just laughed again and continued, biting my neck. Not enough to break the skin, but almost. He rolled it in between his teeth, surely leaving a hideous purple bruise on my pale skin. I turned my head away, looking over his shoulder, desperate now for escape. I saw none.

However what I did see made me gasp. It made me gasp at almost the same exact moment as my onlookers. I saw two people I would recognize anywhere. One with black hair, golden skin, emerald green eyes, and ridiculous glasses that fit him well. My former nemesis, Harry Potter. Next to him stood Granger, hair as frizzy as ever and wand at the ready. Both of them stood there wide-eyed, as I felt the hideous man in front of me unbuttoning my shirt, completely frozen in spot. Potter had an invisibility cloak in his arms, and his hand was reaching into the back pocket of his scruffy jeans in search of his own wand. He unfroze first, and whipped his wand out as if to attack Greyback.

But if he did that he may never get to Voldemort, and that would ruined both of our chances of being free of him.

"Don't," I said my eyes directing the comment at Potter while making Greyback think I was talking to him.

He looked shocked, both him and Granger exchanging looks. Meanwhile Fenrir was busying himself by shoving his hands down my pants. I put up a struggle but he didn't pay any attention. I looked back to Potter and Granger, letting my eyes do the talking for once. They screamed 'get the hell out of here before you get caught and ruin your chances!'

They both looked hesitant for the slightest moment, but I mouthed a 'GO!' and Potter threw the silken cloak over the both of them. They crept silently down the hallway as fast as possible, without making a noise, but it didn't matter now because Greyback had unbuckled his pants and was shoving roughly into me, my scream of pain covering any sound of footsteps they might have made.

I sincerely hoped they were gone now, and that Voldemort would soon be gone forever. That I'd never have to deal with this again. That I could stop being the Death Eaters toy.

Because broken toys can only take so much taunting…

~Chapter Two Ends~

Thanks for reading, please take the time to tell me what you think. I'm trying to decide how to break up the rest of this story. Should I somehow form a linking chapter between this and the place I wanna go with this or should I form a sequel. Please tell me what you think. Reviews are loved and appreciated, and I'll try to get new chapters or whatever up as soon as possible!