A/N: Hey everybody! I'm back for round two. Ya' know, I can't seem to get this story off of my mind! I think about it all the time.

Huh.

Oh well!

warning(s): shotas, rape, angst.

"I tried to kill my pain

But only brought more

So much more

I lay dying

And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal

I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming

Am I too lost to be saved?

Am I too lost?"

-Tourniquet by Evanescene

This man and I sit in silence. I start to see landmarks I know too well. I've been down this road a million and one fucking times.

Different car, different monster, same fate.

I lower my eyes to my lap and twiddle my thumbs before looking up at the night sky through the windshield. To any ordinary person, we're lost. He looks so confused.

I keep playing with my fingers. After a few more minutes, he pulls off onto a side road. "Almost there," I whisper. My palms sweat. My heart beat quickens and his car comes to a stop in front of a dirt road. 166 is sticks red onto a black plastic mailbox that's never used. He peers down the road, but it's too dark to see the end.

"Are you sure this is it," he asks nervously. I nod, shifting to get out, "Yeah. Thanks." I open the passenger side door to get out when bras grabs my arm, "I need more of a thanks than that. Do you know how much gas I wasted driving your tiny ass over here?" His eyes scan over my body.

"You got any money?"

"No. Get the fuck off me!"

"That ass of yours his cute. I bet it's tight. Come here and let me fuck you."

"NO! Didn't you hear what I said you massively stupid fuck?!"

"Stop making such a fuss," he says sternly, yanking my tiny body back into the car. My back collides with the middle console. I hiss in pain, closing my eyes and I feel his free hand roam up down and over my torso.

I thrash, his arm wrapping around my shoulders. I flail and he hits my head hard, "Stop it! Just sit still and enjoy it!"

I keep struggling and before I know it, he flings me into the backseat. After the initial shock of my breath leaving my lungs, I scramble to the door only to feel a larger body pin me down by sitting on my back.

I sob, terrified tears rolling down my cheeks. He shimmies down and grabs my shorts. I cry loudly, "Stop! Please stop!"

But, like always, my pleas are ignored and tiny shorts are yanked down to my ankles. I close my eyes tight, trying to block it out.

Block it all out. The unzipping of his pants, him grabbing my waist and forcing my hips into the air.

You can't hear it, Kiaran. Just close your eyes and pretend you're somewhere else. Find an escape, Kiaran.

Find an escape, Sebastian.

I usually don't bother with underwear. And so, my bare skin is shown and the man pinches my backside harshly. "Too cute, this ass of yours. I'm gonna fuck you senseless, little boy."

I dig my short nails into the leather seat and whimper as he spreads my cheeks apart to observe. I bite my bottom lip and I feel his tip press against my entrance. Being taken without preparation is nothing new to me- it's what happens at least three fourths of the time- but it still hurts.

And in one fluid motion, he is buried deep within me. I scream because it burns and I think I'm bleeding and oh my god it hurts. He doesn't bother to wait until I adjust before harshly pulling back and slamming back in. "Pl-pl-please s-s-s-stop," I cry through my tears. He slams into my prostate and a scream of pleasure mixed with pain tears through the small space of the car.

He hands reaches around to pump my little erection. "See," he purrs, "You want it, you little slut."

"NO! NO! I don't w-wan-want it! It hur-hurts! G-Get o-out of m-me!"

"Nonsense, Kiaran."

I'm not sure how long he raped me, but thankfully it came to an end when he pulled my hair hard and released himself deep inside me.

"Fuck," I groan as he molests my somewhat hard dick until I come, too.

He pulls out of me and some of his semen follows, dripping down my thighs. I tremble and stay still, trying to recollect myself. "Alright, I'm done with my thanks. You're welcome, Kiaran," he says, slapping a pale cheek. I hiss in pain as he pulls my shorts back up.

I sob once, opening the passenger door as soon as he gets off of my back. I flop out of the car and lands harshly on the pavement beneath. I army crawl and don't move until his car is long gone and the cold bites at my skin.

I stagger to my feet, my knees weak, my hands shaking. I feel the bruises on my hips and the dried, crusty semen on my thighs. I wipe the dirt from my coat and start to walk down the road to the Market.

I hang my head and watch my feet. Why do I always come back?

Hope. Hope of finding a good Master. A man amongst these monsters.

The dirt road gives way to pavement and heels click.

I suppose my father has a real name. I'be only ever heard him being called Lucy, but I'm sure that's not his birth name. It's probably short for Lucifer.

I smirk and then my smirk fades when I come to the long, flat, one story hell-hole itself.

The Market.

I wrinkly my nose in disgust, walking/limping up to the front steps. I take careful steps until I reach the double glass doors. I peer in, but it's too dark to see. Not that I don't know what's already in there.

Cages and terrified children.

I pull on a handle to find out it's locked- no surprise there. I shudder and sit down next for the doors, my back leaning against the building. I pull my knees too my chest and put my cheek on my knees. I wrap my arms around my legs and close my eyes.

I ignore the rumbling in my stomach, letting myself drift off.

I try to keep the voices in my head silent so I can get a good night's rest for once.

I fail.