NOTE: There is rape of an underage girl in this chapter. It's not entirely graphic, but there is some graphic bits.

Ashley's screams were echoing through the Kids' Cells.

Hiccup flinched every time the high-pitched shriek echoed from the girls' cell. A couple cells down, he could hear Perrine sobbing.

The young man knew he'd never unsee what had happened. Ingi had thrown open her cell door, grabbed her by her hair, thrown her to the ground, and without even letting her fully settle her body on the floor, had picked her up by her thighs, shoving her face into the dirty cement floor, and had thrust into her like a spoon through pudding.

Hiccup's stomach rolled at the thought. I'll never eat pudding again.

He'd fled into the cell across from Castor's, knowing there was no way for him to save the younger girl without making Ingi angrier than he already was. The mans moans were all he could hear, aside from Ashley's screams. His hands were pressed tight against his ears, trying to block out the sound. A small thud cut off the screams.

"Now, will ya eva say somethin' like that to me again, Ashley?" Ingi growled.

"N-no, sir," Ashley whimpered, the sharp-tongued girl from earlier gone.

"Don't call me sir," he growled. "Ma names Ingi. Call me Ingi."

"Ye-yes, In-Ingi."

"Now. Where'd Hiccup go?"

"B12," whispered Perrine.

Thanks, kid, Hiccup scoffed mentally. Although it's not like I really have anywhere else to hide.

Heavy footsteps made their way towards the cell, and Ingi's shadow fell across the door.

"Sorry ya had ta see that, Hic," Ingi apologized. "Not the best way ta introduce ya ta the Kids' Block."

Don't call me Hic, you sick freak.

Hiccup blinked at him. He moved his hands from his ears, drawing his legs close to his chest and wrapping his arms around his knees. He knew not to speak back now. He'd seen the mans leering looks. He didn't want that to happen to him.

It still might, a pessimistic voice whispered in the back of his head. Look around you. No one knows you're here. Not even Toothless.

It was true. Stoick had sent him off on boat to try to take his mind off Toothless, who'd been injured in a fight with Dragon Trappers and was being cared for by Gothi. Back on Berk. Though surely someone would notice he was gone, it'd be hours, maybe even days, before they began to search for him.

"It's alrigh', Hic," Ingi cooed. "Ya can come out, ya know. Ima have to introduce ya ta the rest of the prisoners."

The giant Gronckle iron door slammed shut, making Hiccup jump.

Ingi smirked at him. "It's a bit unnerving now, ain't it? What'da think of the punishment?"

"I'm thinking I hope it won't happen to me," Hiccup admitted quietly, shifting uneasily.

"Well, if ya keep yer mouth shut and your thoughts to yaself, that won't be a problem, now will it?"

"No, Ingi," he replied.

"Now, this is the Luncheon," Ingi explained, spreading his hands out wide. "Where everyone eats."

"So why weren't Ashley and Perrine in there?" Hiccup frowned.

"Perrine's antisocial, an' Ashley has problems with controllin' her tongue when talkin' to the seniors."

"Do they still eat?"

"Only if the other prisoners can sneak out some food. It depends on the guard for the day. Some will tell the kids to bring 'em food. Some will punish 'em if they're caught. Others will make them do something to be able to bring the food."

"Do something?" Hiccup swallowed.

"Well, looks like Ms. Roseby will be the prime example today. Watch and learn, Hic," Ingi said, pointing with his finger at a leggy teen with fair skin and dark hair.

As she approached a gangly Zalfarian, her form was visibly shaking. The food in her arms trembled like they were caught in the midst of an earthquake.

"That Guard is Gyrd Sumaritisson," Ingi said. "He's thirty-two years old, and has fucked Mabella Roseby fifteen times since she got here a year ago."

"How old is she?" Hiccup inquired, not sure if he wanted to know.

"Thirteen," Ingi said grimly.

At Hiccup's look of confusion, the man said, "What? Ya think I fuck everyone? No, I only fuck the ones fifteen and older."

That's not much better.

"Anyway," Ingi said. "Time ta introduce ya to the group."

Putting his hands against his mouth, he let out an obscene sound that sounded like the mix between a moan and Ashley's muffled screams. Hiccup shuddered at the memory. It echoed throughout the Luncheon, and everyone paused, turning to look upwards, towards Hiccup and Ingi. Mabella and Gyrd, who'd been about to leave, paused and looked up as well.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Ingi announced. "Meet your new cellmate. Hic, go introduce yourself. Thyri, show 'im the entrance to the Luncheon, would ya?"

A solidly-built young man hardly older than Hiccup himself stepped out of the shadows behind the two males. Wrapping a hand around Hiccup's elbow, he pulled him down a staircase and shoved him through a door. Which was Gronckle iron like the rest of the building, making for a harsh entrance.

As the boy, Thyri, moved back into the shadows, Hiccup swallowed and looked around. The prisoners had drawn closer, closing in on all sides. There stares were pitiful and haunted. Most of them looked like toothpicks, though others looked as muscular as Ingi.

The loud slamming of a door made him look up, to discover that Ingi had disappeared. Leaving Hiccup in a room full of people who'd he'd never seen before.

"Uh. . .hi?" He greeted feebly.

"What's your name?" Asked an elderly lady. She was large and gray-haired, but her skin was tan and her eyes were the color of the midnight sky.

"Hiccup Haddock," he replied. "What's yours?"

"Collomia Stonebanks," she replied.

"I'm Coleus Copper," said the man beside her, an athletically built, graying, black-haired man with yellow-tinted skin and cocoa brown eyes.

"I'm Char Seal," said a coltish young man who resembled a walking stick: brown hair, brown skin, brown eyes. "And this is my older brother, Percival Seal." The other man, Percival, was burly with black hair, fair skin, and the brown eyes darker than those of Char's.

"I'm Civ's girlfriend," sniffed a stout woman with jet-black hair, caramel-colored skin, and forest-green eyes. "Rissa North, nice to meet you,"

"Uh, hi, nice to meet you all," Hiccup said, after everyone stopped talking. He'd been trying to say since Collomia finished talking, but hadn't been able to as people had kept talking.

"We're sorry."

Hiccup blinked, turning his head to stare at the girl who'd spoken. She was white-skinned, with dull blond hair, hazel eyes, and a slight figure. She looked shyly up at him, looking no older than Perrine.

"For what?" He frowned.

"We heard Ashley," the blond said. "It isn't hard to guess that you were there." She stared at his face, then sniffled as her eyes began to water. "I can tell now."

"Tell what?" Hiccup frowned, flabbergasted.

"Excuse Freesia," said an overweight woman with pale skin, light hair, and brown eyes. "She's very emotional."

The girl, Freesia, got ahold of herself, and gave the other lady a glare. "Don't tell me you can't see it to, Cynthia."

"Both of you shut up," snapped a solidly-built, gray-haired senior. His skin was fair, his forehead a wrinkled mess, and his sandy brown eyes made Hiccup miss the sandy beach in the cove where he'd met Toothless. "This is the time in which we introduce ourselves to young Hiccup, not confuse him into Valhalla."

There was silence, before the man turned towards Hiccup. "My apologies. My name is Iberis Ferns. The two woman who were just arguing are Freesia Moonly and Cynthia Humbee."

"It-it's fine," Hiccup stammered.

"Collomia, Coleus, Eve, and I are in the Seniors' Block," Iberis continued, gesturing to a petite lady with gray-flecked brown hair, jaded dark brown eyes, and brown skin who was likely Eve. "Cynthia, Rowena, Anura, Drake, Jade, Holly, Char, Cloud, Punica, Rissa, Flint, Xyris, Percival, and Sky are in the Adults' Block, and Freesia, Perrine, Morgan, Jaeger, Mabella, Thymus, Morelle, Jasmine, Autumn, Jasper, Phlox, Garnet, Ashley, Rocky, Dale, and you are in the Kids' Block."

Hiccup was left reeling. There was more than thirty prisoners on Zalfari Island! That was more people than could fit on the back of a Scauldron! Scratch that, two Scauldrons!

"Gods, Iberis, I think you've broken him," grumbled the curly-haired, slight boy Iberis had introduced as Jaeger.

"Nah, he'll be fine," Iberis waved a hand. "But let's continue eating, before Hord comes in to tell us to return to our Cells."

"Hord?" Hiccup inquired, frowning at Jaeger, who still stood in front of him.

"Hord Svartgeirrsson," Jaeger explained. "Frail guy, with bronze skin, pale eyes, and black hair. You'll know him when you see him."

"Jaeger!" Snapped Garnet, a slender girl with vibrant red hair, white skin, and dark blue eyes. "Get over here and eat. This is the only time we'll be able to eat today since we have the Newcomer Assembly tonight."

So how many time do we eat on a normal day? Hiccup wondered. A second later, he realized he'd already began to group himself with the rest of them. But you are now, aren't you? He thought. You're behind bars. You're being watched. You're already a prisoner.

You were a prisoner the moment you stepped on the island.