A/N so here we are, another chapter written :) I thought the last one was hard to write, nothing compared to this one. But it all fits in with the storyline, and adds to how broken Dougie will be, before a certain someone tries to fix him up again ;) Shall try and write the next chapter in the next couple days, don't have any exams for a while so should be able to do lots of writing. Going to start a Harry Potter next gen fic in the next week as well, keep an eye out for it :D

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Dougies POV

"Well well Douglas" a cold voice sneered. "I see we haven't managed to obey orders and change. Looks like someone won't be eating for the rest of the week. You'd better be changed by the time I come back, or we'll think of some other way to motivate you" I couldn't even muster the energy to cry. Everything felt broken, and I couldn't see a way out. I heard footsteps leave the room again.

Slowly I managed to sit up, and huddled against the wall behind me. I gazed around the room, but there was nothing to be seen. It was pitch black, and I already knew there was no furniture. Looking down, I saw an unidentifiable pile of black beside my right leg, which was bent at a strange angle. I started sobbing again, knowing that it was going to take me a while to get changed, but didn't know when the men would come back.

Gathering all the strength I possessed at that moment, I slowly lifted my sore arms and slipped my t-shirt off, abandoning it at my side. Then, even slower, I started to pull my skinny jeans down, managing to get them over my unbroken leg. Taking a deep breath, I inched the other jean leg off over my broken leg, gasping in pain as it was jolted. Eventually I pulled my skinnies off completely and sat there on the cold concrete floor, shivering, colder than I'd ever been before, clad only in my boxers.

It felt like I'd been sitting there forever, but I finally managed to get myself moving and sorted through the pile of black beside me. I felt my heart sink when I realised they'd only given me a thin pair of black sweat pants, not even a t-shirt or anything to keep me even a little bit warmer. I leant back against the wall, my energy completely wiped, not wanting to have to move to get the sweat pants on over my broken leg.

I sat there for a while, before I became aware of a black shadow above me. It laughed menacingly.

"Poynter. I've been nice, I gave you two chances to get dressed as we'd said, but you decided not to comply. Now, sat there in your boxers, its almost like you're inviting me to do what I'm going to. Very thoughtful of you. Of course, we also have my friend over there filming this for your wonderful band mates, so put on a nice show for me!" he chuckled again and suddenly placed a big, warm hand on the cold left side of my chest.

He traced the contours of my torso for a while, hissing appreciatively. I sat there, feeling numb, not wanting to recognise what he was going to do next, even though I knew full well what was going to happen. He stood up, pulling me with him. Once stood up, my weight resting mostly on my good leg, he spun me around so I was leaning against the wall, my back to my captor.

He quickly and harshly pulled down my boxers and smacked my arse cheek. I gasped at the sudden flare of pain, before another pain took over completely. I felt something hard and unfamiliar between my legs, and he roughly pushed into me using no protection or anything to make it easier. I screamed, the pain overtaking everything else. My eyes unfocused and I felt him moving in and out, the pain getting worse if that was even possible. It must've taken a good five minutes but I eventually felt a new sensation between my legs and the man behind me pulled out, leaving behind a residue of an experience I didn't want to go through again.

My captor spun me around again until I was facing him again. He punched the worst side of my face, kicked me in the side with one of his steel toe capped boots again, and once I was on the floor smashed my head against the cold solid concrete. I faded into unconsciousness, feeling violated, dirty and very very isolated and alone the whole time.

Danny, Tom and Harry third person POV

Danny, Tom and Harry sat in the kitchen of the McFly house, the pictures and DVD of Dougie spread out across the table. Danny really didn't want to look at them, but his eyes were drawn to the worst ones. He constantly wondered how anyone could do this to a fragile 16year old. The tension and emotion built up and up inside of him, until he couldn't take it any more, and snapped.

"TOM" he screamed at the top of his voice. The blonde boy in question flinched, and turned his head slowly to look at Danny. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. IF YOU HADN'T HAVE WANTED DOUGIE, THE YOUNGEST OF ANYONE WE TRIED OUT FOR THE BAND, DOUGIE WOULD STILL BE OKAY"

"WELL HAVEN'T YOU THOUGHT THAT IT WAS MAYBE YOUR FAULT AS WELL? YOU WENT ALONG WITH DOUGIE, IT WASN'T ENTIRELY MY DECISION. IF I'M NOT MISTAKEN, YOU EVEN SAID HAVING SOMEONE THAT YOUNG IN A BAND WOULD GIVE US AN EDGE, TAKE US TO THE TOP. AND IT DID." Tom retaliated, more stung that Danny would say those things to him than angry at Danny.

"I NEVER SAID THOSE THINGS. YOU DID, YOU WANTED THE EDGE DOUGIE WOULD GIVE US, I JUST THOUGHT HE WAS A BRILLIANT BASSIST. BUT WE COULD'VE SETTLED FOR SOMEONE OLDER, AND THEN MAYBE THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED"

"DON'T BE STUPID YOU IGNORANT FUCKER. OF COURSE THIS WOULD STILL HAVE HAPPENED, JUST WITH ONE OF US. THEY ONLY TOOK DOUGIE BECAUSE HE'S THE YOUNGEST, AND THEREFORE WE ARE MORE LIKELY TO COUGH UP THE CASH"

"OH SO NOW YOU'RE SAYING IF IT WAS ONE OF US WE'D JUST LEAVE THEM THERE WITH THOSE BASTARDS TO DIE? SOME BLOODY BANDMATE YOU ARE THOMAS FLETCHER"

"DON'T YOU TWIST MY WORDS DANIEL JONES, OF COURSE WE WOULD STILL GET THE MONEY IF IT WAS ONE OF US. I'M JUST SAYING, BECAUSE DOUGIE IS ONLY 16 WE FEEL MORE PROTECTIVE OVER HIM"

"OF COURSE WE BLOODY FEEL PROTECTIVE, WE'RE MORE OF A FATHER FIGURE TO HIM THAN HIS FUCKING DAD EVER WAS"

"And there you go, my point exac-"

"SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU. CAN'T YOU BOTH SEE SCREAMING AT EACH OTHER ISN'T GOING TO HELP DOUGIE. IT WAS NONE OF OUR FAULTS, GOT IT? THEY JUST TOOK DOUGIE BECAUSE THEY ARE SICK BASTARDS WHO LIKE HURTING PEOPLE IN RETURN FOR LOTS OF CASH. WE NEED TO DO SOMETHING THAT WILL ACTUALLY GET THE MONEY MOVING SO WE WILL GET OUR DOUGIE BACK" Harry broke down at that point, and couldn't take it any longer. He glared at each of his bandmates in turn, who both looked down at the floor. Tensions were running high, and everyone was on breaking point, worried for Dougie and scared. Harry turned and fled out the door, heading for the one place that would bring him comfort at that moment in time - Dougies room, in Dougies bed, under Dougies covers.