I am soooo sorry I forgot to update yesterday, no excuses. I'm just lazy. It's completely my fault too, not my friend who's working on this with me. Anyways, happiness! Kyle's not dead after all! He might now be wishing he was, but he's not so yay. Alright, so as we have been attempting to do, this chapter is longer by a significant amount! Victory at last!

So this is where the m rating SERIOUSLY comes in. Graphic malexmale rape scene in this chapter and first attempt so it might not even be that great. Anyways just a warning for that. If that's not you cup of tea or whatever then I would suggest just skipping this chapter.

Enough of my ramblings, I'm sure you all want to get on with the story. Always remember that reviews are appreciated and thanks to Scarybones and N for reviewing!


Kyle's POV

Wendy is dead.

Wendy.

Is.

Dead.

I kept running the words through my head, but they still made no sense. The girl that I had known for all of my life was DEAD. It's a bit of a hard thing to take in. I collapsed to my knees and my shoulders shook with the effort not to cry. I had no idea what was going on, why was this happening? In my mourning, I didn't notice them coming up to me until I was surrounded.

I looked around myself in a panic. They were like living shadows, like they would dissipate into the air if I so much as breathed on them. They latched onto me and I screamed, thrashing around in my attempt to escape. They were a lot stronger than they looked. "Get off of me! Let me go!" They gave no response. One wrenched me to my feet by my hair, causing me to cry out, and shoved me forwards. I trudged along with the group, wishing I were dead and scared out of my mind. Was I next? Was I going to die in some horribly painful way like Wendy did? I watched my feet stepping along the stone floor, step by step.

We finally reached a doorway and I was pushed through it. I stumbled forwards, landing on my hands and knees.

'Master.' I shuddered at the voice. It grated on my mind, like a gravelly voice inside my head. I pressed my hands over my ears, but couldn't block it out. 'This PC does not have the normal model, nor does it disappear when we capture it.'

"Oh really now?" A man stepped out of the shadows in the back of the room. The sight of him sent shivers down my spine, he looked like someone to fear. His hair was a blinding shade of platinum-blonde, his face was a cruel kind of beautiful, and his eyes were piercingly blue. They made me feel like he could see into my soul, like he could see all of my secrets laying prone before him.

I had to look away. I heard him walk up to me. "Look at me," he said. I shook my head no and felt a a cold hand grab my face forcing me to look up into his eyes. He smiled, "Now, isn't this better?" He gave me a grin and I tried to pull away. His teeth were sharp like daggers. I felt tears brimming in my eyes and I cursed myself for it. "Oh look, he's crying. I can fix that." He stuck out a long tongue and slowly ran it up my cheek, licking up my tears. I shook my head in disgust. He withdrew and smirked. "I like this one," he said, "nice and defiant, so young and pretty too."

I started shaking at his words and my eyes widened. "I don't... I don't want any trouble. Please just... let me go."

He smirked again. "Oh I do like it when they beg, so much more enjoyable. Bring him to my chamber!"

I put on a brave face, flailing wildly against the shadows holding me, I screamed for help, hoping someone would hear me, as the shadow men dragged me to another room.

The room was all red. Red floors, red sheets, red walls, red furniture. The whole room looked as though it were dyed in blood. They dragged me to the crimson bed sitting in the middle of the room.

One of the ones behind me reached around my head and pulled a black cloth over my eyes. I could feel hands groping at my clothes and I lashed out. "What the hell!? What are you doing to me?" The figures removed my shirt, shoes, jacket, jeans, and boxers. I think when they took my ushanka was when I started to hyperventilate. They shoved me from behind and I landed on what I presume was the bed. I struggled in vain as they tied my hands over my head, my face pressed uncomfortably into the bed-spread, and I gasped for air. My legs were tied apart perversely and I could feel my face heating up with embarrassment, despite the situation. I felt someone get onto the bed and it tilted to one side and they climbed on top of me, pressing their crotch against my bare ass. "Please... stop." I gasped, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Oh no, we're only just getting started now," said a voice by my ear. His voice. I felt his tongue run itself up my neck and he gripped my chin, yanking my head to the side so he could press his lips to mine. I pressed my lips tightly together to prevent him entrance. There was a sharp pain in my lip and when I opened my mouth to gasp, he slid his tongue inside.

If I hadn't realized it before, this was the moment I did. He wasn't just going to torture me and let me bleed out or something. He was going to rape me.

When his tongue left my mouth, I screamed. I screamed as loud as I could. "Get away from me! Get away you fucking sodomist!" I heard his clothes rustling to the floor. "No! No, no, no, NO, NO!" One of his fingers entered me. "NO! PLEASE, GOD, NO!"

"Oh I love it when they beg," he whispered, "it only makes me harder." He thrust two fingers into me hard. I grit my teeth in pain. "Oh, a virgin, I see. How delightful that I get to take you on your first time." He withdrew the fingers, then he shoved in something that was much bigger. I screamed until my voice was hoarse, and he only seemed to take pleasure from my pained cries. He thrust roughly into me. I was sobbing, I couldn't even scream anymore if I tried. His thrusts grew faster and he grabbed my hips, forcing my ass up to meet him. Despite myself, I moaned a little. He bent over my ear to whisper, "You like this now, hmm?" He hit something inside of me, drawing resentful moans of pleasure from my mouth. His hand found its way to my cock and stroked it.

"Hnnn!" I cried out, biting my tongue to muffle the sounds pouring from me. He stroked me vigorously and I felt heat pooling in the pit of my stomach. I cried out as I came all over myself and, after a while, he came inside of me.

I lay there for a moment, unmoving, in the afterglow of sex, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. My brain didn't want to comprehend it. I just lost my virginity. I was just RAPED. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and after that I couldn't stop the rest from cascading down my face. I wailed in agony and loss, still with him inside of me. I cried and cried until I was too exhausted to cry anymore, then let myself relax against the bed, trying to detach myself from my pain-wracked body. He pulled out and I winced, feeling what I suspected to be blood and... semen running down my legs.

"... I have no use for this anymore. It's all yours. Bring the other one to me." My mind felt muddled as I wondered who the 'other one' could be. At that point I knew I should care, but I couldn't. My arms and legs were unbound, but I didn't have the energy nor the will to move.

I felt their hands roaming over me. They lifted my lifeless body up by my arms, dragging my feet along the ground and they moved me out of the room.

"N-n-GAH-No!" I knew that voice, somewhere in the back of my head. The blindfold had slipped down a bit, so I turned towards the voice, not really caring, but wanting to knoww out of morbid curiosity. A shaky blonde being led towards the bed. He looked at me pitifully, tears running down his face.

"Tweek..." I muttered, staring at the borderline hysterical boy.

"HELP!" He screamed ducking his head towards the floor. "TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"

I lost sight of him when they dragged me from the room and threw me to the floor. The first one shoved himself into me roughly and I let out a whimper of pain, I didn't have the energy for anything more. Another shoved himself into my mouth, I couldn't breath. He hit the back of my throat and I felt like I was going to puke, but I couldn't.

'I'm sorry, Stan.' I thought, 'I'm going to die here.' I could hear Tweek screaming and screaming. It just went on and on and he didn't stop.

I heard the door open, someone else screamed. I wished they would all just shut up, it was making my head hurt. I wished everything would just go away. The sounds started to fade and I was so grateful when the darkness overtook me and i blacked out.