The day passed in a blur of lack of pain that left Kiba's chest clenching tightly on itself in fear of what might happen.
No one touched him. Not one single man in the camp dared lay a finger on him, even though he knew that more than one glanced his way and sent him their own interpretation of a lecherous sneer. Well, of course, none but the medic that decided to give him the grand tour of the camp.
He had grown accustomed to the pain that they brought him. By now, the pain had been slightly comforting. With how hollow he felt, the pain allowed him to remember he was still alive, no matter how stupid that might have been.
But now that there was no pain, the overwhelming sense of being alone began to well up in him and even swallow him up.
Akamaru was- hopefully- safe with the merchant in her native village. Hinata and Shino were both being held in a different side of the camp and while he hoped they weren't hurt like he was, he knew that at least he hadn't heard their screams of pain in any moment. The other people in his life that he cared about were all back in the village, completely oblivious to the pain he and his team were being subjected to.
But four days had passed in a C-Ranked mission that was supposed to have only taken five to go and come back from. If he held on for a bit longer, he could expect search parties to be sent. If he could just hold out for a little more, then maybe he'd be saved from this hell on earth.
From the center of the encampment, Kiba was dragged into a large tent a few feet away from his past spot. The white haired man told him that this tent was were the leader slept along with his most trusted enforcers. After that, he lugged Kiba over what he proclaimed was his tent, which was a bit bigger than most of the tents to find in this place, but much smaller than the leader's. Apparently, he was the medic to the rogues and so deserved their respect.
His day was spent in that manner. With his legs threatening to fall under his weight, the medic managed to pull him all over the encampment while pointing out any and everything he deemed interesting. He even managed to get Kiba to snort once or twice on some snide comment about one of the men around them. His chest heaved painfully as he was forced to move for the first time in days, along with injured legs that had been slashed, burned, and cut up horribly. All in all, walking where this man wanted to take him was a great feat to undertake.
After he was forced around every single place of importance, the white haired man forced him to walk back to the giant tent in the camp, the leader's. When finally inside, Kiba was forced to sit down in the very center of the tent and then was given his dinner. Hours had passed since he had awoken to the white haired man bandaging him up. The sun had seemed just about ready to set when he was still outside.
His whole day had been spent on a glorified field trip around the grounds.
For once, the food he was given was not inedible. It was a piece of roasted chicken and getting to be stale bread, but it was something akin to a feast when compared to the scraps he had been given before.
The sinking feeling in his stomach only got worse at how good his meal was. If they were actually treating him like a human then they were planning something horrible.
Once he had finished eating, the leader of the group entered the tent with a group of about fifteen men behind him. One of them was the blonde that had thrown Kiba into this hell. Aside from them, he knew that there were four more men in here that presumably worked as servants.
"Please, my men, make yourselves comfortable." The leader announced with a charming smile, waving his arms to the sides to signal them to sit in the various mats located all across the large place.
This tent was akin to one that might be used by royalty. It was odd, really, to see something so lush and grand the belonged to mongrels like the men Kiba was surrounded by.
It took only a few minutes before all the men were comfortable in their spots and facing Kiba and the leader, whom now stood over the young boy with a comfortable smile in place.
"Drinks? Drinks for any of you?" He asked with actual desire to give coming from his voice, which managed to actually surprise Kiba but the boy did not allow his face to show it. A few of the men nodded and one of the skinniest men in the room began to serve them, while the rest shook their heads. "How about you, boy?" The leader asked, turning to Kiba. "A nice shot to help ease the pain?"
On the inside, Kiba thirsted for a drop of anything that might help him get rid of the pain. But he knew better than to take anything that was offered by this man. He could trust the medic to a certain degree. But the leader could not be trusted at all.
Kiba kept his head down and his knees drawn up to his chest with his arms wrapped around his legs. Instead of giving the man any answer, he kept his silence up. He knew the men would know that this was his way of saying no.
"Whatever you want, bitch." The leader said in a tone that was not laced in anger or hate, but instead sighed as if it was not an insult. "Please settle down so we may begin this small meeting. I have a great announcement to make!"
A few more minutes passed before all of the men were seated with drinks in hand and actually paying attention to their leader. But once he was sure all eyes were on him, the overly dramatic man began to speak in his grandiose way.
"In a moment of pure luck, our greatest scout, Hisato here, found us a small group to target." The ugly man began, motioning to the blonde man that waved at the cheers and claps that came from the men around him. "Even though the only merchant from the group managed to escape, we were able to keep the best treasure the caravan brought with them. This young man." The leader smiled down at the boy, a lecherous and disgusting smile that made Kiba's insides turn uncomfortably. "Kiba Inuzuka."
At the mention of his name, the dog nin couldn't help but wonder just what filthy plan the boastful leader had come up with for his torture.
It came as a slight shock to the teenager to hear that the blonde man that had first used him had an actual name. To him, all of these men were vile and foul. The very thought of them maybe being human had always been one he tried to avoid. To see them as human would be to admit that they weren't the grotesque demons he had chosen to see them as over the past few days. And to not see them as demons, to see them as actual people, would further shatter Kiba's fragile hope.
"I am very sure that you are all more than pleased with the services the Inuzuka bitch has given us all... But I have decided that the young boy deserves a small break from our constant use." The man announced and now Kiba couldn't keep the shock away from his face. He looked up at the man with wide eyes, foolishly allowing emotions onto his face. The man smiled down at him in a way that let Kiba knew he enjoyed seeing Kiba's earnestness.
There was a flutter of voices that piped up at the odd words that came from the man, but none of the men directly voiced their concerns to the man. Instead they hushed after ten seconds or so and allowed the man to continue speaking. They were just as well trained as Kiba was becoming.
"How about we afford young Kiba the chance to feel the very pleasure he gives you?" The man continued theatrically and Kiba's heart began to sink lower than it had before. "Please, Medic, bring in the two lucky candidates! Give a round of applause for the lucky two that might be picked by Kiba to use for his wants and needs!"
The front flap of the tent billowed open and in walked the man with the white hair with an almost deranged smile on his face. The people that came in after him were enough of a reason for Kiba to whine deep in his throat. Tears rose in his eyes at the idea the man's words had painted in his brain... He couldn't do what the man wanted him to do! There was no way!
"His teammates!" The leader almost cheered as the men around him began to cheer, whoop, and clap as both teenagers were forced to enter the tent.
Their hands and feet were shackled and their movements restricted, but from what Kiba could see, they looked they same they had the last time he saw them. That meant that maybe the men had kept to their promise of only using Kiba for their fun. Hinata kept her head down but Kiba knew from the soft shudder of her shoulders that she was barely restraining tears. Shino, on the other hand, kept his gaze calm and collected as he looked all around the tent from behind his sunglasses.
Yet, when the teen's eyes fell on the fallen boy in the middle of the room, Shino couldn't help but be mildly surprised. The state Kiba was in...
"Kiba, my pet, you are allowed to choose either of your teammates to take all of your frustrations out on!" The leader dropped down so he was crouching beside the boy, arm slung over his dirtied and bloodied shoulders. "And the best part is that we will get to see the action, men!" He announced, garnering further accolades from the men around him.
Bile rose in Kiba's throat at the very idea of doing what the men had done to him to his either of his friends. But when he began to shake his head to tell the man that he would not sink so low, the man's arm lashed out suddenly and slapped him across the face.
Shino tried to jump at the man, but one of the large men that had come in with him held him back and stopped him from getting any closer to the people in the center of the tent. Hinata could only whine and squeak in fear at what she had heard.
"Now you listen to me, you slut, the deal was that we wouldn't hurt them. And we've kept to that bargain." The leader hissed into Kiba's ears and the boy looked at him with wide eyes and mouth agape.
"B-But... You can't expect me to do that!" The boy wheezed out, eyes flitting from the ugly man over to his two friends. "They're my friends. I would never do what you did to me to them!"
Now the leader's hand crawled up the boy's back and clutched the back of his neck tightly, violently pulling Kiba into the man's side. "We use you, you keep your friends safe. And now we have new rules. That's how the world works, kid. You use one, they both stay safe."
"K-Kiba kun!" Hinata gasped when she finally allowed herself to look up, only to see the terrible state her friend was in. "Are you okay?!"
But Shino only kept his silence. The Aburame did not say a word nor betrayed any emotions. At least Kiba could always count on his friend looking like a human statue at all times, no matter how perilous the moment.
The man beside Kiba began to chuckle darkly at Hinata's shout, "Oh, she would sound beautiful."
Kiba's eyes closed tightly and he breathed in and out sharply as he felt his chest tighten. These men had no honor. Kiba was sure of it now. They had a deal. They were supposed to have kept to their own end of the deal. But why would they? They had all the power and all the control. All Kiba had was his body and his pain. There was no way for him to beat them now. And it would only be a matter of time before both of his teammates were injured like he was.
"Why are you doing this?"
Kiba regretted to know that this was his voice. What had happened to the once proud and loud voice he used? Where had it gone? Why had it been replaced by this broken hush that almost resembled Hinata's own quiver?
The leader shrugged before smiling wickedly at all of his men, "We are all men, kid. We need to get our rocks off somehow!"
The laughter that came from all around made Kiba hate every single person in this room even more.
"Now hurry up and choose one to rape." The man's grip tightened once more as he hissed those words into Kiba's ear, turning his face so he could look directly at his teammates. "You know I am not one for patience."
He had to decide... He despised the idea, but there was nothing else to do. He would have to... Just thinking of what they wanted him to do caused the boy to gag and want to curl up and just hide away from the whole world.
Two choices. Two teammates. Two lives he had fought tooth and nail for. Two lives he had wanted to keep intact. Two lives he would now be forced to damage and break.
He couldn't think of how much pain he would cause whichever friend he chose. And he would not be able to feel the same pain. Even though he had been raped, it had been by these monsters. It hadn't been by a trusted friend and teammate. No matter who he chose, either Shino or Hinata would end up even more broken than Kiba already was.
Kiba allowed his gaze to fall onto the ground for a moment to try and prepare himself to look at his friends. Then, when he looked up at Hinata, the sight of her bright and innocent pale eyes immediately let him know he would never do such a horrible thing to her. If he ever touched her in that manner... Then he would deserve to be stripped of his ninja status and exiled from Konoha, no matter the situation he had been caught in. No type of pain ever warranted hurting such a pure soul.
Then he moved his sorrowful eyes to Shino and knew that they were both on the same page. A slight nod from Shino was all the assurance Kiba could have. He felt despicable just thinking of what he was to do and opened his mouth to speak up.
At first, the words wouldn't come out. Instead Kiba was left stuttering and gasping at the thought of what he was to do to Shino when the men wanted him to. But a harsh growl and the threat of being hit once more by the leader was all Kiba needed for his answer to be ripped from his mouth.
"Shino!"
The sick smile sent his way let Kiba know he had sunk to the level of all the men around him.
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