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Riki followed behind the guards that led him from his new area to a modern office area through a secret entrance. He stared around the room; there was a double bed within a white frame, a white chair and a white desk with a white and grey keyboard a few inches from a slit in the desk.

"Wait until the Warden arrives," the guard ordered, unshackling him and throwing him inside.

The door slid shut behind him, locking him inside until further notice. He picked himself up from the ground, before he started to walk around the room a bit. There was one panel on each wall that was almost another material than the rest, it was a glossy white compared to the matte texture of the wall. Riki walked up to it, pressing his hand to the mysterious panel. What was it? It wasn't the lights because they were above, running around the entirety of the room in a strip that illuminated the space with a gentle natural light. He felt a warmth from the other side of the panel, which stumped him more.

The door sounded, and Riki whipped around to stare at the Warden who entered. "Ready to work?"

Riki nodded. "Yes, sir."

The Warden smiled, "Call me Archard."

Riki again nodded.

"Good. Now allow me to show you what I expect of you," Archard explained, leading the dark haired boy to the computer.


Iason grinned, watching the mongrel approached the spot he was watching him from. It was almost as if Riki knew that he was at that exact spot, and it intrigued Iason.

He touched his hand to the panel, surprised at how small the mongrel's hand was compared to his. Iason grinned as Riki's frown increased before he pulled away at the entrance of his father.

Iason had a feeling he could gain a lot of valuable information from occasionally watching Riki from more than the CCTV footage. Yes, he would keep a watchful eye on this perplexing mongrel.


"See if you can decode any of these," Archard explained, gliding his hand along the screen. "These are all pieces of evidence left behind by a serial killer. We believe this was his way of communicating his reasoning for his actions or his regret."

"Regret?" Riki repeated.

The Warden nodded, "We found these files upon a data chip, and engraved into it was an apology." He paused. "The police couldn't find anything significant on the data chip, therefore they had no leads." With one swift motion, he opened one of the files of the data chip. "See? The serial killer used some sort of codes that cannot be deciphered."

Riki stared at the files, opening all of them to confirm they contained HTML coding that appeared to be nonsensical. All the messages within the files contained codes of random letters thrown into the HTML coding set as if the person were playing around with the keys and then put the letters into the form and into a file.

"You can start with this," Archard agreed. "When or if you think of something record it and then call for me."


"You think he can possibly decipher anything?" Iason inquired, watching the boy fiddle around with the useless files. "The police said there was nothing after they thoroughly examined it."

"I believe that the police might have given up too soon," he objected. "Or..."

"They're hiding something?"

Archard nodded, "I think they might know something, but until we have evidence we cannot accuse the police force."


Riki flopped down in his bed, his brain wandering what the hell kind of code was left by the serial killer. If the serial killer was notorious for leaving messages behind, then what the hell was it? He tried using every single decoding technique that he had ever learned, and that was on the first file! He hadn't even dared to look through the others.

The distressed boy rolled over, wondering how the hell he could decode something that was absolute nonsense. If he didn't decode it, then he would never gain his freedom and that pissed him off.

He decided that in order to gain a better understanding of the serial killer, he would need more examples of his previous messages. Perhaps this was his first time leaving messages in code form and he had gotten it wrong? But either way, Riki needed something more to go on or he would be staring at a hopeless message for all of his life in prison.

Riki felt himself sighing, the roughness of the first day as the Warden's taking a toll on him. He missed the care free days of being with his gang, selling drugs and getting into fights. He wondered what the others were doing, surely they heard of Guy's death and him supposedly doing it. Would they believe the lies? If he ever cracked the codes and got out, would they believe him? He hoped they would. Riki began to feel depressed again, the loss of his partner hitting him hard. He thought he had made it clear to the others that if they fucked with Guy, they fucked with him, but for someone to straight up murder... Riki dug his nails into the mattress. He'd find whoever did it, and he would make them pay ten fold for what they did.


Iason watched as Riki retired from the useless attempt at decoding, clearly upset about failing and other topics. He wondered what was going through the mongrel's mind as he laid there looking very angry before he fell asleep. Perhaps he could help him a little? He set his monitoring tablet down, striding across his room and out the secret exit that led to the doorway of Riki's room. He slipped in silently, walking up to the boy.

He wasn't entirely sure what he had intended to do, but he'd see what happened. Carefully pulling the capsule from his pocket he brushed the boy's lips with him and managed to coerce it inside. He watched as Riki unknowingly swallowed, ingesting it without any problems—as it was quite small.

Iason leaned down and whispered into Riki's ear. "Don't you dare forget about me..." Riki moaned in his sleep, his body shivering as the fast acting drug commenced. "Yes...don't forget my touch, Riki..." He slid his hand down to Riki's manhood, giving a sharp squeeze that made Riki gasp. "You belong to me...!"

Riki opened his eyes, breathless and disorientated. He jolted upward, his eyes glancing around the dimly lit room but not spotting any immediate threat to him. He relaxed, then moaned and was horrified to find himself with a raging hard on. He panicked as he realized he was covered in sweat, insanely thirsty and all he could think about was that son of a bitch blonde! "Fuck!" he growled, sliding his hand down into his sweats and grabbing onto his erection that was on the verge of bursting.

He knew he was being watched by cameras, but he couldn't help it! He covered his hips with the sheet and proceeded to jack himself off. Riki just wanted to get it done so that he could go back to sleep and forget about this bullshit life he now lived. He moaned softly as he felt his lower half tense up as if he was about to climax. "C'mon...c...c'mon..." he moaned, his hips bucking as if to urge the orgasm to occur. He closed his eyes, licking his lips as he felt the pleasure take over and then froze as he felt it die down to a dull arousal. "What the fuck?"

Never, ever, ever had Riki had troubles like this! He felt panic seep through him at the thought that something had happened to his manhood—not his beloved manhood.

Riki shook his head, and started to stroke himself again, hoping that this time would work.

Iason watched from the comfort of his room, the sight of the mongrel masturbating with such vigor fueled the spark that had ignited within him the first night he had touched Riki. Such passion and pleasure the boy seemed to be feeling just from a small dosage of the potent drugs. He wondered how long until his body would react to the drug and when the boy would gain his release? It would be interesting to see.


Riki moaned loudly, thankful that his cell was soundproof. He threw himself forward, his body arching downward so his behind was high in the air and his chin was digging into the sheets. He desperately pumped his aching cock, the flesh feeling as if it were on fire with lust. He was dripping pre cum profusely, the liquid splattering and staining the sheets.

"Uuughn...!" Riki moaned, the feeling of pleasure feeling like a curse as he once again reached plausible climax. "Ah...aughhh..." He bit into the sheets, hoping to muffle his cries. "Mmmmn...mff..." His hips began to buck again, pain shooting through the tired lower half. He was so far gone that the pleasure and pain began to feel like the same thing. "A...ahhh!"

As if his body finally understood, Riki shuddered and the seed spilled from his tired body. He fell forward, absolutely exhausted and unable to even reposition himself in the bed. His eyes felt heavy as the tension left his body and his mind finally ceased to think about the blonde as it went peacefully blank.

Iason grinned, watching as Riki fell forward and finally passed out. Never had he witnessed something so arousing, he felt his hips tingling in anticipation and wish so badly to fuck Riki. But he would resist. He wanted Riki's brain to be riddled with him, so the mongrel couldn't refuse him. He had put Riki through hell, as he wanted to train Riki's body to relate his voice and touch with pleasure, so that when he captured him after his assignment was done his body would give in to his touch even when the mongrel tried to rebel. Iason had everything planned out so that Riki's body would crave him during the time period he was helping the Warden and he wouldn't be able to refuse him.


"You're ignoring me," Raoul commented, flipping through a book as he easily read the pages. He was hoping to provoke the redhead into talking, but so far had failed. "Do you know why I brought all of those maids into my room?"

Katze stiffened up in his bed, but refused to give in. He was rather curious as to why he would bring all of those women to his room if he toyed with them before making them disappear, but he didn't want to give the man any hope that he was cooperating.

"I was testing them, you could say," he continued, flipping the page. "Weeding out the ones that were stealing from us and who wanted the family wealth. You see, when you get a lady comfortable and slip her a few drugs into her drink, she chirps like a bird."

So that was it, the maids were attempting to steal and were caught by Raoul. Then he would lure them back to his room with his charm, play with them a bit before pulling the plug. Katze couldn't help but feel bad for the pitiful creatures who fell into Raoul's snare.

"It's so hard to find proper maids," Raoul sighed. "They all start out faithful but as time passes and they see the wealth around them, they become envious and disregard everything in hopes of gleaning a bit of the forbidden fruits." He closed with book with a audible thud. "You were the same, and yet something changed within you. You lost all your desire for the wealth, tell me why that is?"

Katze bit his tongue, preventing himself from answering. As a thief, he was rather skilled and everything almost went so easily. He had gotten cocky in his abilities, thinking he had everything planned out and when Master Mink caught him, he thought he was doomed.

But rather then send him to the police, Master Mink decided he was usable in his household. It was an unforeseen occurrence, but Katze took it. From that point on, he didn't care about wealth as he had a better job, one where he actually mattered and received some respect to a degree.

Raoul sighed. "I prefer a talking cell partner, not a mute one." He threw the book onto the floor. "You're such a bore."

Katze rolled his eyes, how long was Master Raoul going to play this game? What the heck did the man want from him? "Goodnight, Raoul," he simply answered, irking the man even more.


Riki rested his head on the table, the lack of sleep hitting him hard. He was exhausted, sore and incredibly pissed off. What the hell had been last night? Why had he woken up, thought of Iason and then been highly aroused? Even better question was why did it take so long to climax? Was he getting sick or had he contracted a disease from his rapists somehow?

He couldn't help but feel guilty that not once had his actual partner crossed his mind while he pleasured himself. It was just Iason. The damn son of a bitch! He wanted to give that blonde bastard a good punch to the face as soon as he saw him.

Riki sighed, tugging on his black hair between his fingers as he wobbled upward and back to his bed. He'd have to tell the Warden he was taking a sick day if he was questioned.

"Did he find anything?"

"No," Archard sighed. "He seemed so frustrated and confused by the code."

"Perhaps he needs some of the killer's previous codes to get a hint?" Iason suggested.

"Is your man able to get that?"

Iason nodded. "He knows how to get those things." He paused as he was about to turn away and leave. "Let Riki rest for the day. He's had a very rough night."

Archard watched as his son left him with a grin on his face.


Awaking several hours later, Riki forced himself to get up and move around his room a bit. He realized he had kind of fucked up, because now he had less room to roam and less air to breathe. He now really felt like a caged animal, compared to his life before which he had freedom to do things as well as see others.

"Fuck..." he sighed, plunking down at the chair to once again stare at the HTML code of doom. He had tried to decipher the contents and all the incite it had given him was that the coder was an idiot. He may not know much about serial killers, but they generally left familiarity in their crimes. And if this wasn't the usual, then what was the point? No message was being provided, no virus or access code could be found. It was just random letters.

Riki once again laid his head down on the table, tugging his hair. He felt a dull ache in his hips, reminding him of last night. He gritted his teeth, remembering the blonde's face and the voice that his mind had conjured up to torment him. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't it be Guy? Guy and him had done it many times, both of them switching up as top and bottom. So why was he finding it so hard to remember all of those times? All be could do was think of Iason. That first encounter, the pleasure and humiliation that tainted his body.

Would he ever forget?


To Be Continued