A/N 2: Sorry about the delay – I've been on work placement as well as managing university and my actual job so free-time's pretty much been a foreign concept lately. Enjoy and please remember to review - it helps guilt me into sneak writing paragraphs of the next chapter when I'm supposed to be working. :)

Warnings: Angst, kidnap, (violence, ATTEMPTED RAPE (not overly graphic)- in this chapter)

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Jared awoke with a start at the sound of the lock being turned. Straining his eyes in yet another fruitless attempt to see through the all-encompassing darkness that surrounded him, Jared held his breath as he listened to the sound of footsteps drawing ever closer to him. He felt as much as heard when the man halted his progress next to the bed Jared was currently bound to. The sound of something being placed on what must have been a table by Jared's head echoed loudly through the silence. Jared was about to force out a question, a noise, anything – trying to speak through his parched, burning throat and cracked, dry lips, but before he could wretch out a sound, there was a click and Jared was blinded by the sudden appearance of light in his black prison. Blinking furiously to force his eyes to adjust, Jared surveyed his surroundings anew. He could now see that the source of the light came from a small lamp situated on an old oak cabinet to the left of his head. The light emitted was tiny and dim, almost dull enough to be completely consumed, engulfed by the surrounding shadows of the room, nut not quite. Even though it didn't allow Jared to see much more than an inch or two of the space around it, he was still thankful for this small measure of brightness to give him a new perceptive of his constant waking nightmare. Through the weak bulb, he could just about see that the material binding his left wrist (and presumably his other three bound limbs) to the metal headboard was some-kind of rope, he could see – however useless the information ultimately was – that he was laying on pristine white sheets and he could now see that the sound he had originally taken for a tray, or other-such object being placed on the table by him was actually in fact a metal serving trolly that had been pushed semi-forcefully up against the cabinet. Jared couldn't make out everything that adorned the trolly, but from what he could see, there appeared to be a variety of covered plates, trays and bowls placed on top, he briefly wondered at their purpose before coming to the conclusion that it was obvious he was going to find out soon anyway as whatever the trolly was for, it had clearly been brought for him. Gathering his courage, Jared looked up towards his captor, who it would seem had not allowed the light in order to have a face-to-face confrontation, for instead the man stood back from the light. His shape was visible but the features of his face blended in with the shadows, making them impossible to determine.

Jared was snapped out of his observations by the man's low, deceptively soothing voice.

"Don't look so worried Jared, I'm not going to hurt you I swear. I'd never do anything to cause you unnecessary pain. . ."

At this Jared could not hold back his indignation even if he'd wanted to. Forcing out words, raw and painful from his dry throat Jared scoffed:

"So then what do you call kidnapping me? Tying me to this fucking bed? What in the hell do you call that if not pain? If not suffering?"

"Like I said I would never cause you any unnecessary pain – look, babe . . ."

"Don't you fucking call me that! You have no right! I'm not your anything!"

"You ARE mine and whether you want to or not, sooner or later you are going to start acting like it! I understand that it may take some time, but it will happen – you will give in, and as soon as you do, you'll realise that this, was always meant to be. We belong together."

"You're wrong."

"Look . . . I don't wanna argue, not now, that's not what I came to see you for."

"Then why exactly did you come to see me? To admire you're sick handiwork?"

"Must everything be a fight between us? Don't get me wrong, I love your fire but I just . . . I just figured you'd be hungry by now is all – unless you'd rather starve down here?"

At the mention of food Jared was uncomfortably reminded that he'd been trapped in his makeshift cell for god-only-knows-how-long, but it seemed to have been a long time, and hadn't eaten or drank anything in all that time.

The man moved toward the trolley and began lifting some of the covers of the trays. Leaving the trays for the moment he reached under the lower compartment of the trolley and pulled out two pillows which he proceeded to place underneath Jared's back and head, using them to prop him up – forcing the bound man's arms to pull taught awkwardly under the added strain. After this the man proceeded to bring a bottle of water retrieved from the trolley up to Jared's lips, forcing him to drink the cool, soothing liquid before moving on to force-feeding Jared some kind of warm broth which was apparently high in calories so just as good as 'real' food – or at least that's what Jared got from the incessant half-explanatory, half-baby talk the man spouted throughout the process. Jared supposed he should have put up more of a fuss, after all the concept of anyone feeding him tied to a bed, let alone this deranged lunatic was an embarrassing concept but Jared was tired, the dehydration and hunger had long since allowed the set-in of fatigue. Plus with this man being as disturbed as he was, there was a strong possibility that the man would have him go without the nutrients if Jared attempted to struggle against him – in the long run it just wasn't worth it, and even if the food was drugged, then at least it'd allow him a few more blissful hours respite in oblivion from this hell. Perhaps it was better to just play along for now and figure out an escape later, when he was rested, fed and had hopefully gained enough of this lunatic's trust to garner him some amount of freedom from his restraints.

Lost in his musings it came as a shock when Jared felt the warm press of a wet sponge against his naked flesh. Trying to squirm away as much as he was able Jared stammered:

"W-what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Chuckling softly the man responded:

"Don't look so worried Jared, I'm just cleaning you – It can get hot in here and I'm sure it can't be comfortable lying around in your own sweat."

"I-I'm fine really – just stop! Stop it!"

"Jared you're just making things more difficult by struggling – it's not as if you really have a choice now is it? So just lay back and let me take care of you."

As much as he hated the idea Jared knew the man was right – he was helpless. The only thing he could do was close himself off in his own mind away from what was happening and try to keep down the bile that rose to burn at the back of his throat every time the man brushed along his flesh with the sponge.

He'd managed to block out the man's actions fairly successfully right up until he felt it. He felt the man's hand on his skin without the sponge – caressing his pecs and stomach, gliding down slowly but surely down to his legs with clear intent. No, no! This wasn't happening! Not this. Helpless to really fight against the man's unwelcome touches, bound as he was, Jared started to thrash wildly withing his restraints, trying to buck off the touch – if nothing else, then to get through to the man that this was not going to happen, Jared wasn't just going to lie there and meekly accept it while this monster raped him!

Unfortunately it seemed that the man had other ideas as he climbed on the bed and knelt between Jared's forcibly parted thighs, seemingly unfazed by Jared's obvious distress and fruitless attempts at escape. The man ran his hands up and down Jared's chest headless of his victims screams for him to stop – for him to just get off him and leave him alone. He seemed to be almost in a trance induced by his own lust as he leaned down and began mouthing at Jared's nipples.

Jared's struggles increased – he couldn't let this happen. He wouldn't. By now Jared was fighting his bonds so hard that the rope rubbing against his squirming flesh had tightened and cut into the flesh of his wrists and ankles causing small rivers of blood to flow from the wound down his arms and feet.

As the man seemed to grow bored of Jared's chest and began traveling his mouth down wards Jared suddenly found a burst of strength enough to rip his right arm from it's restraint in a mass of torn flesh and blood which had allowed him to slip his damaged hand from the biting rope headless of the further pain and injuries it caused him. Raising his mangled, newly-freed arm Jared used all of his strength to push the man's shoulder causing him to topple from above Jared and over the side of the bed, crashing into the serving trolley on the way down.

"Don't you fucking touch me you sick pervert!"

Jared's relief-spurred indignation was short lived as the man rose from his place on the floor amongst the fallen trolley. He was furious as in a sudden fit of violence that Jared had not experienced from him before the man brought his hand back and punched Jared across the face. Hard. Jared's head swung to the side from the force of the blow causing him to crack his forehead against the unforgiving metal of the headboard, causing a split to appear in the flesh there as well, the blood traveling down Jared's face like a river of red tears to mix with the blood filling his mouth from his new severely busted lip. Staying as still as possible in preparation for any further violence Jared listened to the man suck in a shocked breath of air, apparently at the force of his own action. Not daring to try and look in the man's direction he heard the sounds of his attacker moving about the room gathering something from the mess adorning the floor. Then before Jared had time to react the man was in front of him pressing a damp cloth to his bleeding lip before moving onto his damaged forehead all the while murmuring apologies and excuses – assurances that it was a spur of the moment action of anger and that it would never happen again – as if Jared had never heard that one before, sure the situation was like nothing he'd ever experienced before but the tendencies he was painfully familiar with were showing themselves. It was all he'd known before . . . before – no he couldn't think of his husband now, not now. Jensen was his safety net, he didn't want thoughts of his kind, loving beautiful husband anywhere near this. His husband was the one who'd glued him back together again as Jared knew he would again once he got away from this psycho. If he got away from this psycho.

Knowing that despite the man's reassurances the threat of violence still loomed over him Jared kept perfectly still and silent as the man finished tending to his wounds and began to speak softly.

"I'm sorry baby, You have no idea how sorry I am – but – but you pushed me and I just snapped. You brought it on yourself. You see this is why we need the ropes baby, because trust is earned and now we know that we aren't there yet don't we. So how how's about we just chalk this up to a lesson learned and move on – what do you say? . . . well I'm going to need to get you some antiseptic for the mess you've made of your wrists – so I'll just go get that. I'll be back soon . . . but for the mean-time I have to find something softer to tie that arm back up."

Not bothering to look Jared felt the man shift and tie some kind of scarf around his wrist and the bedpost binding them together once more. Afterward the man tuned of the dim light on the table and Jared listened to his footsteps grow faint as they reached the door. It was only once Jared was certain the man had left him alone in the blackened room that he allowed the tears to fall.

TBC..