AN: Alright, this one is longer than six was. I hope you all like it. It's a pretty darkish chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood.

Rating: MA

Spoilers: Combat.

Warnings: Non-con, very bad Jack… usual stuff for this fic.

Ianto's POV

I felt stupid for letting Owen know about my dreams. Even now as we drove across town heading back to the hub I could feel his concerned eyes on me. He thought I was crazy, I knew he did. But he didn't understand. These dreams…. They had to be real.

"When did these dreams of yours start?" Owen asked.

"After we went camping."

"Ianto, I know that you think that it's some sort of, I don't know, psychic link or something, but I am sure it's just stress."

"I thought so too. But not after tonight's dream. Really, think about it Owen. I dream about weevils being kidnapped and then Jack calls and says a weevil's been kidnapped."

Owen let out a sigh. "I really need to figure out a way to get you away from Jack before you go totally nuts."

"What if it's something alien Owen? What if I'm like afflicted with some alien virus? What if Jack gave me some futuristic STD? Like syphilis. But you know instead of just going crazy I start seeing the future? Or what the future could be."

Owen looked over at me quickly as if I had just grown two heads. "Yep, getting you away from Jack is now at the top of my list."

TW-TW-TW

Jack was sitting on the couch when Owen and I came through the cog door. He jumped up at the sight of me and ran over like a puppy who hadn't seen its owner all day. I stood still as Jack first pulled me into a hug and then cupped my face in his hands. "I've missed you," he stated and then pulled me into a forceful kiss. "Did you miss me?" he asked as he pulled away.

"Sure," I said not really in the mood to argue today. He grabbed my hand and led me back to the couch where he sat and pulled me down beside him putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Alright Tosh, where is that van?" he chimed.

I barely listened as the team set about tracking the van that had kidnapped the weevil. Soon my eyes began to get tired and I found myself nodding off. I wanted Jack to send me to bed, but he didn't, he just sat with his arm around me and gave orders to the others. Eventually I couldn't stay awake any longer so I drew my feet up onto the couch and leaned my head against Jack's chest. He gently ran his fingers through my hair and soon I was dreaming again.

Dream Jack was sitting behind his desk and I was leaning on it in front of him. He was telling me an outlandish story. About a doctor… and a girl named Rose. He spoke of them fondly, telling me it was because of them he had changed his con-man ways.

I joked and told him that he hadn't change at all, he regularly conned me out of my clothing. He stood up and captured my lips.

"Most would say it was the other way around," he replied gently his hand moving down to caress my cock through my trousers.

I awoke with a start. Jack was staring down at me and my head was in his lap. "Shh…" he said softly, "You head to bed blue eyes I have to go check out a warehouse with Tosh."

"What time is it?" I mumble simply because it felt like morning.

"Ten am," Jack replied. "You were moaning in your sleep."

I quickly shot up and looked around the space to see if the others were nearby.

"I was the only one who heard you." Jack grinned he grabbed my crotch roughly. "It must have been about me seeing how hard this is."

"It wasn't!" I snapped pushing his hand away and refusing to believe that Dream Jack and the Jack in front of me were the same person.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Who was it then?"

"I don't remember," I lied.

"Then it could've been me," he pointed out.

I shrugged.

"You go to the bunker and get some more sleep," he sighed.

"I'm not tired."

He narrowed his eyes. "I want you in the bunker until I get back. I need to know you're safe."

"I'll be safe in the hub." I said realizing after I said it that I should have just gone to the bunker.

Jack stood up and grabbed my wrist he pulled me up off the couch and began to drag me toward his office. He pushed me up against the now closed door and pressed his body hard against mine. "No one will be here. So you can't be out alone. You haven't earned my trust yet, and at the rate you're going you never will."

I felt my sanity snap at that moment. With all the strength I had I pushed him away from me. I was surprised that it worked. I quickly moved to the desk where I grabbed a pen. Yes, not the best choice of weapon, I know.

"What are you doing?"

"I refuse to be your toy any longer!" I yelled and then I stabbed him with the pen in his shoulder. It stunned him momentarily and soon I was heading to the armory. I was going to shoot him repeatedly until he finally stayed dead.

Unfortunately he caught me before I could grab a weapon he pushed me to the ground and he held his hands over my throat. I knew I was about to die. I knew I would wake up restrained. I accepted that fate and let the darkness take me.

Owen's POV

I ran from the medical bay when I heard the disturbance between Jack and Ianto. I arrived just in time to see the light leave Ianto's eyes.

Jack quickly got off the Welshman then grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be a very big knife, and threw it at the wall with a massive amount of force.

"Do you have something to say?" Jack spat at me.

I shook my head.

"Good! I'm taking no more advice from you about this situation," he growled pointing at the lifeless body on the ground. Suddenly Ianto breathed back to life and Jack punched him in the face before he could clearly register his surroundings. He then bent over and tossed the limp man over his shoulder and then he disappeared with him into his office.

Gwen and Tosh stuck their heads around the corner clearly shaken.

"Tosh, you go wait in the SUV for him. He's angry enough, let's not push it. Gwen get on the computer and look busy for Christ sake!" I snapped at them, they both rushed to comply, and I rushed back to the med bay.

It was nearly an hour later that Jack and Tosh returned with a weevil victim and then it was nearly midnight when we figured out what was happening by a text message that came into the dead man's phone.

When I saw the weevil cage it made my head spin. Ianto's had seen it in his dream. The only difference though was I didn't get in this cage. I did however get a nice black eye and a deep gash when we were escorting the weevil back to its cell. It was better than nearly dying though.

Ianto's POV

When I woke up or came back to life whatever you prefer I was hand cuffed to Jack's bed, although I wasn't on the bed I was on the floor, and of course I was naked. There was note from Jack on the bed.

Toy,

Because you felt like you were a toy I have decided to treat you as such. I hope you are comfortable on the floor, because you are no longer allowed on the bed.

I looked at the bed. What was stopping me from getting on it now? Just to start out my new role out with a bit of rebellion I rolled onto the bed. I realized quickly that with my hands cuffed it wasn't that comfortable but I didn't care. Instead I continued to read Jack's letter.

Also, I will be deciding what and when you eat, sleep, fuck, and piss. You will be confined to the bed as you are now when I have no need for you. Just like putting a toy on the shelf.

I stopped reading. I really didn't want to know the rest. I was sure to find out. I fell asleep on the bed, despite how uncomfortable it was. If he thought this was going to turn me into a good sex slave then he was in for a rude awakening.

TW-TW-TW

I was awoken by Jack throwing me off the bed. I heard, rather than felt, both my wrists break. I yelled out when the pain hit me but then tried to remain quiet so as not to give Jack the satisfaction of hearing my distress. They would heal quickly anyway.

He lunged at me and pressed me hard against the brick wall of his bunker. I kept quiet even as I felt the harsh scratches the brink left on my face. My wrists were holding a dull pain and I realized that they most likely wouldn't heal until they were snapped back in place, that or they would heal awkwardly and require re-breaking to get them to heal correctly.

"Is there a reason you were in the bed Toy?"

"I'm not your toy!"

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so I could look and him and nowhere else. "Oh yes you are. And it seems I've broken you." He growled pulling my body towards his and effectively sending a new wave of pain through my wrists. I couldn't help but cry out then, the pain was almost unbearable.

"I will fix them if it asks nicely."

"I'm not an 'it'" I growled.

He pulled my body again and this time I began to sob after the initial scream.

"Okay now the correct way for it to ask would be, 'Captain please fix your toy's wrists'."

"Fuck you," I whimpered. He tugged me again. "I'm never going to give in to you. I hate you." He gave another very rough tug and I felt the cuffs dig into my skin and then came a slight trickle of blood. I began to pull against them now despite the pain. If I bled out and died then my body would reset.

"I'll just brake them again," he growled realizing my plan. I stopped moving and leaned my head against the wall. This was a new low for me. I was regretting my decision to stab the undying man with a pen. "Ask correctly and I will take the pain away," he explained again. I started to sob. It was all too much. "It did this to itself."

"I didn't," I sobbed. He bit my shoulder.

If anyone was still in the hub there was no why they hadn't heard my scream.

"Please," I cried, "please."

"Ask correctly."

I let out a gentle whimper and then finally gave in. "Captain, please fix your toy's wrists," I said so softly I could hardly even hear it.

Jack pulled the key to the cuffs out of his shirt pocket and undid my cuffs. "We'll have to wait for that gash to heal first," he explained. I nodded to show I understood. "Okay, be a good Toy while I go get the Doctor. He will know better than me how to set the bones." He got up and began to head up the ladder to his office. I stayed still and tried my best not to look at my wrists. The bleeding had stopped and the pain was better but they had healed all wrong, so I was about to have to have them broken again and then set properly, not a prospect I was looking forward to.

Owen began to descend down the ladder. I noticed immediately that he had a black eye and an angry red slash across his face. He didn't meet my eyes when he knelt in front of me. He took my right wrist in his hand and gently poked around to feel where the bones had connected wrong. I chanced a look down and wished that I hadn't because it wasn't natural for my hand to be bent the way it was.

"It would be less painful if we just let his body reset," Owen explained looking up at Jack. I knew that meant to kill me.

"Well, it should have thought about it before it behaved so badly." Jack sneered.

"Just do it," I whimpered only to find myself being kicked in the side. I let out a surprised squeal.

"It wasn't given permission to speak!" Jack growled down at me.

I felt the hand that Owen had on my wrist tremble slightly. "We have to break the wrists again. I won't be able to do it here."

Jack let out a frustrated grunt before pulling me to my feet and slamming my head into the wall and I entered the darkness again.

TW-TW-TW

I was hand cuffed to the bed again when I came back to life. Thankfully though I felt no pain. I turned to see Jack laying comfortable on his bed reading a book. He was pretending not to notice that I had just woken up and that was fine with me. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes hoping sleep would come to me. I didn't even know what day it was or what time it was. My internal clock was all messed up.

I startled when I felt Jack's hand's touch mine. "I want to play with my toy before I go to sleep," he leered undoing the cuffs. I kept quiet. I really didn't want to die again. He pulled me up onto the bed and onto my stomach. I stayed still as he prepared me. He then took me quickly and before I knew it I was forced back onto the floor and cuffed to the bed.

"That was a good toy," Jack said gently running his thumb along my chin. He got off the bed and went to the dresser. He pulled out a thin blanket from the bottom drawer and handed to me. "What do you say?"

"Thank you,' I replied. He patted my head then got back into bed. At least I got to sleep alone.

The dream that came that night was not pleasant. I found myself searching the Hub trying to find Dream Jack, but he wasn't there… he was gone, just like my hope.