A/N: In case you hadn't seen it I had an error with chapter 8 and had missed half of it so check back that you read the part i added before continuing.
On that note, enjoy.
Chapter 9:
(Kyle POV)
I was left alone while Cartman had gone to use the restroom. This was my chance to escape, I finally wasn't tied up. Physically I was free and could run but mentally I was scared. I didn't know what to do or where to go.
My breathing quickened as all the painful events that had just happened swept my brain. I was all alone and Cartman was the only support or source of protection I had. I didn't trust him by any means, I hated him, but I also knew I would be dead if he hadn't just saved me.
I leaned against the crates of the warehouse we were currently hiding in and let out a sorrowful sigh. I was losing hope.
This current moment was the first time I had been alone to just breathe in several days.
My breath hitched as my lungs hurt from where Donovan had struck. That fucker knew how to hit.
It was such a relief to be away from him.
I rubbed my sore wrists before a loud bang echoed in the building.
My body jolted up as I got to my feet. My heart was pounding against my chest at the sound of footsteps bouncing off the walls. I moved my body along the crates making myself fit in between some. It was a futile attempt, they had already seen me.
My arm was yanked hard and pulled towards my attacker as I was thrown onto the floor. I received a complementary kick to the gut causing me to cough out for air in desperation. I squirmed over and tilted my head up to see my attacker. My anger shattered into fear at that smug face I fucking hated.
"Hey Kitten, I've been dying to see you," he hissed. The light hit his scarred up face making him look even more contorted in his rage.
I crawled up to my knees backing up into another crate "stay the fuck away from me."
"I see you're just as feisty as ever," his hands locked with my hair as he yanked my head up "what do you say about getting declawed?" He shook me around pulling at my hair "I'm gonna make you suffer."
His words were full of ice, it wasn't hard to tell he was pissed, and I was the source of his malice.
"You should feel sorry for what you fucking did to me!" I could see spit fly from his mouth in his fit of rage "how about you go ahead and apologize?"
And give him exactly what he wants in doing so?
Fuck no.
"You deserved it," I could hear my voice being lost to fear and I'm sure he noticed it all the more.
"You little fucker!"
He grabbed onto my hair harder and shook me around like a toy. I didn't feel his fingers leave until my face was planted in the ground.
"Look what you made me do, if I hurt you now it will ruin everything."
Was he fucking mental?
"I'm just warming you up for the big show, you should know you're the main attraction."
His hand smacked against the side of my head, keeping my cheek on the cold cement floor.
"Hold his arms down," He ordered to Jerry and Smoke.
"What the fuck are you doing? Get away from me!" I yelled mostly into the ground below.
They pinned my arms down. I couldn't move the upper portion of my body.
Donovan took his hand off my head.
"You know what's coming next. I want to hear you beg, to hear you scream." He laughed demonically.
"Listen to yourself, you're fucking crazy!" I tried to move but it was already futile "don't do this, you're only going to end up regretting it."
I had to try.
"I'll regret it if I don't."
His was lifting my waist into the air and removing my pants, leaving them at my knees.
"CARTMAN!" my voice cracked midscream.
"He's not going to save you kitten, it's just me and you now," he laughed again "and I guess these guys too."
Sick fucker.
I couldn't move anything but my head and lower half but even that was extremely limited.
"Stop please, I'm sorry I cut your face just please let me go."
"I don't want a fucking apology, I already told you right now all I want is to make you suffer."
I hadn't heard himself remove anything which is why I was entirely surprised when he slammed inside me as hard as he could and dry.
I gasped brokenly as water filled my eyes. I couldn't have screamed even if I wanted to, all that was there was pain.
"Fucking shit, I know why Cartman wanted you so badly to himself now, fucking incredible."
Tears were pooling on the floor, carrying with them my feeling of disgust.
Of humiliation.
The food didn't seem so incredible anymore, I wanted to throw up.
I didn't want to cry out, to give him that victory even as he tore into me.
It was the worst fifteen minutes of my entirety. From the moment it began to his explosion as he left my body.
"Fucking great kitten."
His hands left me followed by the other two pairs.
I felt dirty. As if anything I touched would become filthy like me.
Donovan kicked my body over so I was on my side.
"That was a good time kitten," he smirked "now put your fucking pants on."
I weakly fixed my clothes. He was getting impatient with my slow pace but as soon as they were on again his mood seemed to brighten once more.
"You've done fucking great so far kitten but now it's time for you to really shine."
I gulped.
"You don't know how much in the dark you've been so far but that's okay because it's all working out."
I somehow managed to sit up. I hugged my legs tightly watching Donovan as he began to pace back and forth.
"Your family really misses you kitten, been looking all over. You know they are even on every station of the television, want to hear what they said?"
I shook my head. No.
"That's no way to treat them after they worked so hard to raise you," his grin widened "they asked us to give them a sign that you're alive and okay," he chortled.
I could feel more tears falling down my pale skin.
Mom, Dad, and Ike I wish everything could go back to how it was. Back to before all of this, to the days I would fight Ike over the remote so I could watch my favorite stations. To when my mom would always make sure I wasn't getting into any trouble with my friends. I missed my friends. Stan and Kenny. I could picture their smiling faces as we joked about anything and everything. All the adventure we had and how….
I came back to reality with a smack across my cheek. Of course all that stuff was in the past now and it already was starting to feel like nothing more than memories and adventures I would no longer ever be able to continue.
"You listening? I'm fucking talking to you," Donovan's face was too close for my liking but I guess 5 million miles away would still be too close.
"I was telling you how we're going to let them know you're alive, although we can't really give them the okay part now can we?"
"Leave my family out of this."
"I'm not going to hurt them, I just have a little present planned for them from us."
He lifted up the dagger I had destroyed his face with for me to see.
"No, no, no!" I fled backwards but not quick enough for he grabbed my hair again.
"Stay still, I wouldn't want to miss."
I felt the knife against my scalp for a mere instant before it was gone and with it a strand of my curly red hair.
"Don't look too relieved, this is only the attention grabber, we still have to make it a hit."
Just then I saw Cartman coming.
"Cartman….he…" I couldn't even say the words to let him know what happened. I was disgraceful. Pathetic.
I tried to stand but was knocked back down by Donovan.
Why wasn't Cartman doing anything?
"Ready when you are," Donovan huffed.
Cartman didn't look at me directly he only focused at what was in his hands. He pointed it up at me, granting my eyes a view. Its silver gleam was cruel as he fixated it on me.
"That's right Kyle, we're going to make sure your parents don't miss a second of it with this camera."
No this was wrong. Everything was falling apart even more. Had Cartman been in on it the whole time? Was he never intending to help me but only planning to act his part so that I could break even more? Why wouldn't he even look at me outside of the lens?
Fucking coward.
I saw a red light emit from the device. It was recording.
"and action," Cartman directed.
I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and looked just in time to see Donavan's fist fly into my face. I fall back slightly but hands catch around my throat, yanking my face up to the camera.
"Mister and Misses.." he hesitates not knowing what to call them, "kitten what are their names?"
I turn my eyes away which is rewarded with another hit.
"Last name kitten, tell me your fucking last name!"
I see him preparing another attack.
"Broflowski!" I sputter out in chunky breaths.
"Yes as he said," his attention is taken back to the camera "well as you can see your son is alive. Look at him sitting here all not dead and stuff. We wouldn't have been able to show you either if it hadn't been for your glorious message that wished for us to give you a view of his being."
He crunched his fingers around my throat. I choked air as I tried to hit his arms away.
"Such as shame for you that his wellbeing can so easily be altered."
Donovan brought me up to my feet to stand.
I didn't get much time to catch my breath because after he let go of my neck his fist plowed into my gut.
My eyes widened as I felt a surge of fire and blood come out of my mouth. He was strong, no doubt about it.
"You made a mess, I do believe your dear mum must have taught you better than that kitten. In fact she probably didn't teach you to be a dick fucking whore either," Donovan changed his stare from me to the camera again as if speaking directly to my parents "Kyle isn't very good at taking it yet, he cries every time but there is always time to be taught."
I could see the camera shake in anger. Something bothered Cartman there, maybe it was the news of me being raped.
"Let's see how durable his body is now," Donovan heaved me into someone who was wearing a mask now. Looking around all of his cronies were.
His knee now took its turn on my stomach and I fell down. I shrieked in pain trying to hold it in, to try and hide the hurt.
Donovan stomped his foot onto my crotch.
"Fucking little slut, look at you," he grinded it against me. A pain stricken moan left my mouth. Some men would relate being kicked in the balls similar to a woman giving childbirth in pain levels. In this circumstance I would overly agree.
He stomped down several more times, laughing as he did so.
I wasn't even allowed to hold myself when he had finished. I was pulled back to my feet only to be elbowed and return to the ground.
I couldn't tell which limb belonged to who as they all took turns tossing me around like a rag doll. Kicks and fists came from every direction. I spat a mouthful of blood that was the due cause of a stray hook.
It was only the beginning.
I was thrown around countless times, making my way around bashes from every angle.
They stopped for a moment, I tried to crawl away.
"Tsk tsk trying to escape now are we?"
After his heel blasted into my fibia there was an inhuman snap followed by a death defying scream. I cried in pain trying to move but that only made me suffer more.
Donovan dragged me up on my one good leg. I whimpered through wet howls.
I wasn't silenced until I felt a sharp pinch in my abdomen.
"How does it feel?"
I thought it was just another fist at first but the feeling of cold metal was twisted into my inside past the barriers of skin.
It felt warm and sticky around the site other than the cool blade that's edges were burning dramatically.
I patted my hand over to touch what this foreign pain was.
I fingered around a familiar handle and looked down. Blood was soaking the floor beneath me.
"You fucking asshole! Fucking psycho what did you do?!" I couldn't tell who was yelling.
"I said I wouldn't kill him. Stay back and continue filming."
"Fuck that! This has done too far!"
I wasn't sure when I fell on the ground but landing on the dagger wasn't going well.
I spurted out more blood.
Everything sounded distant.
Colors were colliding and sound was beginning to fade until for a while nothing was left but a short humming in the back of my head.
Donovan was fighting the camera from Cartman who was yelling at the top of his lungs without making a sound.
I watched as he removed the cassette and taped my curl of hair onto it. He handed it to someone but I couldn't tell who it was.
I was drowning in my own blood.
Cartman had come to my side at some point and rolled me over onto my back. His mouth moved but no words came out.
Nothing hurt anymore, it felt like I was detached from it all and nothing more than a spectator to this nightmare.
Cartman took the knife out and I could faintly see him fighting my life blood.
Men began to push Cartman away. They drug me by my arms as if I was contagious. I felt that way too.
A weight had been added to my good leg.
I don't even remember being taken into the woods and lifted into the water I had washed myself in the day before.
I wished I could have felt its cool touch as it swarmed around my body.
I couldn't move a single muscle at this point, not even to blink.
They let go.
I sank, down a trench the weight on my leg carried me to the bottom.
I didn't want to fight it. I wanted to be relieved of the suffering.
I would miss everyone but I'm sure they would understand.
I saw Cartman's face in front of mine, had they perhaps thrown him down with me?
I didn't care, it was nice to have some company.
His mouth was against mine.
He was giving me air. My eyes carelessly followed as he tried to fight whatever was holding me down. He swam upwards and I felt lonely for a bit until he returned to share some more air with me.
I closed my eyes. He was trying to save me but it was already over.
A/N: Poor Kyle.
What will happen next?
Will Kyle survive?
Has he really given up?
This chapter has taken us back to the opening paragraphs of the story from chapter 1 but it's not over yet.
Side note reviews are very nice to receive and give me motivation to continue :)
