Okay, I promised you guys a surprise and I'll fulfill that! I have to warn though, it comes early in this chapter(a little too early for my personal liking) but, that's okay, right?

Syx tried his best not to breath in the muggy air from inside the elevator. The light above flickered as the machine came to life and made its way upwards. When the elevator stopped on the top floor, it screeched and jumped with the sudden lack of movement and Syx almost feared it would fall with him on it.

It would certainly be my luck...

He wheeled the chair out carefully and turned along the small corridor to his open cell. He pulled his head toward the direction of the Warden's office and squinted his eyes at the clock on the wall,

7:45

When at his cell, he peeked inside for a sign of Minion, when he got none, he crept up beside the small bunk bed. A fearful and confused look set on his features as he pulled back the covers on the mattress.

"Minion?", he said lightly, his voice alerted. He continued to rummage around in the room and didn't notice when a large figure planted itself at the door, leaning on the bars, nonchalantly. When he got no recognition, the man crept up silently and puts his hands on Syx's shoulders, making him jump and look back. Syx leaped up from the wheelchair sharply before falling back hard against the wall, staring wide-eyed at the person in front of him. The man noticed the pained expression on the child's face and put on false concern,

"Oh, my poor baby, what happened to you?", he asked in a mocking tone, a smirk on his face. Syx would've come back with a glare if his current fear didn't otherwise cripple him frozen. The man figured he wasn't going to get an answer and continued,

"You wouldn't happen to be looking for that little fish of yours, would you, my dear?"

At the mention of Minion, Syx snapped out of his trance and felt his anger rise. He balled his hands into tight fists and made an effort to get up off of the cement floor despite the pain in his ankle. The man raised his hands defensively,

"Hey, calm down, he's safe and sound in my cell...but first...", he made his way toward Syx with smooth strides.

Syx tried to contain his whimper as the man stretched out his hand and caressed his cheek with the back of his fingers. Syx squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his heart rate go up. He knew he was in a rather inconvenient spot, being trapped against both the wall and the person he hated most in the entire prison. Syx's long nails dug into the cement wall behind him as he tried to unscramble his brain and figure a way out of this situation and back safely downstairs.

Suddenly, a large hand gripped his throat lightly as he was forced to look the man in the eye. He saw the sam hunger and desire as he'd seen so many other times, it seemed almost natural to him.

But, this isn't natural...Syx though to himself, Come on, this has to end...

And only you can end it.

Syx lowered his eyebrows in anger and wrenched his neck out of his hand, trying not to flinch as the mans nails scratched him. He then gathered whatever courage he could and pushed passed him, making his way, quickly, to the open door all the while trying to control his limp.

The door to freedom...he thought pleasantly, he'd forgotten that he wasn't out of the wood yet until he was yanked and slammed harshly back against the wall. He looked back into his captor's angry, dull eyes as he loomed over him,

"Bold today, aren't we?", he chuckled with little humor, "Well, we'll just have to fix that."

Syx didn't have enough time to realize what was happening before a solid blow landed itself under his left eye. He tumbled to the hard floor with a yelp of surprise. He landed in front of his heavy wheelchair, but it was simply thrown out of the way, and screeched along the floor as it fell to its side. Syx was so shocked at what little effort the man had to use that he didn't see his booted foot until it pushed into his stomach. Syx gasped at the force of the kick but didn't have time to recover before the man pulled him up off of the floor by his arm.

The man gripped him by his narrow shoulders, then threw him backward so that he fell onto the bed. Syx hadn't noticed the "supplies" the man had brought with him. A thin belt, and a roll of duct tape. Syx curled into a ball at the mere sight of them and inched away to the far corner of the bed.

The man casually picked up the roll of tape and examined it,

"You know, Syx. You should really get another role at school, this one's almost gone.", he threw it back onto the mattress.

He carefully crawled beneath the top bunk just far enough to reach an arm out and grab the child's leg. Pulling him easily out from the corner and to him. He took the role of tape in his hands an stretched out a length, snipping it quickly with his teeth. He looked up just in time to see Syx edging toward the other end of the bed, almost close enough to swing his legs off and make a run for it. He smiled at the futile effort,

"Oh, no you don't.", he said as he dragged the boy back by his waist. Syx let out a small series of whimpers at the touch. He also considered trying to fight back again as the duct tape was secured on his mouth, but figured it would only lead to moe trouble for him. As he waited for the inevitable, the man grabbed him and held him gently by his wrists in front of him, studying him with his hazel eyes,

"You're so beautiful...", he said, again reaching up a hand an lightly smoothing his cheek. Syx tried not shy away from his fingers, but didn't manage well. He felt the grip on his wrists tighten.

"You remind me a lot of my son...We used to bond like this, too. Up until his mother had me arrested for child abuse.", the mans eyes seemed to darken at the memories. He looked back at Syx with a new kind of...something, in his eyes. Syx couldn't quite place the look.

"You know I love you, right?", Syx looked at the man before him strangely. Love him? When Syx neither made a sound or movement, his eyes darkened again, and he forced the child down onto the mattress, holding both wrists in one hand while he fiddled to get the belt. He made loops around Syx's wrists, tying them together, but he didn't bother connecting it to the bed frame. It wouldn't take long. Syx winced as the man made a tight knot, surely cutting off his circulation, he thought. Suddenly, Syx let out a cry of pain as the man's weight shifted onto his injured ankle, nearly crushing the fragile bone. Syx lay stiffly under the adult, eyes full of fear and desperation.

Wayne sat impatiently at the table, drumming a finger on its smooth surface, looking at the elevator for the fourth time.

Where is he? Surely, it's not that far of a trip...

Wayne then began to think of the possibilities, maybe he'd gone back to the infirmary for something. Or maybe he was still looking for Minion...

He gave a heavy sigh, wondering if he should take it upon himself to go look for his friend while he half listened to the three inmates before him.

Syx cried out in shock as his shirt was ripped from his form. He had begun to shake and his fear rose up higher in his throat as he was flipped onto his stomach, his wrists now pinned under his body. He felt a hand on the back of his head, keeping him down, while the other did its work. He tried to be a as quiet as possible during the "preparation".

When it was over, he took notice to the terribly familiar feeling that had settled in his stomach. The feeling of one being so degraded in such a way left him with a new kind of strength, but he didn't dare act out on it. With the worst part of these sessions now approaching, the movement of the bed below him as the person got a better angle led him to start hyperventilating. He had no longer paid attention to the man and what he did up until he felt the pain he knew all to well. His back had involuntarily arched as he let out a silent cry, he found the hand back at his head and was pushed back down into the pillow. Now the movement began and he begged for the tears that had gathered in his eyes not to fall.

Wayne looked over at the black-framed clock that hund a few feet away in the Warden's office.

7:57

Wayne didn't like the fact that Syx still hadn't shown up. Where was he?

Wayne had soon decided that he'd had enough waiting and swung his legs out from under the table and standing. The three inmates that remained at the table had forgotten he was even there and were having a heated argument about "who-knows-what". Wayne walked calmly to the elevator, fighting the urge not to run.

Syx bit on his tongue so hard, he soon tasted his own blood. On account of the faster pace of the man, this session was almost over. Syx let a small amount of his relief wash over him, but he knew the worst was to come. He'd be up for the next two or three days sick; coughing up blood even. It normally always worked this way, and the man had never once apologized to him for it.

He doesn't love you. Don't ever forget that.

Syx's relief was suddenly torn out of his heart when he heard the sound of the elevator just down the hall. He gasped as a familiar heat rushed into him, but he was far too worried with which direction the person in the elevator was going.

Wayne walked out of the elevator and turned to his right. He'd figured that he would check every cell, then go back the other way to do the same.

"Syx? Where are you?"

Suddenly, he stopped in front of a large cell as a man with kept brown hair and hazel eyes was starting to walk out.

"Hey, excuse me, but have you seen...", Wayne trailed off mid sentence as he looked towards the bed, where a curled figure lay. A blue curled figure. Wayne's brow furrowed with both rage and confusion as he balled his fists and glared at the man.

"What did you do!", he took a step closer, fire in his eyes. Wayne swiftly shot forward and caught the man in his grip, then proceeded to throw him into the wall. As the man crumbled to the floor, Wayne grabbed the front of his shirt and brought a fist back. The only thing that stopped him from killing the man was his mind whispering to him.

There are more important people here that need you right now.

Wayne turned his head to look back at Syx, whose green eyes pleaded with him not to do it. Wayne felt his anger diminish under his friend's gaze. He tuned and glared back at man before picking him up by his shirt, and nearly throwing him off of the second floor. Nearly. Wayne stood there in the doorway for a moment, then he looked back walked to the bed.

Syx himself, was curled in on himself. Hands still bound and legs up near his chest. Wayne looked sadly down at him before grabbing the blanket off of the top bunk and laying it carefully over him. Wayne bent down and slowly removed the strand of duct tape from his mouth. Syx refused to look him in the eye out of shame. While Wayne worked on the knotted belt around his wrists, he spotted the dark bruise below his left eye, then noticed th series of bruises along his small body, mainly at his shoulders and hips. At the release of his hands, Syx shrunk back and hugged his arms tightly.

Wayne felt awkward standing there with nothing left to do. He decided to take a chance and he crawled up slowly onto the bed an layed down behind Syx, draping an arm gently over his waist as he shook. The two soon fell sleep to the sweet lull of each other's company and heartbeats.

Yes! I have done it! I know this probably wasn't a surprise, and sorry for not being very detailed for all you pervs out there:) Anyway, I hope this was at least somewhat good because I feel great! I was also waaaaaaaayyyy too lazy to try and come up with a name for this guy, so you guys can name him whatever you want:)