"Right." Phil cleared his throat "I can't even believe I'm saying this. I'm the only one that is going to do whatever he wants in order to get food."
"Er. No." Dan dismissed him. "Don't you forget about me. The two of us will do whatever he sadistically desires for us to do, in order to get
food."
"Why just you two? And what does he want?" Chris groaned, pushing himself up off of the floor.
"He wants us to fuck him. He wants to beat us into submission and whip us until we cry. He wants us to suck his cock. He wants to use us for
experiments. What the fuck did you think he wanted us to do? Cook his breakfast?"
"Dan. Cool it."
"Phil! I am calm. And why just us two? Because, if I am correct, you two are twelve. Twelve. Fucking underage. It's worse enough that we are
being held captive by someone who likes the idea of two grown men being raped and beaten, but the fact that they decide to throw
two twelve year olds into the mix is just disgusting.
"Surely someone would have found us by now." PJ whispered, his head in his hands.
"Don't hold your breath." Dan and Phil said in unison.
"So. How are you going to even get this old dude's attention in order to give up your anus?" Chris attempted to put some humour into the
sentence, but it simply fell like stones in a pool.
"Knock on the door." Phil suggested.
"Whatever. But neither one of you are.. as Chris put it... giving up your anuses. Neither one of you. Am I clear? And if one of the guards, or
anybody, attempt to fuck you, you fucking kill them. Am I clear?"
"Yes."
"Yep."
"Ok. I can't believe I am even doing this. Dan... can you sort me out?"
"Alright. Boys, look away." The two turned to face the opposite direction as Dan stood in front of Phil to make him look 'suitable'.
He flattened Phil's hair, which was thick with grease, into the neatest state possible. Then, reaching under one of the beds to find a
discarded piece of cloth, he wrapped it around Phil's hands. "I'm sorry." He whispered, as he tied a knot and secured to strip. He took hold of
Phil's boxers and rubbed his length until it stood of its own accord. "I'm sorry." He whispered again, a silent tear rolling down his cheek. "It
shouldn't be like this. None of this should be like this. We should be home. We should be safe. We should be at home." Dan stopped, his voice
catching. Taking a deep breath, he continued "Just do what you have to."
Phil walked slowly over to the door and awkwardly, as his hands were tied, knocked.
In no less than 5 seconds, Darton opened the door, slowly and cautiously. He grinned eagerly upon seeing Phil's hands bound and his boxers
taunt over his penis.
"Take me to Lord." He said quietly, eyes to the floor.
"As much as I want to save you for myself, I must do as you ask. But I'll have you after, sure to hell I will." He swallowed enthusiastically and
then grabbed Phil's neck and pulled his down the corridor.
"You're joking! He's having us on!" PJ said excitedly, staring wide-eyed at the open door.
"No harm in trying." Chris nodded, PJ smiled vigorously at him.
"No. There is every fucking harm in trying. You run out of this cell, I know it is tempting, but you run out of this cell and there is no doubt about
you getting caught. Then, you get caught, and you will be punished. You will be beaten beyond compare, and yes, you will most likely be raped.
Multiple times. You run out there and you run the risk of even being killed. Phil has seen them kill a man. A man not much older than him or I. You
run out there and you may never come back. And then what do you think will happen to me? To Phil? If you two run off and get caught, which
you will, they will punish us also. You just can't. I can't express enough how much I wish it would be that simple, that we could
all masquerade off through that door, but we just can't. I'm sorry."
"Wise words, Daniel." A gruff voice sounded from the corridor, echoing around the cell.
"Uncle?" Dan spoke as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes glazed and his hands trembled, his face the colour of the walls. "Uncle? Is that... you?"
He asked with some sort of hope that he was not.
"Well guessed Daniel. Now guess where you are." The man moved closer, the sound of his steps nearing the door.
"No. No.. please no."
"Yes, Daniel. You know don't you? You know exactly where you are. Did you not remember? I would have thought you would
memories are unstoppable, unforgettable. You have nightmares about me, don't you Daniel? Don't you?"
"Stop. Now."
"No." PJ and Chris could hear the crazed grin in his voice. "Where are we Daniel?"
"In your house."
"Wrong. Not in."
"Under." Dan was still, frozen stiff. "We are under your house."
"Well done Daniel. You deserve a sweet." He threw a flat blue packet at him as he entered the room.
"That's not a sweet." Chris spoke out loud. "It's a condom."
"You really are a genius." The man rewarded him with a mad smile. "Now. Do you remember this, Daniel? Do you? Shall I hold your hair again so
you don't escape? Shall I tape your mouth so you don't scream? Shall I tie you down so you don't go running to Mummy? Shall I cut the phone-
line so you don't call the police? Oh.. Wait.. I know what I'll do... I'll fuck you right here and now right in front of your cousin and your pathetic
boyfriend's cousin. Shall I? Shall I Daniel."
"Yes." His voice was weak, he had had to say that many times before and it showed.
"Dad?" PJ was just as shocked as Dan and Chris were, yet more horrified than them both. "Why?"
