AUTHOR'S NOTE: This part was written while I was in an angry/confused mood...forgive me if it's lacking in quality. (Yeah, like that's any different from the rest of the chapters...) Anyway, enjoy. :)

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Pip winced as Craig's fingers dug into the flesh of his arm. Struggling against the wave of fatigue that was quickly dragging him towards sleep, Pip was aware of being dragged down the hallway. Craig loomed above him, wearing a sick smile and a huge hole in his neck.

Craig seemed to be looking for something. He stopped at every doorway to peer inside...apparently disappointed by the contents of each room. Finally, as the ache inside Pip's arm grew and the chains of fatigue tightened, Craig appeared satisfied with Pip's parents room.

"Perfect." Craig grinned down at his captive. "There's plenty of room to move around in here."

Pip groaned. He hated his parents' room. Everything inside of it always had to be placed just-so. Pip's mother, who suffered from severe obsessive compulsive disorder, even had a special comb to straighten the fringe on the Oriental rug beneath the bed. The bed, an imposing king-size built of cherry wood with thick posts at each of its corners, reminded Pip of a massive beast lounging in the middle of the room.

With a grunt, Craig pulled Pip's body into the room. He nearly screamed when Craig's nails dug ever deeper into his skin.

"Up we go," Craig said cheerfully. Using an abnormal amount of strength, he roughly pulled Pip to his feet. Feeling woozy, Pip nearly fell over...afraid for a moment that he would pass out. When Craig steadied him, Pip found himself pressed tightly against his chest...the scratchy feeling of Craig's t-shirt brought him back to reality, and his odor (akin to brimstone and sweat) burned his nose. Sluggishly, he tried to look up into Craig's face.

This is insanity, he thought. I have to find some way to escape...I don't even want to think about what Craig's going to do to me...

Weakly, Pip tried to push himself away from Craig; his muscles feeling like warm milk in his body. If only he hadn't inhaled that vapor - he felt so helpless! Determinedly, he tried to push himself away from Craig.

"That's right, keep struggling. Tire yourself out...you're only making it easier for me. Besides, I like when you fight me...," Craig smiled down at him almost tenderly. Pip wanted to cry from frustration.

Suddenly, Craig curved a hand behind's Pip head, jerked his face upwards, and brought his mouth savagely to Pip's. Pip, who hadn't been expecting this, fell completely against Craig, his hands grabbing at his shirt. His eyes rolled back in his head at the force of Craig's kiss and a tremor of disgust ran through his body. Like that night in the school, Craig's peppermint breath made bile rise in his throat.

No, not again! Pip's mind screamed.

Somehow, Pip managed to find the strength to take his hand and push it underneath Craig's chin...tiredly, he shoved Craig's face away; interrupting the kiss. His assailant's head snapped back, and for a moment, Pip thought he was going to fall backwards. Instead, Craig regained his footing, rubbed his chin, and looked at Pip with amused eyes. He began to chuckle.

Without Craig holding him up, Pip's legs almost buckled underneath him. Hurriedly, he reached for one of the bedposts and clung to it...his entire body shaking. With as much courage as he could muster, he glared defiantly at Craig. Fresh sweat broke out across his body...partly from fatigue, but mostly from a sudden adrenaline rush - Craig may have the upper hand, but he sure as hell wasn't going to roll over for him this time.

"Stop it, Craig. I know you're not even you anymore...so would you knock it off and just let me explain what's going on? If you don't, you'll regret it when you come to your senses." Inwardly, Pip was pretty sure that wasn't the case...but he still had to try and reason with him. Gulping down a few breaths of air, Pip continued, "Craig, Damien is back in town...and he's using you to hurt me...to get me to do something for him. Can't you -"

Striding across the floor, Craig was in front of Pip in a heartbeat. Pip's words died in his mouth, taken aback by how swiftly Craig had moved. Without a word, Craig savagely backhanded him across the mouth, sending him crashing to the floor. Sickeningly, Pip felt his lip split open...and the salty taste of blood slid over his tongue. Whimpering, he lay on the floor with his hair hanging in his face. From between the strands, he saw Craig's feet cross the floor...in a moment, Craig had yanked him to his feet again, this time taking him roughly by the shoulders. He shook Pip so hard he thought his neck was going to snap.

"I like it when you resist Pip, but I didn't say you could put your hands on me." Craig seethed. He continued to shake Pip savagely. Taking him by the throat, he slammed Pip down on the bed...then knelt on top of him to keep him from moving. "Here's where the real fun begins, Piparoo."

In a daze, Pip just stared up at Craig. Tears gathered in his eyes and began to fall down his face, mingling with the blood that was seeping from his mouth. The pink mixture trickled down his chin and became a pool between his collar bones. Seeing this, Craig bent down and gently lapped it up...making Pip cringe and squirm.

"Mmm, we're going to have to keep you from moving." He murmured against Pip's skin. "What would you suggest we do?"

Pip's face, which had flushed at the feeling of Craig's tongue on his skin, became even more red now. What kind of question was that? And what the hell kind of answer could he possibly want? Ashamed, he turned his face away from Craig.

Craig snickered. "Don't worry, I'll think of something."

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There's a box beneath the bed, the so-called 'Bringer of Truth's' voice whispered in Craig's head. Open it. Its contents are just what you're looking for.

Craig smiled, and thanked the voice for its help. He ran a fingertip along Pip's jaw. "If you move, I'll gut you like a fish. Understand?"

Pip nodded, not daring to look at Craig. His blond hair fell around his head like an angel's halo. Craig almost sighed at the boy's beauty...but the desire to destroy it kept him from entertaining any tender notions.

Quickly, Craig slid off the bed and to the floor. Reaching into the darkness, he felt around for the box the voice spoke of. At first all he felt was dead air, but all at once his hand brushed across a smooth surface. Excitement coursed through Craig as he drew the box out from under the bed. The box, which was made of wood and quite heavy, had a small padlock on the front. Craig eyed it with distaste.

Break it with your hand. You're quite capable of doing so, the voice said, encouraging him.

Exhibiting strength that surprised even him, Craig placed his fingers upon the lock and twisted it off neatly. Even before it hit the floor, Craig had whipped the box's lid open. Looking just like a child digging through his toy-box, Craig sifted through the box's contents excitedly.

"Good, God," He said in awe. "Pip, your parents are complete freaks!"

A low groan was Pip's only response. Craig ignored it.

Slowly, and with great amusement, Craig pulled out a cavalcade of sexual devices and lined them up on the floor. "Pip, you should look at this shit: there are ball-gags, whips, clamps, plugs..."

His voice trailed off. "Oh, Pip...we are going to have so much fun with these."

Standing up, Craig waved something in front of Pip's face. Pip shook his head, trying to understand what he was seeing...

Craig had managed to find two pairs of -

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...handcuffs? My parents have handcuffs in a box under their bed? Pip's mind screeched. And what else did Craig say...clamps? Plugs? What could they possibly need those for? Pip's mind reeled with Craig's discovery. God, as if this night couldn't get any more horrific...!

The moonlight winked off the metal surface of the handcuffs. Pip gulped. Craig snapped one pair open. "Wow. These are some pretty heavy-duty handcuffs, dude. Your parents obviously didn't pick these up at Hot Topic for a couple of laughs...my uncle's a cop and his look almost exactly like these. Who knew your parents were such sexual deviants, huh?" Idly, he peered into the box again. "There's a mask in here, too. Would you like to wear it?" He cocked his eyebrow in a coy manner.

Still trying to come to terms with his parents having a box full of hardcore sex-toys, Pip's mouth opened and closed soundlessly...for years, he had considered his parents the perfect examples of puritanical repression. They lived their lives and ran their household like it was post-World War 2 America...right down to his mother's sensible strand of pearls and lacy apron...not to mention his father's after-dinner cigar and tight-lipped lectures. Reality, as he knew it, was effectively coming apart at the seams.

How the hell did Craig even know that crap was under there? He wondered. Or rather, how did Damien know that box was there? I know Craig isn't operating on his own here...and he's not nearly smart enough to think of all this garbage on his own...

Helplessly, Pip watched as Craig snapped open the other set of 'cuffs. Feeling like he was having an out-of-body-experience, he felt one set close around his right wrist, and then the other. Craig shifted Pip's head to rest on the pillows...and then attached each set of handcuffs to the posts on either side of the headboard. The shame inside of Pip's stomach grew exponentially when he realized he was now completely unable to fight.

I can't believe I'm about to be accosted by my possessed classmate...while in the crucifixion pose, he thought, almost delirious now from the absurdity (and terror) of the situation. Not to mention the fact that it's happening on my parents' bed and with their handcuffs. Seriously, fuck my life.

Seemingly proud of his work, Craig stood back and rubbed his hands.

"Let's get the ball rolling!" He exclaimed.

TO BE CONTINUED.