A/N Here's Chapter 14!

"Mmmmph~ mmm!" Misaki cried, muffled by his own shirt that Takana had cut off and tied around his mouth. He sobbed and thrashed and squirmed and yanked his chains, scared and helpless. The tears never stopped pouring from his eyes as Takana's hands shamelessly roamed all around Misaki's bare chest. Misaki threw his head back in angst. This knismesis had gone on for several hours now, as if Takana were trying to sooth the wounds he had brought upon him earlier. It didn't hurt, but Misaki hated it just as much as he would if it had. Takana finally went up a level and lapped his tongue on Misaki's stomach, causing him to shift to the side, trying to get as far away from Takana as possible. Takana's tongue trailed upwards to one of Misaki's nipples and flicked it lightly. Misaki could feel his heart rate go up, and his breathing getting faster and heavier at the sensation that made him feel filthy.

"I didn't get to have this much fun with you before," Takana said. "I should have shackled you up the night I bought you. Both of our lives would have been a hell lot easier. It was a pain in the ass figuring out where you were, and obtaining all these precautions to make sure you can't escape from me again, don't think you'll get out of this situation with impunity, love."

Misaki whimpered beneath the shirt. He never stopped struggling in his bindings, but it seemed as though the more he did, the tighter they got. Takana's grip only tightened as well as he placed both hands on Misaki's hips to keep him still while he gnawed his sensitive stubs quite hard. Misaki let out a muffled scream, still not used to the foreign feeling.

"I'm not letting you off so easy this time..." Takana growled. He slipped a hand into Misaki's pants, groping the clothed length there. Misaki yanked his chains even tighter.

"Keep struggling... it's sexy." Takana said with a menacing smirk. He pulled Misaki's pants and drawers down to his knees where they sat on the floor. Misaki hung his head, feeling unbearably humiliated. He continued to cry as much as he breathed, his heart and mind twisting every which way in pain and sorrow. He flinched at the sound of Takana unzipping his own pants, and revealing his familiar erection.

"Mmm-mm!" Misaki shook his head, looking Takana in the eye for the first time that night. His eyes were full of sadness and fear. He must have known this, hoping to convey his desperation to Takana's potential hidden heart, but no such hope came to be. Takana simply smiled as he removed the rest of his clothes. The fear Misaki felt grew and became more unbearable by the second. He continued to resists as much as his weak body could, especially when Takana, now fully naked, moved in between Misaki and the wall.

"You know," Takana said lowly as he wrapped his arms around Misaki's neck rather tightly, cutting off his small amount of air, "I was going to be gentle with you because you're a virgin... but now I'm going to make sure you can't even think about running away, because all you'll be thinking about is how much pain you're going to be in by the time I'm finished with you."

Misaki once again felt the tip of Takana's heat dangerously close to his lower regions. Misaki's desperate thrashing caused the shirt that kept him quiet to slip off his head and drape around his neck.

"No!" Misaki screamed as loudly as possible. His voice unbelievably high pitched and chalky, Takana felt a bit of pain in his ear as a result. "No! No! No!" He continued to scream, louder each time. Takana forcefully covered Misaki's mouth with his hand.

"Mmmmph!" Misaki said again.

"Keep quiet, love, someone will hear you," Takana said. "That would ruin all the fun if someone were to come here... not that they would anyways."

Misaki opened his teary eyes.

"As beautiful as you are, love, that's all there is to you," Takana continued. "You're just an angel without wings, completely helpless and vulnerable to a dangerous predator. You can't do a damn thing... and nobody will do a damn thing for you... nobody truly cares about a pathetic street rat such as yourself. That's why you ended up at that auction... and that's why you're here with me now. Don't bother to try and run away. You're getting nothing more than you deserve. So keep still..." Takana, pushed his dry tip into Misaki's unprepared entrance.

Misaki let out another muffled screamed. That's all he could do when he felt himself being penetrated for the first time, and by a man such as Takana. His screaming went on as Takana shoved his length deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside. He paused for a moment, taking Misaki's chin in his hand and forcing him to look at him. A slit of teary green could be seen on Misaki's face. Takana smiled and pecked him on the lips. "This is what you deserve."

Takana began to thrust rapidly in and out of Misaki. Misaki mewled in excruciating pain. His insides felt as if they were being torn to shreds, along with his heart and his mind. Takana's length felt no different than an over-sized needle that had been lit on fire. And he could feel it inside of him. Misaki ran out of voice after all of his screaming, and only let out muffled squeaks at that point. Takana never ceased his actions, only making them more intense by the minute. After God knows how long, Misaki went limp and lost all feeling in his body. The sun could be seen rising up from behind the mountains before Misaki slipped into unconsciousness.

Akihiko drove his distinct sports car all over the streets of Tokyo, in search of his precious Misaki. He hadn't had a bit of sleep since he left the hospital, but he ignored his personal needs for rest. He could not rest even if he wanted to until he found Misaki, and not even after that. He drove by Takahiro's apartment, looking for traces of Misaki. He drove by the police station, the beach, and the building that was on top of the underground auction center. No signs of Misaki could be seen, and Akihiko put his head on the steering wheel, burying his face in his arms. He felt ready to cry more. No, he felt ready to kill someone.

This so called "police officer" had ruined his plans. After all these years, Akihiko finally managed to obtain Misaki, and he planned on replacing all of Misaki's sad years with new, happy ones. He couldn't give up this plan now. Not when he was so close. He felt angrier at the suspect by the second. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, and began to drive again. He pulled up to the same red light he was stopped at when he spotted Misaki running through the streets that night. Akihiko noticed this, and averted his gaze to the same alley he saw Misaki run out of. Determined, he pulled his car into a nearby parking lot. He stepped out of the car, and walked down that very alley.

Misaki woke up slowly after a couple of hours, in the same room he was in before. His hands were no longer chained to the wall, and he used this freedom to hug his stomach rather tightly to ease the pain he felt there. He couldn't help it, he threw up, the memories flooding back, the pain in his stomach and hips as clear proof. He collapsed to his side on the floor, still hugging his stomach. He was still crying and couldn't seem to stop, no matter how hard he tried. Just when he thought his life might get better, everything went wrong in a flash. The only person who ever cared about him was gone. He would never see Akihiko again. This thought pained him even more. He did nothing but lay on the floor and cry for the next hour. The sunlight crept through the blinds dimly, pouring little light into the room.

Misaki sat up eventually, still crying, but finding the strength to finally move. He looked around the room. He was perfectly aware of how the room looked at this point.. what he was looking for was some kind of sharp object he could use. The first time he thought about suicide, the thought scared him. But now, he wanted nothing more than to end it. He stood up, his legs shaking, struggling to support him. When all of his naked skin was revealed to the cold air, he shivered. He looked over at Akihiko's cut up pajamas, feeling the tears fall down once more. His eyes then made their way over to another set of clothes lying on the floor, simple blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt. Misaki knew they belonged to Takana, but couldn't bear being in the nude any longer, only feeling more and more sick every time he thought about it. He slipped into Takana's clothes hesitatingly. They were much too large, but Misaki was used to that by now.

He staggered over to the door, where he fell to his knees. The knob would not turn, and he realized it was locked. He laid both hands on the door, weakly trying to force it open. It did not, and Misaki felt his heart go stiff. He suddenly felt very uneasy and began to bang on the door desperately.

"Let me out of here! Help!" he cried, pounding on the door with his fist. He didn't know why he was crying for help when he knew Takana would be the only individual to eventually make an appearance. It was almost as if he expected Takahiro to show up at the door and let him out to cook or clean. How could this horrible part of his life repeat itself? Misaki couldn't understand it, and began to cry even harder.

"Please..." Misaki whimpered, sliding down to the floor, hugging his stomach once more. He snapped back into reality when he heard footsteps on the other side of the door. He stumbled back, not wanting to see Takana. What the hell was he thinking, drawing attention to himself like that? He scrambled to the corner of the room when the footsteps got louder and closer. He curled up as much as he could into the corner, wanting as much distance between him and Takana as possible. Although this was on instinct, he knew this attempt at comfort would be short lived.

Metallic sounds could be heard from the door, conveying it was being unlocked. The door opened. Misaki buried his face in his arms and knees, fear filling his body once more as the tears continued to fall.

No... please, God, no more...

"Misaki?" A voice was heard, a voice that did not belong to Takana. Confused, Misaki looked up at the mysterious person, his face going shocked at who he saw standing before him.

Usagi-san...

A/N Poor Misaki...

Was that too cliffhanger-ish? I wasn't trying to make it like that. :I Oh well.

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter nevertheless!

-Tiny