A/N: This chapter is going to include abuse/hints of non-con. You've been warned! And special thanks to Olympus Has Fallen for inspiring this chapter! You're awesome :)

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Sebastian always knew he was gay. He never fancied other little girls even when he was young, yet unlike most other kids, he never felt it was wrong. He liked boys and that was it. It was simple as that. He never questioned it. Never bothered to try to like girls. It was only when he entered middle school that he clearly grasped the concept of sexuality.

Sebastian spent most of his time alone ever since he could remember. He had nannies when he was too young to take care of himself, but even then, the nannies made sure to strictly do their jobs and nothing more. His father was always out on business trips and meeting people, while his mother kept herself busy with social gatherings. In other words, he had no fond memories of both his parents.

Years went by. Sebastian became more cynical and sarcastic. He developed a tough exterior to mask the fact that, in reality, he was lonely. He may be the son of the almighty Smythe empire, but he was still human. He craved human interaction. Not the shallow ones of sycophants who were after his father's power, but of those who cared for him as a person. Ironically, he turned to sleeping around with strangers. He filled his nights with mindless sex that provided temporary relief to the void he felt.

At first, it was men he met at clubs. Then it quickly moved onto sons of other powerful men who were still in the closet. He wanted to see them fall. He couldn't understand why their rich parents loved them, while his parents hated him so much. He wanted to test the other families. To see if their parents would be so supportive if they found out their son was sleeping with another man.

Sebastian stared at his reflection in the mirror. He tried smiling but frowned immediately. He didn't like how he looked when he smiled. It was so clearly fake, yet no one called it out. Maybe no one cared enough to pay close attention, or people just knew but didn't comment on it. He tried smiling again but ended up just shaking his head.

His father had set up another social gathering at the Smythe mansion. These events were becoming way too frequent for his liking, but he dared not complain. When the guests came, he was just going to have to smile and act like the best son a father could ask for. He was Sebastian Smythe. He was supposed to be charming, well-spoken, sophisticated and respectable. So he put on the same old mask and glanced at his reflection for the last time before leaving his room.

He hated what he saw.

He entered the ballroom with his mother, who didn't spare so much as a friendly greeting or a smile his way. But he was OK with that. He was used to it, and frankly, he wouldn't know how to hold a conversation with her anyway. All they needed to do was play the loving mother and the equally loving son for the next few hours and that was it. He could go back to his room and do whatever the hell he wanted to.

Sebastian did his thing, greeting all the powerful people in the room. He smiled and made jokes. After finishing a full circle, he retreated to the balcony. He needed some fresh air. He stood there, staring at the sky, wondering when the damn thing was going to be over.

"Oh, hey."

Sebastian turned around at the unfamiliar voice. No one ever ventured into the balcony during any events, so he was surprised to see someone his age standing there with a sheepish smile on his face. He could vaguely make out the dirty blond hair and blue-green eyes. The boy was only a couple of inches shorted than him, with a slighter build.

"Wasn't expecting anyone to come here," Sebastian replied slowly as he watched the other teen walking towards him.

"Yeah, just needed some fresh air. Hope you don't mind. Um, I'm Luke."

"Sebastian."

"Yeah, I know who you are. Wow. I hope that didn't come out sounding all stalkerish," the boy continued nervously, gnawing at his lower lip. Sebastian let out a short huff of laughter and then stared back at the sky.

"First time?" Sebastian asked curtly, eliciting a confused look from the other. "First time coming here?" he clarified.

"Yeah. I was out of the country for a few years, and well, came to visit dad and here I am."

"Who's your dad?"

"Um...Jason Denning."

Sebastian paused and gave the other boy a look.

"As in Senator Denning?"

"Yup," the boy answered with a sheepish smile. Sebastian immediately recognized the expression. Sebastian found himself pleasantly surprised as he watched the other teen's face. All this time, he had met guys and girls his age who were all too eager to flaunt their wealth and background, but here was someone, finally, who preferred to hide it. Sebastian could already see that the boy was one of the good boys.

"How're you enjoying the party?" Sebastian asked casually. The boy looked slightly torn, most likely trying to decide being honest or polite.

"It's, um, it's amazing."

"No it's not," Sebastian replied with a grin and stifled a laughter as he watched the look of surprise and mild horror on the other's face.

"I mean, I guess I'm too young for this, but the food's really great."

The two continued their conversation with ease. Sebastian, for the first time in many years, felt comfortable around another human being. Something about the boy was so calming. Different, but in the most pleasant way. Sebastian soon found himself laughing along and actually listening to someone else.

They continued to keep in contact and hang out even after the party. And as time went by, Sebastian found himself thinking about the boy every night before falling asleep and waiting for a text or a phonecall from him during class. Unlike him, the boy was capable of genuine emotions. He laughed at Sebastian's sarcastic jokes. He would smile at Sebastian so tenderly that it made Sebastian's heart ache. He was so perfect in every way, that Sebastian was sure that maybe, just maybe, that he could change for the better. That he may become a person capable of something like...love.

When the annual Smythe Christmas ball came around, Sebastian was all too eager to find him. He could spot him easily amidst the sea of people. After doing his usual round of greetings and formalities, Sebastian led the boy out of the ballroom. They laughed and continued to joke around as they snuck out of the party, glad to be away from it all. Sebastian pulled the other into a secluded hallway and kissed him passionately until they were a tangle of limbs against the wall.

Sebastian had been so lost in his world that he didn't hear the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

And when he did hear it, it was too late. There stood his father, his expression unreadable. The boy pulled back in surprise, his face flushed and lips swollen. He began fidgeting with his suit, staring at his own feet. Tyler Smythe smiled his usual fake smiles and told the boy that he needed to talk to his son in private. The boy fled, leaving Sebastian behind.

Sebastian knew that something was about to go horribly wrong.

"We'll talk about this later" was all Tyler said before retreating to the ballroom.

When the ball was over, Sebastian was summoned to his father's study. Sebastian felt a sharp sting across his cheek as soon as he entered. He couldn't believe it. His father had slapped him. It was the first time his father actually laid hands on him, and the realization made him feel sick.

Before he could react, there was another slap, followed by another one. Each harder than the last. The next blow sent him crashing to the wall. He could vaguely register the sound of his head hitting the wall and the sound of glass shattering over the pain. His vision blurred immediately when he tried to look at the man that was supposed to his father.

A kick, directed right to his gut, sent Sebastian coughing violently. He instinctively tried to move away but was held in place by a shoe digging right above his left pelvic bone. He tried to reach for the leg, but he could hardly see through his own blood blinding his vision. Sebastian clawed frantically but was only met with a hard blow to his side. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around his head protectively. The kicks wouldn't stop.

It hurt. It hurt so badly.

When Tyler was done, Sebastian was just a heap on the floor. Heaving and coughing. For the first time in his life, he was scared. Tyler continued to call him a disgrace to the family. That he was a disgusting fag that needed to burn in hell already. Sebastian knew he was drifting in and out of consciousness. The angry, low voice became incoherent noises as he let his eyes close.

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Hunter continued to stare into the fireplace.

He didn't know what to say.

There was a burning sense of anger inside as he listened to Sebastian. It was a lot to take in. He already knew Tyler Smythe was a sick son of a bitch, but he had never expected it to be this bad. He kept this mouth shut from lashing out in anger. Instead of punching the nearest surface he could get his hands on, he kept his fists clenched tightly. He knew the story was only about to get worse, and he needed to be strong. He had to let Sebastian tell him the whole story.

So he sat and waited patiently as Sebastian inhaled slowly and began again.

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When Sebastian opened is eyes again, he was back in his room. He had no idea how he made it back or who carried him all the way, but none of it mattered. He remembered with painful clarity what had happened. And the pain shooting through every inch of his body was a proof enough that he hadn't woken up from some nightmare.

Ignoring his body's protest, Sebastian curled up into fetal position. He was certain that he was going to throw up all over the place if he didn't find shelter somewhere in his mind. He closed his eyes and gathered himself up as tightly as possible. He retreated to a blackness that tempted him with comfort. He remained still on that bed for hours on. No one came to see him. No one came to ask him if he was OK.

He was alone.

So completely, utterly alone.

The next few days were spent in a blur. He became a prisoner of his own room. The door to his room was locked up from the outside with his phone nowhere in sight. He got food and water shoved into his room every few hours or so, but most of it went untouched. He didn't even try to make a run for it. He didn't bother asking who was at the other side of the door bringing him food. He knew how the house worked. It had to be one of the maids following his father's orders. He had no power here. No one was going to listen to him or help him.

A few days later, a maid walked in with a new set of uniforms and a pamphlet. He placed the uniform down onto his bed and glanced at the pamphlet. It read Dalton Academy. He had heard of the place, and now that he looked at it, he recognized the blazer.

It didn't come as much of a surprise to him. He had seen it coming.

He never got a chance to say goodbye to anyone from his old school. He was simply handed a new uniform and a new phone as a silent command.

He wondered what happened to Luke, but he dared not ask. He knew the boy was safe from his father. His father was cruel, but he sure wasn't stupid, and there was no way that he would have done something to the son of a senator. The knowledge presented him with a tiny sense of relief from the nightmares of the last few days.

With new school, Sebastian became colder. He would smile more on the outside. He would sing and dance with the Warblers. He would laugh and make the same sarcastic comments he used to make at his old school. But inside, he was slowly growing into a different person. His heart turned into jagged shards of glass, so fragile and unapproachable. He would build a wall around him, higher and sturdier with each passing day.

Then one day, he was summoned back home. It was a school day. It was probably a Tuesday.

His fingers trembled on the entire way back home.

On his way to his room, he saw his mother. She threw him a look or cold indifference before turning on her heels. Sebastian felt as if someone just stabbed him in the gut. A small spark of hope that was left in him, the belief that his mother still loved him but had no choice but to follow her husband, was blown out like a weak candlelight in pitch black darkness.

His father beat him less than an hour later.

Sebastian winced as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He placed a hand gingerly over his stomach. His father had pushed him down onto the floor without a word and kicked him all over his stomach and his sides. Sebastian began to think that he had fractured a rib as he began taking his shirt off. There were angry red marks all over his torso. They were surely going to bruise by tomorrow morning.

But the worst part of it was the fact that his father required that he be present at the party the very evening. He couldn't understand for the life of him why his father was doing this to him. The homophobic part, he understood. In fact, he hadn't expected Tyler Smythe of all people to be accepting...but this...

Sebastian eventually found himself at the party, and he couldn't help but be both shocked and disgusted at the way his parents acted around him. The same eyes that looked at him like useless filth now watched him with love and pride. The same lips that were spewing hate were now exclaiming compliments and adornment. He wanted to run away, but he stayed, because that's what he was trained to do.

So he smiled. And smiled.

He tried to hide the fact that he was bruising all over.

Halfway through the party, he saw his father speaking to Senator Denning. He looked around to see if his son would be around, but he was nowhere in sight. Perhaps the boy went back...

The thought made Sebastian ache.

He smiled bitterly to himself. Of course this was bound to happen. He didn't know what he was thinking. Before he could find a corner to retreat to, he saw his father now speaking to another man he vaguely recognized as the old man whose ass his father's been kissing for the last few years. Tyler Smythe was powerful, but he wasn't above all else. He still had his fair share of ass-kissing he had to do to get where he was and get what he wants.

Sebastian watched as the two men leaned in closely and spoke quietly to each other. Then the old man turned his head ever so slightly and looked at him. Sebastian resisted the urge to frown. Were the two talking about him?

Brushing the thought back aside, Sebastian meandered through the sea of people, hoping that time would go by more quickly. He was so tired and in so much pain. He just wanted to crawl into bed and fall asleep.

As soon as the party was over, his father led him to the basement. He didn't want to go. His instinct told him not to, yet a greater part of him was afraid of disobeying his father. He was never allowed into the basement even as a child. The place was reserved for business meetings, according to his father, and no place for someone like him. He had snuck in once a few years back, out of curiosity, but saw nothing more than a few rooms that didn't seem all too special.

One of the doors were opened, and Sebastian was roughly pushed in. The room was dimly lit, and a man was sitting on a chair opposite of a bed. Sebastian recognized the man immediately. It was the same old man that had looked at him while speaking to his father. An alarm went off in his head. Something was off.

"You better behave," was all Tyler said before leaving his son with the man. Sebastian opened his mouth to protest but stopped when he saw the door being slammed shut. He turned his attention to the other occupant of the room and waited for him to say something. He wanted to think that this was one of those internship bullshit his father had him go through every single year, but something about the way the man was smiling at him told him otherwise.

The man got off the chair slowly and approached him. Sebastian watched the other warily. He instinctively took a step back but stopped himself from moving any further. He forced a smile onto his face. He opened his mouth to break the silence, but was stopped when the man grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and threw him onto the bed with a force he didn't know the man was capable of. Sebastian's head spun at the sudden movement, and his entire body screamed at the impact. He tried to lash out but ended up swinging at the air. Then he felt a pair of hands wrapped tightly around him, squeezing the life out of him. His eyes finally focused on the man now on top of him.

Sebastian would never forget the madness in the other man's eyes.

Sebastian tried to scream for help, but all that came out was gurgling noises as he struggled against the tightening grip. He bucked and kicked, but his body wasn't cooperating with all the damage from the beating only a few hours ago. He switched to clawing at the hands, but nothing seemed to faze the deranged man. His vision began blurring. His head felt as if it was going to explode from the pressure.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the bed in the same room.

Yet when he tried to move, he heard metal clanking against metal. Sebastian tried to get up but was stopped immediately.

He looked at his own wrists and felt his blood run cold.

He was in metal cuffs, chained to the bed posts by his wrists and ankles. Sebastian closed his eyes and counted to three before opening them again, in hopes that maybe he was hallucinating. But this was real. Sebastian pulled at the cuffs violently, hoping to free himself. Yet he froze when he heard a low laughter from another corner of the room.

The same man that had nearly squeezed the life out of him was standing with an insane, amused glint in his eyes. The man approached him like a predator stalking its prey. Sebastian began pulling violently against the restraints again. He began yelling and screaming for help, yet the man didn't seem at all worried.

In fact, he seemed to be enjoying the sounds Sebastian was making.

Sebastian lurched forward, ignoring the sharp pain to his wrists. The man only laughed and moved forward and rested a hand against the collar of Sebastian's shirt. Then in a swift, single movement, Sebastian saw his shirt torn open.

The sounds of buttons hitting the floor was the only warning he got.

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