I'm not good at writing dark stuff, so I'm not sure about this chapter. Only two to go after this!

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'Hey Stiles.' Tony said. 'Are you hungry? You must be cold.'

'Tony. What's going on here?' Stiles asked smacking his lips and trying to sit up. For a second he'd forgotten where he was.

'My brother thinks you're a money bucket.' Tony said grabbing Stiles arm gently and helping him into a sitting position.

'How long have you had this planned?' Stiles asked. His head still hurt but not as much as earlier.

'For a while, ever since I heard Scott talking about a ransom. Eric owes some people some money and I was thinking hey why not kill two birds with one stone. Eric can get his money and I'll get you back. It's not easy getting you away from that guy.' Tony's voice was soft, reverent. It made Stiles nervous. Nervous Stiles did stupid things.

'Derek?'

'Yes. He's always looking at you.' Tony said with a small glare. For a brief moment Stiles remembered the smiling boy, the happy boy. What had happened? Money, greed or something else?

'Tony he's my boyfriend.' Stiles said.

'I'm supposed to be your boyfriend.'

Stiles licked his lips. This could turn out badly. 'Look, we broke up. Remember you cheated, with the neighbour.'

'You wouldn't let me fuck you.'

'I wasn't ready.' Stiles said. 'I wanted to wait until the time was right.'

'He fucks you.'

'Yeah.' Stiles agreed. 'He does. But I trust him, he's my boyfriend and he made sure I was ready first.' Stiles said thinking of the safety and security offered by Derek. 'I trust him.' Stiles repeated desperately picturing Derek's face.

'I would have made it good.' Tony said. 'I love you.'

Stiles sighed and let his head fall back against the wall.

'Say it. Say it back Stiles.'

'No.'

'Do you say it to him?'

'No.'

'Why not? Don't you love anybody?' Tony said sounding desperate. Stiles did love someone but he couldn't say it not again, not after what happened last time.

He could still remember her blood all over his hands as he repeated the words again and again as if his love would save her. His love was useless, and she died anyway. He didn't want Derek to die. He wouldn't love him. If he loved Derek he might lose him. He didn't want that.

'No. I'm selfish that way.' Stiles said pushing memories of his dying mother from his mind, ignoring the images of Derek in the same position bleeding out while he gasped for breath in a heap on the floor. 'I just use the people around me, a means to an end. I thought you knew that.'

'Stiles don't you dare.'

'My dad, he's got the money and the power. Lydia, she lets me fuck her. Jackson, he's a cocksucker. Scott, we share those girls. Derek, he fucks me good. You amused me.' Stiles said, his voice sounding jolly. He didn't feel jolly, he felt sick.

Tony snarled and reached out to slap Stiles. 'Why are you saying that? Why?'

'Because I can.' Stiles said ignoring the burning on his cheek. 'What you gonna do?'

'I'll show them. I'll make you say that again. Then they'll know what you really think of them and all you'll have is me!' Tony got up and dragged the camera towards them. There was a laptop and he switched it on tapping some keys and glaring across his shoulder as Stiles watched him.

'Does that stream directly to them?'

'Yeah. So what?'

Stiles closed his eyes. 'No reason.' He said. He hoped his plan worked, he hoped that whoever his dad had looking for him would be able to trace his location using the streaming video. He hoped these guys were dumb and desperate enough to have low layered security.

'Say it again.' Tony said kneeling beside Stiles.

'No.' Stiles spat. Tony slapped him.

'I said say it.'

'I said no.'

'What's going on?' A voice asked coming into the room.

'Simon, I'm gonna teach him a lesson he'll never forget.'

'Oh yeah? Want some help.'

'Sure.' Tony said. Stiles closed his eyes tight.

'What takes two to handle little old tied up me?' He heard the sound of someone unbuckling their belt and he shivered.

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'He's back!' Scott called as the screen came to life with the image of Stiles on a mattress. Everybody crowded around. Derek's heart sank as he absorbed image. Stiles looked so determined. He was about to go into battle without his knight at his side.

'Can you trace it?' Ed said to one of the police men in the room.

'If it stays long enough yes.' Someone answered back.

'Say it.' Someone said kneeling beside Stiles.

'That was Tony!' Jackson shouted.

'No.' Stiles glared at the screen.

'Are you sure?' Ed asked Jackson with a frown.

'Yes.' Lydia said determinedly.

They watched as Tony slapped him. 'I said say it.' The young man shouted, his voice cracking desperately.

'Stiles no, say it. Don't do this.' Derek whispered. He knew what Stiles was up to. Stiles watched too many cop dramas not to hope someone was tracing them.

'I said no.' Stiles' voice was defiant. He raised his chin and closed his eyes, licking his lips.

'What's going on?' A voice asked faintly from the screen.

'Simon, I'm gonna teach him a lesson he'll never forget.' Tony's voice said. Derek's chest tightened and his fist clenched, nails biting half-moons into the palm of his hand.

'I'll kill him.' Derek snarled low in his throat. Lydia looked alarmed and moved away. Someone's hand was on his arm squeezing firmly in support.

'I wouldn't stop you.' Jacksons voice whispered.

'Oh yeah? Want some help.' The new guy who had yet to appear on screen said.

'Sure.' Tony said. Derek watched as Stiles closed his eyes and braced his arms behind his back, pushing his chest out. He was preparing himself for whatever he knew what he could see that they couldn't. Derek ached to see the danger Stiles faced, but he was sure he would see it soon enough.

'What takes two to handle little old tied up me?' Derek heard Stiles say.

'Stop it Stiles. Just stop it.' There was a chinking noise and Derek frowned, and then couldn't help the dread in his chest as something lashed across Stiles' body. Stiles grunted in pain as a belt whipped him several times.

'What, not a screamer?' The voice beside the camera was mocking.

'No I never could make him scream. I will.' Tony said. He sounded sure of himself. Derek toyed with the idea of taking away his voice. With his bare hands.

'Derek, are you sure you want to…'

'Want to what?' Derek turned a snarling face on Ed. Ed swallowed and took a step back.

'Want to watch this.' There was another lash. Stiles grunted again turning his face to the wall.

'I'm going to whip you then I'm going to fuck you boy.' The voice said. Stiles turned to face the guy who was talking to him. 'What, nothing clever to say to that?'

'Go fuck yourself.' Stiles voice was hard.

There were several more lashes of the whip.

'You're hurting him.' Tony's voice said.

'Got it. We got a location. It's twenty miles from here!' One of the cops shouted.

'Is that all you got.' Stiles taunted them on screen. Derek dragged his eyes away.

'Where!' Derek snapped.

'Old car factory in Echo.'

'I know it.' Derek said turning for the door.

'Say it!' Tony screamed from the monitor.

'I don't love you.' Stiles said softly. 'I don't love anybody.'

'Hey wait up buddy.' A few of the police called as Derek turned away. There was a flurry of activity then they were out the door. Derek attached his earpiece as he slid into the Camaro. He dialled Lydia.

'You tell me everything that happens.' He told her.

'Derek.'

'Damn it Lydia I love him. You tell me.'

'Ok.' She said. 'He's just been whipped again.'

'Did he scream?'

'No.' Lydia's voice was soft. 'He just closed his eyes.'

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Derek's on his way…