Once again I shouldn't have to warn you because I'm assuming you've been reading this chapter from the beginning but I'm being cautious.

Warning:

This chapter is intense and dark and has a trigger warning if you are easily offended or disturbed to not read!

Ch. 37 Bad Medicine

(ADAM)

"Why haven't they brought you food yet?" His mom complained when it became dinner time and they hadn't been given anything to eat. "I'm going to go talk with the doctor and make sure you three get proper food not that terrible cafeteria food."

His mom left the room followed by his dad which Adam figured was probably to keep her from killing the doctor. K.C.'s mom and Eli's parents also followed them out of the room.

"I should probably get you home Jake. We'll be back tomorrow none of you will be expected at school tomorrow of course." Mr. Simpson said.

Adam waved as they walked out with Connor; the room was now starkly silent except for the sounds of their machines. Adam was staring at the window wishing they would be released from the hospital so they could go look for Clare or do anything at all! He felt so helpless being stuck in a hospital bed while one of the best friends he'd ever had was out there somewhere, in the hands of two psychos! Just as he was about to boil over with anger as terrible thoughts about what they were doing to her overtook his mind Jake, Connor and Mr. Simpson came back in the room and Adam furrowed his eyebrows.

"I thought you guys were leaving?" Drew commented with as much tact as his brother usually showed.

"The parking lot is packed with reporters and news vans. Dad said they were at the house too." Jake told them irately.

"Security is coming to escort us out the back." Connor told them.

K.C. turned on the TV and they all looked up at it, after flipping a couple of channels K.C. found the news.

"Sixteen year old Clare Edwards was taken from her home this morning." The female reporter was saying as they showed Clare's class picture from last year. "We are outside of her house right now trying to get an interview with the girl's parents but all interview requests are currently being denied; I'm told that the family is too emotional to talk. We do know that she was taken by two teenage boys that attend her school, word is they are both ex-boyfriends." The female reporter said.

"SHE NEVER DATED THEM!" Me, Eli, Drew, Owen, Jake and K.C. all yell at the TV.

The female reporter continued talking. "The jilted lovers broke in and wounded four other teenage boys at the house in order to take her. All four boys are in the hospital in stable condition but we have been told one boy was stabbed. Aside from knowing the identity of the girls jilted lovers the police have no leads."

"Jilted lovers?! They're getting it all wrong." Adam griped at the TV.

"They're making her sound like a slut! She just lost her virginity to me on Friday!" Eli spat angrily and Adam saw Mr. Simpson look slightly embarrassed.

The female reporter that they all now hated was still talking. "Mindy Mills is at the hospital right now trying to get an interview with the boys who were assaulted at the house this morning."

"That's it I'm getting Mom." Drew said hopping up and going out of the room.

Adam turned off the TV, no longer able to watch the obnoxious reporter who seemed to be making the situation worse. He was sure that his mom would put the reporters in their place and make sure they all left Clare's parents alone and that they would have security placed at their door and Mo's to keep out any reporters more than likely.

(REESE)

"I think she should apologize for kicking me." Fitz said.

Clare was quivering underneath Reese, so wonderfully naked, so beautifully marked with lashes from the whip and so nicely open thanks to the spreader bar. She had made such lovely cries when the whip hit her skin, hearing her scream out as her flesh turned from alabaster to pink to red, with each lashing was incredibly excitingly arousing. He was hard as a rock right now and he knew Fitz was too.

He smiled at Fitz's suggestion and looked back at Clare. "He is right Precious you do owe Fitz an apology, you'll have to ease up on the tears though. Get her arms let's sit her up, if she tries to blow you like this she might choke." He stated before he crushed his lips to hers. She didn't kiss back but she was sobbing hard so he didn't mind.

He moved off her so Fitz could haul her up, Fitz hooked his arms under her arm pits and pulled her up to a sitting position. Clare sucked in a sharp breath probably from the feel of Fitz's shirts on her bruised and whipped back. Fitz moved from behind her, he had a gleeful and anticipating smile on his face and his eyes full of lust. Clare tried to lean back against the wall and then hissed in pain. She seemed to be having trouble sitting and finding a comfortable position.

"Maybe she should sit at the end of the bed." Fitz said getting impatient.

"I'm not sure she could sit up." Reese said looking at the girl as she was sobbing and shaking violently. Clare pulled her knees up a bit and dug her palms into the mattress to steady herself and stay upright.

"She's crying too hard to do anything I want her to suck me off!" Fitz groaned.

"Maybe you should quit whining moron and help her feel better so she can suck you off." Reese snapped.

Fitz raised his eyebrows, biting the inside of his lip as he got a lecherous look on his face. He sat on the bed at her legs and caressed down one of her legs toward her pussy, Clare shuddered and Reese smacked him.

"Ow! What you said to make her feel better." Fitz whined.

"Not like that, you really think that's going to make her feel better?" Reese barked.

"Well yeah." Fitz shrugged.

"God your such a fucking idiot, she doesn't get turned on by pain, at least not yet." Reese told him.

Reese might have lost his patience but he knew he couldn't just whip her and expect her to be turned on by it. He was sure however that she would come to love it and before long she would be begging for them to whip her and fuck her. In the meantime however if he wanted her to do other things and not just go straight into another panic attack, then she would need some soothing. He went to the kitchen and got a piece of ice from the freezer and came back over to the bed. He sat behind her opening his legs around her and began slowly dragging the ice over her back. She sucked in a breath, then let it out as a shuddering exhale, but she relaxed a little and he knew the ice was bringing her relief. He used his free hand to pick her hand up from the bed and place it on his leg, she didn't even resist just gripped his jeans tightly, he did the same with her other and she gripped his jeans again.

"That's a good girl, doesn't that feel better?" He cooed making his voice soft and soothing, then bringing his lips to her badly bruised back. "We're only punishing you because we love you Baby Doll but we're not monsters we'll make you feel good too." He said in a gentle voice in her ear.

Her crying had slowed, not stopped but slowed significantly and she was at least the tiniest bit calmer plus Fitz was getting impatient and Reese wanted to feel her too. He told Fitz to stand at the foot of bed and get ready, then Reese took all the pillows and piled them up near the end of the bed for Clare to lay on, he got up and helped her lean forward on her knees. She propped herself up on her elbows on the pillows but he was sure that wouldn't last long. Reese got behind her, repositioning the pillows a bit, it was slightly awkward with the spreader bar but he could kneel in between her legs.

"Open your god damn mouth." He heard Fitz bark while Reese was busy adjusting himself and Clare.

Reese didn't have to look to know that Fitz was ready and Clare was shutting her mouth tight and probably turning her head. Goth boy may have gotten her virginity but Reese wondered what else they had done. He gently stroked the welts on Clare's ass and reached up with his other hand to grab her hair, yanking on it with just enough force that he heard her gasp.

"Open your mouth for Fitz Baby Doll or I'll have to get out the whip again." He warned her.

He heard her make a choked cry and a second later heard Fitz's exalted pleasured moan as her mouth came around him. Reese warned Fitz not to choke her and Fitz grumbled yeah yeah. Reese now turned his attention to the wonderfully round ass in front of him, so beautifully splashed with red welts. He kissed the welts gently and heard her gasp just a little, he trailed his finger down between her ass cheeks and she tensed, making a cry when he went over her anus. He was tempted but there would be time for anal play later, after all they had all the time in the world and he was pretty sure if he tried it now it would send her directly into another panic attack.

He found her slit and spread her lips to get his finger in, not too surprisingly she wasn't turned on at all but they had come prepared. Either she was amazing at blow jobs or Fitz was just horny as all hell because Reese could tell by the way the other boy was groaning and grunting he was close to coming. Reese pumped his fingers in and out of her a few time, she cried out but her cries were currently muffled by Fitz's dick in her mouth and she wriggled trying to get off of his fingers but of course that was no use. Whether she wanted it or not Reese knew her body would respond to the stimulation and the most sure fire way to provoke that in a girl, aside from the g-spot that was always different and always a pain to find, was to rub her clit. Keeping his finger gently probing her he used his thumb to rub her clit, her breathing hitched and she made a squeak. Her body wriggled, her hips bucking and he knew her body was responding despite her resistance.

He removed his finger from her and got up from the bed a minute going to their stash of sex things. Grabbing a condom as they most definitely didn't want her getting pregnant; her boobs were big enough already and pregnancies came with all kinds of problems not to mention eventually a baby and neither he nor Fitz could take care of a baby. Clare would hardly have the energy to stand ever again let alone take care of another life. Then Reese grabbed the lubricant and got back on the mattress kneeling behind Clare once more. He took down his pants and boxers just enough to free his hard cock, ripping the condom wrapper with his teeth and then putting it on. He dispensed some lube onto his fingers and used three of his fingers to lube her up nicely, around her lips and inside her slit. She tensed up and squeaked in pain when he shoved three fingers inside of her but she would be glad he'd done so in a moment.

"I've been waiting to do this to you since grade nine." Reese told her as he grabbed her hip at her ass with one hand and positioned himself at her opening with the other.

She began to squirm again and tried to scream when she felt Reese's erection poking at her pussy but of course her scream was muted by Fitz's dick. Reese slipped his head inside of her and she twisted and writhed trying to get away, which once again was pointless. Reese put his other hand on her other hip at her ass, got a firm grip and then slammed into her as deep as he could go. She lurched and pushed Fitz away to let out a painful scream and he could hear that she was crying hard again. Currently he was too far gone in a state of euphoria to care though. She felt fucking amazing, better than any girl he'd ever fucked before. She clenched and wriggled on his dick and it was bliss, he had already been so incredibly turned on after whipping her and the feel of being all the way inside of her was very pleasing so he knew it wouldn't take him long to come.

He pulled out of her slowly and then slammed into her hard again, then he began pounding into her. He was vaguely aware that Fitz was telling her to swallow every drop so he knew Fitz was done. A second later she began making pained whimpers and cries so she must have swallowed. The sound of her cries mixed with feel of her was enough to send Reese over the edge, his hands dug into her as he came with one final thrust. He pulled out of her and collapsed back onto the bed but hit the spreader bar, he cursed it and moved off of it, panting hard and lying back on the bed to catch his breath. He was still floating on his cloud of orgasmic bliss but he was aware that Clare had curled up a bit over the pillows and was sobbing into them. He snapped his fingers at Fitz who was sort of slumped at the end of the bed; Fitz popped his head up over Clare enough to look at Reese.

"Release her from the spreader bar." Reese commanded.

Fitz mumbled a complaint, Reese was looking at Clare's ass again and he smacked it lightly but he heard Fitz get up and pull his boxers and pants up, zipping them again. Reese pulled off the condom and fixed his own boxers and pants just as Fitz came over and began unhooking the spreader bar from her ankle straps. Reese got up and went to the kitchen to dispose of the used condom, he heard Clare's crying get louder and looked to see her getting up from the bed or trying anyway. Fitz tried to help her but she pushed him away, she managed to stand, still wearing the leg straps but the spreader bar was off. She walked a few steps toward the washroom but fell, her whole body was shaking violently and she was crying so hard he was sure she couldn't see through the tears. Reese motioned for Fitz to pick her up and of course Fitz did as ordered, the boy may have been bigger than him but he was dumb as a rock and easy to control. Fitz carried her to the washroom and Reese watched as he set her down on the ground and she pushed him away again. Fitz left the washroom and she slammed the door behind him, Fitz turned around to open it again but Reese stopped him.

"Leave it; we'll get her in a few minutes." Reese told him.

Fitz shrugged grabbed a water bottle and sat down at the table. "Fuck her mouth felt good, all soft and warm, she took me pretty far into her mouth before she started choking too and she really did swallow everything. I kinda expected her to spit it out but she swallowed it." Fitz gloated.

Reese grabbed a bottle of water and joined him at the table. "Her pussy felt fucking awesome even through a condom. Maybe we can swipe some birth control for her eventually so we don't have to use a condom." Reese smiled remembering the feel of her around his cock.

Fitz opened his mouth to say something but they heard a thump from the washroom and they both got up. Reese knocked on the door and called to her but she didn't answer, the washroom door had no lock so he opened the door to find her passed out on the floor. She wasn't bleeding or anything and her head was on her arm so he knew she didn't knock her head.

"Fuck! Again?!" Fitz grumbled.

"We really are going to have to do something about these panic attacks. Get her up and carry her to the bed." Reese commanded and Fitz did. When Fitz laid her on the bed he went over and removed the ankle straps from her, tossing them with the rest of the sex stuff in the corner. Fitz looked like he was about to start fondling her so Reese hit his arm. "What did I say? Not when she's unconscious, come on we should make some dinner I'm starving after that and she's going to need to eat too. Listen when she wakes up we're going to do things a little differently, see if we can't calm her down."

"Differently how?" Fitz questioned, scratching the back of his head.

(ELI)

Their hospital room door opened and Marisol came in with four big Little Miss Steaks carry out bags.

"My boss thought you guys might want something besides hospital food." She said setting the bags down.

"Sweet I'm starving, our mom was going to make sure we got good food but she got distracted biting the heads off the reporters." Drew said as he and Owen began digging into the food.

"Yeah I know I saw her out there, she's managing to berate the Toronto police force and the reporters at the same time. I heard the FBI is on it's way to start coordinating with the RCMP." Marisol told them.

"We should be out there looking, I feel fine I want to go look for Clare!" Eli groused in a harsh voice.

"People are looking baby boy, lots of people we will find her." His mom tried to comfort him.

"It's not good enough, why haven't they found her yet!?" Eli growled.

His parents were the only ones left in the room, K.C.'s mom had left to take Jenna home to Alli's but had assured K.C. they would return first thing in the morning. Jake, Connor and Mr. Simpson had been escorted out by security to avoid reporters over an hour ago. Adam's parents were of course outside; Mrs. Torres was yelling at the reporters for getting everything wrong and for badgering Clare's parents and trying to interview him, Adam and the others while they were in the hospital recovering. Mr. Torres seemed to have the job of keeping her from actually killing someone. The only people left in the room besides the three of them and Eli's parents were Drew and Owen who simply refused to leave and Marisol who had just come in.

"You need to eat, we'll go check in with Audra and Omar, visiting hours are almost over anyway. We'll come back first thing tomorrow." Eli's dad said, his mom kissed his forehead and they left waving to others.

"Eli have a burger and some fries." Drew said putting the food on the tray.

"I'm not hungry I just want to find Clare." He said curtly pushing the food away.

"Eli we all want to find Clare, none of us wants her to be with Reese and Fitz and none of us want to think about what they're doing to her. What good is it going to do Clare though if you don't get released from the hospital because you're undernourished?" Adam argued.

Eli sighed heavily; Adam was right worrying himself sick and not being able to go look for Clare tomorrow because he was stuck in the hospital would make things worse not better. He pulled the tray over to his bed and began munching on fries; as soon as the food hit his belly he realized he really was hungry.

"Well I gotta get back to work but everyone's out trying to find her, really Eli the whole school has been organized into search groups and they're closing school tomorrow so we can all go looking for Clare. We'll find her guys." Marisol assured them putting as much hope in her voice as she could.

Eli hoped she was right. He felt so sick and lost and his heart broke every time he thought about what Clare must be going through right now, the problem was he couldn't stop thinking about it, no matter how hard he tried. They ate in silence, at least until they heard Audra screaming from down the hall.

"FUCKING REPORTERS THEY'RE ALMOST AS INCOMPETENT AS THE COPS IN THIS CITY! FUCKING LEECHES SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF YOU TO TELL THE STORY AND THEY DON'T EVEN HAVE THE FUCKING FACTS RIGHT! MAKING SWEET CLARE SOUND LIKE A HARLOT! YOU BETTER MAKE SURE SECURITY KEEPS THEM OUT OF HERE I DON'T WANT THEM TALKING TO ANY OF THE BOYS IS THAT CLEAR?" She was screaming at someone.

They couldn't hear the person reply but they started to hear the angry click of Audra's heels coming toward their room and as she got closer they could hear her talking angrily.

"The cops can't even keep the reporters away from Clare's house, poor Helen is too hysterical to do anything but cry and they're pestering her! Randall still can't find Clare's sister; the American embassy sent a representative out to get her. I hope the FBI is more competent than the Toronto cops and we find her soon! I can't believe that reporter asked for my take on anti-stalking laws, they're a fucking joke!" Audra stopped when she opened the door to their room and saw them. Her face relaxed a little and she sort of smiled. "Oh good you boys are eating, Eli your parents went home with a police escort in case there were reporters at your house. Owen you'll be coming home with us and Drew and staying the night, I've already spoken to your parents. We'll be back first thing in the morning Adam and if you need anything at all you call us at home and we'll be right down here okay?" Audra said kissing Adam's cheek.

"Yes mom." Adam nodded.

"You boys need to get some rest, your mother told the doctor if you weren't asleep in the next couple of hours to come in and drug you so she would be sure that you all got some sleep." Omar told them.

Audra hugged K.C. and Eli and told them to speak up if they needed anything. Drew hugged his brother and waved to the others and Owen waved saying they'd be back tomorrow. Eli was sure he wouldn't be able to sleep, he was also sure that Omar wasn't joking about Audra telling the doctor to drug them so he knew he'd be getting sleep whether he wanted to or not. For easily the millionth time that day he silently told Clare that he loved her and vowed to find her and kill Reese and Fitz, slowly and painfully for ever even thinking of hurting her.

(CLARE)

She blinked her eyes open and then became aware of the pain, so much pain. Her front was stinging; her back was stinging her pelvis, hips and insides were screaming. Not like after she lost her virginity to Eli, she had been sore and sensitive then and there had been pain but nothing like this. It was like the difference between hitting your arm on the door and having your arm twisted and broken in three places while having your foot smashed with a sledge hammer. She heard noises so she knew the Terror Twins were there but she couldn't quite get her eyes to focus. She tried to move but the slightest movement was horridly uncomfortable and painful, she cried out involuntarily.

She heard footsteps approaching and turned her head so she wouldn't have to look at them. She was beyond shame, they had used her, violated her, defiled her, damaged her, tortured her and she hadn't even been with them a whole day. She was beginning to wonder if she would even survive more than a few days, let alone long enough to ever see Eli, Adam, Alli or anyone ever again. Reese had whipped her hard but he hadn't even done it that many times and there was a whole other array of sex toys they hadn't used. She had been grotesquely disgusted when Fitz had made her go down on him and it had hurt, her face throbbing from where Reese had hit her. But Reese fucking her so hard, raping her had been horridly painful and debasing. She was thankful he had worn a condom but even that was of little comfort. She had been stripped of everything by now, her modesty had been stripped away long ago but now her dignity, her confidence, her humanity, her freedom not to mention her clothes had all been taken away.

"Glad to see you're awake finally, we're making dinner it'll be ready soon." Reese told her in a calm and soothing voice.

She curled into a fetal position and shook her head to say she wasn't hungry.

"Come on Sexy you gotta eat to keep up your strength." Fitz urged in a gentle voice.

She shook her head again and began crying into the bedspread. "Not hungry everything hurts." She choked out between sobs.

She felt one of them sit by her, a hand came to her arm and began stroking gently she knew by the feel it was Fitz and heard Reese going back to the kitchen.

"I know everything hurts, Reese got pretty rough, he is sorry though really." Fitz soothed in his most apologetic voice. It was the same voice he'd used to apologize after he got out of juvie. "You gotta eat and keep up your strength, you may not feel hungry but your body needs food. I'm making pasta all that time at the Dot turned me into a pretty decent cook. I can't give you more aspirin but we have some whiskey, it'll help numb the pain." Fitz offered.

He was being suspiciously nice but she was in so much pain she would try anything and she nodded her head. She heard Fitz walking away again and then a minute later heard footsteps coming back but they weren't as heavy and she knew it was Reese. She curled up more, tensing her body despite the pain it caused, afraid to be hurt again.

"Here Baby Doll I brought you some whiskey, it won't taste very good but just drink it down real fast." Reese said in a soothing voice, putting a hand on her arm, she yanked her arm away. "Come on Precious, I know your hurting this'll help really. Like I told you before after your punishment for your past disobedience as long as you're good we'll be kind. We won't even use that stuff if you don't want us too after you've taken your punishment, we don't want to hurt you Baby Doll. We love you, both of us why do you think we chased you so hard for so long. Come on drink this Clare, I promise it'll help and we'll let you recover we won't do anything else tonight." Reese soothed.

She was sure there was a reason that the two of them were being so nice suddenly. She was also sure Reese's mood at least could flip at any moment. However if she was going to survive she couldn't live in so much pain and she knew in order to avoid their anger her best option was to cooperate at least when they weren't trying to rape her or hurt her. She tried to sit up a little to drink and winced in pain, Reese helped her and she didn't fight. He propped her up on him just a bit and held the plastic cup to her lips. She drank it down fast, it tasted horrendous and stung her mouth but she chugged it down. It made her throat warm and she felt just a bit light headed and dizzy after downing the whole cup.

"You'll start to feel better in a few minutes and you can have more if you want but not too much I don't want you getting drunk." Reese told her keeping his voice soft and even, he was stroking her arm gently.

She wanted to believe he was telling her the truth when he said they loved her. She wanted to believe they cared about her the way Eli did but she knew they didn't. Eli never would have hurt her like that, raped her or forced her or whipped her. She wanted to run again but she had no clothes, it was now dark, there were two of them, she had no idea where they were and she was too weak and in too much pain. She stayed leaning against Reese, she hated the feel of him behind her and closed her eyes pretending with all her might it was Eli behind her and not Reese. It didn't really work but she was afraid to resist, deathly afraid of what he would do if she angered him again given what he had already done. Fitz told them dinner was ready and Reese started to get up and help her up, she whimpered in pain at the movement.

"Everything hurts still." She said.

"Fitz get her another cup." Reese ordered.

Fitz came and got the plastic cup and went into the kitchen coming back a minute later and handing the cup to Reese again. Reese held it to her lips and she chugged this one down too. She felt more dizzy, kinda woozy, her head felt fuzzy and sort of bubbly. She felt warm and different and numb, not completely but numb enough that she wasn't in so much pain anymore.

"Better?" Reese asked and she nodded her head.

Fitz picked her up and she put her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder. He carried her to the table and she could smell pasta, but everything was kind of blurry so she couldn't really see. Fitz sat down with her on his lap; he kept an arm around her and scooped some pasta onto a plate with the other. She ate a little bit but the alcohol had sort of filled her up. Reese and Fitz were talking about something but it was like listening to people talk under water and she started to giggle. She could hear them laughing too and feel Fitz chuckling as his torso shook on her back. She didn't think anything about this was funny but the alcohol had taken away her senses. She laid her head on Fitz's shoulder again and yawned, suddenly realizing she was tired.

"I'm sleepy." She yawned.

"Then we should get you to bed so you'll be good and rested for tomorrow Baby Doll." Reese said and she giggled again.

She wondered why alcohol made everything suddenly funny as Fitz picked her up and carried her to the bed. Reese must have pulled back the covers because she was laid down on nice cool and surprisingly soft sheets. It was actually comforting that the bedding was so soft; it was almost like her bed at home. She was tucked in and Reese then Fitz kissed her, not entirely gently but softer than usual.

"We'll come to bed soon Baby Doll." Reese told her.

"She's a lot more fun when she's tipsy; can't we just keep her tipsy all the time?" She heard Fitz ask.

"No you idiot we'd run out of liquor is a week and she'd get sick." Reese told him and she heard Reese smack Fitz and she giggled again. "I'm getting ready for bed, clean up." Reese commanded.

"Why do I gotta clean up? I cooked." She heard Fitz grumble.

"Just fucking do it." Reese ordered and she heard Fitz starting to clear the table as water began running in the washroom.

She turned on her side and curled up, as sleep began to take over her mind began to clear from the effects of the alcohol.

"I love you Eli, more than anything I love you," she whispered into her pillow as her eyes began to close, "and I will survive this long enough to see you again no matter what it takes."

Poor Clare and she hasn't even been there a day. Update soon just remember the next chapter will be proabbly be just as intense.