I'm still tied to the chair, face pressed to the cold ground in our captor's basement. For the longest time, it must be hours, I wait for any sound. There's no more footsteps, there's no more yelling from Jeremiah to "shut up, princess", and there's no more muffled screaming from Kurt.

Until there is.

And it isn't muffled this time. He's directly above me, I think-I hear their footsteps over me.

"Please, please!" I hear him yell and I've never heard him sound like that...quite so distressed and terrified. "Don't, please, stop!"

There's a muffled reply from Jeremiah through the walls. Something like "Shh, babe...struggling only hurts you more. Now let's see about those underwear, hmm?"

"No, stop it, stop it!" He shrieks. "Help! Help, please, someone!" I can tell his voice is growing hoarse. Then there's a bloodcurdling scream. I don't know what he's doing-I can only guess. But based on how he talked to him, panic fills my body as I think of the possibilities. My heart rate spikes as I decide that he's doing exactly what I thought he had, and I start struggling really hard again. "Kurt!" I yell out, even though I am altogether aware of how futile my efforts end up being.

Jeremiah is...He's ra…I can't even say it.

I hear him crying out and yelping and making all sorts of terrified noises and I start to cry. My tears puddle on the ground and soak my cheeks, because I can't do a thing.

I can't do a thing.

I desperately pull at my ropes and it doesn't work. Damn Jeremiah for being good with knots. Probably a goddamn boy scout.

I kinda hate Boy Scouts right now.

I hear a wail. It's my name. "B-blaine!" I feel anger flicker through me because Kurt sounds so vulnerable, and how dare Jeremiah because Kurt is usually the opposite of vulnerable. So well put together and sassy. I love him for it, it's part of the reason I fell for him after all. I love protecting Kurt, but he's not a damsel in distress.

Just now, Jeremiah walks in. His eyes are a little more relaxed and his hair is jostled. How. Dare. He.

Immediately I'm struggling, growling, and yelling.

"You monster!" I scream at him. "You monster! How could you do that to him!? He's beautiful and perfect and you just-you-you r-rap-"

Jeremiah interrupts me with a dark chuckle, and I fall silent, my chest falling and rising heavily against the floor.

"Oh, Blainey…" Jeremiah says, his voice almost a coo in the creepy room. "He's so perfect, isn't he? Beautiful soft skin, all white and such a contrast to everything dark...stands out so much, almost like he's glowing. His eyes, they're so innocent. Big, and blue...begging...He was so easy to break. So fragile. He really is like a porcelain figure in every way. Easily broken. Pale like snow. Sculpted like a masterpiece. And his screams are brilliantly beautiful. Begging me to stop. Such a nice ass too…"

"Don't talk about him like that!" I grunt.

"He's going to make the perfect little toy. I'll make him scream again and again. Pretty screams. Maybe you can even watch sometime."

"No! DON'T! DON'T HURT HIM! Do it to me instead!" I yell at him desperately. Anything so Kurt isn't hurt.

"See, this is exactly why I'm doing this. The revenge would be so much less sweet if you were willing to do it. Kurt is my perfect, sweet revenge," Jeremiah says. "If you're lucky, I guess I could throw you around a bit. But you're not replacing me as my slave-Kurt's just such a pretty little toy. God, it's like Christmas for me!"

I growl again, even though it does nothing. I feel like punching a wall, and throwing up at the same time.

"It's okay, Blainers. I'm going to untie you so you can feel him tremble in your hands," Jeremiah says. He walked over to me and turns my chair upright, not taking any care to be gentle. He unties my ropes and I take it as my chance.

My chance to hurt him, for what he did to Kurt.

I desperately kick out at him, I punch. I try but he spins me around and holds my hands behind my back. "Oh Blainey, don't even attempt to escape." He says. "You'll never get away. I have security. I. Will. Always. Find you. And the more you try to escape, the worse life will be for both of you. Consider your lives over. Welcome to Hell."

I gasp a little with the pain of him pinning me down.

"Don't worry, buddy, Kurt'll be down soon." He stands up and I struggle up. But he's already up the stairs and I know I'll never catch him. I still try though.

And I fail.

And that's possibly even more painful.

A few minutes later the door slams open and I hear a grunt. It sounds like Kurt...oh God, Kurt! I quickly crawl over to him to inspect whatever damage Jeremiah had inflicted on him. He's barely conscious. He's moaning and groaning but his eyes are barely open. He's icey cold, not worryingly so but very cold. Luckily, it seems Jeremiah had been kind enough not to leave him naked, but I can see marks all over his arms and neck, and can only imagine what the rest of his body looks like.

"Kurt, baby." I say. "Kurt, please, talk."
"'Laine…" He chokes out. "'S that you?"

"Yes, baby, yeah it's me," I say, silently thanking whatever higher power may exist that Kurt is at least talking to me. "Baby I'm so sorry, what hurts? What did he do, honey?"

"H-he...he-he-" He's frantically breathing, gasping, choking like when a kid is crying and they can't stop. Gasping and choking.

"Shh, shh, if you can't breathe then I can wait sweetie," I tell him. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes but this isn't about me. Right now it's about making Kurt better. Saving him from this mess, whatever it takes. "But...can I touch you? I just need to look at whatever he did."

Slowly Kurt nods, it's barely noticeable but I know it's there. Slowly I lift up his shirt. He flinches and it breaks my heart. I may never ever be able to...do things with him again. And horny as that sounds, it's not about that. It was about the intimacy that sex brought and the fact he may never give that kind of trust to me ever again. It breaks my heart, because I know how long it took for Kurt to finally be comfortable with sex. It was such an important thing to him, something about love and intimacy. And now that's ruined.

I gasp. The damage is haunting. I'll never get that image from my head. There's scratches down the middle of his chest, and I can see some bruises forming on his hips, the shape of hands. But that's not the worst of it. No...the worst of it is the blood wiped across his stomach. I look frantically for the source and it's on his hip near one of the bruises.

Carved into it.

"Mine".

Holy shit.

"Kurt," I breath. He starts to sob. Tears flow from his eyes like little waterfalls. I'll never forget that either. It gets worrisome after a while, his breathing becomes infrequent. I slowly sit him up. He winces and cries out. "Sorry, sorry," I hiss and rest him against my chest, between my legs. He relaxes a little but he's still crying.

"Baby I am so sorry." We sit in relative silence for a few minutes before I realize.

"Kurt...I have to check your...umm…down there."
If I'd been talking about our sex, which was consensual, I would have said "ass" or "hole". But this seemed like such a bad thing already. I wasn't about to make it seem normal by using, well, more explicit terms.

"N-no! Pl-pl-please!" He sobs. "P-p-p-please don-don't!"

"I have to baby," I say. "Are you...er...bleeding?"

"DON'T! B-bl-b-blaine don't!"

I start crying a little too. "Sweetie I won't judge or even touch you unless I have to clean you a little. Just let me help. You could get i-infected or something babe."

He cries a little more before he turns over. I take this as a signal to check him. I slowly pull down his pants and wince, cause there's blood all over his usually perfect ass, and down his thighs. Jeremiah didn't give him any underwear back I see. I hold back my gasp. I can't make this worse for him.

"Oh baby...it's okay." He's stiffened, so I put my hands on his shoulders and rub them. His crying has quieted a little, so I move back down there and slowly spread his cheeks. I feel awful.

He's pulsing blood. I don't know how I didn't notice a wet spot on his pants but he definitely is. I see white fluid dripping from there too and I want to punch something. Bastard! (Author Note 1)

I long for the moments before this. We were so naive and happy. We'll never have that again. We'll never have it again! He's ruined our fucking lives!

And then I remember it's all my fault. If I'd never serenaded that son of a bitch we wouldn't be here. I'd ruined Kurt's life. I'd ruined my life, but more importantly I'd ruined Kurt's.

What have I done?

Jeremiah is such a gross and disgusting physco. Yuck yuck yuck. I promise it'll get better for our Klaine in a few chapters!

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