Hi guys! Are you okay? I hope so! I'm back! Thanks for all the reviews!

Sorry for how long it takes to update but this last month has been hard. May is always a hard month for me for a particular day and issues of my own so I wasn't fine and, just to complete the mess that I was, I lost a family member during my tests so it was a punch after punch on me and on my family but right now I'm fine. Also, I don't know what the hell happened weeks ago that all my documents were deleted without my consent, including the one with the story so I had to write it all over again.

Anyways, can we go to the chapter? Just a warning: this chapter contains explicit scenes. I'm kind of angry about personal issues and I take my anger out here so it's dark. Read at your own risk! So let 's go!

Previously on chapter 6:

"It's time." The phrase sends shivers across both cop's spine. Time for what? They look at each other, they try to hide and affirm the opposite for each other by the eyes but it's clear both are completely scared about what's going to happen next. Absolutely isn't going to be a good thing. It's going to change them forever.

"Just kill me already and let him go, Nathan."

"It's not you who is going to decide, Voight." Turning to Jay, he continues. "Jay, I have an offer to you."

"Let him go and kill me. It's the only deal I will accept." Nathan take out a gun from his pocket and pointed to Voight

"Or I can kill him right here right now and let you go."

"Jay!"

"As you said before, it's not optional. No!"

"Or I will let him go but you are going to stay forever with me as my sexual slave."

Numbness. Jay is paralyzed and about to get sick as soon as the words come out of his mouth. Nothing in his police and military training and day life, even the worst ones, can be useful to apply in his current situation. He knows what he has to do. Is it the right act? For a civilian probably not as well as insane but he is more than just a civilian, he is a cop and former Ranger of the US Army.

He has a whole life in his hands like everyone and uncountable plans for his own happiness and to honor the memories of his fallen friends who died in Afghanistan for him to be able to come back and live a normal life.

He has his place on the elite unit of the Chicago Police Department at a young age which is the motive of jealousy from older cops and still has a long journey through the police.

He still has a lot of people to save from criminals out there.

He still has to develop his bond with Will after some long time apart, watching sports on a Friday night with him like when they were kids, drinking beers and sharing laughs, stories and tears with him and going to visit their mom's grave.

He still wants to share moments with his family. He wants to see children growing up and making their own trails in this world. He wants to see the youngest ones from the team growing up personally and professionally. He wants to see the marriage between his considered baby brother Adam Ruzek with Kim Burgess, who will be better detectives than himself one day and on Intelligence because of their potential. He wants to watch more of Trudy Platt's karaoke and Kevin Atwater's stand-up. He wants to learn how to deal better with his PTSD with Al, who had been in a war before and was the only one supporting him during Rodiger's case, and Mouse, his baby brother who walked with him through hell's desert named Afghanistan. The crazy routine and dangerous work they all have makes being together and celebrating another week of beer and sports at Molly's a rare event like the one he was supposed to meet with Matthew Casey, Kelly Severide, Connor Rhodes, Adam, Kevin, Mouse and his brother. Yes, on the same Friday that he and Voight were kidnapped. They have tried to meet for a long time but something would go south and then they would cancel and wait for the next time.

Erin. It's been a long ride for them to get together and have Voight's blessing for it. Since the moment his eyes landed on her 3 years ago, he fell in love in a way that he got scared of himself of how deeply he was. He had her in his head and being partnered with her didn't help at all, just increasing his feelings. Everything on her is perfect, her hair, her eyes, her smile, her body, her way to treat the victims and suspects, she is a total badass independent magnific woman and being her boyfriend when she got her job on the task force was the best thing ever. He was in paradise having the woman he loves as his partner in work and girlfriend at home. Unfortunately, Murphy's law is true. A fucking horrible truth. She broke up with him because of Voight. Yates appeared. Nadia got kidnapped, tortured and killed by him. Bunny entered in full force on her live. She puts him and everyone away and quits herself to drown in her drug addiction to escape from reality. The three weeks without her tears him apart but then, after being kidnapped and tortured by Keyes and his men, who came from a spiral down to save him from a certain death? Erin. How? He didn't know but didn't want to know either. He has Voight's blessing and now they are officially dating. Break his heart thinking how deeply worried she is towards their disappearance. He wants to marry her. He wants to have children with her if it's her desire as well. He wants to get old with her. He loves her.

He stops thinking when he hears a groan coming from Voight after receiving a kick on his gut and being restrained against the wall behind him.

"Fighting is worthless, Hank. Continue and I will put a bullet inside your head." Everything turns in slow motion. He has the power to save himself or his boss in his hands now. He is a civilian, a American citizen with many dreams and many incredible things to realize. However, his job always comes first. Serve and protect the people even with the sacrifice of life. Even though the government, mídia and some citizens hate police from understandable motives for the minority who are corrupted by the system, don't follow the mantra and kill like judges the ones they swore to protect but have their stories told, he does the opposite and believes that the majority, like his unit, do too but their stories and acts stays in the shadow for eternity. If some day the right cops will earn the deserved credit and respect, he is unsure but, any other way, he is going to make his contribution. It's going to hurt not to be able to see his family again though.

Thank you, Antonio, for bringing me to this unit.

In any moment of his existence, he would think that such a major and horrific thing would happen to him.

Thank you, Adam, Kevin, Al, Kim and Trudy, my brothers and sisters from the police and Mouse, my brother from the Army.

They would be fine without him, wouldn't they?

Thank you, Will, for being the best brother someone would ask for.

Or will this rip them apart forever?

Thank you, Erin, for being the best partner and girlfriend.

He will always be in love with her no matter what happens.

Thanks Firehouse 51 and Gaffney for accepting me in Chicago and into this family. Thanks Chicago for the best years of my life.

Why is goodbye so hard?

Continue what we are good on.

He didn't want this.

I wish a fantastic life for everyone and I miss you all. We are fine. I love you all.

Memories of all them passed through his head in light velocity.

"So do it! What are you waiting for?"

But it's time to let go.

"I accept." Jay's voice pulls them back to reality. Nathan kneels in front of Voight, with his gun on hand pointing directly to his gut and staring the old man deeply in his brown eyes.

"What have you accepted, Boy?"

"Let him go. I'm yours." Voight's eyes widens as Anderson gives him his sick smile and murmurs in his ear.

"Say goodbye to your son. He's just my bitch now."

"No! Jay, that's an order! Don't accept it!"

"I don't have another option"

"Hell yes you have!"

"We are going to be fine...the team will recover from it...you are going home at least"

"Jay!"

"Thanks for accepting me on your team…you're going to find someone else to replace me ok?"

"Jay, don't start saying that."

"Look after Erin, the team and Will for me…"

"Halstead!"

"Tell them I love them...and always will..."

"Jay, you are going to tell them all of this by yourself."

"And thank you...for being the best boss I ever had…" and more father than my own ever was…"for showing me the real meaning of family. I own you." Jay gives a sad smile while a single tear streams down his face. He wants to say more, he has lots of necessary things to say but Anderson pulls him up by the hair forcing him to look at him.

"Repeat what you have said."

"Let him go. I'm yours."

"So you want to be fucked like the whore you are" He invades his mouth again but, different from the last time, the kiss is more deep and powerful, like he had just won a gift of his dreams. In the meantime, his left hand curls around Jay's throat, squeezing hard and digging his fingernails, strangling him to the point the screams and gags are no more than painful muffled sounds. However, for his merciless opinion, these sounds are the most perfect symphony, stimulating his already hard manhood even more to the point the pressure is hurting. He lets go of the grip on his hair and pulls his feet to make him lie down, his head colliding to the floor with a broken bone sound. He unzips his pants very slowly and lets them fall to the ground with his boxers having the same destiny and kicks them somewhere far, releasing his member. He looked at the boy laying on the floor. Jay becomes pale for a few seconds as his widen eyes travel insecurely and frighteningly around his naked form until his full attention and sick fascination landing on his cock makes him shallow dry over to the size, largest and hardness that it was.

Naturally, he is proud to admit his imponent size. He is and his brother used to be too. Their proudest moment was watching the terror resurface in the victim's eyes and their begs for mercy when they realized what was going to happen. Those images and sounds are still carved in his soul like tattoos. Like them, Jay has the same frightening eyes. Unlike them, Jay is not begging. Normally, it would have made him mad but he isn't. Instead, he is glad as hell. Something about him makes everything better.

He has accepted his destiny.

He has accepted his destiny for Voight's safety. Just like the way he planned.

You are making me proud, brother! He could hear his brother's voice whispering in his ear. He should have been here. He knows he would love to make an excellent service on the masterpiece beneath him. But he isn't thanks to Voight. That's why the pressure on his groin is the biggest he ever had to the point it's hurting like bitch, thanks to the overstimulation from drinking Viagra before, a new anger wave toward his brother's murderer and his newest toy.

"Like what you are seeing? Wait to prove." Jay instantly regrets and closes his eyes in pure desperation as he kneels on his ankles, forces his legs apart and slowly crawls until reaching the internal part of his thighs and lifts enough to have access to his ass.

"What are you?"

"I...I"

"You are my bitch. Now repeat"

"I'm...your...bitch"

"And you want to be fucked by your master. Repeat"

"I...want...to...be...fucked...by...my...master" Jay's hoarse words come out shaky and dragged, trying to breathe properly and not throw up or cry about what's happening. Nathan's naked form above him is such a horrible sight that penetrates into him and it's fixed forever in his soul. He knew he was screwed up. Now he is soon to be literally.

"I've been waiting for this for so long, bitch!" He grabs and squeezes his ass harshly.

"You don't have any idea of how excited I am and how painful I will make this for you as punishment to let me wait." Jay's sad moan is his only answer.

"I would recommend you get used to this." He inserts one finger. Shivers of excitement pass through him when he reaches his prostate, making Jay arches his back and groans in pure agony and unwanted pleasure. He inserts another finger and starts massaging his prostate increasing velocity and strength to the point he feels blood dripping from his ass and from his hands.

"Get used to your new life, my slut." He takes out his bloody fingers and, without any warning, right before his victims' sad eyes, inserts his hard big manhood into the bloody unprepared ass. He chuckles from the bloody scream pushed out from his victims throat like a personal award. He grips his hips and, once he adjusts himself better into him, he pumps in and out mercilessly, his objective is to do the maximum harm on the boy beneath him, using his own blood as lubricant to go even further. He doesn't care how much Jay is bleeding as this just helps him adjust his hips and his thrusts and the sensation gives satisfaction for him. He doesn't care about how much Jay cries out his pain and the heartbreak moans and gasps coming in each thrust from his victim which echoes in the small room. For him, those sounds are so beautiful that they become symphonies, the most perfect music from his ears and the blood the consequences of how good he can perform his work on his masterpiece under him, enough to laugh sadistically.

The boy finally surrendered himself totally. Don't have any movement indicating a fight back. His only voluntary movement is the trembling chest as it rises and falls, any other one it's due to his merciless, raping the deepest, fastest and most painful he's ever done inside his body. The hope and wish for fight remained in his eyes before had completely vanished from his entire human being, replaced by fear and sadness which makes his whole body shake by chills and shivers every time he thrusts more into him.

Revenge is a dish that is eaten cold. This popular saying has just made sense now. After all these years overcoming the grief of his family's death and accumulating anger towards the killer, he thought he wasn't going to be able to payback the pain. At least, it wasn't going to be so impacting and thrilling for him. It was going to be simple. If someone had told about what the future would bring to his way for his act, he wouldn't have believed. But now, using Detective Jay Halstead laying surrendering on the floor for his own pleasure and submissive for the rest of his life makes every second, every hour, every day of the last 10 year of his life spent behind bars worth it and the pain on the killer's heart it's more intense than any torture on him would bring.

Jay belongs to him.

He owns the perfect little loyal boy who is nothing more than his sexual toy now. For eternity.

The more he thinks about it, the harder he gets and more intense and painful he inserts himself into his toy.

"Do you like it, boy?"

No answer.

"Answer me when I talk to you, whore! Do you like it, boy?"

"Y-es" Paralyzed. Frightened. Pain. There's no other words that can define what's currently happening. His throat is sore from crying out and the choking, his ears echoing the dirty curse words thrown at him, his heart is beating fast on his chest, his rise and fall of chest trembling by the fear and impulses by Nathan's thrusts in and out him deeply, already reaching his prostate, certainly swollen. He can feel the uncontrollable bleeding from his ass, dirtying all the floor under him, on himself and on his rapist and helping the last as lubricant in his work to take away his dignity. He feels like he's being ripped apart by a metal stick. It's the worst pain he ever felt. He has tears on his eyes that he is fighting against them to stream down his face. This isn't a horrific hallucination or nightmare which soon he's going to wake up sweating but out of this horrible place and next to Erin. This is real life. He doesn't have strength to scream or beg for mercy, overcome by shame for the abandon, lonely and rejected sensation of his helplessness, just existing drowning in pain. Using his military training to endure torture seems his only option. 'Put your head in somewhere where they can't access and they won't break you' his first commander's voice echoes in his head, creating his personal mantra while time-lapses pass through his mind.

Mom. Friends in school. Will. Friends of the Army. Mouse. Antonio. Erin. Adam. Kevin. Alvin. Trudy. Kim. Firehouse. Gaffney. Molly's.

Nathan moans and increases his thrusts. He couldn't dare looking at him to know that he is close to his orgasm.

Turn him off. Mom. Friends in school. Will. Friends of the Army. Mouse. Antonio. Erin. Adam. Kevin. Alvin. Trudy. Kim. Firehouse. Gaffney. Molly's.

He just wants this to stop. The pain is unbelievable. He can't handle it anymore. He just wants to go home. Can someone take him home?

Mom. Friends in school. Will. Friends of the Army. Mouse. Antonio. Erin. Adam. Kevin. Alvin. Trudy. Kim. Firehouse. Gaffney. Molly's.

Someone crying in the background. Perhaps he just realized now that he is crying during this whole damn torture and he is hearing his sobs and sniffs in the distance but somehow successfully he's managing to hold his tears. Nathan is still moaning inside him and he would be more maniac than he thought if it's him who is crying. He regrets the second after he looks at his rapist to check, his eyes closed and his unique disgusting psycho smile clearly appreciating and satisfying while moaning in pure pleasure for almost reaching his climax. The cry comes from his right side. Originally where Raphael, George and Voight are. He looks at the direction of the cry and negatively surprises himself not seeing the two gums. Not knowing their whereabouts or what they are doing doesn't help his nerves to calm down.

If it isn't he, Nathan or his gums, it's…No, no way. Hank Voight never cries. Surely he wouldn't cry now because of him. Especially for him he doesn't have any tears to cry. Right? No.

He is the one who is crying. Even though that's not possible to see as his boss is looking at the floor, the little pool under him is undeniable. He is crying. Also, he is murmuring something unheard. For a second, he lifts his head and their eyes meet. The man he considers unbreakable, fearless, stronger, his rock, his sign of hope is crying his brown eyes out and he understands what he was murmuring.

"Sorry, son." Wait! Has he just called him son? The man he considers his father figure is crying because of him even though he would never say it out loud. Seeing him so fragile broke his walls for once and he finally let the tears come.

"It's...okay…" dad.

"Sorry, son!" Hank murmurs again. That's it. My son is being raped. My son is being violated to protect me. He feels himself the worst person alive on this planet. He never had hated himself so much like the way he is now. He feels his heart being destroyed and taken away as soon as the painful and fast rhythm is set. He feels his heart being destroyed and taken away as soon as Jay repeated those dirty cruel words. He watches his body going up and down by the violent thrusts. He watches the fearful quickly rise and fall of his breathing. He hears him crying out and his moans in pain and agony. He hears the satisfied moans coming from the rapist reaching his climax inside the unmoved body beneath. He hears every single cruel word thrown to his son. He hears the sick slapping sound from Nathan's hips hitting Jay's hole. He sees his detective's blood dripping from him to the floor and lubricating the rapist passage. The metal smelling from blood in full force on the air makes him sick knowing that it belongs to his son. He watches, hears and cries seeing the lack of fight, face turns to the ceiling and eyes closed in order to protect him. He cries helpless to all of these sights. He didn't deserve this protection. He didn't want this protection. For anyone. Especially Jay, the one innocent beforehand. Is it a karma for all the murders and dirty things he had done in his life? Yes. Why does someone else have to pay for those instead of him? Why does the purest, beautiful and brightest souls have to suffer instead of the bad and dirty ones like him? In what crazy and unfair world they live! Jay is more than his subordinate, he is his savior, a man of pure ethics, he certainly would be a hell of a commander one day, stronger than him, braver than him, fearless than him, the most expecional cop like he never was and never will be had just given up his entire life in the thrash and in the hands of a maniac man for him. He makes a promise to himself and for Jay. He is going to find him in the boy's terms and ethics. He is going to follow in line the right terms and ethics. The old Voight is dead. He owns his kid one for the last time. It's the last thing he can do after what his detective has been doing.

"I will find you, Jay"

"It 's...ok…" as he talks, more tears fall from his swollen blue eyes. "Hurts…make...it...stop...please"

They stare at each other's eyes until Nathan suddenly tense entirely, moans and lifts himself for several seconds, emptying his sperm inside Jay, who cries out feeling the hot liquid burning like fire in his rectum, his heart, his soul and his dignity from once. He hesitantly looks at his rapist who is still inside him, sweating from his effort and laughing sadistically.

"You are so beautiful and tight, my bitch!" He passes his hands above the man's naked bruised torso, earning shivers from him while directing his hands to his neck. "See for what reason he was created, Voight? To be fuck hard as my pet! Right, slut?" The lack of Jay's answer waves a renewed anger through him, pinning him on the floor by his neck, choking him at the same time. "When I talk to you, you must answer yes master, you worthless whore!" He punches him hardly across the face, opening a new cut on his lip from the impact to the ground. "Have you enjoyed it like the slut you are?"

"Yes...master" He couldn't believe that the last word was really pronounced by him. He feels lonely. He feels rejected. He feels renegade. He feels disgusted. He feels he is a deception. He feels like a piece of meal laying on that floor to a maniac man's pleasure. Is he the same person after all? Do his loved ones think differently of him? Does he still have friends and family? Is he still Jay Halstead, brother of Will, son of Patrick and Kathleen Halstead, former Ranger, Intelligence detective, which friends he has? No. He feels like he has become someone else and those words are the new version of him appearing. His body doesn't belong to him. How long will it take for his soul to abandon him? Because happiness saw him and went away. Hope too. What's left is sadness. Shame. Tired. He wants to sleep. He wants to be alone in his own misery.

He screams again when Nathan pulls himself away from his ass and he throws up at the view. The man's penis is full of blood and sperm and his surroundings. The same penis that was into him some minutes ago. A mixture of his blood and sperm on the whole length. His own blood on it. The same sperm into him. Everything turns in slow motion again. His eyeshadows are succumbing to the darkness welcoming him. He observes with black spots the man putting his clothes back on. Finally. He observes him coming in his direction again with something on hands and a weight sitting on his chest, the fuck smile appearing in his line of vision.

"Say goodbye to Voight one last time." He leads forward and whispers in his ear "I'll be back soon. Until then, enjoy your friends and later, we are playing." He inserts a syringe on his neck.

"Take him out of here." He hears in the distance Nathan ordering Raphael and George. "I'm going to fuck your son and mines little whore sex toy everyday don't worry."

"Stay away from me, your idiots! Jay, keep fighting. I'm looking for you." He hears him fighting against the man unchaining him and taking him away. He is safe now. He is going home. He finally finds a little smirk and some kind of comfort to let himself deeply sleep, not hearing the ongoing fight nor a single shot echoing in the warehouse where his nightmare alive is just starting.

And it 's over. AAAAAAAA. The search now begins for once.

I really don't remember if Jay's mother name was mentioned so I put Kathleen (the first name that appeared on my head. Why? I don't know)

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