Disclaimer: you know. Not mine even if I wanted it.
A/N: this chapter contains moderately graphic rape. If you are squeamish and easily disgusted, please leave now. Thank you for your cooperation.
I got home and my father was waiting for me. He threw open the door and pulled me inside, grinning like a lunatic. I gulped; this was not good. He was never this happy to see me. His eyes were glazed which told me that he was drunk and he slurred his words which told me that not only was he drunk, he was completely and totally pissed. My heart began to beat furiously and I tried desperately to overcome the urge to start crying. I knew what was coming. No. Please, no. Oh god, please, no. I begged inside my head.
"I have some friends who'd like to see you, YamaTO." He laughed and dragged me into the Torture Chamber. Sitting on the bed were two of his ex co-workers. They were close and often came, before he was fired, to have drinks or watch television together. I convulsed involuntarily and he punched me in the side. I knew what they were here for. They were leering at me, their dirty eyes roving up and down my body. Was I even a person anymore? I seriously doubted that my father thought so. He regarded me as a THING, a toy, to be used, and then thrown away.
"Wow. You never told us just HOW handsome your son was. I can't wait to get me a piece of that." One of them laughed drunkenly.
"No." I whimpered and he threw me down. "NO!!!" I fought and kicked and scratched but the added combination of what he had done to me two nights ago and the lack of food besides that omelet Tai gave me that morning made me weak. Besides, three grown men could easily overpower a skinny teenage boy. They held me down and tears ran down my cheeks. "NO." I cried, over and over but their hands ripped the clothes off me, they weren't even mine, they were Tai's. How was I going to pay him back? I didn't have money and my dad wouldn't care anyway. I was filled with such hatred that I wanted nothing more than to kill him and his friends, cut their throats and rip out their hearts as they begged me for mercy. I always felt that way before he broke me. I always felt like that and then after he was done with me, I couldn't have killed a fly even if I'd wanted to.
"Shut up." They ordered as their dirty hands roamed and touched me in places I didn't want them to touch, they hit me, beat me when I moved, when I flinched. Time was lost on me; I will never know exactly how long I was in the Torture Chamber that day. Seconds crawled by. Minutes felt like hours. Hours felt like years. I didn't know if I had been there two minutes or five years. I was tired and weak and sick of everything, of life. What did they want from me? Then one climbed on top and I felt his bare skin on mine and I knew what was coming and I tried to prepare myself but the pain was unbearable and I screamed as loudly as I could, the sound ripped through my throat, when he drove into me. There was fire and pain and suffering and how long was this going to last? How long until I died? It felt like hours before he finished, panting and whispering how good I felt, did I like that? I tried to move but my hands were locked and the other two had hold of my feet. It hurt too much. I knew I was bleeding. Please. Leave me alone. Then another man. This one was meaner, stronger, faster, harder. He plunged into me with no mercy, no abandon. I screamed. When would I die? When would God have mercy on me and take me from this agony? Please. Let me die. It hurt so much. It was all that I knew. The others laughed. He finished with a moan and I was shrieking from the pain. Help. When would I die? I screamed and cried, begged for their mercy. They only laughed at me. I was helpless to help myself. When would I die? Please. All I wanted was to be left alone. I just wanted my life to end.
A/N: Gah. I had a hard time writing this chapter. Sorry it's so short but I didn't think it would be too good to go into greater detail. shudders what bastards… anyways, I promise the next chapter will be much longer and a lot less brutal.