Disclaimer: not mine.

Reposted: explicit torture scenes. No rape.

Warnings: Torture, crude language, blood [that is to be expected]

When he came to, Duo found himself tied to the wall, his arms wrenched over his head. Manacles were around his wrists and the chains were attached to the ceiling. Groaning, Duo tried to decrease the pressure on his shoulders but wasn't able to. On top of that, he had a pounding headache and felt like someone was hammering away inside his head.

Hell, what hit me?

The lights were dim so he didn't have much trouble opening them. Looking around, he saw that he was in a strange room. Off to one side, there was a fireplace, the fire burning merrily, and couches and such and on the other side, where Duo was situated, was some sort of medical lab. There was a metal table, on which, Duo found Trowa lying down flat, face up. His wrists and ankles were strapped down, and he looked as though he was asleep.

"Trowa? Trowa?" He called out softly. There was no response. "Come on, Tro, wake up." He moaned piteously as the ache in his shoulders made itself more known. Mumbling curses, he tried to see if he could reach the lock picks in his hair, but his arms were too far up.

Suddenly the door swung open and bright light filled the room, causing Duo to reflexively shut his eyes tight.

"Well, well, well. I see you're awake." A voice sneered. Painfully, Duo opened his watering eyes and forced them to adjust to the harsh light. He could see the shadow of a three men stepping in and shutting the door behind him. The lights weren't too dim so he could see one of the men clearly. He reckoned that the other two were guards, looking at how they stayed near the door. Reverting his eyes to the third, he studied him. Tall, Muscular, not too shabby looking. Red hair and blue eyes, along with a beard and a sneer etched upon thin lips.

"Name's Cain." The man chuckled after seeing Duo size him up. Walking over to the metal table, Cain reached out a hand and slowly caressed Trowa's bare chest. "Poor baby, still out of it."

Duo's eyes narrowed into slits and he spoke, his voice cold and dangerous. "Get your filthy hands off of him."

The other man looked surprised. A smirk slowly formed on his face. Walking around the table and towards Duo, he stopped in front of the American pilot.

"Oh? What are you? His lover?"

Duo saw red and fury heated his belly, but he wisely refused to answer. Such information was not necessary.

Cain sighed and turned to look at Trowa. "Beautiful, isn't he? I remember the first time I saw him. It was in one of those mercenary camps. He made me hard just by looking at him, the little bitch that he was."

Duo's eyes widened at the implication. Trowa was...raped? Cain smirked again before continuing. "Oh yes, the older officers and I had loads of fun with him. I bet he was fun for you too, ne?"

Duo opened his mouth to retort but then snapped it shut as he realized that Cain still thought that he was the other's lover. Instead he hissed out, "Go to Hell, bastard."

Fire ignited in those cold blur eyes and Duo could do nothing for the blow that came at his gut. Letting out a whoosh of air, he tried to curl himself as much as he could to reduce the pain.

"I will not have anyone disrespecting me." Cain snarled out, wrenching Duo's head up by his hair. The deathscythe pilot quickly stifled a whimper as his hair was almost ripped out by its roots.

Leaning closer to Duo, he said softly. "You know what? I think I'll have some fun with you until pretty boy over there wakes up. James! Heat up a knife!"

One of the guards moved towards the fireplace, pulling out a gleaming knife and Cain began to undress him. "What-what are you doing? No! Stop!" Duo cried out, struggling to kick the man away. That only brought a severe blow to his head and he could only moan piteously as the world spun dizzyingly for a few moments. When he came back to awareness, he found himself naked from waist up.

James brought the knife to Cain and the taller man took it with a smirk. "Let's begin, shall we?"

Duo saw Cain step behind him and after a moment, pain shot up his shoulders as the other man cut a deep gash across his shoulders. He nearly cried out but forced himself to remain silent. He was a soldier, a gundam pilot. He was trained to withstand torture. But gods! The pain was so intensely dizzying as Cain artfully carved his back. Blood dripped down the clean tiled floor, contrasting the blood red with the stark white.

Cain's eyes caught an crazed glimmer and his lips stretched in a insane smile. "Hm...blood. I love the color. I love the pain. Do you feel the pain? Come on, let me hear the pain. Let me HEAR THE PAIN!!!" his voice rose as he cut a particularly deep gash down the middle of Duo's back. Still Duo bit his lips and forced himself to be silent. But he was starting to feel dizzy from the excessive loss of blood from his body and Cain showed no signs of stopping.

"Fine! You want to be that way?! We'll see about that!" Cain snarled angrily. Stepping back in front of the trapped pilot, he tore the pants off of him and brought the heated knife to the tender skin of his inner thighs.

With pain already blazing on his back, Duo couldn't stand the onslaught on one of his tender areas. He screamed.

"Yes, that's it. Scream. Scream for me!"

And Duo did. Not because Cain ordered him to, but because the pain was so intense that he couldn't help himself.

Then, over the screams, came a soft whimper. And a whisper. "Please. No. Let him go..."

Cain turned and looked at Trowa who was slowly coming awake. "Please..." He whispered again.

"Trowa..." Cain drawled out. "What? You don't like this?"

The Latin pilot slowly shook his head. "Please, I beg of you. Let him go..."

The other laughed. Simply laughed. "Well, my boy, I rather like you begging me, so no. And I think that it would hurt you more to see your lover tortured than yourself. So why would I stop?"

"Please..."

"Shut up and stay down." Cain snarled when Trowa moved to break the bonds. Not that he was strong enough to.

"Please...let him go...he's not my lover..."

"Ha! You would say that! I don't believe you!"

"He's not..."

"SHUT UP! I've had enough of your nonsense!" Cain yelled, his eyes insane as he brought his knife up and cut a deep slash diagonally across his torso.

"You like that?" He taunted Trowa, as he cut Duo savagely. "You like seeing your lover get tortured? Filthy little bitches!" In a moment of rage, Cain brought the knife up and severed off the braid.

Trowa's eyes filled with horror as he saw the sacred braid fall to the bloodied floor. Duo's most prized possession other than his cross. Duo fell silent as his eyes watched the only thing that held good memories fell to the ground. The light went out from his eyes, he simply stared at the braid, slowly shutting everything out.

But Cain was too far gone. It took him a while before he noticed that all was quiet. Running a hand through his mussed hair, he aimed a final smirk at the two.

"Hn. I'll have to come back later when he's capable for screaming. Let's hope you don't forget this." With that, he turned and strode out the room, leaving Duo still staring down at his braid and Trowa with tears running down his face.

I know I was horrible to Duo and Trowa in this chapter. But in the next one, they're going to be in the safehouse and the others will take care of them.

[sniff] I feel bad...

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