I am so sorry that I haven't posted this chapter sooner, but as I am writing this story while I am posting, I can't always get the chapters written fast. My spring break just ended, so the posts might be a little longer in terms of the time that it takes for me to get them up. Thank you guys for the awesome reviews... I really appreciate the words of encouragement and though one of the reviews kind of made me mad, I still appreciate the time people take to read the story and then the extra time to review.

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WARNING: There is mention of rape in this chapter, and violence... be warned!

Rome watched as a broken look crossed Brian's features and settled there, and knew that he had to do everything he could to stop Joseph O'Connor. Jo walked closer to Brian and smirked at his fevered son, ready to rape his own son, for only three reasons; he could, it felt good, and to break Brian's spirit; the latter of which he had already started to do and savored the dread and fear in Brian's eyes as he walked closer to him.

Jo took the straps around Brian's legs off and though Brian's movements weren't as direct and on touch as he wanted them to be; Brian waited for his father to get closer and wrapped his now freed legs around the man's neck. Brian's grip around his neck tightened even as the man used one hand to try and separate the legs from his neck and searched through his pocket with the other. The man found what he had been searching for and pulled out a filled syringe. He reached up and took the cap off with his teeth, and Brian seeing this tried to struggle harder, remembering the drug that was used on him earlier, and a shudder passed through his body, not wanting go through this feeling helpless as he had earlier.

Joseph O'Connor took the needle and starting to lose consciousness, he stabbed it down into Brian's abdomen, and pushed the drug into his son's body. Brian's struggles weakened as he felt the drug take effect, and with a desperation that had filled him when his father had raped him before, he kicked out, catching his father on the side of the head, before the drug fully kicked in and he could barely moved. He watched satisfied as his father stumbled back, and dropped to his knees with the force of the kick, but with dread he also watched as the man got back up.

He could hear and see Rome fighting against the chains, and yelling at his father to get away from Brian, but the man just kept coming toward him. There was nothing Brian could do to get away from his, 'father' the word felt like acid in his mouth. The thing about what was about to happen and what had already happened to him was, that feeling of utter helplessness, the feeling that if he hadn't been drugged he could have gotten away, but since he was there was absolutely nothing he could do to fight the man who was supposed to be his flesh and blood. Even when he was younger and the man used to come after him, Brian had fought, done anything to get away, but now there was nothing that he could do, and that was what hurt him the most.

He was helpless...

Dominic Toretto fought his hardest against the chains that held him to the wall, even as the screams came from the room next to his. He could tell that the sound was coming from Brian, and he could also hear Rome yelling at Brian's father to get off of him, and to stay away from Brian. He could also hear the man's groans and moans as he was raping Brian, and it made him sick, but more than that it made him angry. Made him want to break something, kill someone; preferably the bastard that was hurting Brian, or the bastards that had locked them up here in the first place; or maybe just get him and Vince free from the chains and beat all three of them to a bloody heap; and then let Brian run over them with the Supra.

He watched as he pulled, watched as Vince tried to do the same thing; both of them trying to get out and get to Brian. Then there was the sound that neither of them wanted to hear; Brian was quiet after the man groaned loud one last time. He could hear Rome yelling for Brian to wake up, to just open his eyes, but there was no response from the other man. Then there was the most chilling sound, the sadistic laughter that came from the man that must have been Brian's father.

Both of them pulled harder at the chains, hearing the eerie quiet as a loud thump sounded in the other room. They knew it had been Rome that had made the noise, because there was no longer yelling, and that was one of the worst things that could have happened. Dom felt a sickening pop and then searing pain in his right thumb as the bone snapped out of place. He bit his lip to cover the sound that would have burst out from the pain, and pulled his hand through the shackle. He popped the bone back into place with a resounding crack, and a groan of pain that he couldn't quite conceal.

Vince looked at him as if he were nuts, but then set his mind back on his own shackles, trying to pry them open, which Dom tried with his free hand. It didn't work, but he didn't pull his left thumb out of place either, so it was a win lose situation, though it was more lose that he didn't get free. Brian and Rome needed them, especially Brian after what had just happened and what they were told had happened before.

Joseph O'Connor buttoned Brian's pants back up when he was finished, and watched as the light in Brian's eyes faded, and he stared blankly at the wall, in an almost catatonic state. He smirked to himself as he watched, though a small part of him was regretful for what he had done to his son, the much larger part of him was sated, his mind full of sadistic pleasure. He knew that Brian wasn't a masochist, and he knew that he had hurt the man and that he had hurt him badly, but the sadistic part was filled to the brim with pleasure…

Rome fought to get a hold of Jo, so he could kick the ass of the man who had broken Brian's spirit, and had just broken Brian in general. He watched as the man made the mistake of thinking that Rome couldn't reach him because of the chains, and Joseph walked toward him. As soon as the man got close enough, Rome pulled up his chained arms, and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, cutting off his air supply.

Joseph O'Connor fought as hard as he could, to get away from Roman Pearce, but the more he tried to pull away, the tighter the grip got. He started to let himself slide into the darkness figuring that he couldn't get away from Rome when the man was pissed at him. He vaguely heard the door slam open, and suddenly he was dropped, and dragging in heaving gasps, he felt hands pulling him away from the man who was now lying on the floor unconscious in a growing puddle of blood.

Joseph smirked as he looked back and forth between his catatonic like son and the unconscious Roman Pearce. Both of the worst things that had come into his life were broken, if not physically then mentally, and though he hadn't been the one to put the huge gash and possible skull fracture on Roman's head, he had been the one to brake the valiant spirit of his son, and for that his sadistic mind was happy.

With help from Lance and Johnny, he carefully got to his feet and though he swayed a minute, he quickly steadied himself. He turned to walk out of the room, not talking to either of the two men that had helped him, only stopping momentarily as he touched the door handle. He looked back to the scene behind him once more, just to sear the image into his pain seeking mind, and turned the handle, walking out without a word.

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