Author's Note: Whoever said "Life is a terrible thing to sleep through" should shut the fuck up and kill himself, or at least wake up and open

his eyes to see that we are all slowly being consumed. Also, I have been turned into a retard and am inserting the twin telepathy power for

Zack and Cody.

Danger: This chapter contains material involving inexplicit rape.

3.

Cody was amazed. He had made it back to the Tipton Hotel, where he belonged. He ran in and saw Mr. Moseby and Maddie, who

looked and saw him standing there. "Cody! You're back!" Mr. Moseby said. Moseby and Maddie came running up and hugged Cody.

"Cody! How did you get here?" asked Mr. Moseby in excitement. "I don't know. I was just, here, so I ran in before I got taken away

again," Cody said. "Where's Mom and Zack?" asked Cody. "They're in their suite. Go and see them!" Mr. Moseby said in excitement

again. Cody ran to the elevator, and pushed the button for the twenty third floor. He waited impatiently, and watched as the numbers to the

elevator grew higher and higher. Upon reaching his destination, the door opened and he ran to the his suite. He opened the door and ran in

to see Zack and Carey look up to see him. "Mom! Zack!" he said. Carey and Zack ran up to Cody and pulled him into a big, warm, loving

hug. He hugged them back, and felt the warmth and happiness in his body return to him. "My baby!" said Carey as she started crying on

Cody's shoulder. "Cody, your back," said Zack. He closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around his brother, and Cody fell back out of

the room, into a black abyss. Zack and Carey became distant, and he heard Kurt's voice. Everything was black. Cody was looking at his

eyelids. He opened them, and saw Kurt looking right in Cody's face, inches away. The sudden appearance of Kurt scared Cody, and he

screamed and rolled into a wall, trying to roll off the bed away from Kurt. He looked up and saw Kurt staring down up on him, laughing. It

had all been a dream.

"I scare you?" Kurt asked, with a demonic smile on his face, and a look of a murderer beaming from his eyes. Cody, terrified, nodded his

head. Kurt chuckled, and walked over and grabbed Cody by the front of his shirt. He lifted him up off the bed and threw him out into the

hallway. Cody stumbled, and leaned against the wall. Kurt grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him into the kitchen, and

threw him against the couch. He pulled out his whip again, and walked towards Cody, hitting his hand lightly with the whip, preparing to

hurt his son. "Dad... Why are you hurting me?" Cody asked as tears began to once again roll down his face and dampening his shirt.

Suddenly, there was a flash of brown across Cody's face, and he felt Kurt's belt hit him in the side of the face. "Stop asking questions

dammit!" said Kurt, getting angrier by the second. Behind Kurt, a door opened and through it came three men, whom Cody didn't know.

"If I give these guys a skinny teenager, I get paid more. So you go with them," said Kurt. "Don't lose him. Don't ever let him out of your

sight or he might try to get away." The three men nodded, and smiled at Cody with a friendly smile. "Come on Cody, we're not gonna hurt

ya'" said one of the men. "Go!" said Kurt, with a powerful voice. He pointed towards the door, and Cody walked towards the men, not

knowing just how much they would mentally hurt him forever.

Cody had been in a truck for an hour, and the men finally stopped at a small apartment area called the Tropic Gardens Apartments. These

were just two-star apartments, with no security and a perfect place to rape someone, kill someone, steal from someone, or all three. There

was a sense of danger, despair, and that a gang would come and kill you at any moment. But none of these happened, yet anyways. The

men walked up to door 180, and one of the men opened a door. Cody felt scared here. There was one bed, a small fridge, and a TV and a

door to a bathroom. Suddenly, Cody was shoved forward onto the bed by the three men, and he watched in horror as the three men

stripped down completely. They got on top of him and pulled off his shirt, shoes, socks, and then pants and boxers. Cody started crying as

the men touched him, and violated him. Made him filthy. Raped him. Cody looked up at the ceiling and felt so filthy he tried not to think

about God and him watching over Cody. He just took it all in as the men got their use of him.

The next day, Kurt came over at eleven in the morning to pick up Cody. By then, he had been showered, with the other three men of

course. When he got out, he was lifeless. He stared at the ground, unable to stop thinking about the events that had happened. He stood

there, motionless, and speechless, while feeling worthless. As Kurt put a hand on Cody, he realized just how torn up he was. Cody didn't

flinch, or even seem to acknowledge that he was there. Kurt grabbed Cody's wrists and pulled on him. As Kurt walked, Cody followed,

but didn't realize where he really was or who he was with. Cody got in the car, and was driven back home to Kurt's house where he would

continue to be abused. On the way home, Kurt stopped at McDonald's and got Cody a cheeseburger, medium fries, and a soda. Cody still

didn't move. Trying to get Cody to make some type of sign that he was still alive, Kurt picked up Cody's cheeseburger and opened it up,

and put it up to his nose. Cody didn't respond. Aggravated, he pulled off the top bun and pied Cody in the face with the cheese and

ketchup. Cody still didn't respond. "Answer me dammit!" Kurt yelled. Cody still made no movement or speech. Now infuriated, Kurt

drove off and broke the speed limit, trying to get home as soon as possible. Upon getting home fifteen minutes later, Kurt dragged Cody

into the house, into his room, and got out the belt. Kurt whacked Cody's ass with the belt, and Cody screamed in pain, being taken away

from his daydreaming. Kurt whipped Cody again, and Cody screamed even louder, tears now coming out of his eyes, sliding down his face

and neck, while some slid down into his mouth. Kurt whipped Cody again and again, showing no signs of stopping. Eventually, Kurt moved

to Cody's back, and continued whipping him as hard as possible, taking out all of his anger on his son. By the time he was done, Cody had

been whipped forty seven times, and his bedsheets were now wet with tears. Cody looked up as the belt smacked him across the face, and

Cody spout out saliva which landed on the wall, and slowly dripped down. Kurt left the room and locked the door, and then Cody heard

nothing. He continued lying there, crying and crying and crying until he fell asleep an hour and a half later. As he did, he wondered how

Zack and his mom were doing, and his heart began to ache in need of love and a true family who was there for him, and wouldn't sell his

body to men for money. Cody fell asleep, and the next morning woke up to find the sight of something that could get him to get hurt even

more.

Back at the Tipton Hotel, Zack felt a sharp pain in his side. He fell off the couch and landed on his back. "Mom, Cody's being hurt. Badly,"

said Zack as his mom rushed over to him from the kitchen and put a blanket on him. "Zack, don't worry honey. You'll be OK," said Carey,

not even paying attention to Zack and his comment of twin telepathy telling him Cody was in trouble. "Mom, no. It's twin telepathy. Cody is

being hurt, really bad." "Zack, just go and lay down in your bed, OK?" "OK." As Zack went to bed, he thought, Cody, I'll rescue you. He

then heard Cody in his head, Please, hurry.