A.N.: Sorry for the delay, but I just returned from my summer vacation last night. So here's your new update. A warning goes along with this chapter – the descriptions are pretty graphic, so if you feel offended by it you probably shouldn't read it... You've been warned! Enjoy reading.

Chapter 27:

They had returned to the dark room he was trapped in – but this time his assailant wasn't alone. There were two of them, the one who had been talking to him before and another one, Danny hadn't encountered before. They had come back with the very same question and he already knew he would provide them with the very same answer.

„Agent Taylor, are you willing to cooperate now? Will you tell us what information Elizabeth Tejar shared with you?"

„Go to hell!"

He had wished for his voice to sound stronger and more confident, but his remark hadn't been more than a hoarse cry. He knew he was losing his strength and unfortunately his opponents knew that, too. But he was not willing to give up – he couldn't do that. They would kill him as soon as he gave them the information requested.

„Turn him on his stomach – I'm gonna make him talk."

Danny had no idea what the second man beside his torturer was up to and he didn't want to find out actually. He couldn't endure much more of this – the pain, the embarrassment, the fear. He needed all this to stop, needed to be released. He was close to the edge and he knew that – they would break him, sooner or later and if this would go on for any longer they would manage. They would make him scream out in pain hysterically and cry about the desperation of his situation.

The other man around laughed friendlessly and roughly did what he had been asked to do. Danny couldn't help but cry out in pain when the man touched some of his injuries and aggravated the pain, especially the one to his wrists due to moving him around.

„You sure you don't wanna tell us what you know about Elizabeth Tejar?"

Danny didn't answer – he wouldn't give in to them, he wouldn't help them, no matter what they did. Then he heard a sound and this sound made him feel nauseous immediately – it was the sound of someone unzipping his pants. All of a sudden he realized what this would be about, what the other man would be doing to him.

He tried to shift in his position, tried to move as far away from them as he was able, but the stitching pain in his wrists kept him from getting away. He felt the urgent need to throw up, and he also felt tears forming in his eyes. He knew he couldn't prevent this, he couldn't keep it from him. Even if he would give in right now – these guys were sick, they were psychopaths, they liked to inflict pain. They would still do this to him even if he would give in.

He told himself to stay strong, to shut out the pain and the situation around him, told himself to not give in, not give up. He needed to stay calm, keep his breathing slow and easy and not start to cry about what was going to happen to him. He wouldn't show fear – not to them. They would not break him – not like this.

But as soon as the other man approached him, ripping the shorts from his lower body – he lost it. He completely lost his composure, unable to hold back his emotions any longer – he panicked. His voice was trembling, showing all of his fear and hopelessness and he could feel the hot tears rise in his eyes.

„Please, don't. Don't do this to me. Please stop, stop doing this. Please..."

„Will you tell us what you know?"

„I,..., I can't."

„Then this can't be avoided."

He could hear the other man laugh in the cruelest way he had ever heard. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't stop this, he couldn't avoid it. They would break him, invade his privacy in the worst way possible, take every last bit of dignity away from him. And his attacker's reaction was making it far more worse.

„He's a beautiful young man...However, Agent Taylor, I'm a little out of practice. It's some time that I last did this – the dictatorship is long over, you know. It may hurt a little..."

„Good god... Please don't do this – you can't do this to me... I beg you..."

He wished to be dead right now, not having to go through this, not losing the last bit of his innocence in such a horrible way. He at least hoped he would be unconscious – some state of mind that would prevent him from enduring this torment. But it wouldn't come.

He could feel the other man's weight on the bedside as he kneeled down on it. He winced when he was touched roughly by his attacker, who moved him back into his former position – the one he had tried to escape from.

He was completely unable to react, his body numbed and paralyzed with fear and desperation. He felt like he wasn't really present anymore, but was looking at this whole scene from some other perspective, like he wasn't really affected by this whole situation. It felt unreal, much too unreal to believe it, but it was happening and it was happening to him.

The other man was taking a position right behind him in a very slow way, enjoying every last moment of fear he caused to his victim. Danny's breathing quickened and he could no longer keep himself from sobbing uncontrollably. Somewhere in the back of his mind he realized that he started to hyperventilate.

Hopefully this physical reaction would be helpful to him, hopefully he would start to feel dizzy, not having enough air and losing consciousness before he would be assaulted in this horrible way. He silently prayed for unconsciousness to come and save him.

„Now boy – you won't pass out on me, will you? You will miss all the fun."

He knew it was of no use, but he at least had to try for one last time. They couldn't be that cruel and inhuman after all? They couldn't really mean to do this to him? He needed to try to save himself from this, needed to stop it from happening.

„Please, just let me go. There's nothing I can help you with. You don't have to do this. Don't do this to me. Please!"

„I love it when they plead for mercy, don't you?"

The other man didn't answer the question, but he didn't need to. His assailant had no mercy for him and he wouldn't stop. He was even feeling pleasure due to his desperate plea for help and the hopelessness in his voice. Danny knew that he had no chance after all. He would have to go through this, he would have to suffer, go on suffering – nothing could change it.

„Talktime is over now, boy. Let's have some fun, won't we?"

Danny was unable to respond, being absolutely terrorized by the events around him, as the other man shifted into position behind him. He leaned down over him slowly, very slowly. Danny could feel the warmth of the other body close to him and he had to swallow the sudden nausea in his throat down. He would've thrown up otherwise.

He screamed out in agony – not only from the physical pain, but also from the heart piercing injustice and embarrassment lying within this assault – as the other man forced himself on him. He cried now, he couldn't do anything against it and his attacker's reaction – his laughter due to the pain he was inflicting made it even more worse.

He had prayed for unconsciousness, had really and deeply prayed to god to not let him have to go through this. He hadn't prayed in a long time before and obviously the lord was angry with him, because his prayers weren't granted.