Zephyr's Journey

by Rainbow-Winged Phoenix

This tale follows Kai's older brother on his journey to find salvation for them both. But of course, nothing is that straight forward. Especially not when your family is cursed. Can Zephyr survive the trials life throws at him? Will he be able to find the happy ending beyond years of torment? Does contain existing beyblade characters.

4. Prisoners

Sensitive topic #1. Grooming gangs. Before we begin down this road proper I want to make it clear that I do not view all muslims as paedophiles or terrorists. Within the last couple years however I did learn that Muslim grooming gangs were rife in the UK during the 80s and still are to this day. And in all honesty, this is the first time I've used them. In the past any child molesters in my stories were of white backgrounds.

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4. Prisoners

Within less than an hour of the mystery fluid being administered, Zephyr's world went blurry and none of his limbs responded, not the ones he wanted anyway. Everything was numb; so devoid of feeling was his body that he didn't feel himself being tossed onto a stiff mattress and tied to something, stomach up. Girls as young as 4 watched in terror as this new arrival was beaten to a near pulp, every blow given echoing off the walls. Frankie was off in a distant corner, unable to keep her eyes on their only hope being battered.

This wasn't the first time somebody had been beaten; the memory still fresh of a girl who tried to escape not a few days ago. She was raped and tortured in front of them until her body could take no more. Her death served as a message to all who would consider attempting to break free. Zephyr could hardly breathe when the punching and kicking stopped, writhing weakly on the now bloody mattress. He hadn't felt a thing but still tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. How long had it been since he'd experienced fear of this magnitude? Hazy figures danced tauntingly in Zephyr's immediate vision, teasing him with the knowledge he couldn't see anything clearly. Even sounds were hard to understand, almost like white noise in his ears.

Two blobs came closer; one of them emitting what could be discerned as frightened screaming. Outside Zephyr's world of shadows, everything was crystal clear. One of the girls, a 5 year old, fought viciously against the hands dragging her towards a bloodied body. She inevitably lost the battle to be free, screaming in agony as the man thrust her down on something long, hard and curved at the tip; a shape she knew all too well.

"Well what are you waiting for?" Goaded the nearest man, an air of danger oozing from his presence. "You know he wants sex, Betty. So go on and give it to him like a good little girl."

As the night dragged on, three more helpless children were forced to perform various sexual acts on Zephyr all while the adults recorded every second. When he started becoming too aware of what went on, they tightly tied a folded length of fabric over his eyes and fastened a thick roll of dirty cloth between his chattering teeth. It wouldn't be long, Frankie mused fearfully from the corner she curled up in, until the next one in line to commit the unspeakable crime was to be her. In the rooms above she could hear other prisoners being raped either by the men holding them hostage or ones who paid to come and molest children of all ages.

Everything suddenly went pitch black, a sign that hell was adjourning for now. Frankie felt her way through the darkness, mindful not to be too rough when moving by the children she knew were still in the room. Muffled sobs guided her to Zephyr's side, glad for a moment that she couldn't see how mangled he must look. It only took a mere brush of his bruise-laced skin to make him freak out.

"Ssshhh. You're safe now, they're gone."

Nostrils flared angrily in unison with a heaving torso, the rapid pounding of a racing heart slowly easing into a steady rhythm. Zephyr leaned desperately in the direction he believed Frankie to be, afraid for her more than himself. She stroked his matted hair with loving affection and softly kissed the tip of his nose.

"I'm okay, thanks to you. Please tell me you at least informed someone of this place before getting yourself caught?"

"Mmmph!"

Frankie played a big risk pulling the gag free from Zephyr's mouth, quickly smothering him with a kiss so he didn't get either of them into trouble.

"I'm sorry Frankie. I'm so sorry. I thought…I thought I could help."

"It's okay. I'm sorry too, for dragging you into this mess. Try and get some rest while you can. They'll be back in a few hours."

"What…what did they do to me? Everything hurts really bad. I couldn't… I couldn't see or feel anything for so long." "Trust me, its better you don't know what happened after they beat you senseless. Sleep now. You'll need it."

Days blurred together, each one as bad as the last. Zephyr was left alone for the most part, seemingly to recover from his injuries. All he could do was listen to the sounds around him; an orchestra of pain and suffering playing on repeat. And to think, Frankie had been here longer, listening to the cries of agony with no glimmer of salvation.

Four days of not quite rest later, Zephyr was scheduled for more torture. He was left aware this time but the gag and blindfold stayed in place. In all honesty, Zephyr would've preferred they drug him so that he wouldn't have to feel a child's hands steadying themselves on his abdomen as she was pushed to have fairly rough sex with him; clenching his teeth in defiance against the moan his throat wanted badly to push out.

He could not and would not show that despite his aversion to the idea this poor little girl actually gave him pleasure.

A sharp clap across the face quieted the child's profuse apologies, fuelling Zephyr's anger towards the situation. Bastard was lucky Zephyr remained tied down otherwise he wouldn't have a head left. When the first girl failed to push him over the peak before reaching her own, another was dragged forward. Zephyr could only imagine what was going to happen to his first assailant, distracted by a mouth ages too small being forced around his dripping wet penis, tiny hands pushing against both sides of his pelvis in a vain fight against the thick mass of flesh going any deeper. Encouragement from her abuser made the girl fight harder.

"If you know what's good for you you'll take that cock into your throat you little whore. And you blondie better start enjoying all this free sex you're getting. Otherwise we'll be forced to be rough with the little ones."

Oh how Zephyr wanted to gut this man. If only he could just wriggle his hands free of the knot binding them. Just when it looked like the second child would be taken away for punishment there was movement beneath her followed soon after by a flood of hot, sticky fluid gushing down her gullet.

As his "reward" Zephyr was dragged to one of the upstairs bedrooms where two women pleasured each other in preparation for the main event. No sooner that it had been removed was the cloth gag replaced by something rather wet and kind of slimy. He quickly figured out his job was to give one woman a half decent oral while the other rode him. Since these ladies he couldn't see felt heavy enough to be of consenting age, Zephyr had no qualms giving them what they paid for. He'd never been overly keen about sticking his tongue between a woman's legs. Just something about it felt unnatural and gross to him.

Regardless of his personal feelings on the matter, he gave the Jane Doe currently suffocating him the best oral sex he could manage. If her three orgasms in frighteningly quick succession were anything to go by, he wasn't half bad at it. Zephyr hadn't even experienced one by the time they swapped places, courtesy of Cowgirl-A being pretty terrible on top. Cowgirl-B on the other hand was no slouch; she had him ready to blow his load in minutes. This in turn actually helped her friend to get better oral than she did. Cowgirl-B was so absorbed in what they were doing she didn't notice the legs at her back were shifting until a strong upward thrust almost sent her nose first between the other woman's buttocks. Neither of them were deaf to the muffled moaning down below, giving poor Zephyr some air when he fell limp from emptying his tanks.

"Sounds like somebody enjoyed himself down there."

Trilled Cowgirl-A, stroking a flushed cheek affectionately. Cowgirl-B eased herself away from the now slack manhood she'd assaulted and dove for an erect nipple.

"Easy there cupcake. Those tips are sensitIVE!"

"But that's the point big boy. I wasn't expecting someone your age to be so…large."

"Heh. Plenty more where that came from darling. Speaking of more, get me up again and I'll give both of you an extra fucking you won't soon forget."

After a minute or two of mild debate, Zephyr's offer was turned down but they admired his eagerness.

Two rounds. That's all he was good for before further sexual interactions became painful. With a little exercise, going for three would be on the cards. Zephyr just wished his stamina training wasn't done by kids. It had been a full week since he got "rewarded" with a threesome. He'd been vaguely more co-operative afterwards but still revoked against having children forced on him. How much longer would it take, he wondered, before the tables turned and the raping was his job? Surely recording the same old thing wasn't going to stay interesting for long?

Zephyr didn't have to wait too many days to get his answer; the gag absent which confused him. His hands were also not fully secured to the headboard, attached to it instead by a rope with stiff pillows propping him up slightly. Zephyr growled to his hair being grabbed, head tilted back and the reason why became agonisingly clear. Like the night he was captured, a small funnel was thrust between Zephyr's teeth and down his gullet as far as it would go making him choke.

"Remove it."

Came a clipped order from across the room. Zephyr recognised the sultry, condescending voice straight away, snarling like a vicious dog as clacking heels clicked closer and closer.

"We can't have our sweet little pup numb to a new experience now can we? There, there pet, it's all right."

Had it not been for the plastic dome in Zephyr's mouth the woman wouldn't have any fingers left when she dared to stroke him. With a swift tug the funnel came flying out, upsetting Zephyr's gag reflex as it went. The rumbling in his chest grew louder when the ring's matriarch laid herself on top of him, head resting on his taut shoulder.

"There, all better." She purred, mindful of the bared teeth close to her slender digits while caressing a bristly jaw. "My, what a strikingly handsome boy you are. It almost seems a waste of such strong genes to cage you like this. Mmm no matter. Send in the mutt. It's time we had ourselves a little show. What do you think pumpkin?"

"Go jump off a cliff, bitch."

"Ohh so harsh. We'll soon see how long that sharp tongue of yours lasts."

Bile bubbled in Zephyr's throat as the woman in red sucked on his neck hard enough to leave a hickie behind. She did the same to both nipples and just below his belly button where the skin was surprisingly loose. If Lady Rouge's mannerisms were anything to go by, Zephyr's next porn mate was a boy, one she didn't deem to be very attractive or useful. There was some mild scuffling before Zephyr had the wind knocked out of him by a vaguely thinner body falling onto his chest and he definitely felt male genitals tickling his own.

Well this was going to be interesting indeed.

For a moment they laid there, somewhat unsure what to do with each other. Something touching his cheek made Zephyr flinch; a startled squeak telling him that mystery mutt also couldn't see anything.

"Get on with it!"

Barked one of the watchmen. Zephyr heard the tell tale sounds of a whip being drawn, unceremoniously placing himself in the dominant position quick enough for the lash to catch his back rather than the terrified boy beneath him. It of course stung like a bitch but he shrugged it off.

"You okay?"

"M-M-Merci monsieur."

So the kid was French huh? Lucky for him Zephyr had already learned a majority of the world's most romantic language. Nobody else understood a word of the ensuing verbal exchange, bold instructing meek to assert his dominance over him, that he needn't worry about causing harm. They even got away with sharing their names, Zephyr learning that the timid boy was called Oliver. With Oliver somewhat back in the drivers' seat they could get down to business.

What Zephyr imagined kissing another guy would be like was nothing compared to the tenderness he got. In all honesty, it was nice and not super different from tying tongues with a girl. Scratch that, it wasn't different at all. Oliver breaking away with a pained shriek pulled Zephyr's big bro mode forward, growling at whoever was trying to hurry the boy along.

"Hey, back the fuck off. You want that tape to be good don't cha? Give us some space you fucking creep."

Zephyr didn't doubt that he'd struck a nerve but he seriously couldn't give more than zero fucks. Oliver was terrified and nervous enough without some filthy paedophiles prodding him. Poor thing was likely a virgin too and only recently abducted. Much soothing and many gentle smooches later, Zephyr was able to get Oliver calm enough for something more serious. They couldn't beat around the proverbial bush all day. Thanks to all the oral he'd received, Zephyr knew more than a few tricks to make Oliver stiffen up, positive there was a dark red stain across both their faces.

Preparing Zephyr was a little more nerve wracking for the French boy, cautiously probing the only entrance he had with trembling fingers. Instinctive passive tensing didn't help matters any. The watchers eventually ran out of patience, one of them restraining Oliver while another saddled him up ready to be forced into Zephyr's anal canal. The pain that followed was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, adamant not to show how much it hurt to have a dick thrust up his rear without warning. Falling into a steady rhythm, Oliver hooked his arms around Zephyr's neck and whimpered countless apologies into his collarbone.

Pain turned to unexpected pleasure the more Zephyr was rocked with tender care, mumbles amongst his soft moaning telling Oliver it was okay to go a little harder. Hearing the mews of joy beneath him increasing in volume gave the French lad a boost in confidence, enough to show that he was enjoying it too. Finally, Oliver found Zephyr's hidden sweet spot; the blonde making him perfectly aware that he'd touched just the right area. Being submissive wasn't really Zephyr's dig but for Oliver, he'd roll over any day. Nor had he ever considered himself bisexual; not that there'd ever been a reason to suspect he might be. Never before had a man gotten close enough to give him such a good time. Reaching that pleasurable peak felt like it came too soon, both boys seeing white as the elation plateaud. Cold hands ripped Oliver away in spite of his screamed protest, his job done for now.

Over the next few days it became clear why Zephyr had been allowed that new and invigorating experience. Mere hours after Oliver being taken from him an assortment of hard objects were rammed into his anal canal. He'd thoroughly enjoyed that first round of gay sex and they sought to take that joy from him should it be on the table again. They even replayed the audio of Oliver moaning to make it seem like he was the one causing harm but Zephyr knew better, at least for now. On top of his own suffering he was tormented by bone chilling screams all around him. Amongst them he managed to single out Frankie, Oliver and little Betty; the first girl they forced onto him. Being unable to do anything slowly drove Zephyr insane. Sooner or later, these monsters were going to push him too far and the consequences would be devastating.

Another week cruised by in the house of hell but to the prisoners; it all felt like one agonisingly long day. During that time, the nightmare haunting Zephyr grew worse by the hour. No more did he get any satisfaction from sexual activities, raped by girls his age and older, not just children and inanimate objects. To make matters worse, his older attackers obeyed the orders given to them without protest, as if what they did to him was completely normal. And each one of them enjoyed every second of it, leeching what little sanity Zephyr had left.

Where he was raped varied, moved between his "bed" in the basement to one upstairs, a few were done on a wooden table or flooring and his least favourite; being chained to a wall or ceiling low enough that his feet barely brushed the floor. As if his own agony wasn't enough, they'd started forcing him to watch others being assaulted, getting a kick out of him struggling to get free, drilling it home in his head just how powerless he was to do anything besides submit. For now, Zephyr was spared from witnessing whatever horrors Frankie and Oliver were subjected to; losing hope of rescue with each day that passed. Why had Detective Roseheart not come?

Zephyr lay unresponsive on a cold wooden dinner table, unable to care that he was being raped a tenth time in one day. He'd been held prisoner a month now, forced to fill the roles of victim and rapist, his will to fight long gone. There was no sign that the police were even doing anything. Had Stanley called Sacha about him going missing? The Dickensons must surely be beside themselves with worry. All they knew was that he'd set off in search of Frankie and vanished without a trace. A lusty moan echoing up above told him she was done, merely grunting to the force brought down on his sore, swollen manhood.

Icy hands dragged Zephyr further upstairs where he was pushed into a room housing two men. He recognised both of them; they were the ones responsible for recording everything that went on in the basement. Their intent was perfectly clear, loins erect and throbbing. Zephyr put up a feeble fight which he quickly lost, crying out in understandable pain to being speared from behind without any form of lubrication, silenced soon after by a penis rammed between his teeth. It sickened him to his stomach hearing their moans of pleasure, shivering in rage upon feeling a hand caress his bony buttock.

Food wasn't something he had the luxury of meeting very often; twice a week if he was deemed well behaved enough. All that hard work he'd put into growing strong fizzled away until skin and bones were all that remained. Thoughts of his baby brother barely had time to take root in Zephyr's mind, his defilers pumping hard against him; they'd had their fill for now, casting the used toy back into the dungeon where he belonged. How much time went by before somebody approached him, Zephyr didn't know nor care, his stomach roaring furiously. Strong feelings of hatred gurgled in Zephyr's gut when he saw Lady Rouge sauntering over, a glass filled seemingly with water in her hand. She didn't bother with the funnel, pouring the tasteless liquid into his open mouth.

Whenever Lady Rouge showed up, nothing good followed.

Everything around him was dark, hazy and spun nauseatingly. Blinking did little to help shrug the inky blackness away. He'd been blindfolded. His mouth was dry, prevented from closing by a rubber ball wedged between yellowed teeth. The dizziness alone told Zephyr he'd been drugged again; for three days straight. Not that he had any concept of time down in the grungy basement. Two pairs of hands wrenched him from where he laid, dragging his mostly limp body from one section of the porn den to another. Arriving at their destination, they threw Zephyr down, his skeleton-like frame crashing into a warmer body. From what little feeling he had, this mass of flesh was female. The gang's lead man strode over and grabbed Zephyr harshly by the hair.

"Okay kid here's the deal. If you rape this pathetic whore like a good little boy we'll give you something good to eat later. Refuse and it won't be pretty for either of you."

On the inside, Zephyr wanted to tell this man to go fuck himself. But he knew better than to try. Last time didn't end well for him, chained down to be molested no less than twenty times by an assortment of people. Shuffling into position as best he could, something dawned on him. There wasn't total numbness like usual, a distant memory in the back of his mind pertaining to a mask being put on his face. The weightlessness he felt was somewhat…familiar.

Any other starving soul would readily do what they were told, valuing their life over another, but not him. All the times Zephyr had been placed into the rapists' shoes he comforted his victim through the ordeal. The few situations where he wasn't gagged he'd talk them through it, would apologise for having to be rough. No such luxury was available this time. Feeling around, Zephyr identified that the girl was cuffed but not tied in place, shifting her arms to encompass his ribs and slipped his own under her head. Muffled sobs told him this poor soul was gagged too, apologising as best he could into her ear and promised to be gentle. His rear quarters being struck by a strap of leather instructed him to get going.

Zephyr's intent to slowly ease into his victim was torn away, a booted foot shoving him harshly upward twice. In spite of his initial reluctance, it felt good being one with her, almost too good and the resistance getting inside was pleasing. She squealed and writhed, kicking at him with weak legs in a feeble attempt to be free. All he could do was try to hush her fears, that if she relaxed it wouldn't be so bad. Wrong as it was to say, but he wanted this girl to enjoy herself. Nobody liked being forced to have sex…unless they had a creepy rape complex.

True to his word, Zephyr was gentle and attentive, rubbing their cheeks together so she knew he was still there listening, grinding himself against her. He only pulled away to tenderly fondle vaguely jiggling breasts. In doing so she was lifted off the presumed mattress, giving him an idea. To the best of his limited capacity, Zephyr instructed Jane Doe to lift her arms; looping them through his once she complied. This allowed him to pull her into his lap as he leaned back on his knees. With gravity pulling some weight the new position felt better. Just hearing her groaning set his pulse racing. She tasted so much sweeter this way.

Too long it'd been since he beheld such delight, pumping that little bit faster to get those juices flowing thicker. Still his body cried for more, desperately clamouring after everything it had been denied for so many nights. Little by little Zephyr's biggest fear came to pass; his control careened off a thousand foot cliff. Moans of delight twisted into shrieks of pure pain but in his desperation, his adrenaline fuelled rush, Zephyr did not hear anything besides his own glee.

God she felt so good, he had to have more. And so he pushed harder, dropping Jane onto the ground below clawing at her liked a crazed beast. Suddenly the ball in his mouth went slack and he wasted no time spitting it out in favour of having a nipple to suck on. Into violently bouncing cleavage he groaned in great ecstasy, pulled away before he could get too comfortable, his open mouth smashed against another. It was hers, he just knew it.

An eternity felt like it went by since Zephyr lost all sense of self. Feeling those soft lips for the first time caused him to peak, thrusting ever harder into the young woman whose trust he betrayed. He wasn't done, far from it. His itch wasn't satisfied yet and none of the watching adults cared to stop him going in for seconds. Getting stiff again wasn't an issue, if anything he'd never become aroused so quickly before.

Pleas for Zephyr to stop were smothered by a hungry kiss, his scorching hot tongue darting around in a mad dash to taste and feel every inch of that delicious, sweet cave. Remembering that he had almost total freedom of movement, he felt it was about time for a new position; retrieving his wet, pulsing penis from the defiled youth to roll her over so she was facing away from him, lifting her supple ass high into the air. Zephyr didn't even care that somebody forced him to drink something, greedily gulping it down to quench his thirst. Nothing was going to rip him from this addictive high that easily. And by god did she feel even better when he dove back in.

No fewer than five thrusts in, he started getting verbal and spank happy; purring about how amazing she felt, that he could make love to her forever and never get bored. His tone quickly changed when she wailed for him to stop, that he was hurting her. Zephyr reached down to fiercely grasp at sweaty hair, growling for its owner to shut up and enjoy his generosity; telling her that deep down, she knew she liked it rough, riding her even harder as if to prove his point. Jane Doe's own self-preservation instinct kicked in when the chain between Zephyr's wrists started digging into her throat. Maybe if she pretended to enjoy him he'd ease off?

Still the blonde's temperament continued to spin like a revolving door as he pulled her up to rest against his heaving chest, mostly so he could grope hers some more. She didn't believe the apologies uttered into her ear, shuddering under the delicate kisses placed on her neck. Had Zephyr not been so drunk on adrenaline, he would've recognised Jane Doe's sobbing voice.

Achy, that's how Zephyr felt as he woke up. When had he passed out? The events that led to him kneeling on a cold stone floor were a huge blur. Clanking chains and the burning in his arms told him he'd been hung out to dry, as it were, but that wasn't going to stop him from stretching. Tiny fingers scratching at the back of his neck spoke of him not being alone, a tight presence clutched around only half of his erect shaft. Zephyr didn't feel the latter properly until he stuck his pelvis out to crack his back, a strangled moan escaping a bizarrely sore throat as he sat back down. Though the light around him was low, it still pained Zephyr's tired, lifeless eyes.

Before him he saw a spacious room strangely devoid of people, adult and child alike. Directly opposite his position was a massive double bed, a lump at its core. He couldn't tell if it was just crumpled sheets or an unconscious person. Comfortable chairs were positioned around the bed; likely where men masturbated while watching some poor soul get raped, using the show as stimulation. A vile image bolted across Zephyr's vision; one depicting a faceless girl begin hung over the bed's edge to suck an onlooker's erect penis while she was violated by another from behind. Had such a thing happened? Was Frankie victimised in this way? Or Oliver or Betty?

Another scenario his mind's eye painted was what their captors called a gang bang. Zephyr had only witnessed one during his imprisonment involving a young black girl. She was a petite thing he recalled with visible breasts despite her age. Nowhere near old enough to be going through puberty, her abused body likely put through enhancement to make her look older, more attractive to prospective customers. Four men of varying ethnicity participated in her rape; penetrated vaginally, anally and orally. Even now after so long he could see the tears pouring down her face, disgusted that her cheeks had been cut to facilitate two cocks instead of one. Poor girl would have problems living a normal life if she ever got out of this place alive.

Coming back to reality, Zephyr became aware of something moving around on his privates. Forgetting the fingers he'd felt a moment ago, he permitted a quiet moan to escape and even thrust a little into the blissful warm encompassing him. A quiet whimper made him go pale, casting his gaze south. There, hanging from a collar around Zephyr's neck was a young girl. Panic quickly set in and he tried in vain to pull out; finding they were bound by a short chain at the waist. His only way to get free was going soft; and that likely wasn't going to happen any time soon.

If Zephyr knew their captors as well as he thought; they'd administered something to ensure he'd be standing at attention for a while. This particular child was one he knew prior to being captured, fondly recalling the days he'd seen her out at play with Tammy. Fleetingly he hoped Frankie's baby sister was safe and hadn't been abducted. Zephyr bit his lower lip when the girl shifted, pushing him that little bit deeper inside her fragile body.

"E-Easy, Amy. I don't want to hurt you. I know it's likely quite uncomfortable down there, but try not to move too much, okay?"

"I'm sorry Zephyr." Amy sobbed, her reddened face pressed into his ribs. "B-But they promised."

"Amy, what did they promise?"

"If-if I had sex with you they'd give me some food. I-I don't want to…but I'm so hungry."

Zephyr pulled on the chains binding him as Amy started to slowly pump herself on his shaft, pushing back hard against the urge to enjoy whatever gentle intercourse he could get. Matters were made much worse by the little girl pulling him down to kiss her mouth to contain her own mews of delight. It was downright unnatural for such a young kid to actively enjoy this kind of intimacy but the more Zephyr fought, the harder Amy seemed to ride him. She was making it increasingly difficult to keep his addiction to sex under control. It had been getting a lot worse lately no thanks to the constant abuse.

"Finally awake are we?"

Loud, venomous growling erupted from Zephyr's throat, staring murderously at the gang's male leader; Amir. He loathed this man more than the others for the simple fact that it was him who raped all those children in front of Zephyr. The one who always put him into situations of unwanted power. Amy eased off when her unwilling partner made a pained sound, staring up at him with apologetic eyes.

"My such an angry boy, aren't you? Why so reluctant to claim your reward? After all, you did exactly what we asked of you."

"You're lying! I would never!"

"Oh but you did. It was astounding how you fiendishly went at that poor girl after she wrongfully placed her trust in you. And people call me a monster. Unfortunately we can't have you developing a guilty conscience for simply caving to your body's natural urges so I made you forget."

Amir's sickeningly gleaming eyes targeted Amy next, a sadistic smile pulling at his lips while he licked them. Another bargain was about to be made, Zephyr could feel it. There would be no bartering.

"Come now Zephyr, no need to leer at me with such malice. Deep down you know we've been good hosts, giving you all these wonderful toys to play with. But I'll cut to the chase. Be a good little slave and give Amy what she wants."

Amir paused to pull something off the bed, throwing it to the floor carelessly. To Zephyr's horror, it was Frankie; a white substance trickling from her slightly agape mouth. Her eyes were open but she looked dead. They'd finally done it. These animals had shattered Frankie's spirit into a million tiny pieces. And that pissed him off way more than everything else he'd had to witness so far.

"If you don't do as you're told, I'm going to have very rough, pleasing, sex with this girl that you seem to care so much about and enjoy watching you fall into despair. You've already failed to protect them, Zephyr. Submit now and cease this pointless fight. None of you are getting out of here, give it up. Moan you little prick! It feels good so show her that she pleases you!"

Amir brought the back of his hand down hard across Zephyr's face, causing his pounding head to whip sharply to the side. Helplessness seeped in further with every tear that dropped from broken amethyst eyes. He truly did not want the pleasure Amy gave; it was against both their wills and she was years too young to even learn what these men taught. All he could do was weep and comply, too weak to do much else.

Amir spurred Amy on with more false promises that a proper meal was in store for being such a good girl. As his peak neared, Zephyr begged Amy to stop, that this wasn't what either of them wanted but it was too late; his seed erupting forth with a gargled moan, instinctive thrusts ensuring that every last drop arrived at its destination.

"Good girl Amy!" Amir praised, affectionately stroking the little girls' head as she rested against Zephyr's now limp body. "I'm a man of my word so I'll have Sanjay bring your reward."

Confusion surfaced when said man approached; dick in his hand. She didn't understand. Amir saw the look in her eyes, a sick grin pulling at the corner of his bearded mouth.

"What's wrong child? Surely you didn't think I was going to give you actual food? Just relax and it'll all be over soon."

"No! You promised!"

Try as she might, Amy could not break free from her chains, jostling Zephyr around as she thrashed and kicked, keeping her face as far away from the approaching man as she could. In the swirling torrent of his mind he told himself that Amy deserved what was coming; remaining still as Sanjay fiercely grabbed her by the hair all while rubbing himself, roaring for the squirming girl to just sit still. Suddenly there was a spark, then another and another.

The further Sanjay beat Amy to make her submit, the more he stoked the cold, dead fire that was Zephyr's protective nature. Nobody deserved what he was about to do, not even the little girl who had wrongfully believed that she would given proper care for betraying the trust of a friend. All it took was one final shriek of fear to rekindle Zephyr's extinguished flame.

A different kind of scream pierced the air as Zephyr lunged forward, fangs bared. He'd sooner die than let this pervert put his filthy penis in Amy's mouth, biting the firm outcrop of flesh with everything he had. Sanjay squirmed to get free but that only sent gnawing teeth deeper into his softening genitalia. Zephyr growled as he pulled and tugged on Sanjay's meat, uncaring about the sprays of blood spattering over his face. All that mattered to him was keeping Amy safe despite what she'd done to him not ten minutes ago. Sanjay cried for Amir to help him but the bearded man was frozen in shock. Never before had one of their slaves revolted so violently.

In a matter of minutes the reproductive organ was torn off and spat out across the room but Zephyr didn't stop there. Oh no, he was going to make sure this monster in human skin would never have children of his own if he didn't already, ravaging hairy, sweaty testicles with renewed ferocity. When Amir finally decided to help, it was too late for his friend; Sanjay's genitals strewn across the room while he lay bleeding on the floor curled into a foetal position. To say the ringleader was angry would be a huge understatement. Fastening a sturdier chain to the collar around Zephyr's neck, Amir let the blonde's hands fall free. He was going to put that fire out for good if it was the last thing he ever accomplished in life.

Amir tore away what little clothing Frankie had on to maul her cold skin viciously and once he was stimulated enough, proceeded to rape the lifeless teen which in turn brought her back from whatever hell she'd been experiencing behind those dead grey pits. Only her hands were bound, clawing at the icy stone floor to try and get away. It killed Zephyr to hear her scream for him, watch as she was molested just out of reach.

"No! Francesca! Let her go you bastard! Get your filthy claws off her!"

"I warned you boy. Now I'll douse that annoying brother complex of yours permanently! All you can do is watch the light leave this slut's eyes so sit back, Zephyr, and enjoy the show!"

Zephyr had never felt such desperation and helplessness in his life. The pain in Frankie's eyes wounded him more than all the abuse he'd suffered. He pulled and struggled, trying in vain to move just a little closer so that Frankie might take his hand, to know she wasn't alone. Amy could do little else but hang on for dear life, her back scraping against the rough floor. Amir felt great delight seeing the despair in Zephyr's eyes, so caught up in his position of dominance that he didn't notice one little detail. The hooks in the wall to which Zephyr was tethered started to come free from all the stress he subjected them to.

He gained enough ground to take hold of Frankie's wrists, pulling her closer to him. Amir allowed it, musing that the duo being so close would aid him in breaking the stubborn boy better; watching as they kissed and nuzzled each other. This was of course a small distraction, Amir suddenly left in the cold when his toy was pulled away and tucked protectively beneath Zephyr's malnourished frame. Various angles of reclamation were attempted, each one thwarted by a dangerously protective teen. Amir decided he'd had enough of Zephyr's games, surging forward to kick him in the teeth only to be given a nasty surprise.

With one final adrenaline-fuelled tug, Zephyr broke free from the wall and swung his bound hands in a primal rage; catching Amir's chin just enough to knock him onto his back, punching the perverted man hard enough to stun him. It didn't take long to find a set of keys on Amir's belt, one of them fitting all the tiny locks binding Amy to Zephyr's body.

"Amy, can you walk?"

"I-I think so. I'm sorry, Zephyr. I should've known better."

"Save your energy, we're getting out of here one way or another."

Amy complied to the best of her ability, following Zephyr as he carried Frankie to find where all the other girls, and Oliver, were kept. They were spread around the "bedroom" of the basement, hurriedly huddling around Frankie as the tortured girl was set down, Zephyr ordering them to stay put and look after each other while he covered them with blankets.

Before he could give every paedophile in the building what they deserved, Zephyr wanted to not walk around stark naked. Attached to the room where he left the girls was the space he'd been hung in when the abusers caught him; his clothes off to one side. Nothing appeared to be missing but hunting down missing cash was the least of Zephyr's concerns right now. Not willing to risk Amir escaping while he located something to beat him with, Zephyr chained him to the bed frame near where he'd fallen still pretty dazed.

Creeping up to the house, he checked in every unlocked room until the perfect tool came along; a metal baseball bat. And right on schedule, Zephyr had his first test swing dummy, a sheen of sadistic pleasure in his eyes as he hit one of Amir's pals clean across the cranium, knocking him unconscious. One by one they all fell neatly into Zephyr's path, collapsed all around the ground floor. He merely wanted to give Amir the time to recover just enough to be conscious for his punishment, returning eagerly to where he'd left the pig in human shape.

There was little time for the paedophile to register what was about to happen, the metal bat crashing down on his raised arm with ill expected force. Amir's wails of agony made Zephyr's blood sing, striking him over and over in a blind rage, every negative emotion inside pouring out. This bastard caused so much suffering; it was time to pay him what he was due. Zephyr was so into thrashing Amir he didn't hear an amalgam of feet stopping dead behind him.

"This is your first and only warning! Put the bat down and step away from the body! Now!"

Casting his cold gaze over a trembling shoulder, Zephyr spied a massive puddle of armed police officers, some with guns pointed at his head. Turning back to face the crumpled mess that was Amir, a tiny bubble of satisfaction grew. But he wasn't finished, and wouldn't be until every sick animal in the building reaped the enmity they'd sown. Man or woman, he didn't give a damn. Zephyr did drop the bat as he turned with intimidating slowness to find the stairs.

On his way out of the room, Zephyr saw something that caused him to freeze. Sanjay was gone! Him staring at a drying pool of blood didn't go unnoticed but none of the law enforces were brave enough to approach.

"There was a man here."

"Was he injured?"

"Yes. I suspect he's been taken to hospital, fully neutered. There'll be somebody with him."

The officer in charge shivered to the murderous tone oozing from every word spoken. He didn't need telling that the blood soaked teen in front of him had personally saw to the man being spayed. A call was put out to canvass all hospitals for two men, one whom was missing his genitals and that they were not to leave the building. Zephyr hadn't lingered, silently padding up the carpeted stairs in search of the next kiddie fiddler to fuck up. By the time the police followed he'd cleared several rooms, men and women lying beaten just outside wide open doors.

Forcing his way into the last room of the corridor, Zephyr stopped still. A little boy was lying on a King sized bed decorated with silk curtains as a man old enough to be his grandfather groomed him; telling the child in silken tones how handsome and attractive they were all while he had a hand in the child's underwear. The frightened youngster was no older than Kai and that alone made the fire of fury in Zephyr's belly burn hotter. Terrified eyes caught sight of him by the door and the plea for help that followed snapped something inside. No mercy was spared for the old pervert regardless of how he begged not to be hurt.

Despite him being so thin, it took five pairs of hands to pull Zephyr away so his victim could be arrested and taken to have his injuries treated. Every cell in his body screamed to comfort the child who wept fearful tears into satin pillows, both warming and breaking every heart watching as he held the boy close, telling him it was all going to be all right now, he was safe. Nobody had the guts to try and remove the child from his protector, afraid they'd be next in line for a beating if so much as one hair on the boy's head shifted out of place.

Returning to the ground floor, Zephyr saw that everyone else was being ushered out of the building towards freedom. His mission didn't feel complete yet, leaving the petrified little boy with one of the older victims; a girl named Susie who he remembered seeing around school. It had never occurred to him that she'd gone missing a month before Frankie. Turning with intent to storm back upstairs, Zephyr caught sight of Lady Rouge at the end of the hall. He mindlessly snatched the bloodied bat from the officer holding it, fully intent on smashing the perfect porcelain doll-esque face of the gang's matriarch to itty bitty pieces but as he raised the rod of metal to strike, a voice called out.

"Zephyr, stop!"

Who the cry actually belonged to Zephyr didn't know, the image of Lady Rouge shattering like broken glass before him leaving behind a memory he'd forgotten a long time ago. He saw himself hovering over a man beaten half to death, Kai pulling on his arm desperately trying to stop him from hurting this person further. The brothers had snuck out that day and when Zephyr's attention waned for the briefest of moments, Kai was snatched away. He'd caught up in no time and promptly smashed the man's face in.

"Zephyr, stop! Don't hurt him anymore! Please big brother, you're scaring me!"

"Kai…"

A series of sharp stings drew Zephyr from the dark void, his head facing a wall to the left where the strike directed it. Four bright red marks raced up the right side of Zephyr's face, two of them gouging lines through his eyebrow. Lady Rouge stood with claws raised to her shoulder dripping with scarlet blood, a tongue darting over her luscious carmine lips.

"You dare to bite the hand that feeds you, pup? What am I going to do with you, hm?"

"That boy. The one some disgusting old man was fondling. Where in Russia did you find him?"

Lady Rouge tapped her chin, gaze lifted to the ceiling. "Let's see. Ah yes I know the one. Moscow, 3 days ago. I'd wanted a different boy, one with dual coloured hair but he was too heavily guarded."

Zephyr moved from where he stood in the blink of an eye, pinning Lady Rouge to the floor with hands hovering around her throat. She showed no fear, instead seemed quite turned on if her leg rubbing Zephyr's unmentionables was anything to go by.

"My, so angry tonight. He was such a unique, handsome boy; I can't stop thinking about him. He looked a bit like you, actually."

Lady Rouge quickly realised the fatal error she'd made, Zephyr's grip tightening so much she could barely breathe.

"If you so much as look at my baby brother again, I'll fucking kill you! Touch even one pore of his skin and I'll do more than rain every fire in hell down on you! I'll start by giving you a taste of what I and the other children have been through, then rip out your reproductive system, hang it outside and make you watch every known scavenger tear it apart! And then I'm going to take your life away, one agonising day at a time, nice and slowly so that you feel everything."

Every policeman present was needed to pry Zephyr away from Lady Rouge, pulling her out of sight before she really did end up dead. The rattled blonde continued to fight, his every attempt to break free failing until he could battle against 10 grown men no more, the adrenaline that had kept him going dropping into a pit of nothingness. With Zephyr now calm, he was escorted outside, the sky dark and painted by stars. Houses lit up across the street, sleeping residents drawn out of their beds by all the commotion. A couple of coaches had been summoned to transport everyone someplace safer for the night. The hour was much too late for any questioning to be done.

Zephyr was so tired he almost fell up the steps, kept upright by supportive hands, a soft voice telling him he was safe now. Streetlights zoomed by like strands of orange and white cloth but Zephyr found himself unable to appreciate their beauty. Soon they came up to a church, its doors wide open against the shadowy curtain beyond the path, soft lights and soothing warmth beckoning the tortured souls inside where beds and blissful sanctuary awaited.

Zephyr blinked awake in the early morning light. He'd adamantly remained awake for hours to maintain a silent vigil over his fellow prisoners as they slept sprawled around the room in sleeping bags atop bedrolls, dropping off around 4am. It was now about 6:30, sun starting to crest over the horizon. Everyone else was still fast asleep, making it difficult for him to stand up and stretch his legs without stepping on fingers, toes or hair. Gingerly he tiptoed over to a vaguely open door, unsure if anybody would even be manning the church this early in the day.

Poking his head around the old fashioned door, Zephyr looked up and down the hallway. Statues of religious figures lined the walls and Zephyr would be lying if he said they didn't intimidate him a little. To memory, this was only the second time he'd been in a holy building; the first was to bury Anastasia. Curiosity drew him into what looked like living quarters, a warming fire crackling away in a grated hearth. Twas a beautiful mantelpiece, carved from fine stone of some kind and went beautifully well with the walnut furnishings.

"Ah, good morning young man. I wasn't expecting anybody to be awake this early."

Zephyr turned sharply to his left, catching sight of a man wearing robes lingering in a nearby doorway. He didn't look to be too old, late thirties at best with spiky brown hair and lavender eyes that shone to their depths with wisdom.

"I don't sleep well in strange places." Came Zephyr's tired reply, keeping a guarded eye on the stranger coming further into the room.

"You can rest easy, child. I mean you and your companions no harm. Please have a seat while we wait for them to finish resting."

The man of God indicated to a dangerously comfortable looking armchair and Zephyr was honestly too worn out to refuse, sinking into the soft cotton breathing a contented sigh. He dared to let his eyes close for a moment, opening them again to find a steaming pot of tea adorning a nearby table with small cakes and sandwiches. Zephyr warily took the cup offered to him, recalling horror stories he'd heard of holy men abusing kids.

"You haven't been in many churches, have you son?"

"Only to bury my sister 11 years ago. Don't recall much of the place."

"I see. Tell me child, where are you from? Your accent is not one I've heard before."

Zephyr tensed, the little muscle he had left visibly tightening. The vicar set his cup down breathing a soft sigh. He really wished the boy in his company wouldn't be so uptight.

"Would you be more comfortable if I introduced myself properly? I am Luke Portman and this house of God is my home. Tis a catholic church and you are free to address me as Father Luke or Father Portman, whichever you prefer. Just Father is fine as well."

"With all due respect sir, that word leaves a foul taste on my tongue. The last man I addressed by that title was a monster."

Shuffling outside the room set Zephyr on alert, ears twitching to a tiny frightened voice. Luke watched him curiously as a blonde haired head stalked out of the room. When Zephyr returned he wasn't alone, the little Russian boy cradled in his arms. Unease washed over him as he sat back down, feeling as if he was being watched by somebody other than Luke. Seeing Zephyr's body language change, God's servant attempted to soothe him.

"Those are God's eyes, son. He is watching over you and your friends."

"Yeah well if you could tell this God of yours to back off that'd be wonderful. I greatly dislike being observed by what I can't see. It makes me nervous."

Zephyr didn't expect Luke to take him seriously, staring at the man's retreating back. Some 10 minutes later the disquiet he felt faded, but it seemed…reluctant. Luke came back smiling; glad to see Zephyr relaxing enough to let his eyes close for a little while. Someone calling from the main hall drew him away, laying eyes upon a fearful looking policeman.

"Come now, Owen. Whatever is the matter child?"

"Father Luke, thank heavens. I came to warn you, about the kid with gray streaked blonde hair. I fear some manner of demon has hold of him."

"Calm yourself, Owen. I will see what is within my power to do. You have my thanks, child."

Luke scurried around to prepare everything he would need for an exorcism once Owen gave him the finer details, that Zephyr had displayed characteristics similar to one of Satan's own. Yes, everything he heard certainly sounded like a dangerous spirit had nestled itself quite comfortably in the young man. It also explained why being in this place of worship made him very uneasy. Zephyr was still dead to the world by the time Luke returned, his charge also fast asleep.

For a moment he thought that perhaps Owen was just being a little paranoid; not really sensing any form of foul creature within the slumbering youth. But should he dare to take the risk of not expelling the suspected demon inside him there could be horrendous consequences. So Luke pressed on, placing and lighting candles around the room alongside softly smoking herbs perfectly suited for drawing out and eradicating evil; moving to stand over Zephyr, rosary in hand as he muttered the Prayer to Saint Michael.

Nostrils twitched to an unfamiliar aroma swirling into them, a narrowed amethyst eye snapping open to gaze up at the praying priest. Luke didn't become aware of the eye leering at him until he finished the recital, backing away to a safe distance. It seemed unlikely that Zephyr understood what just happened, that theory given credence by the look of befuddlement on his face.

"Care to explain yourself?"

"How are you feeling young man?"

"Don't answer a question with a question, it's rude. But I feel fine."

"My apologies. It's just that a concerned citizen approached me regarding what happened overnight. They feared some manner of demon had hold of you so I did what I could to dispel the creature. At least you're safe now, that's what matters."

Zephyr cocked a confused yet curious brow. This was the first time his protective tendencies had been likened to demonic possession. Luke put his rosary away, mostly to give Zephyr time to let everything sink in. The boy wasn't native to England and so her religions must be new and mind boggling to him.

"Or maybe I just don't like what those grown-ups were doing to kids my age and younger. They were the ones who needed your prayers, not me. I merely delivered them their punishment for the sin committed."

"What makes you think they sinned, if I might ask? You don't strike me as the religious type."

"Those animals violated children with savagery that will stay with me the rest of my life. You're right; I'm by no means a believer in any God but it brings me some small comfort to think there's a special place in the afterlife for people like them. I suppose it's ironic in a way; that despite my inclination away from religion some views I have stem from it. Not all that long ago I had a similar conversation with a waitress. I'm perfectly capable of loving thy neighbour so long as they treat me in kind. Something else I live by is doing unto others what they do to me. What goes around comes around, if you will."

"Interesting indeed. Do you perchance feel then that you've delivered God's judgement unto those who wronged you and your friends?"

Zephyr shrugged. If that's how Luke wanted to look at it he wasn't going to stop him. But he couldn't deny there was curiosity tugging at his breast about what he might find in a bible and its many iterations. He had no intentions of surrendering himself to a God even if their teachings resonated with him; he just wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Zephyr was so deep in his thoughts he didn't see or hear Luke moving around until a leather-bound book was offered to him with the word "Bible" engraved in gold lettering.

"Just something to look over while you heal, my son. Should you ever decide that some benefit can be found allowing our lord Jesus Christ into your life, come to me and I'll be your shepherd."

Luke turned to walk away, halted by a mumble from behind him. Turning on his heel, he saw Zephyr had already started reading.

"Hm? Did you say something my son?"

"You asked where I came from. Russia. But by blood I'm half Japanese according to an acquaintance who dug into my ancestry."

Hours later the police came back to Luke's church for the youngsters he'd sheltered. By then they'd all had something warm to eat and were given some temporary clothes. Zephyr's heart pounded like a runaway train as he stepped into the police station, led into what looked like an interrogation room where two people sat waiting with pads of paper and folders, a cassette player of some kind on the table between them. Off to one side there was a small television and VCR player on a wheeled stand. Of the two presumed detectives, one was a woman Zephyr had vague recollection of, backing into the door when she stood up to greet him.

"Its okay, Zephyr. We're not going to hurt you. I'm Detective Queen and this is my partner, Detective King."

Queen gestured to the sleek white haired man at the table, his face unreadable.

"Come, have a seat. There's much we need to discuss."

Amethyst eyes warily observed the offered chair, the instinct to fight or take flight primed to be sprung at even the tiniest brush. Once Zephyr was comfortable and had a plastic cup of water in front of him, Queen reclaimed her seat at King's side, pen in hand ready to scribble down Zephyr's statement.

"First, please allow me to apologise, Zephyr. The questions we have to ask will touch on many a sore subject about what you've not long gone through. It is not our intention to upset or anger you, do you understand?"

"…I do. I'm not sure how much help I'll be but…I'll try."

Queen reached across the table, intending to give Zephyr's hand a supportive squeeze but he pulled away all while King silently observed. Something about him set Zephyr on edge, taking his wariness out on the ebony haired Queen.

"Let's start with the night you went missing, Zephyr. Can you remember what day it was?"

"It was…I think June 10th."

"And you left home under cover of darkness to find somebody, is that right?"

"Y-Yes."

"Who were you searching for Zephyr?"

"Frankie-I mean Francesca Sandalford. She…she went missing a month prior. I just wanted to see Ashley smile again."

Zephyr's face twisted into an expression of grief and fear which King found intriguing. He surmised that the blonde had possibly done something that might make this other boy angry. Queen picked up on it too, her attention temporarily on writing.

"So, you set off to find your brother's girlfriend. Were you able to locate her?"

"I was."

"Can you remember where? And what was she doing?"

Zephyr dug deep through the thick surface to reach what lay beneath the blanketing memories of torture and the strain was clear in his eyes.

"I can't…I can't remember where exactly, but she was stood in front of an alleyway."

"You're doing very well, Zephyr. Take your time. Did you approach Francesca? If so, what transpired between you?"

A huge wave of pain crossed Zephyr's features, its presence not going unnoticed. Already Queen had touched something very raw in the young boy she yearned to hold close and comfort. He appeared to hesitate, as if afraid of getting into trouble, either with the police or Ashley, possibly both.

"Zephyr, whatever happened that night, I promise you're not in any trouble. You can be honest with us, okay? We're here to help."

Even with Queen's reassurance the question went unanswered. King's continued silence certainly wasn't helping Zephyr to feel very safe and supported. Slowly, Queen put together the few pieces she held to try and deduce why Zephyr had all but shut down. Obviously it was something he knew to be against the law, likely ashamed of this criminal offence that he'd committed.

"You had sex with her, didn't you?"

It was King to speak, his accusing tone causing Zephyr to shrink.

"Come on, you can't tell me a fine young man like yourself passed up such a ripe opportunity. Dark alley, beautiful girl with no adult supervision under a full moon. It's what anyone else would do in that situation. In case you weren't aware, the legal age for consented intercourse is 16, making any sexual interaction with her a crime. On top of that, you're 15 yourself, and still you made that decision."

"I know it was wrong, I'm sorry! But I had to!"

"Why Zephyr? What pushed you to violate that underage girl? I can assure you, whatever excuse you're conjuring, rape is not okay!"

Zephyr had taken as much of King's pushing that he could take, chair clattering onto the floor as he shot up, palms slamming against the metal desk.

"She was willing! It was her who came onto me so don't you dare try pushing all the blame on my shoulders! In fact, why not blame the bastards who left her out there to offer sexual engagement to any man who paid for it?! All while they watched from a distant window to make sure she would never take money out of someone showing pity! So that's my reason, Detective. The love I made to Francesca was to protect her from whatever torture those sick men had in store. When I thought about it afterward something didn't sit right about her actions and came to the conclusion she may have been slipped MDMA prior."

King sat in stunned silence, not expecting this thin boy to react with such aggression. And Queen just let him have it, thinking that perhaps her colleague might learn to be a little gentler in the future. Zephyr's burning anger simmered down, hair shadowing his eyes.

"I know what we did was wrong and I'm far from proud of myself for giving in to that temptation. I'm trying, Detective; to be a better person than the one I was before coming to this country. By bending knee under the lust of that moment, I also betrayed the trust of someone who believed in me, in my promise to never touch Francesca that way or at all. She wasn't mine to take and guilt has haunted me every minute since then knowing I don't deserve his loyalty or forgiveness."

Zephyr kept a watchful eye on Queen as she moved from her seat, calming down a little to feeling metal and plastic against the back of his knees. She helped him to ease back into a sitting position, giving King a scolding look for his rough handedness. Sure it had gotten them answers but being forceful was likely to bring defensive walls into play. Treading carefully was their best course of action.

Things progressed surprisingly smoothly now Zephyr had spent a little of his bottled rage, answering Queen's questions as best he could with King resuming his role of silent observer. If the man knew what was good for him, he'd keep his mouth shut. Queries about his time held prisoner felt like they came around too soon, experiencing an overwhelming need to hide in a dark corner. Queen assured him this was a normal response, that his traumatised mind was attempting to preserve what little sanity it could muster by commanding him to hide from what had caused the gaping mental wounds.

Ashley's words from months ago rang true; "You can't heal what you don't reveal. Maybe talking about these things won't help right away, but it's a step in the right direction." Yes it was pure agony having to dredge up those experiences, but if Zephyr didn't reach out, if he kept it all in, liberation would be forever beyond his grasp. Thanks to Queen's supportive and gentle tone he managed to rustle through those long hours of torture for the answers she needed. Some areas were blurred and he couldn't fan away the fog. It was at this point Queen revealed that an innumerable amount of tapes had been recovered from the den containing recordings of what he described and more. Zephyr agreed to view them, inwardly terrified of what they might reveal.

The first tape Queen played depicted the night he was caught, beginning after his initial ordeal of getting beaten and drugged. She studied how Zephyr's face twisted and contorted in sheer horror at finally seeing those first few hours, sickened that in his addled state he derived great pleasure from the children forced on him. There was barely enough time for King to retrieve a nearby trash can into which Zephyr regurgitated what little sustenance he'd gotten at the church. One by one the videos played until only one remained; dated yesterday morning. The contents of this cassette were the most damaging as it displayed Zephyr raping none other than Frankie when he went out of control.

Queen's heart shattered seeing Zephyr crumble, face in his hands as he wept mournful sobs. Even King seemed to soften, thinking that perhaps he'd read this once stone faced teen wrong. Over and over the moving pictures played in Zephyr's inner eye, refusing to be shaken away. Amir had been right about one thing; he'd played the traitor that day and savagely so. Frankie had not submitted without a hopeless fight, trying to no avail to push him away. He just couldn't get the look of agony on her face out of his head, the sound of desperate cries for help resounding on repeat in his ears.

Learning all he had made the memory of Frankie reaching for him all the more painful. Had she not known that it was he what attacked her? Did his voice, his groans, not sound familiar to her? These questions and more sent him into overload, curled into a tight ball in a feeble attempt to get away from everything. Just a creak of Queen's chair sent him under the table seeking extra protection, King vacating his seat so his feet didn't come under fire of any kind. How they were going to bring Zephyr back from the bottomless well of grief, Queen didn't know.

All she could think to do was soothe him, saying that none of those things were his fault whether he believed her or not. King would've suggested calling on somebody Zephyr trusted when the door opened. Against the bustling precinct backdrop stood a very unhappy looking woman in police uniform, her shoulder length feathered hair coloured rose pink, emerald green eyes scrutinizing the sight before them.

"King, Queen, explain yourselves! Were you not told to wait for my arrival before asking any questions?!"

"We're sorry, Detective Roseheart." Queen countered, head bowed low. "I've written down all we've learned and recorded the interview with Master Varskovitz. He's…currently not taking well to something those monsters made him do."

Zephyr listened but he didn't hear anything, eyes on the door. While the adults bickered between themselves, he took the chance to get out.

"Zephyr! Come back here!"

Denny stepped out a side door to the diner, trash bag in hand. He really hated garbage day if anything for how smelly and filthy the alley was. Throwing the mildly heavy bag into the massive wheelie bin he turned to go back inside, halted by an almighty crash that sent a poor cat screeching into the street. Against his better judgement, Denny decided to go see what had upset the yowling feline.

To the cook's surprise and horror, he found Zephyr collapsed in a mess of garbage bags muttering like a madman; things along the lines of "Gods what have I done?" and "She trusted me." Denny's first and only instinct was to pull the boy up and hold him close with hopes of easing whatever he was suffering from, met with fierce resistance.

"Let go of me!"

"Zephyr, it's okay! Calm down buddy, it's me, Denny! You're safe now, take it easy."

The slamming of a car door made Denny panic, snapping around to see Sacha storming his way and he looked VERY angry.

"Take your hands off of him!"

"Whoa, calm down pal! I mean Zephyr no harm, I swear! I'm a friend of his but he's probably too distraught to recognise me right now."

Sacha stopped a few paces away, seemingly considering Denny's words. It took much stroking of untamed golden hair but Zephyr did relax enough to stop fighting, practically collapsing into Denny's arms, exhausted. Somebody behind Sacha caught the attention of wine red eyes but right now, Zephyr was the owner's main concern.

"You're okay, buddy. I won't let anybody hurt you."

"D-Denny?"

"Hey. Been worried sick about you, kid. Eileen lost more than her marbles when we heard you'd gone missing."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make everyone worry."

Sacha studied Denny carefully as the dark skinned chef continued to soothe the boy now crying in his arms, hushing bitter tears with softly spoken assurances. Pounding ears twitched to the sound of somebody moving closer, weak muscles tensing ready to take flight if the need arose. Zephyr snapped his eyes shut, afraid of the hand approaching.

Naturally confusion was the first thing to cross Zephyr's mind to feeling somebody stroking his hairy cheek, risking a glance to see who it was. Just beyond Denny's sleeve was a handsome boy maybe a few inches shorter than Zephyr, his smooth chin length hair gleaming lime green. Large eyes of lilac sparkled brightly, dancing in whatever light they could catch down the dark alley.

"Long time no see, my friend."

Zephyr recognised the knee-weakening French voice right away, easing out of his safety cage slowly.

"Oliver?"

"Oui."

Denny and Sacha watched the boys with mild wonder, neither of them expecting Zephyr to wrap his shaking arms around Oliver's waist and hold him tight. Seeing the French boy alive and apparently quite well was a huge relief. The boys hadn't crossed paths after their forced meeting and Zephyr had feared that something awful happened to Oliver and he'd been unable to protect him.

"That was you, wasn't it? The one who called out to me when I launched at Lady Rouge?"

"Yes. I…I didn't know who she was and thought you were about to hurt an innocent woman. I'm sorry."

Zephyr suspected as much, nuzzling his face into the warmth of Oliver's shoulder; breathing in the strangely floral scent of him, likening it to the roses in Elizabeth's garden. Watching the young man he cared for as his own sharing a bond with a lad other than Kai was certainly a bizarre sight for Sacha. Zephyr did not bond with guys his age very easily if ever, counting Oliver a lucky exception. But just how deep did this connection go? With Zephyr in safe hands, Denny was content to get back to work and tell Eileen the local hero was alive. Sacha and Oliver hadn't chased after the runaway teen alone, a woman emerging from a parked car.

"Thank goodness you found the poor boy. I'll call it in. Why don't you fellas go on inside, I'll be along in a minute."

"Shouldn't we be getting Zephyr back for questioning?"

The woman shook her head, arctic blue eyes soft. "I don't think there's much more we can get from him right now. Let the kid relax a bit, he's earned it I'd say."

Sacha didn't think on it too long, corralling Zephyr and Oliver towards the diner. Eileen came into view soon as she heard the ringing bell, fidgeting with her skirt so not to overwhelm Zephyr more than he probably was. But what she really wanted to do was cuddle him to death. Seeing that the waitress was desperate for a snuggle, Zephyr permitted her close enough to give him a squeeze.

"You silly boy. Had us all worried you did. Where on Earth have you been?"

"He'd rather not talk about that right now." Sacha interjected, putting himself between Eileen and the table. "I'm sorry; it's a very tender subject."

"I completely understand, sir. We've been beside ourselves with worry. All Ashley could tell us is that Zephyr had taken searching for the missing youngsters onto his shoulders, unable to stand by any longer after little Tammy nearly got nicked."

Sacha nodded. Ashley had given him the same spiel when he arrived a few weeks ago. His unnamed companion strode in, her curly caramel hair bouncing with every step taken towards the table where the boys were seated, pulling Sacha to one side for a quiet word.

"Okay, I've negotiated some freedom for a little bit. Queen has expressed great concern for Zephyr. He apparently snapped at King quite violently and became inconsolable after watching some of the tapes we confiscated. Can't say I blame him to be fair. It's awful what those people did."

"Da. They will need more than God for protection if I get hands on them. While not best solution, distraction is good rest for mind."

"You're doing it again." She chuckled sweetly, bribing a disgruntled sound from Sacha. He couldn't help it if his English got a little broken under stress.

"How long does he have, Belinda?"

"A couple hours. Give the guys time to plough through the hoard of other victims and get their stories providing they're not too damaged to speak out. They're pretty cute together aren't they?"

Belinda gestured to the teens having a shockingly animated conversation not far away. Sacha simply nodded, feeling words were not necessary.

While waiting for their orders, Zephyr learned that Belinda was Oliver's translator, proving his theory that the French teen was unable to speak a word of English. She was also acting as a negotiator with his family in France. It truly saddened him to know Oliver couldn't stay in Britain permanently. No doubt the boy would be something of a comfort blanket for him over the next couple of weeks. For the most part, Oliver looked unaffected by the horrors he'd lived through but Sacha saw the smiling face for what it really was; a mask to hide unspeakable pain. Because while Oliver's charming mug put on a convincing show, his eyes whispered of the façade he displayed.

Denny had the quartet's food sent from the kitchen in what Eileen considered record time yet he'd clearly taken great care to make sure everything was perfect. Zephyr and Oliver had a big basket of fries between them, Sacha played a gamble getting a burger with his smaller serving and Belinda opted for a refreshing salad. She had to step away briefly when an arriving policeman requested a word, asking Eileen if would be okay to bring the other youngsters for a bite to eat on her way back in. Every member of kitchen staff was up for the challenge and they'd be damned if even a single child went hungry on their watch.

Soon after the first batch arrived, Zephyr's new little friend with them. He allowed the boy to squeeze in between him and Oliver, even permitted the pilfering of a few fries. Casting his eyes over the other arrivals, Zephyr saw Frankie hovering at the group's rear. He was off the bench before Sacha could grab him, determined to apologise for what he'd done. His fears slowly became real as Frankie kept away from him, afraid.

The accompanying policeman saw this and put himself between the duo. Zephyr reacted poorly, his urge to protect springing forth. If only he knew that this was the man who convinced Luke that he was possessed. Owen visibly shrank, flashes from the night before reminding him of the horrors he'd seen. Then, a bang rang out and Zephyr fell to the floor.

Bright lights and a bleach white ceiling greeted groggy amethyst eyes slowly easing themselves open to the world. All Zephyr could remember was laying his sights on Frankie and that she shied away when he approached. In her charcoal eyes he saw terror of epic proportions, raising up his newest fear. She knew, about what he'd done to her. After that, everything was a massive blank.

"You really can't keep out of trouble for five seconds, can you buddy?"

Zephyr's gaze drifted down from the ceiling with painful slowness, resting on none other than Ashley whom stood vaguely close by, arms folded in a very "matter of fact" way and an affectionate smile on his face. Judging by the dark circles under Ashley's usually bright eyes, he hadn't gotten a lot of sleep during Zephyr's absence. This wasn't fair, he didn't feel ready to face the young Dickenson yet. Seeing terror rife in widened amethyst pits confused Ashley, unsure what Zephyr could possibly have to be afraid of.

"Hey now, is that any way to greet a friend? Zeph, I'd never hurt you, you know that."

Somebody gripping his right hand made Zephyr aware of another body nearby, inwardly relieved to see Oliver sitting devotedly beside him. He attempted to roll over, seeking sanctuary, but a horrendous pain ripped through his left waist.

"Take it easy, buddy." Ashley soothed, slowly stepping a little bit closer. "The doctors say you shouldn't be moving about too much until that hole in your side heals up."

Hole? What hole was Ashley talking about? Then he heard it, the echoes of a gunshot ringing in his ears. If Zephyr was piecing everything together correctly, Owen had shot him, likely out of fear or by accident, now aware of the searing pain where the bullet went in. Ashley eased himself an empty chair, explaining that the small chunk of metal had been safely removed from the blonde's body. Zephyr trembled beyond control when his spare hand was held caringly by his surrogate sibling, unable to look anywhere near him. Perhaps he was being irrationally afraid? Surely Ashley wouldn't do anything to hurt him more than he already was?

Sacha's arrival granted a great measure of relief, a doctor not far behind him. Zephyr identified the jet black haired cloud grey eyed medical professional from earlier in the year when he'd cut his wrist. Wow, it felt like only yesterday that happened. Ashley was by his side then too, disarming Elizabeth from her accusations of self harm.

"It's wonderful to see you awake, Master Varskovitz. Though I was hoping we wouldn't be treating you again so soon. But no matter. Master Dickenson, would you mind stepping out for a moment please? I need to have a quiet word with your brother."

"Certainly, Dr. Matherson. I'll be in the waiting room if you need me, pal. We'll get you home safe soon I promise."

With Ashley gone, the air noticeably grew serious. Zephyr wasn't sure he liked how Dr. Matherson stared at him, subconsciously grasping Oliver's hand for support. Sacha took up the chair left open, taking Zephyr's free mitten in his own larger, coarse skinned hold.

"Now then." Dr. Matherson began, glancing down at his clipboard. "In regards to your newest injury, we have full confidence it'll heal completely. The gashes on your face might leave behind some scarring but otherwise should be gone within a couple weeks. That brings me to some tests we ran for the ongoing investigation."

"Tests? What tests? Couldn't you wait to consult me first?"

"I'm sorry, Master Varskovitz, but the tests required are very time sensitive. Mr. Markova here gave us permission to take some blood and urine samples as the nearest guardian associated with yourself. According to your file, you have a history of drug use, is this correct?"

Zephyr squirmed uncomfortably but confirmed with a slight nod that he had indeed taken questionable substances in the past.

"And currently, you're undergoing counselling to combat a cocaine addiction, among others?"

"That is correct. Of my own will, I haven't touched any illegal substances for nearly a year now."

Dr. Matherson dipped his head, running a finger down the paper causing Zephyr to shiver.

"I regret to inform you that we found traces of Rohypnol and cannabis in your system. There shouldn't be any harmful long term side effects of the latter. What we are concerned about is the amount of Rohypnol you may have ingested over the weeks."

Zephyr was unfamiliar with this Rohypnol Dr. Matherson spoke of, recalling the numerous times he'd been forced to drink stuff.

"If you don't mind me asking, doctor, what is this Rohypnol and what purpose does it serve? Can't say I've heard of it until now."

"Originally it was intended to be a medicine but some folks realised that a few of the side effects would allow them to commit and get away with rape. These include blurred vision and memory loss, to name a couple. It's administered orally and has no taste so it's impossible to tell if anyone snuck some into a drink or food. Like other medicines, one can become addicted if taken in excess. I would suggest arranging for further sessions with your therapist just in case."

Just Zephyr's luck. Almost free of one drug addiction, now he was looking at getting another forced onto his shoulders. He didn't like that Dr. Matherson prepared a sample pot, face growing paler than usual. Completely at random, a little boy came to the rescue.

"Daddy!"

"Hm? Iorek, what the devil are you doing here child? I've told you never to disturb me at work."

Zephyr's heart ached for little Iorek, Dr. Matherson reminding him of Susumu. He probably wasn't much older than 3 with a quiff of blonde hair and cloud grey eyes just like his father.

"Daddy, you promised to let me help your next patient."

"Iorek, not now I'm busy. There's nothing here for you to help with. Where is your mother?"

"Work. Please daddy, just this once."

Zephyr had to hand it to Iorek, he was one determined little rascal. Dr. Matherson yielded with a sigh, instructing his son to check for any signs of breathing difficulty and irregular heart rate. Iorek was all too happy to comply, gleefully taking the stethoscope from his father who was busy having words with another doctor just outside the room.

"Need a hand, little one?"

"No, I can do it."

Iorek trying his best to climb up onto the bed melted the hearts of everyone watching. Sacha gave him a sly boost, allowing the toddler to believe he'd gotten up all on his own. Zephyr played along, sitting forward when told and followed Iorek's every request to the letter, leaning back into his pillows once the child was done.

"So Iorek. You wanna be a doctor like your dad?"

"Yeah! He not home much. Mommy misses him. If I become doctor, we spend more time together. Helping people feels good, too. Your voice sound funny."

Zephyr chuckled, instantly regretting it thanks to his side throbbing disapprovingly. "Yeah I'm not from around here, kid. I was born across the ocean very far away in a cold place."

The conversation dropped soon as the door opened a fraction, Iorek's father coming back in looking grouchy as ever.

"How am I looking, Doc?"

Iorek beamed brightly, giving Zephyr a thumbs up. "All good. Ok daddy, I did it. No bad sounds."

"Good Iorek, now off you go and don't badger any of my other patients."

Iorek did as he was bidden, waving all the way. If that kid was any more adorable, Zephyr swore he would've died from a cuteness overdose. Dr. Matherson clearing his throat pulled Zephyr's attention to him.

"Now then, as I was about to say before the brat rudely interrupted. Due to the nature of how it is obtained, we were unable to procure a semen sample from you, Master Varskovitz."

Zephyr's face turned beet red. Why the heck did they need one of those?! And if Dr. Matherson thought for even a second he was going to wank on command, the man was sorely mistaken.

"There is no room for negotiation, Master Varskovitz. The police require you provide one given they're handling a sexual abuse case of enormous proportions. And since you were involved with said activities, unwilling or otherwise, a sample could place you outside of the other victims."

"Or in them. None of the sexual interactions were protected so it's highly likely they'll find traces of me in more than a few."

The seriousness with which Zephyr spoke was concerning. He'd basically just incriminated himself regardless of his forced participation. If he refused, they'd just get a court order for his sperm so it was easier to just co-operate. However there was one tiny problem getting in the way.

"I would love to help you out, Doc, really I would. But here's the thing. Two actually. First off, I masturbate on command no man or woman. Second, that's not going to work."

"I beg your pardon young man?"

"You heard me. The hand isn't good enough."

Something suddenly occurred to Dr. Matherson, flipping through the sheets on his clipboard until he found what he was looking for. Him grumbling definitely didn't feel like a good omen, Zephyr waiting for whatever the man had to say.

"Yes, that would probably have something to do with your…inability to gleam relief in such a manner."

"Come again? From the top old man. What are you mumbling about?"

"Your foreskin is missing."

Zephyr arched a brow, confused. Dr. Matherson sighed heavily, aware he was about to be asked more questions.

"I'm afraid you've lost me. What exactly is "foreskin" and how is it missing?"

Sacha and Dr. Matherson instantly turned their eyes away when Oliver stood up and pulled his trousers down a little, just enough to pull his manly bits out of hiding. He then proceeded to rip the sheets away from Zephyr and plucked his junk out for comparison, pointing out the scarring beneath golden pubic hairs. For the first time, Zephyr really looked at himself.

He blushed like a besotted schoolgirl when Oliver's phallic matter ended up in his hand, noticing there was a smooth sleeve of skin practically concealing it. Zephyr's manhood lacked that extra layer, watching the dick in his grasp slowly stiffen as if spellbound, feeling the skin peel back to reveal the treasure inside. What was probably more terrifying was Oliver's calmness about another boy touching his privates, only going a shade of pink when he was given a little rub, reaching out to run his fingers through Zephyr's hair.

Once the young men were no longer displaying their tail feathers as it were, the adults turned back around, finding Oliver nestled against Zephyr's good side beneath the sheets. Sacha saved Dr. Matherson the trouble of explaining to Zephyr he'd been circumcised at birth, hence why he was never aware of the missing sleeve. This just left the issue of popping the cork to get that bothersome sample. Dr. Matherson would've suggested finding some way of getting Zephyr stimulated enough to burst had the young male not suddenly turned into a ghost…and Oliver was nowhere to be seen.

Where he'd gone became clear soon enough. Not only had the lump of Zephyr's legs gotten longer, he also looked to be in mild shock feeling around for something, forced into his pillows by a sensation he knew all too well, arm over his eyes.

"Ollie-ngh-no fair. G-get out of there you little w-weasel."

Dr. Matherson stood gobsmacked at what he was witnessing, watching a bobbing lump on the bed with a mortified look across his face. Sacha stifled a laugh, offering Zephyr his hand, getting swatted away as expected. Since comforting the blonde was off the cards, he swapped to giving Oliver some encouraging back rubs, rewarded with a startled squeak.

"D-Sacha, the fuck are you doing?!"

"That sample isn't going to produce itself, y'know. Gotta give the lad some credit for his enthusiasm."

"Ugh. I hate you, damned pervert."

"Yes, I love you too kid. C'mon bud, just a bit more and he'll be good to go."

After a few dozen more bobs, Oliver felt that Zephyr was about to let loose, sticking a hand out from under the sheets to signal for a receptacle of some kind. Dr. Matherson hastily provided the requested vessel and not a moment too soon. Almost immediately after the pot vanished a strangled cry escaped Zephyr's lips, his back arched at an impossible looking curve. Satisfied the assaulted blonde had been well and truly milked, Oliver came out of hiding, pot nearly overflowing with the white stuff, passing it to Dr. Matherson who promptly vanished afterward.

There wasn't a shred of shame on Oliver's face, smiling gleefully as he laid down against Zephyr's side only to be pulled back up by a hand cupping his lower jaw. Lilac clashed against amethyst without fear.

"You are so damn lucky I plan to shag you when I'm out of here, Oliver."

A shiver of anticipation raced down Oliver's spine, the growl of Zephyr's voice coming across more sexy than terrifying, leaning up to give his lips a cheeky peck only to get more than he bargained for. Sacha never thought he'd live to see the day Zephyr actively smooched another guy, giving the boys a little privacy to have words with Ashley. At current, it wasn't known how long Zephyr would be in the hospital for and his guardian from Mother Russia had every intention of staying beside him until the investigation reached its conclusion. To Ashley Sacha assigned the task of informing somebody at the station his surrogate brother likely wouldn't be back for questioning until tomorrow.

Detective Roseheart was the one to greet Ashley, thanking him for updating her on Zephyr's condition and bidding the lad good day. On his way out, a familiar officer approached him and asked if he would mind answering some questions. Ashley had nothing to hide so he figured it couldn't hurt to indulge the man, wary that it could be a trick. Nothing came across suspicious; all the questions fairly standard for missing persons cases. Just when Ashley thought he was free to go, the officer's face grew dour.

"Young man, there is something you need to know. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't be my place to do so, but I fear nobody else will say anything."

"Um…okay. Frankie's gonna be okay isn't she?"

"I can't make any guarantees I'm afraid. The doctors ran some tests and…well…it turns out Ms. Sandalford is pregnant. At present we're not 100% sure who the father is, but I suspect it could be that friend of yours, the blonde one."

"I should hope you have proof. Zephyr would never touch Frankie."

Ashley got the "proof" he asked for, his blood turning to ice.

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There concludes chapter four and our first glimpse at Zephyr's dark side. I would not want to cross him on a bad day. And yes, for this story he is bisexual. I regret nothing...except all the pain I keep causing.