((A/N: Warning! This chapter contains mentions of rape and lots of swearing! If you are uncomfortable with this, DO NOT READ THIS. I hope you enjoy. :3))

Lovino eventually woke up. Not by himself, but because Steven slapped him in the face. The Italian looked up with a weak groan to see they driving towards a building. He faintly saw 'Lyten Paper Factory' painted on the bricks. The car stopped next to the building, and Brock jumped out of the car to grab Ambrosia. "You're lucky, there's a lot of men waiting for some bitches, you know...there aren't many who survived. So now you two are our slaves." He smirked, pulling Ambrosia out of the car. "Come on woman!"

Steven pulled Lovino out of the car as well. Lovino flinched as his wrist hurt again, but he couldn't do much. Ambrosia just grit her teeth as she was pulled along. She tried to fight, but the man was too strong. Lovino and she were brought to a little room where they were bound to some metal poles far away from eachother. A few filthy looking men were already checking Ambrosia out with horny looks, making her skowl in disgust.

Other women and even a few men were there too, in the same situation as Lovino and Ambrosia. They looked broken, empty looks in their eyes and necks covered in hickeys. One girl looked up, her eyes dead and depressed. She didn't say anything, just gave them a look of sympathy.

Lovino groaned as he was tied to the pole, almost hanging from his broken wrist. "L-let ush gho..!" He managed to groan through the gag while trying to kick the pole or men close to him. He saw Brock whispering to Ambrosia with a smirk on his face. But he couldn't really focus on that. A small group of people were checking the new arrivals out with smirks on their faces.

A woman from that group walked towards Lovino, a smirk on her face. She was one of the few female allies of Brock. "My, my~ Aren't you a handsome fellow?~" She leaned down to stroke his cheek with one finger, her dark-brown eyes staring into his soul. The woman pushed some blonde hair out of her face, which also had purple highlights. "Hehe~ It's been a while since we had a pretty one here~ Not to mention as young as yourself~ I think you're going to be my new favourite~" she whispered seductivly in his ear.

Lovino shivered as she touched his cheek. God, this woman was creepy. He looked at her for a while, then he looked away with a small groan of pain. "Oi! Look at me!" The woman snapped at Lovino, grabbing him roughly by the face, making him face her. She smiled creepily. "It's rude to not look at someone when they are talking you know? Don't you have any manners?~"

The Italian whimpered in fear. He quickly nodded, not wanting to make her angry. Who knew what this bitch could do?!

"Good boy~" the woman smiled, stroking Lovino's face with her thumb. "I'm not that bad if you get to know me sweetheart. We'll have a nice time together, won't we? Won't we?~" Lovino mentally gagged. Oh god.. Was he going to get raped or something by this devil woman?!

No. No, he refused that. Lovino weakly began kicking his legs, hitting the woman. Sadly, his kicks were too weak to do anything to her. "Oi! No kicking~" the woman mused with a smirk. She made Lovino tilt his head to the side, showing the hickey Antonio gave him a few days ago during a rather.. special New Years Eve. The woman pouted.

"Awwwww... I'm not the first, am I? Bummer. Oh well." She nuzzled her face in his neck, gently nipping at his throat. Lovino gave her a disgusted look as she began nuzzling his neck, "hmm..gh..." He tried not to move too much as the bruises on his hand and wrist got only worse. "...hn... ..." He groaned quietly while letting out quiet noises.

Why did this feel good?! He was getting assaulted for crying out loud! No. No, this wasn't good. Not good at all. He cursed his body for reacting like this. He hated this. He hated this feeling. He hated this woman. He felt frustrated and scared. He just wanted to go home. He just wanted this to be a bad dream. He wished that Antonio would shake him awake and hug him. Lovino wouldn't even curse him out if that happened. He just wanted this to be a stupid dream!

But.. It wasn't.

"Hmmm.. I don't think I want to~" Suddenly the woman bit down on his neck a bit, drawing some blood. The woman chuckled at the pathetic noises Lovino was making. Lovino let out a harsh yell as he felt the skin breaking. "...N-ngh...! Btch!"

"Oooooh~ We have a potty mouth over here~ How cute~ I'm going to enjoy breaking that spirit of yours~" She pulled back and poked his nose. "Lemme offer you a deal. If you behave nicely, I won't be so rough on you. I hate breaking my toys you see. And you.." The woman cupped his cheek, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "...are a toy that's a bit fragile. So I'll be careful~"

Lovino just glared at her. Suddenly his ears picked up on something that made his blood run cold. He could hear Ambrosia crying and screaming, though it sounded muffled. Like someone was covering her mouth. But that wasn't the only sound. There were soft grunts, skin slapping on skin and… Oh god, no. Was she getting..? Oh. Hell. No. Lovino wanted to rip himself loose and beat Brock to a pulp. That disgusting bastard!

The woman before him chuckled a bit. "Awwww~ Don't worry~ Brock won't break her. Much. Don't you worry your pretty little head sweetheart~" She stroked his hair in a creepy affentionate manner. "Huh, I'm surprised. So there's still shampoo out there. Your hair is soft sweetheart~" While she was stroking his hair, her hand got closer and closer to his curl.

Lovino jolted away a bit. Oh fuck no. She was NOT going to touch that. Not if he could help it. He turned his head away, hissing insults through the gag. The woman narrowed her eyes, unamused.

"Now, now.. Stop struggling. It won't help. one. bit." She snapped, pulling on his hair. And by extention, the curl. Lovino's eyes went wide, an unwanted moan escaping. His hips bucked against his will. The woman blinked.

"Huh?"

She pulled again and smirked as Lovino moaned again. "Tee-hee! I think I just found out something interesting~"

Lovino felt like crying. He cursed the blood rushing downwards, and the hormones that made his primal instincts beg for another tug of the curl. He hated it. He despiced it. He didn't want this. He just wanted to go home damn it!

The woman giggled. "You like that sweetheart?" She asked, running a finger over the curl. She only got a muffled moan as an answer, making her smirk. "Good~" The woman removed her hand from his hair, going over to the gag. "I'll remove this if you behave. Would you like that?~"

Lovino just nodded quickly as an answer, feeling his jaw relax as soon as the gag was taken off. "S-Shithead.." He cursed quietly.

That insult had been a mistake. A BIG mistake. The insult resulted in a punch to the stomach, hard enough to make him cough up blood.

"Rude. If you keep that up, the gag goes back. Understood?"

Lovino coughed loudly, eyes widening as he saw blood coming along. Oh God… This was bad. He had to play along, or else he would get killed. He nodded quickly, looking up into her eyes painfully . "...h..nh S-si...I..I'm..." He coughed a little bit again. "...S-sorry.."

"You are forgiven sweetie. For now." The woman mused, wiping his mouth like a mother would do with a child. She frowned at the blood. "Like I said, I don't want to break my toys~"

Lovino shuddered and huffed, looking away. Holy shit, his stomach hurt. She might've hit too hard.

"Hey! What did I tell you about manners?" She grabbed his face again. "Look. at. me. when. I. talk." Lovino grit his teeth together as the woman took such a hard grip on his face. "...I-I'm...gh..trying..." He whispered quietly, letting out a quiet whimper as his wrist turned again, sending a harsh jolt of pain through his entire arm

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"Try harder." The woman hissed. Suddenly another voice joined in on the conversation. "As much as I hate to interrupt, but it's your turn to keep watch." The woman looked up to see a young male with short dark-red hair and green eyes staring at her. "Awwww~ But Artie.. I was having fuuun..."

"Don't call me that Zanna. It's Artemis. Now shut up and go."

"Fiiiine.." Zanna smiled at Lovino. "I guess we'll resume this later hon." She stood and walked away. Lovino sighed quietly as he could finally let his chin fall onto his chest while trying to watch out to not hurt his body in any way.

'Antonio…'

Lovino felt tears well up again. Where was Antonio..? Did he even realize Lovino was gone..? Of course he did, Antonio must be worried sick.. But.. Would he ever be able to find him..? W-What if he would be stuck here forever? What if.. What if that woman, that BITCH.. What if she decided to play with him in a different way?! W-What if she used him like Brock used Ambrosia just now?! Oh God…

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a cold rag pressing against the little hickey / wound on his neck. Artemis had pressed a wet rag against it, cleaning the wound. "...Are you okay? I'm sorry about her." His voice was monotone, his gaze just.. cold and emotionless.

"..D-don't fucking worry about me.." Lovino grunted and he turned to look at Ambrosia who was left alone by Brock. "...I'm ...fine.."

Yeah, he was fine. For the most part. But Ambrosia was not.

Ambrosia was staring into space wide-eyed, her breathing heavy and quick. She had curled as best as she could, trying to hide her body from the hungry looks. There was a bit of blood dripping from between her legs. Tears streamed over her face, stinging the cuts on her lips and cheeks. She was completly in shock about what just happend to her.

"Hey. What's this?" Artemis suddenly asked. He had found the little cross necklace around Lovino's neck, the one Antonio made for him. Lovino only now noticed that Antonio had engraved his phone number into it. Or.. Well. The number for his emergency phone. Zombie apocaplyse and all that shit. Artemis studied the necklace, and frowned.

"You won't be needing that anymore."

Snap!

He had pulled the necklace from Lovino's neck, snapping the string. The man pocketed the cross, and stood up, walking away. Lovino's eyes widened as Artemis snapped off the wooden cross.

"H-hey! G-give it back you asshole! GIVE IT BACK!" Lovino screamed in anger as he tried to get away from the shackles, but he let out a loud winch in the end. It hurt too much.

"...Gi-give it back.." he whispered quietly. But he got no response. Lovino hung his head, the tears finally spilling. God… Antonio.. He just wanted Antonio right now. He wanted him to storm through the door, shoot all these bastards and then bring them back home like a hero. But… That didn't happen.

Why the FUCK COULDN'T THAT HAPPEN?!

WAS IT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR THEM TO BE SAVED?!

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!

Lovino began kicking his legs, kicking little stones towards the men that were standing around. He kicked his legs stronger, hitting one guy in the head with a pebble. The man just grunted in annoyance at him. Lovino narrowed his eyes and kicked another stone towards them.

""...Fucking assholes...Let us go!"

The men just ignored him. But eventually they got fed up with his stone kicking and loud cursing. "Shut up you brat." A man snapped as they walked towards him. One of them grabbed his hair, and another gagged him again. Lovino continued to struggle and yell through the gag.

"I said shut up!" A man yelled, slamming Lovino's head against the pole, hard. Lovino groaned in pain, mentally cursing as he saw black spots clouding his vision again. He tried to fight it, but eventually he passed out.