AN: Warning, this chapter contains severe Ianto bashing, mentions of rape and mentions of torture. You have been warned.
Ianto was vaguely aware of a numb feeling all over. Like a cold chill had spread right through him. He groaned and tried to move. The last time he'd felt like this he'd just be thrown across the Hub by Lisa. As this thought crossed his mind he suddenly remembered Torchwood, Weevils, Tosh, Owen, Gwen, Jack…
He sat bolt upright, opening his eyes. This didn't really help as he was in complete darkness. He checked himself over, and though he ached badly, he seemed to be in one piece. His hands were bound and a gag was cutting into his mouth, preventing him from making much noise.
He carefully stood up and began to feel his way around. He couldn't tell exactly how big the room he was in was, but it was roughly, forty steps in each direction. He'd passed two doors, on different walls. Both had been locked, but then Ianto hadn't expected any less. After all, he was a prisoner.
He sat down again finally, leaning back against one of the walls. There was nothing he could do until someone came to check on him and then maybe he'd be able to figure some things out.
One of the doors on the wall opposite him creaked open suddenly, as if someone had read his mind. Ianto covered his eyes from the bright light and heard the door shut again. Someone moved across the room and flicked on a light. This was a little dimmer and Ianto was able to look up.
He saw a tall thin man standing watching him. The man had long wavy brown hair that fell about his eyes. He was carrying a very interesting looking box, but Ianto suspected its contents weren't things he wanted to see.
Ianto glanced away from the mans cold grey eyes and looking down at his own hands. They were covered in blood, but it was hard to tell if they were from cuts on his hands, or somewhere else.
The man set the box on the floor, opening it and taking something out which he slipped into his pocket. He straightened up and headed towards Ianto. Ianto didn't know what the man was going to do, but he didn't want to find out either.
Ianto didn't know how long the man had stayed. He knew it had been a long time though. After a while he'd just shut his mind off, unable to cope with the situation any longer.
His body ached worse than before, but Ianto didn't want to think about it, or what had caused it. He knew he was bleeding from several different places, but somehow it made him feel better to feel the slow trickle along his skin. It gave him something to think about if nothing else.
His shirt was torn and he didn't know where his trousers or boxers were. The brown haired man had thrown them across the room somewhere before… before.
Ianto coughed and groaned as a shooting pain started up across his chest. He rolled onto his side, clutching his stomach with his bound hands, wishing the pain would stop, wishing the memories would fade, wishing someone would find him, wishing Jack would take him home.
Ianto sobbed as he thought about what Jack had said to him only hours ago. They could be happily pottering about the Hub right now, not talking, but content to know the other was there if they cared to go and find them. They could be in bed talking about any number of things, or doing those any number of things and not talking.
He could've been watching Jack write his latest report, or making him coffee, or listening to Jack tell one of his wild tales that you were never quite sure whether to believe or not.
Ianto felt tears roll down his cheek. He didn't know what these people wanted with him, or whether they were even going to let him live or not. But he did know that they were intent on torturing him mentally and physically before they did. And he wasn't sure if he'd be able to cope with much more.
The pain was worse now. Three other men had come and gone, and though they'd not done exactly the same things, what they had done had still been enough to send Ianto off the edge. He knew this was going to be his life now. Some kind of frustration toy that would be kept for these peoples own pleasure and nothing more. He'd never feel love again, never love himself again. All he'd know is pain and fear.
He kicked himself mentally then. He needed to get a grip. He'd been in far worse than this before and managed to escape. Well technically Jack had saved him, but it was still the same. Jack would save him this time and he'd be safe again. It was only a matter of time. They would already know he was missing. It wouldn't take them long to find him.
The doubt set in then. He'd been gone hours. At least twelve he would guess, though it might've been longer with the time he was unconscious. If Jack hadn't come to get him by now then something had gone wrong with the plan. There was another element he didn't know about. Something in the equation that changed something else with devastating consequences.
One of the doors opened and Ianto curled tighter into a ball. The light was flicked on again and the door closed. He looked up, praying that it wouldn't be another man come to have his share of Ianto. He sighed when he saw it was a girl carrying a tray of food. He had never been so relieved in his life.
The girl had long wavy brown hair and bright green eyes. She wandered towards Ianto and set the tray down on the floor sitting next to him. She reached out a hand and Ianto flinched away.
"I just…" the girl paused. "I just want to take your gag off."
Ianto relaxed slightly and the girl gently undid the gag throwing it to one side.
"My name's Bo, by the way," she said smiling slightly. She looked about fifteen and almost as scared as Ianto himself. "Are you ok? I know what they did to you. It's my dad and his mates; they've got a vendetta against Torchwood. I'm sorry you got dragged into this. They're animals the lot of them. I wouldn't be here only…"
The girl trailed off and Ianto knew immediately that she was much a prisoner as he was.
"They don't know I'm here and I'll get the shit beaten out of me if they find out, so don't mention it ok?" Bo said quietly. Ianto nodded and sat up gingerly.
"How long have I been here?" He asked croakily.
"I dunno," Bo shrugged. "I didn't know you were here until I heard my Dad talking about what he'd done. You're not the first he's abused. And you won't be the last either."
Ianto looked at the girl horror struck as he realised what she was saying. It was one thing for him, a twenty three year old man, but for a fifteen year old girl, with no chance of escape… This must be what hell felt like.
He reached out for some of the bread on the tray suddenly realising how hungry he was.
"Don't think about me though," Bo continued. "I've had to live with it my whole life, I've never known any different. They'll kill me one day anyway and then I'll be free."
Ianto looked at her sadly.
"We could help you," he said. "Torchwood. They'll come looking for me and they'll get me out, we could take you with us."
Bo smiled wryly.
"My Dad would still find me," she said. "He found you and caught you. If he caught me, he'd kill me."
"You are the first person in this bloody place to show me any kind of compassion," Ianto replied. "The least we could do is help you."
"I suppose I could…" she pondered. "I mean, if I stay he'll find out that I'm…"
She trailed off again one hand resting on her stomach. It didn't take Ianto long to put two and two together.
"You're pregnant," he said. Bo nodded sadly. "Is it..?"
Bo shook her head, laughing.
"No," she said. "My dad and his mates are way too careful. No, I was given to one of the other prisoners as punishment for getting the food order wrong from the Chinese place. They killed him the next day."
"Who was he?" Ianto asked curiously.
"Dunno," she shrugged. "A boy a little older than me. Just another part time shag for my Dad."
Ianto finished off the bread.
"We could get you out," he promised. "We could take you somewhere you could think about this without having to worry about anything else."
Bo sighed again.
"I better go before they decide to come back for round two," she said standing up and taking the empty tray with her. "I'm sorry you're here. Really sorry. I hope you get out and I hope you find someway to get over this."
She paused in the doorway, glancing back before leaving, flicking off the light switch as she went.
Ianto lay back down, wondering if he really had it bad, or whether he ought to feel lucky that he wasn't in the same situation as Bo.