A/N: Sorry about this.

-Luna

"Where were you when I got home?!" demanded Conrad, pounding his fist on the counter in their kitchen. "I came home and you were gone! You're always here when I get home!"

Bradley took a deep breath and tried to calm the heart that hammered away inside his chest. He'd seen this behavior in Conrad before when he was drunk, but he hadn't gotten this angry for a long time. Bradley had really thought that his boyfriend had been getting better. "Answer me!" Conrad yelled.

"I was in the diner." Bradley said this relatively calmly, considering his heart was having an epileptic seizure in his chest. Conrad was about to get violent.

"You were with that little son of a bitch Butters, weren't you?" He voice quivered with rage. He advanced towards Bradley, looking menacing despite his height. In fact, he was considerably more muscular than Bradley, and seemed intent on proving it. "Weren't you!"

He put his hands on Bradley's shoulders and shoved. SLAM! Bradley went careening into the wall. The impact sent shocks through his body. and he was vaguely aware of the fact that there were chips in the plaster.

And then cannon balls were blasting into his stomach. Each blow seemed harder than the last, and he was seeing violent explosions of stars. His boyfriend was screaming, and Bradley wasn't sure whether there was coherent speech in the noise or if it was wordless rage. All he was sure of was his own impending death. I'm going to die. And when I do, all of this will be over.

Conrad's fists had progressed upwards, and now they were beginning their assault on his face. Bradley was blinded by his own blood, and he could hear himself- "Con, stop! Conrad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I swear it! Stop, please, please, please..." His words were punctuated with sobs as Conrad beat him mercilessly. "I promise I won't do it again!"

"You're damn right you won't!" Conrad bellowed. The blows ceased, and Bradley opened his eyes nervously. An uneasy calm hung over them. "I'm gonna show you you're my bitch once and for all," Conrad said. His hands went to his belt and Bradley knew what was about to happen.

The belt was off, and Conrad snapped it threateningly. "Take off your shirt."

Bradley whimpered. "I... can't move," he said softly.

"Take it off, you useless fuck!" Crack. The belt landed across Bradley's back, and he screamed in agony. Sobbing, he slowly reached down and took hold of his shirt. It took all his remaining strength to reach up and pull his shirt over his bruised and bloodied body. Conrad snickered as he watched Bradley, whose tears came so thick and fast they ran down his neck and headed toward his stomach, mixing with his blood along the way. The belt flew again, this time hitting Bradley's stomach and causing him to double over in pain. "Take off your pants, too." The pants came off slowly and without protest- Bradley had lost the energy to form words.

Underneath his clothes, the blonde was a mess. Blood and bruises covered his scrawny chest and stomach. He waited in horror as his boyfriend removed his own pants and threw his belt aside. "You brought this on yourself," the brunette was saying. He grabbed Bradley and threw him up against the wall. Bradley had lost all resistance, and all he could do was wait, now the moment of brutal penetration was nearing. The face before him twisted into a drunken leer. A blast of beer-laden breath.

Everything was gone. Unimaginable pain coursed through his body. For a split second, Bradley was aware that he was dying. He heard himself scream in agony. He was being torn apart. And then- he was floating. He was above the scene, watching his boyfriend get off on his pain, and he was filled with a new kind of hurt. He saw his own slight body being thrown against the wall over and over, smearing the wall with his blood. He saw Conrad, eyes filled with hate and lust and madness as he slammed himself repeatedly into Bradley.

At this, Bradley snapped. If I die, he'll win, he thought. He focused on his limp, lifeless body, and willed himself back to it. A rushing sound filled his ears until he hit something solid and came to an abrupt stop. His eyes sprang open, and another blast of Conrad's breath on his face let him know that he was back in his own body. His last conscious thought was of Butters.

Bradley blacked out as his boyfriend came all over him.