Thank you guys so much for the comments :) Here is chapter 2, I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think :)

Chapter 2:
It was the first time since Nick got here, that someone except the guys in white coats or the securities- as he liked to call the men laying an eye on them- talked to him, if you overlooked the pleading of strangers in pain for help.

For a second he was startled, not knowing how to answer. The ability of speaking- forming actual sentences that made sense- seemed to slowly fade away. He took a deep breath before answering: "You are going to take a shower. Better undress yourself, before someone comes in to rip the clothes of your body." It was weird listening to his voice again when he wasn't singing.

The blond boy looked through the room and realized that he was the only one still wearing all of his clothes. He blushed slightly, fingering the hem of his shirt.

Nick started to wonder how old the boy actually was. He had to be the same age, if not even younger than him. He caught himself starring at him a few seconds before ripping his eyes off of him, starring at the wall.

From the corner of his eyes he could see the blond taking of his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. He let them fall to the ground and shifted around uncomfortably. When it came to his boxers though, he hesitated.

"No one actually cares about you naked" Nick said. The words were out before he even realized it, which caused the new guy to blush again.

For a few seconds there was only the sound of men shifting around and muttering to themselves before the blond talked again: "Am I going to die now?" Nick heard the voice of the boy crack at the last two words and sighed. "You would be lucky if you could!" he said, no emotions in his words, sitting down on one of the wooden benches and wresting his head in his hands as he saw the boy finally taking of his boxers, throwing them to the rest of his clothes. He sat down next to Nick and his face was a bright red. His hands were trembling.

"See all you are going to do is take a shower now. Enjoy it; even if the shampoo and soap will probably burn like hell everywhere they get in touch with your body, but it can take up to months until you get the next opportunity!"

The other guy nodded, starring thoughtful at the floor. "Why am I here?" he then asked and Nick rolled his eyes. For some reason he thought that kid was really annoying with all his questions. Nick never got answers in the beginning, why should he give them to the boy then?

So instead of saying something he kept silent, his mind going blank.

Blondie next to him sighed and babbled on and on about that he didn't know what was going on here. Nick tried to stay calm but as the boy went on he couldn't hold it back anymore. It felt like he was exploding.

"Shut the fuck up!" he hissed narrowing his eyes at the other boy. "Listen man, I don't care what you are talking about! I am not interested at all in it. So shut up like everyone else here. Because no one cares! No one cares about you or your feelings or how you can't believe that someone actually kidnapped you!"

He stood up and went to the other side of the small room, hoping that they would lead them to the showers soon. A few eyes lay on him but nobody raised his voice to say something. The new kid sat there, lifting his shoulders like he wanted to hide his face.

And there was it again- the numbness Nick felt around others. He wasn't able to care anymore, even if he wanted to. He knew he would regret it the moment he would be pushed into his little room; he would blame himself for not preparing the boy about what was going to happen to him just like he wished he would have been prepared when he arrived here.

The second door in the room was opened from the inside and Nick remembered the guy opening it- it was the one who dragged him to the white room for the very first time. It was the one laughing at him as he was scared and telling him how he would enjoy watching Nicks body reacting to the pills they gave him.

"Where are we going?" Nick growled in a mixture of anger and fear. The cold metal of the handcuffs cut into his wrists and hurt badly while they went through the grey hallway, their footsteps echoing with every step. He had tried to defend himself but as soon as he got punched in the face he stopped. He realized that it made no sense. He was weak and tired.

Along the walls were metal doors looking just like the one he had in his room and Nick started to ask himself if there were other people trapped behind these doors.

The man behind him didn't talk. Nick sighed and thought about asking again when he heard a loud scream. It sounded so painful and scared that it felt like his blood froze in his veins.

His heart started beating even faster than before and he started sweating. His knees were shaking so bad that he was afraid he'd fall down.

Was the same going to happen to him? Would he be the next person screaming like this? He wanted to cry- break down and cry and beg for mercy. But he had a feeling if he would do that, the guy would hit him again. Nick's cheek still hurt from the first time the fist connected with his face.

That's when they turned around the corner, when he saw the white door for the first time and he immediately knew that this was the place they would take him too.

"What is going to happen?" he whispered to himself because he didn't think he'd ever get an answer from the guy walking behind him. That's why he flinched when he heard the raspy dark voice: "The doctors are going to make you suffer. They are going to test things at you to see how your body reacts to them. Then they will leave the room, step behind a glass wall and watch you and take notes about every little reaction. And I am going to stand there too, I am going to stand there and watch you. I will watch you screaming in pain and begging us to stop it but we won't. And when I will go to bed tonight, I will think about you, how your body reacted, how you screamed and cried and I will sleep with a smile on my face."
Nick froze at the words. He wasn't able to move anymore, to breathe anymore. It felt like someone laid a rope around his throat and tightened it, making him choke.

He felt the guy pushing him in the back in the doors direction and with every step he felt weaker. Tears burned in his eyes, running down his cheeks.

What did he do to deserve this?

The first time had been the worst. Although it wasn't as painful as the other tests, it was the one that scared him the most. And when he looked into the eyes of the man, remembered his words, he felt the anger in him.

He watched the blond guy getting up and following the other men in the tiled room which looked like a regular common shower room. It contained fourteen showers, one for each man. Nick looked around, searching for bleach blond hair. When he saw the new guy he made sure to catch the shower right next to him.
"I am sorry!" he muttered as the other one looked at him in surprise. "I should have thought sooner about how you must feel being new here and not knowing what is going on." He turned on the water and tried to regulate the temperature as good as possible. When it was neither to hot nor to cold, he stepped under the water and sighed as it hit his body. The scars burned but he didn't care because the knowledge of finally getting clean again banished all the pain.

The new guy was still busy trying to find the right temperature. "How long have you been in here already?" he asked. It was obvious that he was still uncomfortable being completely naked around thirteen other guys and scared to death even if he clearly tried to hide it.

"Depends!"

"On what?"

"It depends on you telling me which date we have." He rubbed over his arms and looked in disgust at the dirty water circling into the drain.

The guy had to think about it for a second while stepping under the water. "It's the end of January" he then said and Nick's jaw dropped. He got into the car somewhere between Christmas and New Years Eve. Did that mean that only a month passed since his arrival? He could have sworn that it'd already be March. The awareness felt like someone kicked right into his stomach.

"Are you okay?" Blondie asked and Nick felt like punching him in the face. How could he be okay in here? It was only one month that passed by, only one month of the rest of his life. He wanted to scream and hit the tiled wall as hard as possible or throw his head against it until he would black out. But instead he just stood there, a blank expression on his face as the water washed over his body.

"I am Jeff by the way!" the guy said flashing a smile at Nick which didn't reach his eyes. A smile… how could he smile in here?

It has only been one month. Nick closed his eyes and tried to hold back the tears. He didn't want to show weakness in front of the other men, even if only one of them would actually notice.

He's been torture at least ten times since he arrived here only one month ago. How often would it happen again until his heart would stop beating because it couldn't bear the pain anymore?

"I don't care!" Nick said, turning his back to Jeff and ignoring him.

Jeff sat in his room on the old dirty mattress, looking down on his new clothes consisting of black trousers and a white shirt which was drenched by the tears that didn't stop running down his cheeks. The skin on his head burned terribly. He guessed it was a reaction to the weird smelling shampoo he used.

He was terrified. A small voice in the back of his mind screamed at him that this was just a nightmare and he would wake up any second if he just wanted to. Did his parents already call the police and tell them that he was missing? They would probably already search for him.

While lying down on the mattress he thought about what had happened. He was just waiting at the bus station when this black van stopped in front of him and before he was able to react, two men jumped out and pulled him in- Jeff didn't even scream because it happened so fast.

You would be lucky if you could die. The words of the strange man he talked to echoed in his mind and he trembled. What else would happen to him in here when dying would mean being lucky? He saw the scars on the man's body, of course he did. How could you not see them? Some of them looked like he did them to himself but some others didn't. It looked like someone clenched to him and dug his nails into him as hard as possible. Jeff didn't even want to imagine how bad that must hurt.

He shifted around on the mattress, trying to rest and find some sleep. When he was trapped somewhere between being awake and asleep, his door was opened and a voice screamed at him: "GET THE FUCK UP!"

Jeff tensed. It felt like his heart was going to break right through his chest because it was beating so fast as two hands pulled him from the mattress, pushed him to the floor and handcuffed him. Jeff didn't know what would happen but he knew for sure that he wouldn't be lucky enough to just be taken to the shower again. The pictures of the other boy's bruised body appeared in front of his eyes and before he even realized it, he started screaming. There was something hard hitting the back of his head and the next second everything turned black.

Poor little Jeff, isn't he? I don't know when I'll be able to update again but I try as soon as possible, I promise :)