A/N: Not a happy chapter, it's getting quite dark.

Warning: Mentions of rape

Chapter Eight

David threw Syed to the floor of the darkened flat that they had once shared before Syed had realized how much he still loved Christian. The glass was still covering the floor and Syed landed right on top of it. He felt the blood pour down his hands.

"Ah," he cried out in pain but David didn't pay him any attention.

He grabbed Syed's arms and pulled them behind his back, fixing them in place with a length of rope. He did the same to his legs and left Syed lying on the ground, struggling to sit up.

"If you know what's good for you then you'll stay lying down."

"Why are you doing this?" Syed sobbed, he couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his face.

"I thought we were happy. I loved you so much, Syed but you dropped me as soon as you got the chance. You dumped me for him. Some random bloke off the street. Why would you do that Syed?"

"He's not some random bloke."

"Who is he then?"

"He's the man I love, the man I've always loved, the man I can't live without."

"So what was I then?"

"A distraction," Syed answered honestly and bluntly, he really didn't care for David's feelings at that moment. "Christian and I had split up and I didn't want to feel lonely. You were nothing more than a bit of fun."

David walked over to Syed and smacked him hard in the face, forcing Syed's head to snap backwards with the force. He cried out in pain.

"I've decided you don't get to talk anymore," David raged as he grabbed Syed by the hair and dragged him across the room. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gag before shoving it forcefully into Syed's mouth. "I think it's time we had a little bit of fun, don't you?"

"He didn't just leave, Rox, he's gone missing." Christian sounded frantic, he was panicking so much. He had called Roxy almost unable to speak properly so she had hurried straight over to calm him down."

"How can you be sure? He has left before."

"He left his shoes behind, people don't leave without their shoes. Something's wrong, I know it is."

"Have you tried calling him?"

Christian looked at her as if she was stupid for suggesting it. "It was the first thing I did. He didn't answer. What do I do? I can't call the police, they won't see him as missing for 24 hours."

"You need to calm down, Christian. Getting yourself worked up like this isn't good for you and it's not going to help Syed."

"I know," Christian sighed in frustration. "I'm just worried."

"Yeah, well, let's establish that he's actually missing before you start panicking," Roxy leaned over and gave her best friend a hug. No matter how much she disliked Syed, she hated to see her friend this upset. "Why don't you try calling him again? Maybe he'll answer this time."

Syed could feel his phone vibrating silently in his pocket. He knew it was Christian calling to see where he was and he desperately wanted to answer it and cry for help. He was tied up to tight though, David had made sure he wouldn't be able to free himself.

"I think it's time we had a little bit of fun, don't you think?" David's voice was low and threatening, Syed knew that nothing good would come out of this. He moaned from behind the gag in protest but David ignored him.

"Remember when we first moved in here? How we would spend every Sunday morning in bed together, making love and reading the papers. Don't you miss that?

Syed shook his head and tried to move away but David stopped him. He picked him up and carried him over to the bed, dropping him down hard before he lay down next to him.

"I always loved the way you moaned when I was inside you. You might deny it but you loved it just as much as I did," he ran his hand up and down Syed's body which made him flinch and not in a good way. He knew what was going to happen and he was powerless to stop it.

David's hand stopped at Syed's waist and he slowly began to undo Syed's jeans. Syed tried to move away but he found himself trapped as David moved on top of his legs and grasped the waistband of his jeans. Syed let out a cry as he felt fresh tears fall down his face.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. Everything's going to be all right."

Syed hurt everywhere. David had untied him once he had finished with him but Syed couldn't make himself move. He had made it last for hours, drawing out every single agony Syed had felt. Once David had finished, untied him and left him alone in the flat Syed had curled into a small ball and cried until he felt completely numb. He wanted it all to go away. He wanted it to be a dream. He wanted to wake up and find himself lying in Christian's arms where everything was safe and warm and good. But it would never be okay ever again. He wanted to go home.

Slowly, Syed sat up and reached across the bed to pick up his jeans. He pulled his mobile out of the pocket and stared blankly at it. There had been so many missed calls from Christian. He must be so worried, Syed realised. He had been gone for hours. He suddenly felt the strongest urge to call Christian. He wanted him there to make it all better.

"Syed?" He heard Christian's voice down the other end of the phone. He sounded relieved to know Syed was contacting him.

"Christian," Syed didn't recognise his own voice, it sounded so foreign to him. "I need you to come and get me," he was trying to keep control of himself but upon hearing Christian's voice he felt himself start to break down again.

"Where are you?"

"My old flat. Please hurry," he croaked before hanging up. He couldn't speak to Christian any longer.

Christian hurried over to Syed's old flat and was horrified by what he saw. Syed was sitting on the bed, his legs curled up to his chest and his head was on his knees. He wasn't wearing any trousers. Christian felt sick. He knew exactly what had happened.

"Syed," he said gently so he didn't startle the younger man.

"Christian?" Syed replied sounding amazed that Christian was actually there.

"We need to get you out of here," Christian rushed over to his lover but Syed flinched away. Christian tried not to feel hurt, it was understandable under the circumstances. "We need to get you to a hospital."

"Don't want to go to a hospital, I want to go home."

"We need to get someone to look you over, you look hurt," on closer inspection Christian could see the blood dripping down Syed's legs mingling with a sticky substance that made Christian's heart sink when he saw what it was.

"I'm fine."

"I'm sure you are, but I want a doctor to tell me that you're fine. We're not arguing about this so let's get your trousers on and we'll be going."

Syed didn't respond but he did as Christian said. After he had dressed himself he gingerly stood up. He really wanted Christian to help but he didn't want anyone to touch him. Christian could see that Syed wasn't going to allow him near him so he kept his distance as he followed Syed out.

He wanted to tell Syed it would all be okay but he just could see how.

Things would not be okay for a long time.