As a note: Currently, the federal/state governments have no power to elicit the Death Penalty for rape unless it ends in murder, and I seriously doubt it's any more serious in Japan. (Last I knew, forced ritualistic suicide went out around World War 2...) Sorry…I wish I could hang the guy, too. Or gut him. Hara-kiri is a fascinating historical aspect…

Warnings: Kidnapping, victim trauma, rape, bondage, physical abuse, sexual abuse, psychological abuse, strange fetishes and some nasty language.

POV: 3rd Person

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon or anything related to it. Don't sue me, I think I need the money for therapy.

Account of Abduction

Chapter 4: Flashback

"Thank you for coming by, Tomoko-san…Kimura-kun…Minamoto-kun." The district attorney sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I understand the last few weeks have been very hard, on all of you…"

Kouji scowled at him. 'Hard on all of you' he said. Bleh. It had been hardest on Kouichi, now walking between his twin and his mother with a somewhat distant air, staring off into the distance as he always did now when he left the house. Even when surrounded by his friends he seemed ever so slightly panicked. Like he was scared, even when in the middle of the group, clutching his brother's hand. He refused to talk, as though afraid it would draw the monster's attention back to him outside of the safety of his home.

"…but I assure you this will be over quickly. Please, sit down."

They did so, accompanied by Iwata-san, a privately-operating lawyer. Despite everything he'd denied and hid from during Kouichi's disappearance, Kouji did have to admit that his father had put his money to good use in hiring the very best lawyer possible to work his son's case. Iwata-san was pushing for life in prison, though he did admit as a side that if the law had allowed the death penalty for rape, he'd have pushed that through instead.

The District Attorney pushed his glasses up his nose, placing his hand on a cardboard box with various labels, a few of which read 'Kimura', 'Koukon' and 'Evidence'.

"We found several possibly incriminating objects in Higure Koukon's home." The DA rattled off, shifting through the box's contents thoughtfully. "But none of it will hold up in court unless we can identify its use during…incident…"

He cast Kouichi a slightly nervous, slightly sorrowful look, wordlessly apologizing for having to bring it up. Kouji growled, sending his own wordless message: "Spit it out!"

The DA seamed to get the hint, as he cleared his throat uncomfortably. He reached into the box, shuffling through a few things. "Um…We just need to know a few extra details, to prepare a proper case."

Iwata narrowed his eyes somewhat haughtily. "Do get on with it."

"Indeed…" The DA removed something from the box, holding it at arm's length. It was a thick black collar, like on that should have belonged to a large dog. There was a small bit of chain dangling from it, one of the links broken. "This was found in Koukon's bedroom…"

Kouichi drew in a sharp breath when he saw it, gripping his brother's hand tightly. Kouji was instantly on alert, leaning over to whisper to him. "Nii-san, what is it?"

The other boy didn't respond. He just stared at the object, drawing in hesitantly soft breaths as though terrified by the thoughts it brought to his mind…

( - )

Kouichi groaned, rolling over to bury his head in a pillow, skillfully avoiding the sunlight. He didn't want to be seen, didn't want anyone to look at him. Three days trapped in this hell hole had reduced him to the level of a whipped dog, lying limp and almost numb with pain, embarrassment and utter shame.

His body ached. His wrists were heavily abraded from the ropes and handcuffs he'd been forced into time and time again. Bites and bruises are scattered liberally over his exposed shoulders, chest and neck, leading down past the waistline of his pants, the only item of clothing he'd been allowed to put back on after…after…

Tears sprung unbidden into his eyes as he thought of what Koukon…Duskmon… had done to him every night since he'd been brought here. He didn't want to think of the shame of it all, the disgrace…

"Got to get out of here…"

The thought came from nowhere, but elicited a spark of determination. With newfound strength, he pushed himself into a sitting position and looked blurrily around his 'quarters'. it was small and dark, with one door…looked from the outside, he knew without even trying…shelf after shelf filled of mortifyingly kinky devices mounted on the wall, and a single window…

Window!

Kouichi slid out of the bed, thankful now that last night's 'activities' had left him so wasted that Duskmon had removed the bonds when he left, expecting the teen to be unconscious or unable to move until he returned. Having a bit more constitution than most would expect from his thin, lithe body, Kouichi was more than able to move slowly, stealthily to the window and set to work on the latch.

It soon became very obvious that the window hadn't been opened in a very long time. The latch was stiff and stuck, so small it was hard for even his small, strong adolescent hands to get a grasp on it. It took a lot of groaning and grunting, he managed to pull the latch open, undoing the lock.

"Yes…" Kouichi sighed, planting his hands under the window ledge and pulling up. It, too, was old and stubborn, but it inched up ever so slowly until he could slip his fingers under the grate and yank it up with all his might.

It stuck about halfway up, but it would do. It was more than wide enough for the thin, lithe boy to crawl out. He could see the green, manicured lawn spread out before him, the road stretching into the distance, the pale lights of the city glowing in the sunset…

Behind him, a lock suddenly clicked into place. He drew in a sharp gasp, willing himself not to turn around even as the door opened slowly, especially as he already had his shoulders out the window and was planting his hands in the grass for the extra push.

"Oh-ho." Koukon's voice floated to his ears. "My little pet is trying to run away, is he?"

A hand suddenly seize his ankle, dragging him backwards. Kouichi grabbed the grass to stop himself, ripping several blades out of the ground as he did. He managed to pull himself a bit more forward against the strength of his captor desperately.

Quite suddenly, the window suddenly slammed down, right into the small of his back. The boy couldn't help but cry out as pain rippled up his spine, his hands releasing their grip on a conditioned response.

Koukon laughed softly, dragging him back into the room and slamming the window the rest of the way shut. Kouichi backed into the wall, still on all fours, and was cornered almost too easily.

"You've been a bad boy." Koukon tut-tutted, reaching down to run his fingers along Kouichi's cheek sensuously. "And I'm afraid bad boys have to be punished."

The gentle caress suddenly transformed into a harsh slap, one with enough force the knock the boy over into the corner. Kouichi barely had time to react before Koukon kicked him hard in the stomach, knocking the air from his lungs in a single swoop. The boy curled up on instinct, gripping his stomach painfully.

"There now." Koukon reached down and seized the boy roughly by the scruff of the neck, pulling him up painfully. "Have you learned your lesson yet, pet?"

There was no reply, just a soft gasping for breath and a desperate attempt to struggle to his feet. Koukon frowned, moving to grip his hair. "Answer me." He hissed softly, pulling just a bit harder. "I want an answer, pet. Have you learned your lesson?"

The boy gulped hesitantly. "Y-Yes…"

"What?" Koukon leaned forward. "I can't hear you."

"I…I'm s-sorry…" Kouichi groaned, his hands moving to try and pull the fist from his hair. "I won't…I won't do it again…"

"I trust you won't." Koukon hissed, releasing suddenly and taking him by surprise. He used that few seconds to snatch both of the boy's wrists, pulling them tightly behind his back. "But unfortunately, I don't think I can trust you anymore, pet."

He dragged the boy forward, kicking open the door as he did to shove him into the main house. Kouichi had never been in this part of the mansion before, not once during his week-long stay, but he didn't have time to admire the fancy furnishings as he was forced down the long, thin, dark hall.

At the very end was a large, wooden door with gold finishing all around. It lead to the master bedroom, a huge room with wide windows, decorative paintings on the white walls, plush blue carpets and beautiful oaken furniture. The primary feature was a huge four-poster bed with blue curtains, silver and gold ropes tying the drapes open.

Koukon dragged Kouichi to the far side of the bed, kicking his legs out from under him to drop him to his knees. One hand held him threateningly by the shoulder, nails digging in to the soft flesh as the other hand began to search the bed stand behind him.

"Here we are." The hand suddenly removed itself, moving to Kouichi's throat with its partner. The boy froze, thinking he was about to be throttled, and was surprised when he was suddenly released.

"There." A sickening smile slide over Koukon's face. "That will keep the pet from running away."

Kouichi's hands moved hesitantly to his neck, afraid of what he would find. His fingers brushed something thick and made of leather, wrapping around his neck in a single band, connecting with a heavy metal buckle.

"Oh god, no…" He thought desperately, exploring his new accessory more. Another piece of metal lead from it to become a silver chain that was connected to the bedpost beside the wall. A leash. And a collar. Chained like a dog at his 'master's beside, and there was a lock. He couldn't get free.

"You like it?" Higure Koukon grinned at him vilely, running his fingers down the boy's bared chest. "I had it made just for you, my lovely little pet. Isn't it nice? It matches your pretty eyes."

The boy looked up at him, his 'pretty' eyes radiating with both fear and hatred. Koukon just smiled wider, stroking his hair as though he was a cat. "You'll learn to obey me, in time, my little…"

( - )

"Kouichi? Kouichi, honey, what is it?"

The boy snapped back to reality with a startled gasp. His mother was holding his hand in both of hers, the eyes he had inherited from her glowing with worry. He blinked at her a moment, then at his brother, and then at the attorney in front of him, still holding the black leather collar in one hand.

"Kimura-kun?" Iwata-san asked softly, leaning over his briefcase and pushing his glasses up seriously. "Is there something wrong?"

"Are you okay, Nii-san?" Kouji's voice was soft, but held a hard, serious tone.

Kouichi blinked once more, then nodded his head in response to his brother's question. He turned back to the district attorney once more, and the older man seamed very disturbed by the whole thing. "Um…perhaps we could continue this another time, Kimura-kun."

Kouichi shook his head. Very softly, he opened his mouth and spoke in a slow, somewhat hesitant voice. "I'm…okay, sir. Please…continue."

Chapter 4 - End

Not my best chapter. The next one will probably be more satisfying. It's from Tomoko-san's point of view, because I adore Mama Kimura, especially her relationship with Kouichi-kun. It's sooo sweet…

BTW, if you're wondering why Kouichi's not speaking, it's a post-traumatic stress disorder known as 'Selective Mutism'. Basically, the silence makes a mental barrier with the rest of the world, to protect him from more damage as he recovers. Selective Mutes usually recover within a year or two of being removed from their object of stress, with proper therapy, but others are not so lucky and it can develop into a permanent social disorder. I've experimented with Kouichi being Selectively Mute before, in another trauma-related story that got half-way finished before running out of steam. It just seams like the kind of reaction he'd have to that kind of abuse and fear. And don't mind my psycho-babble…I get into my mother's old college textbooks when I'm bored, and she majored in Psychology. Explains a lot, huh?