W00t! You asked for more updates and you got them. I give you fair warning, though, this is the main reason for the rating of this fic. Please, please, please! If you have weak hearts or stomachs, DO NOT READ THIS! I'll just put it this way, editing this chapter made me want to cry and throw up all at the same time so yeah. Don't ask me where this came from, I swear my mind is not this demented...at least not on a consistant basis. On a brighter note, this marks the halfway point in the story. Well, kinda. There are a total of 9 chapters in this fic and I have been considering writing a sequel. However, I'm not sure whether I will or not. I have some ideas but I still would like to hear from my readers, who I would like to thank once again for your comments and encouragement. Well, enough of my blabbering. On with the chapter.

Ryo tried to get his bearings as he was dragged along, hoping to keep his mind from figuring out the 'game' he was about to be playing. The building was old and creaking. They passed room after room, a few open revealing old desks and computers. This must be one of the old office buildings. Hmm…that would mean it's probably on the south side of the city…about 30 minutes or so from the precinct. That might make it a bit more difficult for Berkeley to find me. All these buildings look the same and half of them are inaccessible. His concentration was broken as Thomas threw him into a small side room.

"Come on, Ryo." he said. "Let's play." He snickered, shoving Ryo roughly towards the back corner of the room. Ryo's body was shaking. He was scared. Being an officer, fear was a given. He knew that people could be dangerous when cornered and he had always had a fear of being shot. But this, this was something completely different. This was complete and total horrifying fear like he'd never felt before. There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. No way out. He was completely helpless.

His mind began to race as strong hands pushed him down onto a steel-framed bed. He was numb. He couldn't think. He couldn't act. He felt his hands being retied above his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and prayed it was all just a nightmare. A terrifying nightmare. But he knew it wasn't. He could feel the weight as Thomas pinned him tightly to the bed. He tried to struggle but his mind wasn't working.

His pants were gone, thrown carelessly into the shadows of the room. His shirt had been ripped open impatiently, most of the buttons lost to the darkness as well. He gasped in pain as he felt something cold and sharp being drug across his exposed chest. Ryo bit his lip to keep from crying out as he felt a tiny trickle of blood slip down his side.

His closed eyes saw greedy hands sliding over his naked body. He wanted to scream. He wanted to be saved. But he knew there was no one there to help him. He knew it would only make things worse. He felt the hands being replaced by a hot tongue, lapping and licking its way up his body. Tears started to well up in his eyes as Thomas bit savagely at his tender neck. Ryo could feel him smirking as he roughly pressed his lips against his own. The ever-hungry tongue shoved its way into his mouth, searching and ravaging as it went. Ryo summoned up all of his courage that he had left and bit down as hard as he could, earning him a vicious slap across the face.

"Why you little…. Fine. We'll play the hard way." Thomas spat out, the words dripping like acid on Ryo's ears. "Too bad. I was going to wait a few days before I broke that beautiful pride of yours but I think I'll do that right here, right now." Ryo felt the weight disappear for a moment and he struggled furiously towards the edge of the bed. "Oh no you don't." Thomas threw him back and rolled him over, shoving his face into the mattress.

Ryo screamed as the other man pushed inside him. Pain ripped through his body again and again as he pushed deeper and harder. Through the screams, Ryo could hear the laughter. That cruel, harsh laughter. It tore at his heart and mind, mocking him as it rang through the air and mixed with his screams. Tears gushed unbidden down his face. He could feel something warm and sticky running down his thighs. He knew it was blood and it made him cry even more. All he could do was scream and hope it would all be over soon.

After what seemed like hours of torture, Thomas was satisfied. He left Ryo alone and naked on the bed, locking the door as he walked out. With the last of his strength, he managed to get the rope untied and pull the stained, messy sheets over himself. Heart wrenching sobs racked his exhausted body. His mind was battered, his body bruised and weak. His throat was sore from screaming and his tears stung painfully as they flowed down his cheeks. But he was not broken yet. He remembered a tiny hope and he clung to it like life itself, even as he slipped into the blessed darkness of sleep.

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Morning found Ryo weak and sore. He rolled clumsily off the bed and hit the floor hard, nearly knocking the wind out of himself. He winced in pain as he crawled slowly around the room collecting his clothes, not even able to stand on his own yet. He found everything easily enough but getting them on was another matter. His pants and underwear were more or less alright, aside from being a little on the wrinkled side, but his shirt was a mess. Buttons missing, rips everywhere, and a large blood stain on the right side rendered the thing almost useless but he pulled it over his shoulders none the less.

A small groan spilled from his lips as he glanced down at his exposed chest. There was a long gash running almost down to his waist from the knife. Fortunately, it wasn't very deep and would heal fairly quick. Unfortunately, it hurt terribly. He thought about shredding his already tattered shirt and using it as a bandage but figured there wasn't much sense in doing so. He had a nagging feeling that Thomas would be back later for round two.

"Hope you slept well." Michael muttered as he walked in, carrying Ryo's breakfast. His face was grim as he put the food down. "I heard what happened. I'm sorry you had to go through that before I could get you out of here." He sat on the floor across from Ryo but couldn't really bring himself to look at the detective. "You've been out for almost two days, which is a good thing." He glanced quickly at the door and lowered his voice. "I got ahold of your friend. There's a big party for the boss tonight and only a few of us are staying here to watch the place. The plan is to get you out of here and set up a trap for the boss when he gets back."

"Great job, Michael." Ryo said as he shoveled food into his mouth. He could feel his energy and strength returning with every bite he took. "You're a good kid. Maybe when all this is over and sorted out you could come by the precinct and see what you can do. Who knows? You might get to be a cop like you always wanted and support your family the right way." The boy's eyes lit up and he grinned up at him.

"You really think so? Thanks." He glanced at his watch and sighed. "Well, looks like it's time to get going." He stood and walked behind Ryo, quickly retying his hands. Before he left, he placed a small knife in his hand, making sure he had a firm grip before letting go. "It's 4 pm now," he whispered. "The boss leaves at 6 and your friends are supposed to get here at 7. Use that to get rid of the rope and I'll get rid of the guard. Good luck." With that, he left, leaving Ryo smiling inwardly. That kid…I hope someday his family can be proud of him. He gave up his dream to save them and now he's risking his life for someone he barely knows. Makes you wish there were more people out there like him… He sighed and went to work, sawing slowly at the rope around his wrists.