Warning: Contains some heavy torture, and foul language, and mention of attempted sexual assault of boyxboy (first step leading to rape, but the rape itself didn't happen). Beta-read by SurelyBlue!

Disclaimer: still not mine, Beelzebub belongs to Tamura-sensei.

just to clear it out again, italic is thoughts and on some points stress signal for words.

Chapter 2: Fear

Furuichi woke up jerkily after being hit with cold water that drenched his upper body.

"Wha-?" he sputtered water from his mouth as he frantically looked around. He could feel that he was hanging from a rope, the binding of which was around his arms. His tugged hands had lost their color and his pulled muscles ached. Blood was trickling from the left side of his head, courtesy of the hit before that had knocked him out.

"How do you feel… what's your name again?" the guy from before stood in front of him, looking smug.

"…" gritting his teeth, Furuichi didn't answer the question. The pain from his hands was hardly bearable.

"When I ask a question, you answer, dumbass," the guy roughly pulled on the collar of Furuichi's uniform, wrenching his stretched arms, hurting them even more. Sweat rolled down Furuichi's pale, white face. The beads mixed with the blood on his temple.

"F-Furuichi." He answered as he jerked back to be free from being pulled any further.

"Now, was that so hard?" the guy snickered. This hanging idea isn't so bad… "Anyway, would you care to change your lies before?"

"I've told you, he's currently overseas," Furuichi answered, it's the truth, he's not even in this world.

"You really need some ass-whooping, huh?" the guy slapped Furuichi, hard, and Furuichi accidentally bit his tongue. A dribble of blood slipped out from the corner of his mouth as he cringed both from the pain on his tongue and from where the restraint moved.

"You're a devoted one, eh? Loyal and would do anything for that bastard. Guess you really are his best friend," he grinned as his two friends from before appeared. They all started to gang up on him. They kicked him, punched his guts and his face—Furuichi's nose bled and he could feel bruises coloring the rest of his face. Both of his hanging legs got hard kicks. If he had been standing still, they would have shattered his knees. Thankfully, he was not. Still, the kicks were hard and the rope moved around too much for his liking. Every time the rope moved, the pain doubled and Furuichi's threshold for pain on a scale of one to ten, was only on two, three at the most.

"Now, let's try this," the guy who hit him before grabbed a…whip?! You're kidding me right— Furuichi's inner monologue was cut off as the whip lashed against his back with a loud crack. The stinging burning sensation makes it clear that his uniform had been torn.

"How'd you like that, huh? Still thinking of covering for that demon friend of yours?" The one who seems like the leader shouted. His words were barely audible between Furuichi's screams as each lash marked his white, tender, skin. He tried stifling his screams by biting his lower lip, but after three lashes, he couldn't contain them. His cries and whimpers transformed into screams. His tears mixed in with his sweat and rolled down his drenched shirt, collecting with the rest of his perspiration.

Each blow made Furuichi's body tense more and he couldn't keep his restraints still. He felt his hands go numb, but that didn't even bother him as every lashing across his back felt hard enough to rip through his shirt and into tender skin. His body was not meant for fighting or enduring hardship.

After what seemed like forever of lashing here and there (it was only a few minutes) that ripped his uniform apart, a final kick to the gut was the last amount of pain along with the burning sensation on his back that Furuichi remembered before his consciousness faded along with his pain sensors.

"He passed out…" the one who swung a bat at Furuichi before stated.

"Oh well, cut the rope. Let him fall," at the order, the third opened his pocket knife then cut the rope in one swift movement—Furuichi's limp body fell to the ground, hard. At the sudden and rough contact with the ground, Furuichi woke up violently.

"Ah, nice of you to come back to us so soon," the leader showed a sickening smile.

This sicko… Furuichi only glared darkly at the guy in front of him. He quickly regained his composure and sat himself down. Lying down is too vulnerable and damn… it hurts my back.

He gasped. The sudden movement took his breath away and pain flared from every part of his body up to the gashes on his back. He could feel blood flowing out of some of them, but he couldn't care less because he had more pressing matter: to breathe. He put his tied hands on his chest as a way to ease the pain but it was to no avail. The act of breathing was aggravating his chest and his three captors only made soft snickers. When he finally regained control of his breathing, the leader spoke again.

"Done?" This time, Furuichi only nodded, feeling that talking might be too much for his condition.

"Good, do you plan to tell us where your friend is?" One of the other two looked down at him and nudged his head with his foot—a demand that Furuichi answered right away.

"He's in hell—" shortly as the words spilled from Furuichi's cracked lips, a flying foot connected with his head. He fell to his side roughly.

"You should really stop doing this, y'know?" The other one put his foot on Furuichi's right arm and smashed the slender limb, an alarming cracking sound followed.

"AAARGH!" Furuichi could see black spots when the pain hit his brain, a guttural scream was ripped from his throat. The pain was unbearable. His mind focused on the arm that felt weird and on his fast heartbeats. It was just too much too bear and he could hear the three of them saying Oga's name a couple of times before his vision grew dark for a longer time than the last one.

-0-

He woke up, still lying vulnerably on the cold floor of the abandoned warehouse. The pain had subsided but it was still hard to breathe or move around. There was no sign of those three jerks that had wounded him, so he glanced at the watch on his swollen right arm, it pointed to 3 o'clock. It's morning then. How long are they going to keep me here? Is there anything that could cut this troublesome rope? He looked around. Oh, lucky me! Dumped in a rundown building but no glasses shards at all, he thought sarcastically.

He tried to peek over his shoulder but could only catch a red line on his shoulder blade. Some of the wounds had closed, but they still damn hurt. His broken arm still throbbed and had swelled up, but there was nothing he could do so he tried his best to ignore it.

What should I do? The worst has come. I didn't' think this would happen while Oga's not around. He sighed, cursing his luck, but caught his breath instead. Dammit, did I crack a rib? Unfortunately, his gasps and whimpers didn't go unnoticed as the second guy, the one who was neither the leader nor the batter, approached him.

"Hey, shut up, we're trying to sleep here." He prodded Furuichi's hand and was surprised when he heard Furuichi's breathe hitch. "Wait, are you crying?"

He was not going to answer that, but the tears did run freely from his closed eyes. The guy prodded his injured arm and Furuichi caught his breath. Panicked, Furuichi could feel the pain triple all over his torso and his wrecked back when he suddenly pulled away from the touch.

"You're kind of cute like that," the guy put out his phone and went to the Camera App. He snapped Furuichi's pose with his tied hands covering his face and then quickly pulled the hands away and took some pictures of Furuichi's crying face, uncovered. The silverette tried his best to maintain his groans as the hands moved in a rough manner.

Is this guy sick? What the hell?! But no words came out from his mouth since he was still struggling to catch his breath, but oh boy, did he get another hindrance.

"Hmmph?!" two fingers were harshly shoved down his throat. The random movements gagged him and made him cough severely. Furuichi's saliva was dripping down the corner of his mouth and coating the rough fingers. He wanted to bite the fingers but they abruptly left his mouth as sudden as their entrance.

Furuichi open his eyes and immediately regretted it. The guy in front of him was holding his phone, panting hard, sweating, and smelling unexpectedly of lust. Oh god, NO! Furuichi was not stupid and he knew where this was going. He wriggled, moved, tried to crawl away but the guy held him down firmly before turning Furuichi over, scratching his back against the hard, cold concrete. Thank god, when the guy reached for his zipper, the leader yelled.

"Cut that out! That's too noisy and I'm sleeping here! Get over your fetish elsewhere and leave him the hell alone." The leader barked out the order. The guy clicked his tongue in return, but gave up and closed the lid of his phone. The departing figure retreated to wherever he had come from. A wave of relief hit Furuichi before he dozed off from exhaustion.

Yet, unbeknownst to him, the guy had sent the videos and photos to Furuichi's phone with the subject line: in case you need mementos. ; )

A/N: Okay, how's that? I hope it's satisfactory. And if you found some mistakes, please feel free to correct me (in a good manner way, no flame, please. constructive, yes. but insulting, please no.). Aaand this story is un-beta-ed, so, if any of you think this story needs to be beta-ed, please introduce yourself. I'm considering beta-reader, actually.

P.S.: thank you, Guest-san! I knew something's missing from the warning, and you just point it out! Thank you! and for some of the phrases, yeah... I know some of them seems kinda pushed, but well, I don't have any other phrases in mind. :) Anyway, thank you for the review! (hopefully you read it.)

Thank you! ^^