OMG! I'm sorry this has been so long! I finished school, with a crap mark, didn't make it into uni, and have just been working part time, I have no excuse, other than totally angsting about doing nothing with my life, but yeah, I really am sorry, so I hope you like this chapter, and I really hope that it won't be so large a gap between posts! Thank you all so much for reviewing and adding me to favourites and alerts!

WARNING: This chapter is STRONG M, there is swearing and non/con or dub/con, not really sure, but you have been warned!

Kiba POV

I don't raise my head. I don't want to see the looks on their faces. Neither our captors nor my pack's. If I see that sly human's sneer again I will lash out, attempt to sink fangs into a tender throat, and as much as I wish to take down these foul creatures in front of us, I don't want my pack shot, or wounded in any fashion. Though I don't fit into their tight knit group, they're here because of me; because of my quest, and because I wasn't able to protect them. If I see anyone in my pack looking shocked, I'd feel insulted when I shouldn't. Looking concerned, I'd falter, which just isn't me. Looking grateful and I'd regret doing this, but I must.

I walk around Tsume's tall frame and head towards the strong black bars. The mount holding the bars in place slides open slightly, only just enough to enable me to manoeuvre myself out. I can still feel multiple pairs of eyes focused on me. I shift awkwardly and pull the bomber jacket tighter around myself.

"We need to do something about those clothes, boss" one of guards states, I tilt my head slightly so that in the corner of my eye I can see that the man who spoke's gun is aimed at Toboe. Quickly I stare down at my shoes again, willing myself to remain calm, reminding myself that Toboe will be fine as long as I do what they say, all of them will be fine. Just do what they say.

"You're right Tay." The blonde replies, moving so that he stood right in my personal space. "All you got to do is think about it wolf-boy, I want you in pants similar to your tall friend over there and nothing else, now" the last word is snapped in my ear and I bare my teeth. With that simple reflex a gun goes off. The bang and the sudden shout of pain has me whirling around quickly. My mouth falls open at the sight of Tsume down on one knee, hands over his thigh, a grimace gracing his features. The hair on the back of my neck raises as anger boils within me. "Settle down, or the next one is in his head".

Closing my eyes, I focus on my human body. The now familiar bomber jacket and loose shirt vanish. Cool air hits my previously covered skin. My shoes melt away quickly and the worn comfortable denim becomes smooth and black. Tight around my hips while looser around my legs, the leather version of my jeans. Ignoring everything around me I turn to the bulky blonde. After all, he's the one that has to be happy; he's the one controlling the guns aimed at my pack. Yet again I have to reign in the urge to tear flesh from bone

"Perfect. Its go time" is murmured against my neck. I shudder. "Kai, stay behind and keep your two-way on" With that his large clammy hand is rested against my bare shoulder and pushes me forwards. We walk along the corridor, passing twelve other cells. The low fluorescent bulbs show that each cell is like our own, except for single cots instead of bunk beds. We reach the end of the cellblocks and walk up a metal flight of stairs. We pause at the top so that the door could be unlocked. I stare at the light switches. There's a switch for each cell and one for the hallway. Only the hallway switch and one with a peeling label stating 'cell 11' were on. The door clicks and swings open.

We enter another corridor though this one's cement walls were covered in rich coloured fabrics and old tapestries portraying humans in suggestive positions. The air is smoky and the smell has gotten much stronger. I'm led to a deep red tapestry with two men stitched in gold; one of the men is straddling the other. I frown. Humans are weird creatures.

The tapestry is lifted up, revealing a large reinforced steal door, similar to the one we just passed through. I'm shoved none too gently inside, followed by the blonde, while some of the guards walk away and the rest stay by the door. The small room has a concrete floor, walls and ceiling, is window less, has a small wardrobe, and a table covered in weird devices, food and bottles of alcohol. A large bed is in the corner. Yet again the walls have deep coloured drapes attempting to cover the cold, grey concrete walls, plush intricate rugs have been placed in various parts of floor, and the blankets and cushions on the bed are all very elaborate.

A man emerges from behind a rich orange drape. He's only slightly taller than myself, has very neatly styled hair, gaunt features and is wearing nothing but a bathrobe. Slowly, the man steps toward me with a slight smile on his face. He proceeds to walk around me, inspecting my naked torso and nodding appreciatively.

"Quite a catch you got me, I'm sure he'll be my moneys worth." He says as he comes back to stand in front of me.

"Well I'll leave you two to get better acquainted then." The blonde said, chuckling. After a snap of his fingers, he and his cronies exit the room, locking the door behind them. The man's smile vanishes.

"Now you are to co-operate and do as I say, got it?" He takes a step forward. I stand my ground and nod, hoping what he asks won't be too horrific. He smells as though he's been drenched in something sickeningly sweet and I almost gag. I keep my mind on the pack and that doing this will keep them safe. I won't screw up again.

"Stand by the bed. NOW." He barks. I move over to the bed, trying not to think of my lack of dignity by being ordered around. The robed man strides over to the table, picks up one of the bottles containing alcohol and takes a few long swigs, gulping it down as if it were water in a desert. He slams it back down so that the liquid sloshes onto the table than looks at me with violent hunger in his eyes.

"Take those off." He slurs, gesturing to my constricting pants. I unzip the fly and slowly, unwillingly begin sliding them down my hips, gritting my teeth from the humiliation of being slave to a human. The man walks over to stand in front of me, studying my exposed body, and not noticing how the pants vanish now that I'm no longer touching them. The alcohol on his breath assaults my sensitive nose, making me cringe. He leans forward, mouth next to my ear and whispers "turn around", his voice dripping with malice.

Hesitantly I turn so I face the wall. I hear the rustle of cloth as his bathrobe is dropped to the floor. Trying not to think of what the now naked man is going to do next, I stare at the wall wishing hopelessly that it will just open up so I can get the fuck out of here.

Suddenly he grasps my hair and yanks my head back. Pain shoots down my spine at having my neck jarred. He then proceeds to ravish my collar bone as his hands roam roughly along my chest. Spinning me around the man grabs my shoulders with an iron grip and pushes down.

"On your knees, whore."

I suppress the urge to run and lower myself so that I'm kneeling between his legs. I turn my head away from the strong, musky odour of his cock. He begins to stroke himself inches from my face. He stops and places his hand on the back of my head.

"Suck, pretty boy." The man says as he thrusts his hips forward. I shut my mouth to prevent the entry of the intruding body part. I feel a slap across my face and my eyes begin to water.

"What did I tell you!? Do as I say!" He shouts angrily, forcing his dick into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat so I gag.

"What, you've never sucked cock before??" He asks, his hand resuming its position on the back of my head. I don't answer.

"Are you mute? No on second thought I prefer it that way, I don't want to hear you squealing. Now SUCK." Again, the man's dick unwelcomely enters my mouth and he grunts in satisfaction. The taste is even worse than the smell and can only be described as putrid. He thrusts in and out a few more times and then pulls out, letting go of my head. I fall to the floor panting. Before I can catch my breath I'm shoved roughly onto the bed. The man reaches for something on the table and strides over to me. How anyone could see this guy as a respected businessman is a mystery. Sure he was handsome, but his figure was so muscular that he looked to be hyped up on steroids. Not to mention the smell; the overly sweet smell of a little earlier had been replaced by the scent of his putrid sweat. The human grabs my hands with one of his and with the other, ties them to the bars of the bed.

"I don't want you moving around too much while I fuck you now do I?"

What a sick bastard. He also has me on my back, meaning I have to look at him while he's—no, no don't think about that….

At snail pace, the man makes his way down my body, moving so he's straddling my hips. I stare up at him in disgust. I'm rewarded with another smack to the face. I taste the blood in my mouth and focus on it. I'll get more of it when I tear everyone in this place to pieces. Starting with the low life above me, then the ugly blonde man –

I cry out.

He's asleep now. Face down thankfully; I don't want to see it again until I'm able to remove it completely. I'm bruised and sore in places I've never felt before. My arms ache, still cuffed to the bed. Deep breathes. I'm practically vibrating while trying to hold in the pure fury. Fucking humans! Filth.

A metallic whine is heard as the door I entered from opens. The blonde man enters slowly. When he takes in the scene he sneers, before sauntering over. I glare up at him, grinding my teeth. His beady eyes sweep over the passed out man, and then me. I realise that we're both still naked. With the slightest tingle my usual attire appears again.

"You did good, never seen him worn out this early in the evening" He states as he produces a small key, removing the cuffs. I try to ignore him and his statement as I rub my cramped shoulders and raw strip around my wrists. "Come on" I'm shoved towards the door. I don't argue, or snarl, or look anything but emotionless. But I'm seething.

Some of the guards from earlier join us as I'm lead to a huge bathroom. There are five bathtubs spread throughout the large room, each tub able to fit ten people comfortably. Scented bottles line every available surface, and a shelf with warm towels, also scented. My sensitive nose twitches, agitated with it all.

"Hurry this up, aye" The blonde growls.

I try my hardest, I do. Using several of the bottles, being quick but thorough, I try to clean myself of his touch, of his smell, of his mere memory. Yet somehow, I don't think this will ever leave me.