Author's Notes: Thank you again everyone! =D

Words: 2,608

Warnings: Torture, Language, Rape..etc. Dark content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Karofsky couldn't believe it. He had finally acquired what had always dreamed about, but now that was in danger of being taken away form him. He loved pounding into that tight hole over and over, as the muscles clenched around his hard cock. He loved the feeling of Hummel's skin beneath him, it was unbelievably smooth, so much so that he could feel himself grow hard every time he touched it. He loved the feel of Kurt shuddering beneath him when he touched him in ways that only brought pleasure. He was obsessed with Kurt.

The cops had come by and asked questions. Apparently someone gave a description of him visiting Kurt. Karofsky assumed that the blonde hair boy had stepped forward. It was not matter, he would just have to get them off his tail.

When the police questioned him though, he shrugged and stated that he was just coming to apologize to Kurt. Nothing more. Karofsky was shocked that it took them that long to search for Kurt. The police searched the house, and found nothing. Of course they wouldn't, they were so foolish, they didn't know about the cellar and they never would. It was too well hidden, and they figured that if Karofsky had done something, there would be evidence in either the house or the school.

The police then questioned his parents asking if their son had been acting differently. Both of his parents looked at each other and then answered that since Kurt had left, their son had returned to normal. He went out with friends, played sports and did well in his studies like any normal high school student. Karofsky smirked at this. They had no idea that usually when he said he was going out with Aizmo and the guys, he was with Kurt. Normally he would either drive his car a few blocks away into an ally and walk back, or pretend to wait outside for Aizmo and then head over to see Kurt. His parents didn't care. They hardly paid attention to him anyway. His parents got angry, however, when police continually probed them with the same questions over and over.

After a few visits to the stations for questions, some surveillance, and a few searches through the house later, Karofsky was taken off the person of interest list. He was sure that his father had also paid them a hefty sum and some blackmail to get them off his tail. Good thing his dad is a well know and respected lawyer.

The Gleek club, though, didn't seem to believe his innocence. He caught them glaring at him every time he passed them in the hall. He was even cornered in the locker room by Hudson, Wheels, Asianboywonder, Trouty Mouth and Puckerman, threatening him. Later that day he was cornered by Santana, threatening to make his regret his existence if he had hurt Kurt. Dave was more scared of her than the boys, he knew that Santana's methods of revenge were plain evil. He didn't care. He just looking forward to spending some more time with Kurt. His parents had stated that they were going on a trip and would be gone for a week. Karofsky had plans to bring Kurt into the house for that week, so that way he would not to have to travel outside to be with his toy. He would tie him to his bed and have his way, even get to shower with the him. He was looking forward to it.

After his parents left, Karofsky waited until dark and headed outside. He opened the lock and unfastened the chains. He walked in and down the stairs. He had to admit, he did not care much for the smell. He had left a bucket for Kurt to do his business in. He would then take it outside and bury it in a deep hole when it was halfway full. Lately though, he had not been able to do that as much with the police on his tail. His visits had been cut short to a quick fuck, some quick bathing if he had time, shove some food at Kurt and then leave. There were a few days that he was unable to get down because he had a feeling he was being followed. He left Kurt some chips, water and crackers to last him a few days. He then got a longer rope so that Kurt could at least use the bathroom.

He would have to make up for lost time this weekend. Karofsky was enjoying the fact though that, lately, Kurt had become come complacent, fighting less and less. Karofsky knew that lying to Kurt about everyone giving up along with the punishments had done the trick. Although Karofsky got more turned on the more Kurt fought.

Karofsky walked downstairs after re-chaining the door. He had already moved the toys upstairs. He turned on the light-bulb and looked down, seeing Kurt snuggled under the cover on the mattress, his mouth was opened slightly. Karofsky sat on the mattress and leaned over. He kissed slowly, soaking in the wonder of the kiss, and stuck his tongue in. Kurt moaned and kissed back in response. Karofosky began to kiss down his jaw to his neck. He bit down and sucked a bit.

"Blaine."

Karofsky was now angry. He was going to make Kurt forget about that stupid prep boy. He pulled the blanket off and sat on top of Kurt's leg. Kurt's eyes snapped open. Karofsky pulled out his pocket knife and began to carve into Kurt's stomach. Kurt shrieked in pain. Karofsky ignored his screams and kept carving until he was done. He looked at his work satisfied as the blood oozed from the wounds.

"MINE"

He used his tongue and licked what he had just carved, loving the salty, iron tinged taste of Kurt's blood. He then looked at the DK and scratched at it a bit with the knife until it was unreadable. He had to cover his tracks a little in case something happened that Kurt was found. He threw aside the knife for now and unzipped his fly, pulling himself out. He moved down and spread open Kurt's legs. Kurt tried to kick but Karofsky gripped his legs and plunged in without any preparation. Kurt began to screamed. When Karofsky finally came, he felt satisfied. He knew he had made his point.

He curled up next to Kurt's shaking form and feel asleep.

He awoke to warmth, his body curled around Kurt. Karofsky didn't know how long he had slept but knew it was time to move Kurt. He checked to make sure the wounds had stopped bleeding first before he unchained the door. He picked the sleeping Kurt up bridal style and carried him out, kicking the door closed and balanced Kurt as he locked it. He was glad it was pitch dark out still, no one could see him or Kurt. He unlocked the backdoor of the house, and locked it again behind him and moved upstairs quickly. Karofsky kicked off his shoes and moved to the shower, placing Kurt inside the tub part. He undressed quickly, looking forward to showering with Kurt. Karofsky turned the water on icy cold first to wake up Kurt, who jumped.

"Morning, time for a shower sweetheart." He changed the water to warm and hopped inside with Kurt, he helped Kurt to his feet, then pinned him against the wall. He began to attack Kurt's neck again.

"Tell me you what you want" Karofsky demanded as he one of his free hands started to stroke Kurt. Kurt groaned and whined. Karofsky bit a little bit harder, causing Kurt to cry out a bit.

"You don't want to be punished again do you?" Kurt shook his head and finally answered in a small voice.

"I want you to fuck me, hard over and over." And Karofsky did just that. After he finished a round in the shower, he used soap and cleaned Kurt up. He sprayed around letting all the residue of their deed move down the drain. He then moved Kurt to the bed after they dried off, deciding that he wanted more. He could not get enough of Kurt. He was kissing the inner part of Kurt's thighs, loving the smoothness.

"Tell me..that you love me. That you want me to always make love to you." Karofsky said between kisses. He moved to Kurt's cock and licked the tip. Kurt gasped.

"No!"

"Should I go grab the whip? Or maybe that dildo? Or how about the knife?" Karofsky asked as he continued in between licks. Kurt shook his head and closed his eyes.

"I love you Dave, and I want you to make love to me always." Tears were running freely down Kurt's cheeks. Dave leaned up and licked them away.

"That's better. Now let's try fucking while sitting on the edge of the bed." Kurt nodded, moving up off the bed and to where Karofsky was now sitting. He lowered himself slowly onto Karofsky's cock.

Hours later, Karofsky was pleased to say the least. More than that, he was thrilled. After a good few rounds of fucking, Kurt had fallen asleep curled up into Karofsky's neck, resting his head in the crook. Karofsky loved feeling the softness of his hair against his chin. He had finally broken Kurt completely.

The week was moving by quickly. Kurt was having to be tied down and punished less, though Karofsky still tied him to the bed when he left for school and threatened to kill him if he made a noise. Aizmo had been bugging him, inviting himself to come over and party while his parents were out. Karofsky made the lame excuse that if his parents found out, even in the slightest, he would be grounded and be sent off to boarding school. When Aizmo tried to protest further, calling Karofsky a loser, Karofsky told him that he would accidentally leak his little problem of being able to control himself in school to Jewfro. Aizmo shut up after. That same day, he got cornered by Puckerman, Finn and Troutymouth and received a black-eye.

Karofsky realized that he needed to get the suspicion off him for awhile, even if it meant killing Kurt. He knew Kurt was getting close to being too broken for fun. He was just give him a bath and clean him up a bit. Then leave him somewhere in a forest dead while he cleaned up all the evidence. He would even steal some sperm from the sperm bank and plant it inside Kurt.

Again, it was way to easy.

Stealing the sperm would be the difficult part but not that difficult. Since his little expulsion, he had been forced to do community service by his parents. The only place that needed people was the sperm bank. His parents said it would be perfect to build character and respect. He would sometimes volunteer every couple of weeks for a few hours. His parents had backed off slightly stating that Karofsky needed to focus on schoolwork. He had to go back tomorrow, his parents had stated that they wanted him to at least spend one day there while they were out. He would steal it then.

The next day, Karofsky returned to the sperm bank. He was greeted by the people as usual. He was glad they were understaffed today. His job was the nastiest of them all. Clean the rooms and collect the sperm. Fortunately though, his job gave him access to the facility. He waited until the people when in, grabbed gloves and then checked their pants for a pocket knife. He would use that as the weapon. No such luck. About midday, he finally hit the jackpot. He waited until someone went room. Karofsky searched the pants that had been left outside. He grinned when he found a pocket knife. He put in a plastic bag and put it in his backpack quickly in the storage room. He grabbed a cup off one of the shelves in the storage room and went into the bathroom. He took off the gloves and unzipped his pants. He jerked himself, thinking of Kurt, naked, covered in his cum, looking at him with that glazed look he always gave, his eyes had lost their luster. He exploded into the cup. He cleaned up around the edges and went back out. He grabbed a pen out of his pocket and put an x on his cup, grabbing more glove as he went. He knocked on the door of the his target room, glad that those pants were still outside stating he was still there.

"Just a minute."

A man who looked to be about 40 cracked the door.

"I have the sperm, here." He handed him the cup. "Can you hand me my pants?" Karofsky handed him his pants, and the door was shut quickly. Karofsky grinned, and ripped the label off, sticking it on his cup. He tucked away into the back, putting the sperm he had into a tiny iced cooler inside his bag.

Perfect.

He took his sperm out to the counter.

"That's good Dave. That's the last one for the day for you. You are done. I will let your parents know." Dave nodded, grabbed his bag and left, anxious to get home.

He threw his bag down when he got home and went upstairs. Kurt was on the bed, looking emptily up at the ceiling.

He waited until dark to finish the deed.

Karfosky moved to the bathroom and filled the tub. He then untied Kurt and led him in. Karofsky used gloves and cleaned Kurt who was for the most part unresponsive. When he was done, he dried Kurt with a new cheap towel he just bought. He wrapped him in it and moved him downstairs to his car.

From there Karofsky drove to the middle of nowhere to some woods. He pulled over. Kurt had not made a sound that whole time. Karofsky made sure he didn't see any cars. He grabbed his bag, grabbed new gloves from an open bag in the back, then unloaded Kurt. He was so glad that he had watched a lot of crime shows before he did this. He walked into a deeper part of the woods. He would burn his shoes along with everything else in an abandoned dumpster later.

When he reached a spot that he thought would be good, he sat Hummel down leaning against a tree. He opened his bag and grabbed rope to tie him to the tree. He also got out the cooler, the knife and grabbed a nearby stick. Karofsky took the rope and tied Kurt's hands behind the tree trunk. He then took the stick and covered it in the sperm, and shoved it into Kurt.

Kurt winced in pain. Karofsky did this a few more times and then set the stick by Kurt. He then took out the knife. Kurt struggled know knowing what was going to happen. His eyes grew eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Well this has been fun, but now it's over. You were a good whore while it lasted. Remember you will always be mine." Kurt's eyes grew wider in fear, but Karofsky didn't waste anytime, he moved to the side a little so the blood would not get on him, and plunged it into Kurt' s stomach above the carving.

Kurt screamed, writhing in pain.

Blood spilled trickled out, gushing from around the wound.

Then silence.

Karofsky walked away feeling satisfied.