Chapter Three

(Look, it's a longer chapter! I knew I could do it!)

Ed's eyes slowly fluttered open, struggling to focus in the dark. He could feel satin sheets under him, and the soft padding of a mattress. He didn't know where he was. His mind couldn't recognize this place. He moaned, feeling groggy from something. His head was killing him. Suddenly, everything came back to him. That morning. The event with the chloroform. He didn't know how long ago that was, but he did know that he didn't remember anything up until then.

He tried to move, only to realize that his hands were bound to the edges of the bed. That was when he really started to get nervous. He released a breath, pulling against the ties only to have them remain as unyielding as they'd been to begin with. It was useless. He let out a frustrated scream, lifting his leg up and kicking the bed underneath him in frustration. Right after that, a light turned on overhead, but it was dim. At least there was enough luminosity to see a few feet ahead of himself.

A man crossed the room, and he listened to the even, steady sound of his footsteps on the wooden floor. He couldn't quite see him yet, but he listened to those footsteps. "Who are you?" he demanded, "Did you bring me here?"

A brief, self-satisfied laugh came from the man as he stopped beside the seventeen year old, "Yes, I did." He replied, "And I did a nice job, too."

"Look, I don't know what you think you're up to, but maybe you should just let me go."

That same laugh again. Ed still couldn't see how this was somehow amusing to him, and he furrowed his brow as he listened to what the man had in reply, "I don't think so, love. You're mine now."

Ed returned that smug laugh of his with one of thick sarcasm, his confidence unfaltering, "Actually, I don't think so. Dosing people with chloroform doesn't exactly make them want to befriend you. It's not exactly a polite thing to-"

He stopped talking and caught his breath as he felt a hand travel up his leg and rest on his thigh. The man above him took this as a sign of defeat, and he placed his other hand on the zipper of Ed's pants. The blonde instinctively shifted himself to the side away from him. "No." he insisted, "You're not touching me."

"Is that a hint of fear in your voice, Fullmetal?"

Ed swallowed, ignoring the comment. He honestly didn't know what to say back to that. He never was a good liar. "Just let me go." He finally replied.

"I'll take your silence as a yes."

"No!"

The man smirked, clearly proud of himself as he leaned forward and let a hand rest on one of the ties that kept the young alchemist stuck to the bed. "You know what?" he asked, "I'll untie you. But I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this because I like to watch my victims struggle a little."

To Be Continued…lolz