Chapter Four
Ed ran, his breaths coming in fast, ragged, pants. His legs burned and ached with each step he took, but even in this state he couldn't force himself to slow down. He couldn't stop running, not until he found a way out of this place. He didn't know where he was, what floor he was on, where these halls lead to. He didn't care, as long as they lead away from him.
He threw open door after door, hearing his aggressor always right behind him, seeing that they led to nowhere and moving on. There was nowhere to run. He didn't have a choice but to hide, so once that man was out of earshot he opened another door and ran inside. After running through the entire building, he was back where he started. The bedroom. He could see that silk sheet covering the large bed he'd woken up on. The now loose ropes that tied his hands together were strewn across the bed in no particular order.
Aside from that bed and a lamp in the far corner, there wasn't much else in the room. Too late to find somewhere to run now. The door opened violently behind him and he was roughly tackled to the bed. He desperately fought back, but he was no match for the much larger adult. He soon found himself with his hands pressed against his back, and he turned his head in defeat, unwilling to look at the stranger. Just hearing his heavy breathing above him was enough to make him feel like vomiting.
"Gotcha." He announced, "I have to say, thought, that I thought you'd be better prey. This is not good, Fullmetal." He taunted, leaning forward and letting his lips graze over the exposed skin on the blonde's neck. Ed, shocked and enraged, let out an infuriated scream and sent his leg up, hitting the man hard in the leg. It was ignored, though, and that leg was hoisted above his waist, drawing the two even closer. The kidnapper decided to use this to his advantage, and he lightly nibbled lower to the teen's collarbone.
Ed felt his face instantly flush at the sudden contact, and his pulse speed up. His body was betraying him. He didn't want this, but he was so unused to these sensations that the quiet gasp released from his lips was completely involuntary. "Stop," he pleaded once more.
He was ignored, and he couldn't fight back as he felt his hands being placed back in those restraints again. After that, the man stripped him. It took a long time, and Ed put up a fight, but it was done. Then he took off his own clothes. Grasping the blonde's legs before he could kick again, he wrapped them around his own waist and leaned forward so he was above the teenager.
"This is gonna be fun," he mused, "I've wanted to do this for quite a while, Fullmetal."
Then, without warning, Ed felt the adult suddenly enter him, and pain sear though his entire body. He'd never felt pain like this and he let out a loud shriek of disapproval, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip in pain. The man paid no attention to his cries and thrust into him again and again, each time harder and more painful than the last.
Ed writhed in pure agony underneath him, his throat burning from the constant, uncontrollable pain. He screamed until he felt tears run down his face, and the man only seemed to get more and more aroused as Ed's cries for him to stop grew more and more frantic, until with one last moan he was finished. He came inside the blonde, slowly pulling out.
He stayed on top of the alchemist for a couple seconds, listening to the broken gasps and sobs that came from his lips. "Now you see the rules of this game. This is what we'll do from now on." He said, "Trust me, you'll grow to like it."