Ed had no idea how long he'd been gone by then. He wondered if anyone was searching for him yet, or if it'd been even longer than that. Either way, that wouldn't help him now. He'd been untied; he'd gone through his chase. Now, he was sitting down on the floor in a deserted, empty, incredibly dark room on the other side of the building. He could see his kidnapper standing above him, his eyes dark with desire, slowly inching towards in injured seventeen year old blonde.
With each step he took, Ed backed away, only to eventually hit a wall. He was caught. His eyes widened in fear as he saw a hand shoot forward in an attempt to grab him. He felt like a trapped animal. "No!" he cried, sending his hands in front of his face to block the man's touch. He grasped his wrist and pushed it back, only to feel the other hand grasp the bottom of his ponytail and give a hard pull. Ed gasped and his head shot backwards, his neck exposed, his chest heaving up and down in exhaustion.
Suddenly, his hair was released and he was shoved to the cold ground, landing hard on his back. He knew what was about to happen. As much as he wanted to fight it, he knew there was no way to stop it. Fighting back would just make it hurt that much worse. He tried to calm himself down, but he couldn't help lashing out as he felt the man's hands touching his body.
He let out another injured cry as his body was lifted and slammed into the ground again, a sharp sting shooting up his spine as it met the floor. Hands were pulling at his clothes again, forcing him on his hands and knees, and he couldn't do anything to prevent it. Sometimes he wished he would just kill him and get it over with. He didn't want to suffer like this.
He readied himself and tried to hold back the first scream, but it was a lot easier than it sounded. The pain hadn't lessened any more than the first time, and his voice rang throughout the room loud and clear, his fingers pressing hard against the cold ground underneath him. He screamed. He kept screaming after that, begging him to stop. The pain was so unbearable.
He could hear him panting in his ear and he just wanted it to stop. He just wanted it to be over. He let out one final, loud, pained scream and the man caught his breath above him, shaking as he pulled out and came on Ed's lower back. It was over. Ed finally lowered himself to the ground and let out a quiet, damaged sob, feeling his body begin to shake. He didn't know how much more of this he could handle.
"Clean yourself up," he heard his kidnapper say above him, "You're a mess."