Chapter 3

Till Death Do We Part

A gentle hand was placed over Mail's shoulder shaking him to wakefullness. He opened his eyes to see Astha looking tired. "My turn?" he asked the blond who nodded to him. Mail shifted off the single metal spring mattress and to the cement floor. Astha took his place on the bed to get sleep. They took turns watching over the other after their first four nights in their new "home." That had caused many nightmares to follow. In order to break their newest toys every member of the gang had come into the room three or six at a time to repeatedly rape the boys. Feliks screamed and tried to fight back with the help of Mail and Astha but they were over whelmed and either forced on the bed or the floor. Feliks was slammed so hard into the ground the first time he fell unconcoius. Astha was beaten along with Mail as their hair was pulled and the men roughly penetrated their bodies. After four days of this Feliks got quiet and more withdrawn. He just sat in a corner of the room and cried everyday. Mail just drew closer to the older blond for comfort, even if that comfort was short lived. Soon it became rutine for them to watch over the other.

After a month past they were told they had to work for their keep. The work they wanted them to do would make your stomach turn and your eyes water for these boys. They were forced to sell themselvs on the streets for money. It was very dangerous for three boys to be out at night. They could be killed or beaten but they had no where else to go. Mail learned a lot from the night. How to hide his gender for more costumers, how to pick out who was a cop and who was safe. He picked pockets and hacked ATMs as well as learning how to fight. But the one thing he learned while on the streets he learned from a woman who called herself PixieStyx. She told him to call her mom cause she'd take care of him. She liked them and gave them condoms as well as bandaged them up if they got hurt. What the small red head learned from her was how to escape and make the pain go away, if only for a little while.

It started with Cocaine, at the start of every day Pixie would get him two lines ready. Astha and Feliks soon joined him and did lines as well, but after two months of this Cocaine wasn't enough so she introduced them to Opium and alchol. Mail liked Whisky the best as it burned so good and he could get drunk enough to forget everything wrong about his life. This went on for two years. Two years of rape, of drug induced sleep, of alchole and pain. Mail was eight when he got his real first kiss. It was from his best friend and the only person who cared for him, Astha. The blond and he had been tripping pretty good on Opium when the 12 year old kissed his lips. It was a gentle and soft kiss that held so much care and love that Mail couldn't stop from opening his mouth and let their tongues danced together. "Astha... I think I love you," the young redhead said when they seperated for air. "I love you too Mail."

The same year he found love he also discovered the pain of death. A few weeks after Astha and he had shared their first kiss Feliks overdosed and died. Everyone knew it was a suicide, the redhead had been dead inside before he even stuck the needle full of Heroin into his arm. It was horrible but the loss hit Mail the most. He had been with the other redhead when he did it. Mail had watched as the young boy took up the needle and stuck it deep into his neck pushing the plunger down and shoot the deadly poison into his system. The effect was painful to watch. He started to laugh uncontrolably as his heart rate went up. Feliks' breathing became short gasping pants as he continued to laugh histaricly. His pupils were dilated as sweat poured from his skin from the high fever he was getting. After a few minutes he grabbed his head yelling that he could hear his brother's heart beating. "Can't you hear it? Mail I hear him!" He was trembling as he screamed even louder scraying him beyond all belief. Mail knew that he had to get the other help or else he would die but he wouldn't allow that. He begged Mail to stay with him, pleaded that he didn't want to be alone. He said his chest hurt so much from the feel of his heart pounding. Nausea wracked his body and the dry heaves gave way to vomiting of blood. Mail was crying as he held Feliks' shaking pale body while the other alternating between pain filled screams to hystarical laughter. It was truly a horrific scene to be sure. Soon the younger redhead started to fall asleep. Mail thought it was all over at last but his nightmare was just beginning. He moved them over to a corner making sure Feliks was comfortable before falling asleep with him. Feliks would never open his eyes again.

The blond had tried to comfort him as best he could but Mail was slowly spiraling into darkness. The light at the end of this dark tunnel was none other than Astha. He helped guid Mail through the shadows promissing a happy life together when they left. The happiness would never come for either as Death was cruel and took whom ever he wished. Mail seemed destined for sorrow and loneliness but as long as he had Astha his fall into the cruel abyss would slowly end. Astha promised that they would run away together. He had a plan that he was sure would work and he whispered it to Mail the night before they put it to practice. They would go out like every night and collect as much money as they could. Once they had a good amount they would simply run. "We'll put this whole city behind us Mail... We'll leave Spain and go where ever we wish and no one will be able to stop us. You and me Mail..." The blond kissed him deeply holding him close. "Just you and me against the world." Mail smiled as he kissed the older boy nodding with tears in his eyes. They would be free... free to do anything... no more pain, no more fear. All he needed was Astha and he would be happy.

The night came and they put the plan to action. Mail worked hard and hacked nine ATMs to get the money. He smiled as he pocketed the cash in his hands. The redhead ran to where he was to meet back up with Astha but when he got there the blond was being forced into a car. He made to go towards him and when he came into view he was grabbed and forced into the car as well. Both boys were then beaten as the car sped off down the street heading towards the warehouse distric. When the black car stopped they were tossed out and the blond moved quickly over to Mail who was shaking. Astha was grabbed by his hair as a gag was placed in his mouth as Mail was forced to the ground and several men held him. The redhead was screaming and trying to fight back but to no aveil. Were they going to die? What was going on? "Astha! Let him go! Now!" Mail cried as more men proseeced to beat and cut up the blond. He watched in horror as Astha, the boy he loved, was raped. one of the men pulled out a hammer and they held down the blond's hands as the man smashed each finger. The snapping of bones echoed loudly but not as loudly as Mail's screams. Next they pinned the youth while the same man took a wooden stick wrapped in razor wire and shoved it inside the blond's ass. He pulled it out and repeated the gesture as the others laughed and cheered. "This is for trying to escape. You'll never be able to run away once we're done with you two," the large man hold Mail hissed into his ear. Astha's screams were muffled by the gag. He wished he could just pass out from the pain but he couldn't and the worse part was that Mail was being forced to watch.

The rod was pushed in a final time but was not taken back out. Astha was crying as he tried to breath but with the gag it was hard if not impossible. Still they were not finished with the redhead's lover. The dragged him to a place on the floor right in Mail's line of sight and took a gutter spike plunging it straight through Astha's dick and balls into the floor. This was when the blond fainted with a muffled cry that made your blood run cold. Mail watched, helpless, as he men poured gasoline all over the boy laughing as the new wave of agony woke him. They dropped the match on his hair and laughed as the flames engulfed him. "Mail screamed and fought to free himself and with one swift kick to his capture's nuts he was released and with that he ran. He ran screaming for help and didn't stop until he was far away from the nightmarish hell of gone. He cried as he ran knocking int a police officer who yelled at him but when the cop saw the scars and cuts and bruises Mail was taken to the hospital. He cried the whole way unable to stop. Astha was gone... Feliks was gone... Mommy was gone... Mail Jeevas was all alone now and he feared the gang would find him to torture and kill him as well. Oh God please no... If there was a god he would save Mail and end his horrible life right then and there.