A/N: enjoy :D
Chapter 5:
I opened my eyes to total blackness. My head was throbbing in pain.
I started panicking when I couldn't move my arms or legs and my mouth was bound shut.
I wiggled around; the floor beneath me was cold. It was probably cement or some sort of tile.
"Hey looks like he's waking up," I faced my head in the direction the voice was coming from.
I was starting to remember what had happened. How some sick fuck came into my house and knocked me unconscious, the odds were extremely high that he took me with him when he left.
I tried to crawl away but my arms were tied behind my back, I could barely move.
I winced in pain as they ripped the tape off my lips.
"HELP!" I screamed spontaneously, "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
Whoever else was in the room started laughing. There were several people by the sounds of it, somewhere around three to five.
"No one's gonna hear you kid," his voice didn't sound familiar, "it's just us here."
"What do you want?" I pleaded.
"Well you see kitten, we already got that." That was the asshole who took me.
"Fuck you! If you already have it then let me go."
I could hear them all chuckling.
"That's a feisty one there," it sounded like this guy had something in his mouth.
"Yeah, we're gonna have to do a lot of work to get this one to behave." How dare they call me wild after kidnapping me, I had every right to be mad.
I quivered as I heard footsteps coming in my direction. My sight returned to me as the brunette man pulled off a blindfold. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light but as soon as my eyes were accustomed to the dark room I could make out four men; there was the psycho who took me, and three of his cronies I guessed.
A man with a cigarette in between his teeth came over to the brown haired male. That must have been the one the one with something in his mouth.
"Aye that's a real nice face he has there," He got down on one knee and helped me up to mine. He leveled our heads a bit as he stroked my hair like a dog, "boss sure knows how to pick em." He laughed before blowing a cloud of smoke in my face. I wanted to cram that cancer stick down his throat.
The leader so to speak knocked the smoker away as he took his place in front of me. I sat with my legs tied to my side.
"Where am I?" I hissed.
"Now now, we must learn how to beg first."
"Fuck you!" They all chuckled again.
He cupped his hand under my chin, "then I guess we'll have to teach you a lesson," he looked back at the man smoking, "if you would."
He leered as he took his cigarette out of his mouth, "come on, just beg."
"Fuck that!"
It looked like I gave him the reaction he really wanted. He chortled as he pressed the cherry of the cigarette onto my shoulder. The warehouse was silent for a moment as I screamed from pain. He pushed the end of the cigarette harder as a tear rolled out my eye.
"S-stop!"
"What's the magic word?"
"Please stop!"
He grinded it into my skin before taking it off, "looks like I'm gonna need a light."
Every seemed amused as they looked at my burn flesh.
I trembled intimidated as the brown haired mad took his fingers in my hair, stroking it like the other had. He then gripped tightly to my curls and shook my head around, my body following with his hand like a rag doll. He let my face hit the floor as he let go.
"I don't think he realizes how lucky he is to have us as company boys," I tensed as the one who had been smoking threw his dead cigarette butt at me. "Maybe we should show him."
I squirmed on the floor, rolling on my back to see.
"Look at how eager he is already."
I watched as the brunette took his shirt and lifted his arms pulling it over his head. He had a swastika tattoo covering the entirety of his chest. He dropped his shirt to the floor and slicked his hair back with his hand, it seemed to be a habit of his.
I must have made a revolted face, "what don't you like my tattoo?"
He paced around me, circling my body as it lay on the floor.
"You know I got it for a reason," he started, "a long time ago there was this thing called the holocaust, although I'm sure you know all about it." How much about me did this guy know? "Although obviously, I wasn't around during that time, that was around 70 years ago, I'm only 22 you know." He stopped pacing to grin at me before walking again, "as I was saying, my grandfather was a live at that time, he was a nazi. I grew up listening to his stories of the war, and you know what happened to him? One day while he was letting me in on an exceptionally gruesome story he was shot. I was 7, do you know what it's like to be 7 years old and to watch your great grandfathers brain come out of his head?" he frowned slightly, "you wanna know the worst part? When they found out the guy that did it was jewish they let him go, his cousin or something had been in the holocaust and he took out their death on my great grandfather. I hadn't jews before then but that just made me want to finish them all off. You however," he stopped again and leaned above me, "now now, don't look so afraid. I want to keep you alive, but I have something I want to show you." He gestured his arm up, "turn on the big lights."
A switch sounded and the warehouse was flooded with bright light, it's darkness was gone, allowing me to see everything inside it.
I wasn't pleased with the view as I stared at glass cages crammed with people. Each of their faces looked helpless and robotic.
"So I have this friend, well I guess he's more my boss, but he really got me into this recently and he tells me that you," he points his finger, "we're his inspiration."
"What are you going to do with these people?" I inquired.
He put his foot beneath my back and gently kicked me over onto my chest. His thin fingers me up. He pushes me forward continuously until I run into a table. His left hand takes the back of my head and pushes me forward so that I'm leaning against it on my stomach. His right hand reaches for my zipper, this fucker wasn't really considering that was he?
"N-no! Stop!" I shrieked trying to worm myself fee.
"Don't worry," I listen to his own zipper being brought down after mine "I'm gonna make sure it hurts real good."
This was terrifying, he was too strong for me to fight him off.
His hands took the waistline of my pants and pulled them down my thighs, followed by my boxers.
"That's a nice ass you have here, kitten."
My body tremored as my pleas were ignored.
"Please, just let me go, I won't tell anybody, I won't call the police."
"What would you be calling them with anyway?" I heard him catch something. I shivered as he dropped my completely destroyed phone on the table for me to see.
"No way," I whispered in fear.
"I'm gonna enjoy this."
He was moving his hands along my body before they were both taken off at the same time and a loud crash erupted.
"Get the fuck away from Kahl!"
That was Cartman's voice! Cartman was here to save me.
"Only I can hurt this fucking jew!" he continued. Okay not the sweetest thing to say but I'd take it, as long as he got me out of here.
"Cartman! I'm so glad you're here, I want to go home. Can you untie me? I can't move."
"Obviously you can't move, that's typically the point of tying someone up in the first place."
I listen to his footsteps behind me.
"Whatever, just hurry and untie me so we can leave."
"Kahl do you even realize the position I'm in? I mean seriouslah why the fuck would I want to leave?"
It all made sense now.
"Cartman, how did you find me?"
I wanted to hear him tell me that he saw me be kidnapped or one of his stupid hero cliché speeches.
"Kahl, I thought you would have figured this a while ago, I'm the one who ordered you be brought here," he snickers sadistically, "you see even after I captured all of these jews it just wasn't enough without you Kahl, you are like the diamond in an ocean of mud."
"Cartman you got me, I'm scared, so please just let me go. This isn't funny."
"I didn't realize I was joking, I'm pretty fucking sure I'm dead serious."
I quiver the moment he puts his hand on me and runs it along my thigh.
"I feel like a fucking king Kahl. If only you could see how weak and pathetic you look right now, it's enough to give me a hard on right here."
That bastard.
"I'll fucking kill you fatass!"
"I really don't think you're in the position to be making any sort of threats."
His fingers eloped along my skin.
"I've gone through too much trouble to let you go now. This is my utopia here, my underground holocaust. I've been hunting jews and taking them here the past few weeks. Tell me Kahl, do you know the difference between charcoal and jews?"
He slams his hands into the table on both of my sides.
"Answer me Kahl!"
"No I don't know."
"No Cartman I don't know," he corrects me.
"No C-Cartman I don't know," I repeat after him.
"Well then I'll tell you, the difference between them is when you put charcoal in the oven it burns fast but a jew burns fucking slow. The only way to tell they're finished is as soon as the screaming stop."
"You're sick."
"Am I? I think of it more as doing the world a favor." He takes his hand gripping onto my hair and rocking my head back, "Let me give you an example."
A flame erupts in the cages, engulfing the people inside. I screamed with them as they fried in front of me. Bodies collapsing in their cells. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I cried for them all, not just because those were my people but that was just sick.
My nose stung from the awful, acid-like odor emitting.
"Don't be too sad," he lets go of my red curls, making my face hit into the table. "There are plenty more."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because of you, Kahl." He leaned his body over mine, taking his tongue over the burn on my shoulder. "And speaking of you, it seems like you've been misbehaving, however; only I am aloud to punish Kahl! Am I clear?" He hollered, "when he is bad I will see to his fucking punishment!"
"Why me?" I quiver.
"Huh?" He must have forgotten what he had been saying. "Oh right, Kahl you are a very terrible person and you're so fucking stupid behind your good grades. Do you know how hard I studied to get my mid-term grade only to have you call me a cheater?"
"Is that what this is about? I'm sorry."
"This is what I mean by stupid. It's about so much fucking more, but that's for another time. I hate you so much Kahl, seeing you like this is too much for me, I just want to make you scream."
His hands slid off the table. It was entirely silent for brief time period prior to a slick pumping. Fuck, was he preparing himself?
"Stay still Kahl, I was nice enough to get this lube for you."
"Cartman this is wrong!"
"Wrong? Just what is it that makes it wrong? Because we're both guys? Or is it because you'd rather be butt fucking Kenny?"
His now moist hands place themselves on my hips, holding me steady. I scream dryly without making a sound as he slams into me. It felt like my muscles tore.
"You're fucking tight Kahl." I could feel everyone's eyes on me as they watched Cartman rape me. My body sliding against the table with each thrust, his groans of pleasure making me sick. My vision blurred as my eyes filled with tears. I closed them tightly, praying that when I opened them again this would have all just been a fucked up dream.
I was on the floor the next time I opened my eyes, I must have fainted. I could feel Cartman's warm seed and my blood seeping out of me, making my stomach churn.
Somebody had pulled my underwear and pants back up.
"You sure know how to give someone a good time jew," my eyes flickered up to Cartman. This was the first time I had actually seen him face to face since I was kidnapped. Now I was able to clearly make out his nazi uniform.
He reached to his thigh, pulling out a jagged dagger from its holster and brought it to my face.
"Promise to be good now?" He laughed as he placed his free hand on my forehead and made me nod. I shivered as he brought the knife down and cut the ropes off my body. As soon as I was no longer restrained I swung my arms up, hitting into Cartman and knocking him off balance. I hopped to my feet and ran, elbowing into a man with 5 o'clock shadow. My eyes dart around before I catch sight of a door. I crash into it. My hands trembling as I shake the knob. I stood there shaking the locked door knob, hoping it would magically open at some point, for who knows how long.
The men at first amused, grew bored of my futile wishes and I was pried off.
"That wasn't being a good boy, kitten," it was the brunette. I flung around viciously aiming for whatever I could hit when he took me from the door. He easily caught both my arms.
"Let me go!"
I directed my face to the ground, giving up on my struggles. He dropped my arms, letting me hold myself in fear.
Cartman strolled over to me, cupping my cheeks in both of his hands to look at him.
"Kahl, you need to behave unless you want to be punished."
"Fuck you Cartman!" I literally spat in his face.
He stared a bit stunned while he took out a handkerchief and wiped my spit off his cheek.
He handed the rag to the guy with the stubble "Jeff," Eric ordered for him to take it.
"Kahl, you really just don't get it," his voice was icy.
I immediately fell to the floor again after he punched my eye with his fist.
"Hold him down."
They were too quick for me to even refuse. My wrist were held out in place by the brunette and smoker. Jeff stuffed a rag into my mouth, silencing me, before holding my shoulders down. The last goon, who had hair over one of his eyes, sat on my legs.
Cartman took his place above my hips, lifting himself slightly so as not to entirely suffocate me.
He removed his dagger again. My eyes widened.
He adjusted himself over one of my arms. I let out a muffled shriek, felling his knife carving into my arm. I shook my head around fiercely, it was about the only thing I could do.
When he was finished slashing into my arm he took the steel blade from my flesh, moving himself over to my other arm. Cutting into my opposite arm, I clenched my hands into fist, digging my nails into my fists.
"What a masterpiece," came the brunette.
I didn't even realize everyone had let go of me and the knife had subsided back in Cartman's holster, through the fiery pain. Tears leaked out of my eyes as I mutely cried.
Cartman stood up, admiring his work, I was too scared to look at my mutilated arms. When I mustered up the courage to, I wished I hadn't. Engraved in my skin were the words 'FAG' and 'JEW.'
I choked on my breath in horror at my bloodied flesh.
Blood ran down my arms as I tried to sit up.
Cartman watched me struggling before putting his hands under my arms and lifting me up to my feet.
"Did you learn your lesson?" he took the gag out of my mouth, his chocolate eyes intense as I manage several nods.
I tremor as the smoker grabs my waist from behind and Jeff holds my cut up, soon to be scared, arms out in front of me. The sting of them tying my arms back up with rope made me want to hurl.
"Take him away then," commanded Eric.
"Where are they taking me?" I demanded, being drug along with the smoker and Jeff.
Jeff pulled me along by the ropes around my arms. My feet moved too fast for my tired body as I tried to keep up with him.
My breathing hitched when everything went black. The smoker had concealed my eyes with a blindfold.
Feeling the cold air of outside was torture. They guided me into some sort of car.
One of them crawled in next to me. I guessed it was Jeff since the smell of a cigarette was coming from the driver's seat.
The engine started but we didn't move yet.
A door opened as someone sat on my other side.
"Jerry is cleaning up so we can go without him." Jerry must have been the guy with the bangs covering one of his eyes.
I flinched as the brunette, who had just sat beside me, put his arm around my shoulders.
I could hear the humming of the engine begin when the car drove off.
"Don't look so nervous, kitten, I'm here for you," even I was taken aback when he moved his arm from around my shoulder and gripped the back of my neck. His lips smacked into mine. I jerked back into Jeff as the male pushed his lips harder into mine. My teeth bit down as hard as I could manage on his lower lip. He yanked back and I could taste his blood on my tongue. Good.
There was an odd smacking noise.
"The boss said not to hit him," came Jeff's voice, he must have stopped him from making a blow.
The brunette grunted angrily as he went back to his seat, keeping his arms to himself for a short while before the car came to a stop.
"We're here," the smoker said from the front. I listened as doors were opened. I slid out of the car by the brunette and was carried into his arms.
He took me with him as he walked over what sounded like gravel. Just where was I?
I concentrated on the sounds around me as someone unlocked a door and I was hauled inside by the brunette's arms.
I wasn't put down until the brunette decided dropped me on something soft. I had tensed up during the fall expecting to land on rocks or more concrete so the feeling of silk underneath me was somewhat nice.
I sat there awkwardly not knowing if I moved if there could be needles or something around me. Wherever I was was probably rigged to keep me here.
With my arms tied in front it was a bit easier to move now. I lifted my arms up, pulling the blindfold off my head.
The darkness was even more comforting than the sight of the large bed I was seated on.
I could hear the brunette laugh, "may as well relax, you're gonna be here for a while."
He was the only other person in the room besides myself.
I managed to block him out of my head by looking over the words still bleeding and red on my arms.
I had been marked.
Just what had I managed to get myself in to?
A/N: I actually had some fun with this one xD sorry if it's at all confusing, sometimes I don't even know what is going on in my head.
I feel asleep writing out this chapter actually and had a lot of weird dreams with Kyle, he's haunting me!