A/N: This chapter is kinda filler :'D

Chapter 6:

I could still smell the bodies even though we had to be miles away now. Their faces, screaming, etched in my mind, keeping me from falling asleep.

Every noise would make my heart spaz. The sudden floorboard creaking didn't help.

I took my head off the mattress to see the culprit. The brunette was still staring at me, he had been for the past two hours.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" I barked, he enjoyed the attention I gave him.

His chair rattled as he stood, "Well I do know something else I could do."

I crouched back into the bed. He reached his hand out to me and took it over my skin.

"Red is such a lovely color on your skin, you're so pale, it just makes the color shine. He grabbed one of my arms and squeezed it, blood seeped out with the pressure. I tried to jerk away in searing pain. When he wouldn't let go I opened my mouth to scream only to be muted by his hand.

"We wouldn't want anyone to hear would we, kitten?"

He tossed my body down into the bed with my arms being held above my head, still tied by rope.

"Now as long as I don't leave any bruises, nobody will know."

The sick bastard was taunting me, at this point there weren't many places not bruised. I didn't care how weak I was in comparison to this asshole, I wasn't about to give him the pleasure of getting his way.

I chomped down on his finger while kicking out bravely. He took his hands off me in anger and surprise.

I was then greeted by a swift loss of air. The man clenched his hands tightly around my throat. I tried to knock him off, scratching on his arms to let me go. Everything started to disappear by the man strangling me.

His grip tightened with murderous intent.

I could hear my head knocking against my skull.

I swatted at the sheets in a final attempt to get something to get him off of my.

My body was growing limp as my face flared red from loss of oxygen.

Wasn't anyone going to save me?

I tried to speak, his fingers dug into my windpipe making it nothing more than backwards gasps.

My lungs thrust back into use as I choked on my breathe, drinking as much air as I could. He had let go.

I could still hear my head knocking in my skull.

It happened again. And again. And again.

That wasn't anything inside me, it was the door.

I was saved by this outdoor interruption.

"I'm coming in," the lock clicked from outside the room and Jeff walked in.

"Cartman wants you," he looked from the brunette who now had his arms limply hanging at his sides to me who was still coughing. "What's up with him?"

"I don't know, must have a cold or something." I could see the corner of his mouth curl up.

"Fuck. Cartman! Cartman it's the boy!" Jeff had stopped the other male from killing me twice already although I couldn't feel grateful of him, if it weren't for the rules he might have joined in.

"Kyle," I whispered, finally catching up with my lungs

"What?" the brunette sounded like he really couldn't care.

"I'm not an animal, I have a name and it's Kyle."

Jeff looked astounded when I spoke.

"um right," he looked back into the hall and called out again, "Cartman, it's Kyle."

"I heard you the first time," Cartman sighed, "what's he done this time?"

He turned into the room and stoof next to Jeff, both of them staring.

I wondered if Cartman could feel the vein expanding on his forehead as his anger rose.

"What the fuck Donovan?" he yelled at the brunette.

I took the time to scoot back to the head of the bed, I wanted nothing to do with any of this.

My eyes were glued to the bag in Cartman's hands. What could he have been doing while I was locked in here and just what was in there?

"I told you to take care of him."

"I have been taking care of him."

"No, Donovan, if you had been taking care of him he would not be getting blood all over mah bed."

"He can take care of his own wounds." Donovan replied.

"Not with his arms fucking tied he can't!" Cartman averted his eyes on me now, "come."

Fuck that, I thought edging more into the head of the bed, why would he even think I would just carelessly go to him when he called.

"Damn it Kyle quit being so god damn difficult."

"I am being held captive and I'm the one acting out of hand?" what was meant to be yelled came out as less than a dry scold.

Cartman wrapped his chubby fingers around my ankle taking my stature with it easily.

"Hold out your arms," he was reaching in the bag, I was horrified to see what he would pull out.

"No, I'm sorry, I'll listen," as much as I hated submitting I was less fond of getting my arm sawed off.

"Kyle just put your arms out," he repeated. I decided to listen and stuck my arms in front of me.

Eric pulled out a silver flask. I pursed my lips together, prepared if he was going to tell me to drink anything.

After the top was unscrewed I could smell alcohol. Feeling it was worse than the cigarette being burned into my shoulder. I screamed out as the liquid washed over the letters on my arms.

He let several more drops land upon my open gashes before closing the flask and putting it to his side causing the pain to start letting up.

Jeff then handed Cartman a rolls of elastic bandage. Cartman took it from him and he tied up my arms separately. It hurt emotionally to watch as the blood showed threw the cloth, reading the names I was now pegged with.

It took a lot of maneuvering on Cartman's part to tie it around with my wrists linked together.

"Thank you," I mused not even realizing I had just said it. I couldn't believe those words came out during this whole thing. I was revolted in myself.

His chocolate hues met mine as he gave a contempt smile. I was even more surprised he didn't take that opening to mock me.

Cartman lifted the flask again and once again opened it.

"Drink," he demanded, holding it up to my face.

"Fuck no," I was against accepting anything from these sardonic asshole.

He sighed and then took a sip himself. I waited for him to gulp but it never came, instead he pulled me in, our lips joining as his tongue pried my mouth open. I gagged as I felt the alcohol being forced down my throat. Cartman's tongue hot in my mouth only there to get the drink down.

When I swallowed he grinned against my mouth. There was a short trail of saliva connecting us for a bit until it cut off.

He stuffed the remaining bandage back in his bag then zipped it up, holding the flask in his hands.

I looked at him bewildered. Questioning myself just what was he getting at? And pondering why he stopped and didn't obligate me to do more.

"Donovan, I want you to watch the ones upstairs, Jeff you stay with Kyle and be sure that he doesn't try anything," Cartman shoots me a look, "he's clever so don't listen to him."

I licked my lips, "Cartman can I have another sip?"

I already had it in my blood and I was worn down, dehydrated.

He stared down at me, lifting the flask above me, "come and get it."

I grabbed onto his jacket to pull myself up. Cartman tilted it upwards as I drank thirstily.

"That's a good boy," he turned his head away from me, my body still leaned against his large frame, "let us be." Donovan reluctantly left the room after Jeff.

I could feel the alcohol nipping at my body and mind. I had never been one with a tolerance to the drink, although I never divulged myself in its frivolous nature either.

I wasn't sure if I was awake anymore when the cold air took hold of my body. I could feel the hairs along my skin stand up to the cool feeling.

Cartman had taken my shirt off and tied it around my wrists with the rope. His warm lips melted my body underneath them.

"You were right to be afraid of the drink Kahl," his voice sounded distant, I couldn't even remember taking any drink.

His tongue swept over my chest.

His moved on top of the bed, overshadowing myself above me.

My nerves were going haywire; it felt like electricity was coursing through my veins.

He took himself off me again to remove my pants. The green denim was tossed to the floor and out of his way.

I started fighting myself, I fucking hated Cartman, I wanted him to stop touching me with his hungry eyes.

"C-Cartman please," I swallowed silently as he unclipped his bottoms.

"Please what Kahl? Please hurry? You have to be patient," He began to unbutton his jacket, flinging it to join my pants in a heap.

"S-stop," it was getting harder to breathe again, almost like Donovan was choking me again only this time it was Cartman.

"Kahl, suck me." I gave small laugh, thinking of all the times he had said that to me before but now he was going to make sure it happened.

"I won't," the thought seared its way into my mind, dizzy between the alcohol, fear, and whatever else had been slipped into the drink.

"You will be rewarded if you listen and behave."

Like that mattered, I would be being hurt to get rewarded, either way I came out on bottom. While the reward method would be more sensible, I didn't want to be further humiliated.

He sat me up like putty, molding my body how he pleased and taking my head to his lips. I pulled away and knocked my head into his. In the end it hurt me more than himself.

"Kahl, I didn't want to play this card but I have more than just a bunch of random jews here, I also have your little brother."

"Ike?"

"Yes Kahl and he is really scared without you."

"You bastard! Let me see him!"

"Kahl, if you're good I'll take you to see your brother."

"Fine, I'll fucking suck your dick! Just let me see Ike, just let him go he has nothing to do with this! It's between me and you."

"You're such a caring brother Kahl, it's one of your flaws."

He took my head down where he wanted it.

"You know what to do," he took himself out of his pants and felt his fingers through my hair.

I cried staring at it, my mind was rushed and confused.

I lolled my head forward more. My lips parting hesitantly, wincing as the slimy head crept across my tongue.

I kept reminding myself that I was doing this for Ike, he must have been more scared than I could have imagined. If they had hurt him, I'd fucking kill them all.

The only thing keeping me going was seeing him again, having him remind me that there was still hope and that he'd be okay.

I imagined him smiling as he told me he'd get the police and everyone would be freed as I bobbed my head. Tears continuously ran down my face as I feared my brother's safety and last my last shred of pride.

Cartman was winning, he and I both knew it, I knew I could no longer save myself but I had to be strong now because I had to guarantee someone else's future.

Cartman moaned out, his breathing shrouded with lust as he took my hair, rocking my head forward and back himself, letting me just relax my throat and take it.

His eyes dragging over my beaten body.

I coughed and sputtered as he released inside me. He slammed his hand against my mouth shaking his finger.

"Swallow," My eyes jutted closed; I didn't want to look into his eyes as I was succumbed with this lowly act. I gulped, letting the warm salty fluid down my throat and he let go.

"Are you thirsty anymore?" He grinned, still panting in ecstasy.

"Cartman, let me see Ike now, I did what you wanted, now please."

He looked at me and laughed darkly, "we're not finished yet."

He moved over me again, slipping his head between my bound arms, creating an arch in my back.

I was so hurt, so humiliated, so scared, so defeated and Cartman was loving every second of it.

He lifted my hips off the bed, sliding my boxers off into the pile of discarded clothes.

I bit into his shoulder as I felt his protrusion nudge my opening. He was much gentler this time as he gradually pushed it in. It fucking hurt all the same.

Beads of sweat came down both our bodies. Glistening like pearls on skin.

As Cartman moved his hipped it felt like all the butterflies that had ever been in my stomach were squashed. He took my body, grunted in pleasure.

The embarrassment was never ending with each thrust.

The heat emitted from our bodies into the air. I cried into Cartman's shoulder. He violated me for a few more minutes before filling my insides with his salty delivery.

He ducked under my arms, taking his body away. I watched numbly as he put his clothes back on.

"Promise me you won't let Ike see me like this," I felt ashamed, I didn't want him to look at how broken I was. I cried into empty silence, "just let him go."

"I promise," Cartman sat on the edge of the bed, taking my broken body into his arms.

A/N: There is something wrong with me xD

I didn't feel like detailing the sex, I kinda like the more hidden aspect of it more although who knows, there is still time for dirty detail smex.

And remember, things aren't always as they seem.