A/N: I uploaded 8 already but I noticed half the chapter was missing so now it's fixed

Chapter 8:

(Cartman POV)

It took me three weeks to obtain everything I wanted.

I had power, control, and most importantly I had Kyle.

His eyes had been deepening since I brought him here. He was finally understanding that he belonged to me and that there was no way out.

I had corrupted him, body and soul. Torn him apart piece by piece.

It was the most beautiful thing.

He had always been a spirited little shit so watching him crumble was so unusual. His fire had always fascinated me, the only one who would go against me. I couldn't deal without him, he was too much of a challenge and even now he wouldn't give up.

I had lied so much to form him into what he is now, mine.

He didn't even think of all his scenarios this time.

Just what was the truth?

I could never let him hear it.

How my mom persuaded a prisons warrant to let me take them. Twenty-five inmates on death row. They all knew their fate, making it so easy to pass them off as nothing but scared hostages. It was perfect. I would be able to finish them off however I pleased, they were the worst; murderers, kidnappers, rapers.

They were everything I had become.

Even my lap dogs didn't know the truth, they were mere pieces to be used by me in this even greater game.

I had worked so hard to get everything where it was.

I had envisioned Kyle torn to what he was now for so long but to actually see it. It was fucking incredible.

His ivory skin painted with blood and bruises, yet still so smooth to the touch.

He was taking me in as much as I had forced him.

I wanted him entirely to myself, to lock him away from the rest of the world.

My pawns kept getting in my way, they kept touching him but he was mine.

I had to get rid of them and take Kyle with me.

I was forced into my plan much sooner than I would have anticipated.

Here we were now, a gun pressed against my skull.

I knew what Kyle was capable of, I had batted heads with him for most of our lives and he was just as determined to always win as I was. He had already gone through Donovan, his face was split open, and there was the man he knifed in the throat as well. He was dangerous, scared and dangerous.

I couldn't shoot him and now he had the chance to shoot me.

I watched his emerald beauties, I didn't want to die.

He was faltering, taking too much time, thinking too much.

Kyle was giving into the situation, he was clearing his mind.

He wouldn't do it.

There was no way Kyle could shoot me.

I lifted my arms up.

"Don't move!" he screamed out the order.

I ignored him and continued to open myself up to him.

A bead fell from his green pools down the side of his bruised cheek.

The blood and dirt smeared over his skin looked flattering on him.

I could see him shaking.

He was so scared and pathetic.

I was lavishing on his tears; I wanted to be the only one to be able to see them, to create them, and to taste them.

My hand brushed across his cheek, taking the bead of water off.

The gun dropped to the floor and Kyle shoved himself into my arms.

"I can't do it! I can't Cartman."

There was a moment of awkwardness as Kyle wrapped his arms around me before I returned the gesture.

His voice was dry, "Cartman, don't let them take me away, don't let them hurt me anymore."

He was begging for me to help him.

I swept him up off his feet so that I was carrying him closely to my chest.

"Stand down," I glared at the men, "I have the situation under control. Now return to your posts."

They cleared a path for me and the broken boy in my arms.

Donovan was at the end of the line, not moving. He had calmed down, most of his face was covered by his hand.

"Give me that little fucker! I'm going to make him regret doing this to my fucking face!"

Kyle gripped onto my jacket.

"You even look at him again and I can assure you that more than just your face will be completely fucked up."

I turned my head away from him and walked around his furious form.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

"Doesn't concern you."

Kyle was light in my arms, I could feel his breath through my jacket with each warm breath. He didn't even take his face out of my when we were outside.

He was nothing more than a seductive piece of prey to me. I would be like a cat with him and play with him, slowly bringing him down and hitting him with my paw until he couldn't entertain me anymore; however, with such a nice little mouse it would be hard for him to ever bore me. He was my favorite toy, the one all your friends wanted, the one that would gain you friends just because they wanted to see it. It made me want him even more.

I looked down at him again. He looked so calm and peaceful, his eyes were closed. He must have found sleep. He had enough reason to be exhausted, but it wasn't my problem. He had been granted a bed staying awake was his own fault.

It took too much effort to open the passenger door to the old Chevy without waking him up or dropping him even. He didn't stir as I laid him inside.

I walked around the car, the rocks underneath me making my steps uneven.

Inside the vehicle I opened the glove box and took hold of the keys. There was a colorful charm attached to them, a butterfly with a shattered wing. I started the car and looked back to pull out. Donovan was at the entrance to the mansion. It was hard to make him out from so far away but I imagined his face would be pouring steam.

He knew I wasn't planning on coming back but he still wanted his revenge on Kyle.

I heard sirens as police cars headed from a far off road to the mansion. What a mess this had become. I pressed on the gas petal and drove into the woods, making my own path and distancing myself from the cops.

I pressed down harder, taking the cars speed up. I focused on avoiding the trees at first but then drifted to Kyle. His body rocked into mine after a sharp turn. I could feel a bead of sweat forming on my forehead. He smells so sweet and intoxicating.

I waft in his aroma, the addicting scent flaring my nostrils.

I could almost taste his breathe as I looked longingly at his lips.

I wanted to take him but didn't want to ruin his perfection being lost in his dreams.

My head rammed forward into the steering wheel.

Kyle woke up frantically, panicking at the sight of the car being turned over in air.

He was soundless as we rolled down the ditch.

Glass half shattered from the front window and the roof caved in.

The heavenly smell of Kyle was replaced with disgusting oil.

The car came to a stop upside down.

"Kahl you have to get out."

I thought he wasn't going to listen. I looked at him in his odd position the crash had put him in.

"Kahl now!

I nudged him and he started to move.

Clunk.

Clunk.

Smash.

It took three tries for him to take his elbow through the passenger window. Glass ripped through his sleeve as it went through; luckily it barely grazed his skin.

His small frame crept out of his newly made exit, made it look easy.

I was surprised to hear his footsteps on my side of the car after he had gotten out.

The door swung open.

He came for me.

His hands latched onto my shoulders while he helped drag me out enough to where I could turn and get up myself.

I stared down at him bewildered.

He brought his hand up. I could feel his fingers run across the top of my head. He had taken a small fragment of glass out of my bangs.

I leaned down and hoisted him onto my shoulder. He was struggling, I didn't mind. His squirms only caused his body to grind up against mine.

"Put me the fuck down!"

Like I was anywhere near obliging.

The car was totaled and we were lost in the woods, I wasn't going to just let him run away.

"I said put me down!" he continued to fight with me for a long while before I finally just dropped him.

Where the fuck did this sudden splurge of energy come from?

His fall looked painful but a couple more bruises wouldn't affect him much, not while he was already painted in them.

"ow you asshole!"

"You've called me that since preschool, I think I get the picture."

"I'm surprised you could get anything through that fat skull of yours"

"I'm surprised you could fit anything through that tight ass of yours."

"Fuck you!"

"I'd much rather fuck you."

His anger melted back into fear as he crawled backwards into a tree.

"You were so fiery a minute ago."

"Cartman, I'm sorry."

He was so fucking scared of me, just as he should be.

I leaned over him, my shadow taking any sunlight from him.

"Let's try something new okay? Get up."

I lifted my arm back and he reluctantly got up not wanting to get hit.

"Now unbutton yourself."

"What?" he retorted.

I could already feel my pants growing tighter.

"Kahl unbutton your fucking pants."

"We're in the middle of the woods Cartman."

"Then what is taking so long? No one is around to see you so hurry it up."

I unhooked my belt and slid it from my pants.

"This is fucking insane, you can't be serious."

"Last chance Kahl." My voice slightly rose and he followed my instructions.

I snatched on of his hands before taking on end of my belt and wrapping it around his skinny wrist.

I took the belt up with his arm following it. I loved moving him around like a puppet.

I swung the belt over a tree branch. He was forced onto his tippy toes as I pulled the empty end of the belt towards us.

"What are you doing?" He winced, slightly swinging after I yanked down harder.

"Give me your other arm."

He didn't want to.

"Cartman this hurts, just let me down."

With no room for him to avoid me I take his arm myself, holding it up to tie the belts end around it.

His feet only barely made contact with the ground.

"Fuck," he squeaks through gritted teeth.

"I will, just give me a minute."

The belt was digging against his brutally carved into wrists. He was whining silently when blood lapped from his wrists down his thin arms.

"Now lift your leg."

"Cartman I can't."

I did it for him, making his head hit back against the tree as he lost balance.

I took his waistline and tugging his bottoms down to his knees. I only tore one leg entirely off his body, the other hung from his thigh, no need to strip him completely.

He placed his foot back as much on the ground as he could.

"Fuck," he mumbled, he knew there was no way out.

He looked ashamed of himself.

"I'll relinquish your pain," I said, taking down my pants enough to put out my erect appendage.

"Cartman, no..please," he swung back clumsily on his toes.

"It's alright," I cupped my hand on his chin, "now open."

The tears were forming as he listened.

"Now you better get it nice and wet jew, for your own good."

I shoved my fingers into his mouth, letting him salivate as much as he could muster on them before I moved them out.

They weren't as moist as they could be but he'd be suffering more than me.

I edged my fingers inside his back hole, his body arching forward when I moved them deeper.

"nngh…" he grunted closing his eyes.

My digits only violated him for a short while before I felt it was good enough.

The small jew tensed and I lifted his legs around my waist.

"Hold yourself up so I can put it in."

Tears dripped but he gripped around the belt and held himself up.

With one arm I lifted him higher, the other took me to. I moved my hips forward, taking access inside his ring of muscles.

He moaned in pain.

"God you're still so fucking tight," I grunted, pushing in farther.

He cried out as I thrust myself completely inside.

"It fucking hurts Cartman."

"Loosen yourself up then," I argued.

He was my paradise, my own personal form of ecstasy. I was addicted already.

I rocked my hips back and forth getting the feel.

"C-Cartman," the red head was blushing heavily.

Yes say my fucking name Kyle, give me that rush.

He was easing up, his body reacting in a god like manner around me. Kyle may not have wanted this but his body was begging to, I was going to make him need it.

I hit my climax, slapping myself forward to fill him.

Another single tear dropped from his face, that one was for guilt.

I groaned as I pulled out, letting his legs drop and fixing my pants. He didn't have the strength to stand, he merely swung. I took the moment to lick up the length of one of his arms. His blood was luscious and iron-y.

I took my lips to his own. My arm landing on his back now his only support.

My prisoner accepted my tongue, he wasn't about to kiss me back but exploring his mouth was enough. He tasted fucking amazing.

I tore away grinning deviously and after some time of staring into his wounded eyes I untied his wrists.

He fell on me for support. His limp body using mine to keep himself up.

"Kyle I think you're starting to enjoy it."

Wrong words.

"Shut the fuck up you goddamn fucking fatass!" He pushed away from me and stumbled back into the tree which had been holding him, "How dare you fucking say something like that to me! What makes you think you have the right after you fucking raped me!" He was on the verge of tears," How fucking dare you."

My eyes followed him as he re-clothed himself and hobbled away. I followed after him in silence. He was hugging himself tightly, I not only pissed him off but I had fucked his arms up even more. His wrists were torn apart by my ropes, cuffs, and now belt had been added to the list.

I never really noticed how much of a mess he was. The bandages around his arms were dirty and hanging off. His clothes were torn up in various locations from being forced around all the time.

His hair fumed above his head without his ionic hat which had been left behind.

He was a wreck, a giant reminder of everything I had done tattooed into him with no way of ever forgetting.

He stopped for a moment before moving again.

There was a large body of water and he was walking into it.

He made his way into the liquid and started washing off dirt and blood.

Stripping the bandages off and rubbing his sore wounds.

He had just proven me wrong as soon as I had judged him, turns out the jew wasn't as hurt as I though.

His crimson hair disappeared under the water. It was an unearthly beauty when he came back up for air. The sunset shimmering on his glowing wet skin.

I took my seat on the shore to observe him in fascination.

Later he would come to my side, soaked to the core. His temper had resided and he was ready to use me for my warmth. How cute. I wrapped my arm around him, feeling water seep through my clothes as I did so.

He was shaking of cold and resting himself in my hold.

I laid down with him, blanketing his body with my own. I became to entwined having him so close I even fell asleep.

"Cartman." I could feel bitter cold hands on my face, "Cartman wake up, I found something."

I grunted. Still wanting to stay asleep.

"Five more minutes."

"Cartman there's a building," he squeaked.

That got my attention. My eyes sprung open only to find Kyle's face a few mere inches away from mine.

"What?"

"It's some sort of factory," came his voice "an old ware house."

I jolted up, eyeing around suspiciously. I half expected there to be an army of police hiding in the bushes.

Kyle took his hands and folded his arms across his torso making his already small frame appear to be even tinier.

"Should we maybe check it out?"

Sitting up Kyle had to look upwards to maintain eye contact with me.

"Is it abandoned?" I ask dryly.

"I'm not sure, I came and woke you up right after I saw it."

"Why did you leave?" I knew the better question was why did you come back? I could see hatred in his eyes, it seemed to hurt him to even be in my presence. With such a golden escape opportunity I couldn't help but wonder why he was here right now. It was probably his instincts pulling at him to survive. In his horrid condition he couldn't make it very long alone in the woods. He needed me.

"Do you know what would have happened if I would have woken up to find you missing?"

"Well you fucking didn't." His words were harsh but his voice mellow.

I got to my feet.

"Well then, lead the way."

I followed his finger with my eyes as he pointed.

"It's right behind those trees."

I looked at his face, my pupils tracing around the dark circles under his eyes. He hadn't had a decent sleep for the past few days. Even his rest last night must have been brutally short. His cheeks looked more hollow. The skin glazing carefully over his perfect cheekbones more than ever. He hadn't even eaten for days. In the bright daylight he looked incredibly slim, of course he had always been skinny and slender but now it was starting to look painful with his recent weight loss.

He was still proving to be strong though, always able to preserve himself even in the toughest of situations.

He started walking and I followed, letting him lead the way.

Past the thicket of bushes and trees I could see it. Large and metallic. Vines were growing up the sides of the unkempt and slightly rusted building.

Kyle hunched forward in a moment of shock to the sound of a distant gun shot.

It sounded like it was miles away but that didn't mean much. The shooter was unknown. It could have been fired by a police officer, a search party or worse yet. Donovan.

Kyle had grabbed onto me without either of us realizing it at first.

"Cartman I want to go inside."

His eyes were darting everywhere except at me. It looked like he was waiting for them to rush out of the brush and charge him in a few more seconds.

I figured going in wouldn't hurt, at least it was some shelter. Not to mention it appeared to be abandoned and you never know what you can find some places.

"Alright, come on."

He loosed his grip as his fingers fell off of me, acting like he just noticed the sorry state he was in after having grabbed onto me.

I headed over to a garage door with Kyle following. They were locked. Following the walls of the building I saw a set of doors. Also locked.

I couldn't see any windows or other entrances to break into this locked up warehouse.

I jingled at the door knob again before sliding my fingers along the top of the door. It was a goofy hope but the key was actually there.

It fit snugly into the lock. With a single twist we were granted entry.

He looked around timidly before taking the first step inside. It was insanely dark, the light being emitted from the open door was the only source.

"Look around for the light switch."

He did as asked, feeling the walls. I copied him and felt for the switch in the darkness.

Eventually my fingers latched onto it and the building was flooded with a dim light.

It was full of crates of all sized stacked up on top of each other.

I let the door close as I began to look around.

"What is this place?" Came the adorable question filled voice of Kyle in a whisper, "some sort of lodging or trade company?"

"Don't know and don't care."

I tried to open a crate but it was nailed tightly closed and mad heavy.

"What do you think is in them?" Kyle had wondered over to feel the crate.

"Who knows," I answered nonchalantly.

I somehow managed to spot a crowbar out of the corner of my eye. The luck. I went to grab it then took it to the top edge of the crate. Putting all my strength in it I hoisted up. The bar snapped causing me to fall into the box and making Kyle jump.

"Well that didn't work" I growled.

"Maybe we can find an open one" Kyle suggested. He left to look around and it didn't take long before I heard him again.

"Cartman quick!" he exclaimed, "help me push this lid off."

I ran to his aid. It weighed much more than I expected.

I shoved my hands into it and pushed. My feet slid on the floor but the top was starting to grind off.

When it was opened enough to peek inside I stopped. Kyle could have probably crawled inside if he wanted.

He looked in first. His face colored as he reached inside. A half smile still broken was painted on his face. It had still been the happiest I'd seen him since Butter's birthday.

"It's food!" He slid his arm inside before bringing it back out with his fingers gripped around a can of peaches.

I reached in myself and found a nice can of pineapples.

I would have much preferred one of my moms freshly baked chicken pot pies but this would have to do.

Getting to the food wasn't as simple as holding the cans.

"How will we open them?" Kyle was looking disappointed.

Then the crowbar reemerged in my head. I went and grabbed it. Upon my return I stabbed the broked bar into my can several times. There were now several small holes, enough to get the juice and fruit out. I preceded to do the same to Kyle's peach can.

Everything was quiet as we gulped up our small meals. In the end Kyle managed to finish his peaches as well as half a can of peaches. If his stomach hadn't shrunk through starvation he probably would have helped himself to more. At least he had been fed.

I finished a fifth can myself as well as the rest of his pears. Watching him and his lack of an appetite wasn't going to slow me down.

I rolled the empty cans away of the dirty floor.

"I'm glad we found those," he quipped.

His torn smile was enough to make my heart melt.

My hand met the back of his skull to avoid him trying to pull away. I couldn't help but to inquire whether any part of him wanted to kiss me back as our lips struck. If there was he was very good at hiding it.

I strode around outside after having left Kyle alone. I figured it would be best to find a substitute toilet outside. I wondered over to some bushed to do my business. After I had finished and given the normal three shakes, I zipped my pants back up and turned around.

There couldn't have been anybody worse standing there with a gang of three other men.

"Cartman where is he?" Donovan implored.

He had found us much quicker than any of us could have guessed.

His face looked like shit with a giant scar stretched across it.

"Inside, nice and cozy. I think he even thinks he's safe right now." No need for me to go down with him I figured. I had to play my cards right especially since Kyle was mine.

"I was starting to wonder if you had just deserted us back there," I couldn't quite make out his expression with the fresh scar on his face but it seemed like he was taking the bait.

"You know what the police told me? They said that the bodies we burnt were felons from a local prison, not jews. Said the world was better off without them."

"Yeah well you have a big mouth Donavan and if I would have let you in on it then you would have somehow blurted it out to Kyle. Same goes for now too, when you're falling for things yourself you're way more believable."

I had him.

I think he was surprised but it was hard to tell.

"So then…we're still a team?" Surprise lingered in his voice.

"You're almost as thick skulled as Kyle sometimes, you'll believe anything."

"If we are still on the same side I want you to prove it."

There was a moment silence as I waited for his demand already knowing what it would be.

"I want a turn with him to make up for my face," Donavan pointed to his recent disfigurement "it's time to play along to my story now."

He flung a bag onto the dirt ground before getting on his knees to dig through it.

"Here, you can use this. It'll be the most important job aside from mine," he looked up at me "you won't be leader this round, we have to make sure we can trust you."

Fucking asshole.

I took the item from him, I knew this wasn't going to be good.

"Fucking whatever, you kill him though and you'll be through. He's still mine," I hissed.

He smirked and gave a slight nod.

"I don't want him dead, I just want to make him suffer." He gestured to the other men then stormed inside.

"Fuck." Was the only word I could muster.

A/N: oh no what is to become of poor Kyle now as the psycho fucks are among him?

What does Donovan have planned?

I hate asking for reviews but I would love to get some that way I know whether or not people want me to continue.

Next time back to Kyle point of view.