Again, another action-packed chapter, with some warnings like before.

Ryder was allowed to leave, and walked out of the house. That morning, Kane didn't speak to him, aside from telling him to "Take his filthy body and leave" and, now, he was outside in an unfamiliar street, limping from the wound his ankle sustained when he tripped, and his ass aching with every step.

Every limped step made Ryder cry a little more. Perhaps the long night of not sleeping gave him time to assess the situation. He had been raped by the person he shared his secrets with, and will be blackmailed unless he becomes his 'slave'. Ryder, it would seem, was coping quite well, likely due to the repeated message in his head. "You deserve this".

After the pain-striking walk home, he released, again, that he was home alone. He slumped onto the chair in the kitchen (just after he got a drink from the fridge) and leaned onto the table.

"Even if this feels bad, I should get used to it…" Ryder told himself. Seemingly, he had established that, while Kane had the dirt on Ryder, he could blackmail him further; Ryder would be having sex with Kane for many more weeks, or months, or even years.

He had to, he thought, be brave. Not only did he need to keep himself aware and strong, but, he wasn't aware of what this creep could do. He could go after Jake or Marley, his friends.

Then, a familiar tune and accompanying buzz emitted from his pocket. It was a text from "Katie", or, so the name said. His curiosity got the better of him, and, he opened it. He read it aloud.

"Did you think that this was over, slut? You deserve a lot more than one night. Be at mine this evening, or you know what will happen."

Ryder had a burst of heroism, and, to his regret, his fingers moved faster than his thoughts, and he replied simply with "No".

A bombardment of messages followed. The final one read "I'll give you one last chance, or you're in for it!"

Ryder, again, replied with "No", perhaps wanting to call the stalker's bluff.

Later that evening, Ryder thought it was best to continue as normal. Ryder had remembered that, in Glee Club, this week's assignment was "Comfort Breakers". This meant a song that doesn't fit the member of the club's style or preference, and the most shocking choices would merit them more points.

This seemed perfect. Something to take Ryder's mind away from it. He was alone, so, he could blast music out loud and practice as much as he wanted. So, that is what he did. He grabbed his speakers, plugged them in, and blasted his music loudly as he contemplated the song. None, so far, seemed to fit the category.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Ryder rushed to the door, a little more enthusiastically than he expected. He opened it, and his eyes met the person's face. Kane.

"W…what do you want?!" he said, (somewhat loudly to keep up with the loud music).

"I'm looking for your dad, is he about?" Kane muttered, leaning on the door frame.

"He…he's not in…what do you want my dad for?!" he demanded, his voice croaking nervously.

Kane, as soon as Ryder had told him that his dad was out, bounded through the doorway, sending a viscous punch to Ryder's chin. The teenager was stunned by his nose bleed, and staggered back.

The attacker then walked inside of the hallway, no respect for laws or privacy. Ryder looked up, mobile again (all but some blood in his mouth). He sent a forceful kick to his attack's stomach, which, he was surprised at, especially since Kane was huge. Nevertheless, Kane was shot into the door by the foot, and Ryder scurried up the stairs, almost on all fours. He managed to make his way to his room.

He locked the door, and pressed his entire body again the wood. His heart was beating so fast that he could hardly breathe. With all of the effort he had, he reached for his phone, but, when his hand arrived in his pocket, he remembered leaving his phone on the kitchen table.

Ryder sank to the floor, resting against the door. He couldn't hear any movement over the sound of the music (the source of which was downstairs) and, all he could hear was the clanging and strumming of instruments to the intense music.

To his surprise, ten or so minutes later, he was still in the same position as before. Gulping and inhaling his last breathe of courage; he stood, and unlocked the door, creeping out of it, looking around cautiously. Never before had he been so worried. From the little sounds he could hear past the sound of the music, he may have assumed that Kane had left.

Suddenly, the bear-man in question appeared out of nowhere, and bashed Ryder's soft face against the wall. Ryder's nose and mouth bled more, and he felt dizzy, enough so to drop to the floor, almost lifeless, but still awake. Kane, using his strength, dragged Ryder into his bedroom, flinging him into his bed. Ryder knew what was coming. His belt unbuckled, his jeans were pulled down, and shortly after so was his underwear. Kane seemed to be enjoying this, for he laughed sadistically.

Kane's strong hand clasped itself around Ryder's penis, and he began to stroke it vigorously, almost painfully. Ryder screamed for help, but, the loud music drowned out the sound. Kane showed no mercy or consideration, and as he played with Ryder, he laughed and taunted him.

"You love this, don't shout. You're a fucking slut, and you love it!" he bellowed, shouting in his face as loud as he could.

Ryder, however, felt the opposite. Normally, playing with himself gave him pleasure, but, this time, he felt dirty, gross and even cheated. He winced at the pain of the inconsiderate strokes and squeezes, and, as a result of his pain, his broken nose and throbbing ankle, he allowed his entire body to pass out.

As he woke up, something didn't feel right. He was covered in semen, which sat on his legs and in his hair, the music had been turned off, and the blood on his face had dried. Kane, he was nowhere to be seen. He had left. Unable to cope, Ryder, wobbly, stood up, and sent a punch to the wall, denting it somewhat. Tears of pain and of emotional betrayal and turmoil poured down his face.

"The bastard came all over me!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, no longer caring if the neighbors heard. Twice in two days, the teenager had been raped. All of the innocence of being a mere child had been stripped away.

He pulled on some fresh jeans, and went to the mirror in the bathroom. In an emotional rage and physical, uncontrollable lash-out he took the scissors and attacked his hair. He cut lops and lumps out of it, until the adorable Bieber hair had transformed into a short, messy style, which he had never pictures himself with. Then, he stripped down, climbed into the shower, set it to cold, and scrubbed vigorously at his body (especially his hair and his legs) until he could feel his skin flaking away.

When Ryder's dad walked in, and called out Ryder's name and a hello greeting, he was puzzled to not get a reply. He climbed the stairs, and heard the shower running, which, he found to be a normal thing. It was only until he noticed the blood droplets on the teenager's floor and bed, that he knew something was wrong.

He paced the outside of the bathroom door, where he could hear Ryder's cries and weeping. Ryder's dad forced the door open, and found Ryder in the shower still, curled into a ball, crying. The cold water had wrinkled his skin, but, that wasn't the issue. Silently, Ryder's father turned the shower off, climbed in, sat down, and hugged Ryder. He knew that he wouldn't want to say what he needed to say.

Another chapter. I may have not expected this chapter to happen, but, I thought the idea was good. From here on out, it should get "better" in terms of less Kane. Isn't his dad just the best? Also, I mentioned that Ryder had a haircut. Imagine a messier version of the haircut Blake has in the picture of this Fanfic. AND in this chapter, I mentioned a glee club competition. I want you to send me any suggestions for songs that the glee club members could sing!