After he had realized the only place where Mello would be helped without problems afterwards was Wammy's, Matt noticed he needed money. Much more than he possessed, a plane ticket was expensive.
After one hour in which he tried to hack in one of the mafia's accounts via Mello's computer, he came to the point where he knew he couldn't wait any longer.
Mello became weaker and he still hadn't regained consciouness again. And if Matt wasn't wrong, he had a fever.

Finally Matt swallowed. "I'm sorry, Mel…", he whispered as he took the calling card out of his vest pocket and pulled out his mobile phone. "I don't know how else I could help you…"

The redhead went into another room before he dialled the number and arranged with the man who had taken his virginity.
Shortly afterward he climbed into the car of Mike, whom he had explained, where they lived.
"Well, you finally decided to come with me? Wasn't quite that much, your determination to never do it again, was it?"
Matt stared at the ground. "I need the money.", he said quietly.
Mike laughed. "What else? Hardly anyone goes to acquisition for fun."
"You… You said you… That you'd pay well if… Well, I do need a lot of money, you know? I have to…"
Mike persisted.
"We'll pay you well. But you do know, it's not going to be easy for you, right?"
Matt gulped but nodded to him. At this very moment he was ready to do anything just to help Mello.
They drove to an abandoned garage, where Mike parked his car and led Matt into a darkened old partyroom.
"You've still the chance to get off, boy. My friends prefer it a little harder, and because I like you, I'll give you this opportunity. If you stay, each of us will pay you 500. If you want to get off, do it now, when the others are here it's the point of no return."
Matt nodded but stayed.

He didn't show resistance when one of Mike's friends pulled his shirt over his head. He didn't fight when someone different bound his hands to his back and when a third gave him a slap in the face he only let a brief sound of pain get heard.
By the time they had entered the partyroom it had been clear to him what he had had to expect. Whips, canes of varying thickness and fetters of any kind had adorned the wall and something in him had hoped he'd actually be only beaten a bit.
After even his trousers had come off the biggest of the men ordered him to bend over. Matt bite his teeth together but had to moan because of the pain in his back caused by a wide piece of leather.
The men laughed.
"Hey Mike, you're sure the kid can take it?"
Matt couldn't hear what Mike replied but apparently he nodded. He couldn't know Mike had held something high in this moment.
"Well, then…", the man behind him said and beated him again.
It burned like fire when the leather tore his skin, but Matt could only think of Mello. Mello who needed the money, who needed to get to Wammy's in order to be helped. His second thought was it was punishment. Punishment for not training his hacking skills. Only this was the reason he had to take a job like this.
Someone grabbed him high by his hair and suddenly Matt saw a penis right in front of his face. He knew what was expected of him and even if it was disguisting for him, he did it without complaining.
But then he felt how something slippery tried to intrude his anus.
"No.." he mumbled with his mouth stuffeled and his eyes shocked.
"No?! Who do you think you are, you little whore?"
The next moment the man in front of him stepped back and smacked his fist into Matt's face, the same time as something- if he felt right it was a finger- penetrated him, for which the redhead screamed in pain.
But the men around him only laughed.
Flashback end

Matt stopped speaking. Mary looked at him rather shoked. "Mail, you…"
But the boy shook his head. "Not now, ok? I.."
Mary nodded. And she was okay with Matt wanting to be alone now.
He could not stop thinking about it.
They had taken them, all five of them, and although they had prepared him with a little lubricant, it had hurt like hell. He had cried, he had tried to escape from them, but they had known no mercy.
And then, exactly in the precise moment Matt had thought he'd loose consciousness, Mike had brought out a syringe.
Matt had shaken his head, had defended them as they sparked his handcuffs, but the men had detained him and injected the poison in his arm.
He hadn't want it.
And he had been and still was ashamed he had enjoyed it. He had enjoy the abating pain and the transforming of the world into one of absolute no matter.
After this point he hadn't mattered anymore. He hadn't counted how many times the men had taken him forcefully but it had been some more times.
Some time after Mike had freed him he'd got the money and was aloud to leave. But before, when the pain had started again, he had Mike let him give another shot of heroine.
He didn't even know when he had broken his hand, whether one of the men had done it or he himself on his way home.
Wasted as he was, he had taken Mello in his arms and borught him to a guy with a private plane. This guy was a great dealer and managed his stuffs for himself into the country, but for 2000 bucks he was willing to take Matt and Mello with him.
During the flight, Matt had taken his next dose and slept over until they landed.
When they had arrived, he had sunk down with Mello in his arms and started to cry ashamed.
Not until he calmed down he was able to call a taxi which had brought them to Wammy's.

And now he layed here, seeing the still heavy pain as far too little punishment for what he had done, and he could nothing do against his feelings of guilt because he still was tied up to the bed. Part of him had hoped Mary would kill him herself when he told her what had happened, but she hadn't.
It took him awhile before he could fall asleep crying.

A/N: What the men did to Matt wasn't BDSM for it being against the rules of savety, sanity, and consensuality, it was pure torture, don't mix it up!

Beta'd by tama1998