It hadn't taken Bel long to discover that he was extremely fertile, because it hadn't even been an hour after losing his first baby did he discover he was once again carrying. He didn't know how long had passed by ever since then, but it had been long enough for him to lose several more babies and finally birth a living one. However, the baby had been taken from him before he could so much as look at it, and he never saw it again. To only add to his heartbreak, he had been treated as a breeding machine yet again, and if this baby survived, he was beginning to lose hope of being its parent.

Bel didn't know what was attractive enough about him in this situation for everyone to continue wanting to have sex with him; his stomach was swollen with his baby, and it had been so long since he had been able to leave the bed, he was covered in filth and surely smelt rancid.

But even so, that wasn't stopping any of them from raping him repeatedly.

"Oh, baby, you're so big…"

Bel stared blankly at these words, having long-since become numb to this; he hated it even more than he had on day one, but crying and screaming had gotten him nowhere; all he could do was just lay here and hope that they would be done soon.

"Ah! That's it! You're so good!"

Closing his eyes, Bel wished he could still cry, or at least tell them that he wasn't doing anything; he was just laying here, as still as a statue, trying to pretend he couldn't feel the pleasure the aphrodisiac was forcing him to feel. "…"

"You really love this, don't you?" The woman moaned as she bounced on top of the boy and sent a shudder of disgust down Bel's spine. "You're so cute, baby. You make me want to come just thinking about you."

Bel looked to the side, anywhere but at that woman; he didn't want to see what was being done to him; he just wanted to curl up and go to sleep and never wake again. "…"

"Ah! I-I…! I'm going to come…!"

Bel's body tensed instinctively as he felt pressure tightening around his unwanted arousal, bringing him to his own release, too. A stray tear fell down his cheek as he felt small hands cup his cheeks and bring his face up for a kiss. He didn't have the energy to resist; he had lost that long ago. Allowing the tongue inside his mouth, Bel didn't reciprocate; he just waited until it was over.

"Baby, you're so good. Let me feel how well your tongue does."

Bel didn't try and pull his face away when the woman moved her body closer to it; he had tried and tried and tried to resist and stop everything and just get away, but nothing had worked; fighting back had only made it harder on him.

Finally, once his 'prize' was placed in front of his face, he resigned himself to the fact that he was just a slut and might as well get it over and done with; poking his tongue out past his lips, he made the first lick, feeling as if he could throw up from what he had always viewed as a disgusting act.

"Don't cry, baby; you're doing well."

Bel cringed at the fingers that ghosted against his cheek. He could feel his first tears in however long falling down his cheeks; it must have been an automatic response, because he was feeling so numb, he wouldn't have even realised he was crying had it not been pointed out to him.

I want to die… Feeling as if the voice in his head was as pitiful as he felt, Bel allowed his mind to scream and whimper, thinking all the thoughts he had lost the capability of saying out loud. Why can't they just kill me…? Why are they doing this…?

Wishing he could at least raise one of his hands to rub at his eyes, Bel knew he could only lay there with a wet face; his restraints had not been removed once during his stay, and his wrists were bloodied and chafed from how long he had been trying to pull them free.

It's useless… No one's going to come… Hardly aware of his tears coming harder now, Bel continued to lick; oh, just hurry up and leave the room already… The Varia mustn't even want me anymore… Why… have they left me here…?

Unable to find comfort in the hand that was stroking his hair in a soothing manner, Bel let out a pained groan as he felt his stomach cramp; whatever Verde had done to make this possible in the first place, he seemed to have finally perfected it to mimic a women's pregnancy, albeit quicker. "…"

"Oh, baby, you don't have to worry about that stupid parasite; just think about the here and now; think about me, okay?"

If Bel wasn't feeling so empty, he would have been angered by his child being referred to as a parasite; even if it had been born of rape, born in such an unnatural and unheard of manner, it was still his child, and he was bringing it into this cruel and unforgiving world. He knew it was selfish of him to birth it while he was in this place, but he couldn't bear the thought of terminating it; if only he was stronger… If only he was able to protect the children he had beared, he would never let them fall victim to this place. He would take them away and even if it meant never returning back to Varia, he would find somewhere he could call home and give them the life he had never had.

But none of that was possible, and Bel wondered if he would even so much as get to hold any of his children before his purpose here was finished.

"You know, you –"

Bel flinched at the sudden feel of hot liquids on his face. He opened his eyes to see what had been spilt on him, and they widened as he took sight of the gaping hole in the woman's chest, realising that he had been sprayed with her blood. When the world around him flickered in a manner he was very familiar with, it was then he realised that he, too, had been caught in an illusion.

"Fucking hell…"

Hearing the all-too familiar voice before he saw his long-haired superior, Bel didn't know how he was supposed to feel; was he supposed to feel joy that he had been found? That his comrades had come back for him? Was he meant to be relieved that he would be leaving this horrid place with the baby that was inside him?

"What the hell have they done to you, Bel?"

Closing his eyes and feeling as if he could throw up when he felt the restraints on his hands being removed, he shuddered in horror as he next felt someone picking him up from the bed. He couldn't cry; he couldn't thank his fellow guardians for coming to take him home; all he could do was lay there and stare in silence as he was carried out of a base that held enough corpses on the way to the exit to make Bel believe that maybe, just maybe… Every single person who had done that to him was dead.

Still not speaking as he was carried outside and to one of the Varia's cars, Bel remained numb as he was soon placed inside the vehicle, strapped into the front passenger seat. He felt a tiny warm body sit next to him, but he couldn't look at the person he was closest to; all he could do was stare at his lap and hope that he had escaped, and he could finally keep his child and be a parent to it.

How good a parent he was going to be, Bel wasn't sure, but he would do his best; he was sure he was never going to be able to have another baby after this, and so he would treasure it.

~~XX~~

After having been taken back to Varia Headquarters, Bel had been carried into the infirmary and laid down on one of the beds, waiting for their Sun Guardian to come down and examine the boy. Bel had hated the looks of pity on everyone's faces, but he just couldn't find it in him to say anything; it would take energy and motivation he had been lacking for a long time now. He had curled up on his side on the mattress, tugging the blankets tight over his fragile body, and when the Sun Guardian had tried to remove them as gently as he could, the boy had just screamed in terror, unable to bear being touched.

It had taken a while, but finally, Bel's comrades had coaxed him into letting them help him.

"How's it looking, Lussuria?" The long-haired man who had been the one to carry Bel away from that nightmare was standing near the bed, his usually-angry expression instead looking somewhat confused and slightly concerned; while they were Varia members, this man had always held a somewhat-soft spot for the Storm Guardian.

The man named Lussuria looked up with a look of disbelief on his face from touching Bel's stomach. "Squ-chan… Well… I think I might be very wrong about this, and I don't know how it's possible, but… Well, I think… Bel-chan is pregnant…"

"Voi!" His shout caused Bel to cringe and curl into a frightened ball, but the long-haired man known as Squalo took no notice of this. He instead reached out and grabbed the front of Lussuria's shirt and dragged him closer. "Don't fuck around! What's the deal with him?!"

It was the baby who had been floating so quietly by the bed who spoke at this. "Squalo, I think Lussuria is correct. This is Verde we are talking about; there's no telling what he's capable of doing. And look at what we found Bel in. He was sexually abused to an extent."

Squalo's mouth opened and closed like a fish, wordless at this; how was he supposed to believe that his strongest subordinate was… was… pregnant?! "…"

Lussuria, who was almost always calm, turned his attention back to Bel. "Am I correct, Bel-chan? Are you going to have a baby?"

Bel sniffed as he nodded. "…"

"Bel-chan…" Under normal circumstances, Lussuria would have been overjoyed and gushing, but not now; this pregnancy was nothing to celebrate, because who knew what emotional and mental damage had been inflicted on their Storm Guardian? "Bel-chan, I… I don't know what to say…"

Moving an arm that felt far too heavy to be his own, Bel rested his hand on his stomach, finally touching what would soon be his baby for the very first time. He wanted to smile, but even as he rubbed tiny circles into his swollen mound, he couldn't help but don an exhausted look that reeked of uncertainty and nervousness. "…"

Lussuria knew Bel well, and to see the boy showing even the slightest affection to something… "Do you want to have this baby, Bel-chan?"

Bel nodded, too tired to keep his eyes open for much longer. "…"

Looking at his two companions standing by the bed, Lussuria was surprised to hear these words; he had never thought Bel would be the fatherly type, much less for something in this situation, but…

Reaching out, Lussuria took a trembling hand and used the firmest voice he possessed. "Then don't ever hesitate to ask for help if there's anything you need. Now get some sleep; we'll take you to your bedroom soon once the IVs put more food and water into you."

Bel nodded, not needing to be told twice; falling asleep, he finally was able to rest easier; finally… finally, he was away from all that…