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When he woke up he was strapped to the table face down, naked, except for the ankle brace. He struggled fruitlessly. "You fighting this will only make it hurt more." Sir whispered into Stiles's ear. Stiles began struggling frantically; not knowing what was in store for him as he heard the snap of plastic. He felt hands grip his ass, spreading his cheeks. Oh god no. Stiles screamed. And screamed before he broke down into sobs as he was pounded painfully into the table by his kidnapper, attacker, and now rapist. He screamed and cried, but never once did he call Derek's name. When Sir was done he pulled put and then the lights clicked off. Stiles put his head down on the cold hard metal table and let himself cry. He cried and cried until he had no tears left and then he just lay there in silence wishing he could just die.
