Hi guys! Yes I know it's been a long time and I'm sorry for keeping you guys waiting. But I just don't have much time to write anymore. I started college in August so all my free time has been going towards studying and stuff. But I'm home for the next few weeks so hopefully I'll get a few more chapters up. Do not give up on this story.

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JoeNeal- no they don't rape him. I don't think I could do that to Joe. However they do something else that's equally as bad. I hope you continue to read this because this is the last time I mention rape or anything like it.

VVK- Sorry! They do do something sexual and I regret writing it now. But please keep reading. This is the last time anything sexual happens.

Joes Fan- I'm sorry! 5 years was an exaggeration. But yes, something sexual does happen but keep reading because this is the last time anything like it will happen.

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WARNING- THE BEGINNING OF THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SEXUAL SITUATION. NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC BUT READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Chapter 17: Dirty

(Frank is 17. Joe is 16.)

Dirty. That's how Joe felt after he awoke. Violated, disgusting and filthy. He spat out a mouthful of blood as tears streamed down his face. Images and scenes flashed behind his eyes; Louis and his army coming in, taunting him, taking off his pants, touching him... And that repulsive moment in which Louis had forced his horribly erect self into Joe's mouth.

Joe cringed. He still couldn't get the taste of him out of his mouth.

At least Louis hadn't taken his virginity. That was something to be thankful for.

He looked down at himself, all the new bruises forming caused by the beating that followed the event.

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Louis tugged Joe's pants off and threw them to land in a heap on the floor. "What're you doing?!" Joe yelled as his boxers were removed as well. "Stop!" He shouted but Louis only grinned. As the men in the room watched, Louis gently caressed Joe's inner thigh; slowly going up closer and closer to the jewels.

For Christ's sake, Iola hadn't even seen him like this before. Degraded and humiliated, Joe squirmed on the bed but the gang grabbed his ankles, pinning him.

"Get off of me you sick fuck!" Joe screamed before being struck by Snake who was enjoying the show very much.

Louis began to stroke Joe's penis. Gently at first, but soon becoming increasingly aggressive. Joe moaned slightly, hating his body's natural reaction.

"Ya like that, ya little slut?" Louis tugged harshly at Joe's member causing him to gasp.

"Stop. Please!" Joe begged. Tears of shame dripping down his face.

"Maybe this'll curb your defiance." Louis squeezed Joe's balls, hard. A scream erupted from the boy.

Snake punched Joe hard in the ribs, hearing a snap and a yelp he smiled at his brass knuckles approvingly.

Louis stood, seemingly incredibly tall over the youth. "Ya remember mah lawyer, don't'cha? Adam Foster?" Louis said while shedding his own pants.

Joe didn't respond, only stared at the half naked man in front of him. Drake, another henchmen, held a knife to Joe's side, and pressed down, cutting the poor teen and elicting yet another scream.

"Yes!" Joe cried. "I remember him!"

"Well, we paid 'im a visit a few days ago. We had some fun, didn't we Snake?" Snake smiled and nodded, exposing shark like teeth.

"We raped 'is daughters too." Louis said nonchalantly as Joe went pale.

"We didn't rape them, they were asking for it." Snake chimed in.

"Fucked 'em real well too. On their birthday." Louis leaned over Joe. "Then we slit their little throats while Foster watched." His emotionless beady eyes stared into Joe's very soul. "We killed 'im too, and 'is wife. He was a fighter. Just like you." He whispered the last phrase into Joe's ear before lightly nipping at his ear. Joe snapped his head to the side to avoid the unwanted contact.

"You're both sick." Joe whispered. "What the hell is wrong with you? Those girls never did anything to you and Mr. Foster only gave you what you deserved!" Joe fell silent, tensing, awaiting for the hit that never came. Quietly he whispered, "Do you even have a soul?"

"See that's the thing Danny boy. We don't." Louis smiled. "'Dis is all on you, ya know? Their blood is on yer hands!" He grew suddenly angry, slamming both hands into Joe's chest forcing the air from his lungs.

"No it's not! You're the one who slaughtered a whole, innocent, family!" Joe wheezed, receiving a violent punch to the face, blackening his left eye. Joe was suddenly aware that he and Louis were still disturbingly naked from the waist down.

"Yer so stubborn, boy." Louis snarled, venomously. Louis climbed on top of the bed, hips straddling Joe's shoulders. "But I love it." He whispered seductively as he shoved himself inside Joe's mouth. The boy gagged for a second, surprised, horrified and disgusted, before biting down hard.

Louis let out a yell before jumping off the bed. "You'll pay for that, ya little shit!" Louis began beating Joe and his cronies joined in.

"Frank!" Joe cried, carrying some sort of false hope that his big brother would come bursting through the door and save the day.

"Frank!"

They repeatedly lashed out at him, using their hands and weapons equally. Joe screamed, yelled, and attempted to fight back but nothing could save him. By the time Louis, Snake and the rest of the gang left Joe was bruised, bloody, broken and unconscious. An eerie whistled tune of Are You Sleeping? drifted through the air.

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A few days after the kidnapping, Fenton was pacing in his study, many questions running through his frazzled brain.

Where was Louis keeping the boys?

How would they be able to recover yet again?

What if they didn't find them?*

He stopped pacing. What if they didn't find them? What if Louis killed them before Fenton could save them? Fenton rapidly shook his head in a fruitless attempt to clear those terrifying thoughts. He couldn't lose them. Not again.

Laura had fallen into a depressed state since the boys went missing, hardly ever leaving the house. Fenton had buried himself in his work, shutting out everyone, determined to bring the boys home. He would spend countless nights without sleep locked away in his study. He didn't eat much and had developed the life of a prisoner in his own home.

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling the father.

"Hello?" He answered. His voice sounded exhausted, stressed and weary.

"Fenton, it's Ezra. There's been a development." The man was frantic, talking very fast.

A ray of hope dawned over Fenton. "What kind of development?"

"Do you remember Callaway's lawyer? Adam Foster?"

"Yeah what about him?"

"Him and his family were found dead this morning." Ezra continued with a heavy heart.

"What?!" Fenton felt his hope shatter into a thousand pieces.

"I'll pick you up in ten minutes"

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When Ezra and Fenton arrived at the crime scene, it was swarming with cops, yellow caution tape was plastered across the property as neighbors and onlookers gathered at the perimeter.

They ducked underneath the tape over the door and entered the massive estate. Fenton glanced around at the once beautiful home, now trashed and splattered in blood. The place had been completely ransacked, broken glass littered the floor along with pieces of chocolate cake. Pink and purple balloons hung lifeless as the Fox and the Hound played endlessly.

"All the valuables were stolen, the silver, Mrs. Foster's jewelry, everything." Ezra said as he led Fenton up the stairs to the master bedroom. When he pushed open the door, the stench of blood and rotting flesh hit them like a freight train.

"Oh my god." Fenton covered his mouth and nose while entering the room.

The first thing he noticed was the blood. So much blood. The liquid acted like paint, staining the walls, curtains, carpet, the King sized bed and the dressers in dripping crimson splatters. Pieces of ripped flesh were scattered about the floor, chunks of scalp lay on the bed.

Ezra slowly led Fenton further into the room. The first body they saw was the one of Amanda Foster. She was slumped up against the dresser closest to the door, three holes encircling the areas in which she was shot.

Ezra led Fenton around to the opposite side of the bed, in which the rest of the Foster family lay in a massive pool of blood. Fenton audibly gasped at the gruesome site.

Foster lay in the middle of his two daughters, their heads resting on his shoulders while his arms were wrapped protectively around them. Both daughters were naked from the waist down as large pools of blood had formed between their legs, indicators of violent rape. Both daughters were banged up, bruised and bloody. The one on Foster's left had a gunshot to the head, leaving her face disfigured as her soulless eyes stared at her father begging for help. The other daughter, on Foster's right wasn't any better as her throat was cut, staining her dad's shirt. Adam Foster himself looked like he had been ran over by a truck. His whole body was a mess of bruises, and deep lacerations. His chest had been ripped open but the worst of it was a knife plunged in his eye, through his skull and into the floorboard beneath, pinning his body.

Fenton observed the scene with a heavy heart. An entire family gone from the face of the earth in such a horrendous way, and by the looks of it, on a birthday.

"Louis did this?" Fenton asked Ezra, already knowing the answer.

"Louis and Snake. And a few days ago considering the blood is dry and the bodies are infested with maggots." Ezra replied, his voice hard.

"They'll pay for this." Fenton said quietly and fled the scene to the car. He's seen murder before but nothing could prepare him for the sheer gruesomeness of the scene inside the house. Once the car door was closed and he was sure Ezra hadn't followed him, Fenton ran a hand through his graying hair and did something he hadn't done in a long time. He prayed.

Ok well there you go. I don't feel good about the first part of the story, I really don't. I also understand that you guys probably didn't Iike it either and I hope I didn't lose readers over it. That is the last time anything sexual will happen so it does get better! Please review and tell me what you think. Happy holidays!