A.N.

Well...this is a very dark chapter. Short but dark.

Definitely viewer discretion, rape, torture etc...

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-Mello-

Cold. Damp. Dark. Cold. Pain.

That is all I could feel. I could smell mildew; see it in the ceiling above me. And I was cold. I had been stripped of my clothing, left in this basement chained like a dog. The collar was too tight, making it hard to breathe, the chain attached to it was cold against my back, clinking ominously every time I moved. I had curled up behind some boxes, trying to hide, trying to stay warm. It wasn't working.

"There is my kitten." I wanted to cry. It wasn't until I realized my vision was blurry that I realized I was.

"Now, now none of that; we're going to have lots of fun Mihael." Then I saw the knife. Oh God the knife. It wasn't you're run of the mill steak knife either, but a butcher knife. An honest to God butcher knife straight from Psycho…and he was walking towards me. I gagged as he yanked me to my feet by the collar, trembling as he ran the knife along my jaw, feeling the bite of the blade.

Suddenly he pulled away. "Such a bad kitten. You made a mess."

What was he…then I realized I smelled urine…and I was wet. What does he do to me! I let out a sob from both fear and shame. I wanted a bath. I wanted Matt. I wanted that damn snuggie he bought me as a joke and a mug of hot chocolate. Wanted to be in his arms watching him play those damn games of his…. Instead I was sure I was about to die.

"Clean it up." My face was slammed into the concrete floor, I coughed as I inhaled urine. Surely he didn't mean…

I screamed as the knife was drug down my spine.

"Now." Crying brokenly I did as was asked of me, licking the piss off the dirty floor. I held back the urge to vomit. Didn't want to have to "clean" that up too.

"Good boy" he cooed, knife going down my chest this time. I sobbed looking away, letting a yelp out as he backhanded me out of nowhere.

"You look at me unless I say otherwise."

I whimpered.

"Well?"

Still crying I squared my shoulders looking him in the eye. "Fuck off."

The knife was stuck into my hip, I screamed as my leg gave and I fell to the floor.

"What do you say, whore?" This was punctuated by a hard kick to my ribs.

"Y-yes Damon…" He stepped on my hand, I could feel my fingers breaking.

"Who?"

"M-Master…" I managed to choke out.

"Good boy."

Hours of his torture later I lay strapped to a table broken and bloody. I couldn't count the number of injuries I had, lost count of the times he raped me. Nothing existed outside of the pain.

I wanted to die.

Then I heard him on the phone.

Matt, that had to be who he was talking with…had to be. I trembled as he drew near, screaming out as he twisted my broken fingers.

He gave an address hanging up abruptly.

"Hope your little boyfriend is quick. Or you won't be alive when he gets here." That was when I smelled the sharp sent of cleaner. Strong cleaner. Lye.

He waved two chemicals in front of my face. Lye and rust remover. With much ado and flourish he poured them on me. It felt as if I was being eaten alive. It would have been painful normally, but after all the open wounds I had…I screamed. Screamed until my throat bled and I lost the ability to. He just laughed, turned on his heel and left.

Matt….please hurry.