A/N: Hello again! I'm so excited to see how this story's gonna turn out... I want to appreciate pennydragon, PFT3000, and WisperRanger26! My first 3 reviewers! Thank you all so much! Also, thank you to those who have followed/favorited this story so far! I appreciate it a LOT!

WARNING: This chapter is (dare I say it?) angstier than the first one! There is graphic description of torture, blood and gore, and Will getting molested. He also gets raped, but the actual rape scene is not specific at all... It's literally one sentence. But if you are bothered by any of these things, it's okay (you won't have to skip the chapter). I will have a brief... non-graphic summary of the chapter in my author's note at the end! ;)

Btw- I forgot to tell you guys this, but Will is like 16 or 17.

Italics- Will's thoughts!

But enough talking! On with the angst... *evil laugh*

Will P.O.V

I woke up with a muffled cry as someone grabbed my hair, giving it a harsh yank and causing my head to snap up. If I wasn't still alive, I would've sworn they'd broken my neck...

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty! Did you have a nice nap?" Ryan asked, idly running the tip of a blade down my chest.

I choked when I tried to reply and it took my sleep-deprived mind a few moments to figure out that I was gagged... and tied to a bed.

My hands were firmly tied to the headboard and my feet to the footboard, but what alarmed me the most was the fact that my legs were spread apart. I really don't like that... it makes me feel so exposed.

The stab wound in my thigh throbbed dully in time with my pulse, and having my legs forced to stay in a position where they were open so wide made it ten times worse.

I whimpered and tugged at my bonds, but as expected, they didn't budge. Ryan had always been good at tying knots... I couldn't hold back the sob that escaped me when he approached the bed, his favorite 'toy' -the scalpel- in hand.

"I don't want to do this, Will." He sighed, waving the scalpel around. "But you have to be punished for trying to escape. I've told you countless times that you can't leave, but I suppose you still haven't taken the hint."

Halt will come... Halt will come... Halt will come...

He laughed and said, "Halt isn't going to come for you! Oh come on, Will! You really think he's still searching for you?! It's almost been a month!"

"Mmmmpppphhhhh!"

"Wow, you just don't get it, do you? Halt never cared about you. He just wanted someone around to do his housework! But, we're wasting too much time talking about useless things like Halt. It's time we got started."

Before I had time to think about what he had said, he swung the scalpel down and stabbed it into my lower leg. I screeched in pain and he dragged it down my leg, all the way to my ankle. I felt warm blood stream from the wound, soaking into the blankets below me.

"Shhh, Will, shhh." He cooed, sitting beside me on the bed and placing his hand- which was covered in blood- over my mouth and pushing the gag further back in my throat.

I choked and my already upset stomach heaved, but I didn't have enough food in me to get sick. Ryan grinned in amusement and slid his hand around to my cheek, forcefully turning my head to face him.

No no no no NO! Leave me alone, you creep!

I growled and tried to turn away, but he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me back toward him. He stared directly into my eyes and I looked anywhere but at his face, feeling extremely awkward.

"You have such beautiful eyes, Will. It's a shame that you misbehave so much that I'm forced to make them shed tears." He sighed, placing the blade of the scalpel on my cheek.

My heart was thumping loudly in my ears. I could've sworn it had somehow transformed into a huge bass drum. I didn't dare move a muscle. I even stopped breathing, because one wrong move and my eye could be skewered.

He smiled and slashed with the sharp blade, leaving a sizable gash in my cheek. Blood splattered onto the sheets and flowed down the side of my face, mixing with my tears.

He had fun leaving lacerations and stab wounds all over my body for the next hour, but of course it got worse. It always did with him. I vaguely felt him climb on top of me, straddling my bare hips and resting his head on my blood-smeared chest.

At that point, I was too exhausted from the continuous effort of struggling to free my arms and legs to notice what he was doing. My wrists, ankles, and throat were raw- the first two from fighting to get loose, and the latter from screaming too much.

I had a terrible headache, a considerable amount of blood loss from my many injuries, several broken ribs from a few days ago, when Ryan had a bit too much fun kicking me repeatedly, and I was pretty sure I had a dislocated wrist from thrashing so much.

So yeah, I wasn't feeling so great and therefore, didn't really notice Ryan crawl on top of me like a lion sneaking up on its unknowing prey. But you've got to give me some credit- I did notice when he started kissing and sucking at my neck.

I jumped so high that I almost banged my head against his. He chuckled and nipped at my shoulder- not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to make me yelp in surprise.

He pulled back after a few minutes and slid his hands behind my head. I cringed, thinking he was going to do something painful, but he just untied the knot keeping the gag in place and removed it.

I went to speak, intending to beg him to leave me alone, but he clamped a hand over my mouth before I got the chance.

He stared down at me intently and very deliberately said, "Listen to me, Will. If you bite me, I'm going to chop off your balls and feed them to you like grapes. Do you understand?"

He reached down and squeezed my cock for emphasis. I flinched and groaned slightly in pain, but for some reason the threat didn't scare me. No, it had quite the opposite effect. It made me mad.

I growled at him and snapped at his hand, but luckily for him, he pulled back fast enough to avoid being bitten. He threw his head back and laughed, which only made me angrier.

I yanked on the ropes that kept me tied to the bed and spat, "You better leave m-me alone, you disgu-"

My comment was abruptly cut off when he leaned forward and kissed me. I whimpered and tried to pull away, but he grabbed my head and held it in place. I wanted to puke. This was wrong on so many levels.

No, no, no! Please no! Get away from me...!

I thrashed frantically in an attempt to get away from him, but he just moved with me and tightened his grip. The ropes burned as they dug into the skin around my wrists and ankles. Both areas were already very raw and I could feel blood running down my arms. It hurt so bad.

The worst part was, all I could do was lay there and take it. Tears filled my eyes and slid down my cheeks when I realised just how helpless I was. There was nothing I could do to stop what was inevitably going to happen.

I tried to push the repulsive thought to the back of my mind, but I just couldn't- not with him attached to my mouth like this. I was absolutely disgusted and I honestly wanted to die so that everything- the pain, the blood, his lips moving against mine- would be gone.

But I wasn't that lucky. Instead of stopping, he moved one hand down to my jaw and put pressure on both sides until my mouth was forced open. Then he slid his tongue into my mouth, roaming among the rows of teeth and rubbing his tongue against mine. I was horrified.

I desperately tried to bite him, now willing to do anything just to get him off of me. But he had a strong grip on my jaw and the harder I tried to bite down, the worse it hurt. I gave up after he lessened the pressure a bit and I accidentally bit into my cheek.

Blood flowed from the cut and mixed with our saliva. I felt so dirty and... and violated. But it only went downhill from there. He moaned and ground his hips down against mine, creating a friction that sent shivers down my spine.

Finally he pulled away, smiling down at me with dilated eyes. I opened my mouth to yell, to scream at him to go away, but he stuffed the rag back into my mouth before I got the chance.

Then he moved down to my nipples, pinching one between his fingers while licking and sucking at the other. At this point, I was sobbing. My cheeks were soaked with tears, as well as the sheets below my head. I was gasping for breath that didn't seem to exist anymore and my head was throbbing. I couldn't calm down.

He climbed off the bed and I was so immensely relieved that I cried even harder. Because I thought he was finally done. I couldn't have been more wrong. I watched him strip out of his clothes through tear-blurred vision.

Oh NO! Nooo, stop! Just go away! Please...

I screamed into the gag as loud as I could, but it came out as something closer to a squeak. Ryan ignored me. He licked his hand, slathering saliva onto it, and reached down and started stroking himself. He moaned and let his head fall back, a blissful expression on his lax face.

I thought I was going to puke, but I looked away and managed to fight the urge back down. If I threw up now- with the rag in my mouth- I would probably choke to death on my own puke. That really doesn't sound like a good way to go...

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt slim, nimble fingers wrap around my member. I was sobbing hysterically, shaking and screaming and thrashing- doing anything and everything that could possibly get me out of this situation.

"Shhh, shhh. Goodness, you're loud, Will. I don't see why you're so upset. You obviously like this! You're even hard!" He stated blatantly, swiping a thumb over my tip as if to prove his point.

I couldn't help moaning slightly and bucking up into his hand. It was my body's automatic reaction to the stimulation and if I had been thinking clearly, I wouldn't have felt so disgusted with myself.

But I wasn't, and I hated myself for reacting in such a way. I didn't like this. Not one bit! But I just... moaned and... oh, this is so confusing!

"See, I told you! You do like it. You're just playing hard to get." He grinned, letting go of me and rubbing more spit onto his cock.

I sniffled slightly and looked up at him, unable to do anything else at this point. I was hurt and exhausted, on both mental and physical levels. I had screamed so much that my voice had long since given out. I didn't even have the energy to protest when he lifted my hips, placing a pillow under my lower back.

"Time for the best part~" He practically sang, positioning himself between my spread legs.

Oh God, NO! NO, PLEASE DON'T!

Then he pushed in.

Summary of the Chapter: Ryan tied Will to the bed in his room while he was unconscious, then he woke him up. Then he cut and stabbed him for a while with a scalpel because he really enjoys cutting people with scalpels. It's his favorite torture device thingy. Then basically he molested and raped Will. Tadaaa!

A/N: Sooo, what'd you think? Don't look at me like I'm a creepy pervert because believe it or not, I wasn't all that descriptive when Ryan molested Will! Well... maybe I was, but I've read worse! And I definitely wasn't descriptive with the rape scene. It was literally one sentence.

Anyways, please review and tell me your thoughts/suggestions! I love hearing from you all!