Chapter 9: Defilement

When the man's fingers snaked under his blue button-up shirt with bruising force, he struggled. Even as the effects of the drugs still made his head throb, the steadily decreasing supply of oxygen due to the man's tightening hand on his throat in an effort to keep him still making it worse, he managed to struggle with all the fight he had left in him. He pushed at the man's chest, trying desperately to get his crushing weight off of him and to put some distance between them, the man's breath hot and uncomfortable on his skin as he panted.

Kaito kicked, managing to catch the man's left leg, and Minamoto growled, pulling back only long enough to slap Kaito, making him see stars as his head spun worse, a cry escaping his lips and sobs soon following after where before there had only been tears and quiet pleas.

The man pressed Kaito to his chest again, his hand roaming once more as the other clenched at his throat, and despite what had happened the first time, Kaito kicked again, this time also screaming for help as the hand on his neck loosened, praying that someone, anyone, would hear him.

Minamoto grabbed at his right arm and yanked it, hard, making it pop out of its socket, Kaito instantly screaming in pain. The hand grasped his throat, this time squeezing hard enough to cut Kaito's scream off, replacing it with pitiful whimpers and coughing.

"I warned you: If you do what I say, then you won't get hurt! Besides, nobody can hear you out here. You're far, far away from your father, or anybody else. It's just you and I, little Kaito. So hush, don't cry. Relax, and it'll all be over real soon, quick and painless."

Kaito barely understood what the man was saying between the adult references, the pounding in his ears, and the all-encompassing pain. Everything smelt of fish and some other, musky scent that Kaito couldn't name, his innocence depriving him of such knowledge. A slimy tongue traced his collarbone and moved across him in uncomfortable ways, doing things that he didn't understand, and reminding him of the feeling of stroking scales on a fish, but infinitely worse.

The man's grip on his torso tightened as he lowered his body down further onto Kaito, his weight crushing. Despite the smothering pressure from the man above him and the calloused hand squeezing the air out of his lungs, Kaito managed to cough out: "D-Daddy..."

"He's not here," Minamoto responded, his voice like sandpaper.

"He'll come," Kaito said, his voice barely a whisper, his vision entirely blurred by tears until the world around him was nothing but color and darkness. His words came out sounding more as a plea than a promise. "H-He, he'll come..."

"He probably doesn't even know you're gone yet," Minamoto insisted. "After all, you run off all the time, don't you? A bad little boy like you, even if he notices you aren't there, he'll just think you've run off again."

Kaito sobbed, because honestly, how could he deny what the man had said? Kaito swore that if he made it out of here and back to his father, he'd never let go of him ever again! He would be the most perfect, obedient child the world had ever known if only...

If only someone would come save him...

….It took a few moments for Kaito to realize when his vision became blurry not only from tears, but from a lack of breath as well. The heavy throbbing at his temples had turned into a light-headed-ness, and the aches of his body as the man grabbed everywhere began to turn into dull background throbs as the pain in his throat took the limelight. He lifted his small left hand, his right one remaining limp and useless at his side due to the dislocation of his shoulder, and clutched at the man's much larger one, prying at the fingers, trying to get them to release, or even loosen, the hold they had on him. The opposite effect was had as the man held tighter, and Kaito's eyes fluttered.

He neither noticed nor comprehended the unbuckling of his belt.