A sharp pain was what woke Natsu from his dreamless and restless sleep.

A sharp pain that felt as though someone had taken a couple of swords and began slowly pushing each blade down the length of his spine and both arms causing the pinkette to let out a small whine and unconsciously attempt to curl in on himself which was a bad idea as it only served to aggravate the pain in his shoulder blades and spine. He groaned, his mouth was sore and smarting as he began to rub his tummy at the slight discomfort waking in his stomach, a feeling like he was completely overstuffed and accompanied by another feeling, a feeling like he was about to throw it all back up as nausea moved in and settled down with that 'stuffed' feeling. He let out a soft sigh, his eyes slowly opening, those golden orbs hazy from sleep while he attempted to sit up, only for the pain to once again, halt his process as he uttered a tiny whimper, his brain tried joining the rest of the team, trying to remember what and all he did last night to earn such pain and discomfort and why he was as bare as the day he was born.

And Natsu wished it didn't.

Gold eyes shot wide up gasping as memories of the day before flashed past his mind's eye. It happened. It really did happened, it wasn't a terrible terrible dream and what matters worse was that he was definitely videotaped and it was likely on its way to Gray! Gray was going to see everything! No amount of begging and pleading the pinkette could do could stop it.

Everyone was going to see.

He attempted to get out of bed, ignoring the aches and pains in his body as both hands clasped themselves tightly to his mouth, wanting to run to the bathroom as the desire to throw up was very much much real. He froze, his breath stuck in his throat as a thick arm suddenly wrapped itself around his chest tightly, trapping his arms against his chest before being pulled back until his back was flushed with a broad, slightly hairy chest. A sleepy, heavy and sticky breath fanned itself on the back of his neck as a cold shiver crawled up the pinkette's spine.

He trembled, hearing his captor releasing a soft hum before mumbling under his voice, the grip around his chest tightening. Carefully and slowly, so as not to wake the man behind him, began to try wriggling his way out of the iron grip only him to freeze, eyes wide with terror, breath becoming shaky almost close to hyperventilating as a large hand wrapped itself around his throat, pulling his head back slightly kneading and massaging while the arm around his chest tightened, trapping and pulling him back into place allowing a thick, hard cock rested itself on the line of Natsu's ass, moving up and down slowly, trying to saw its away in between his ass cheeks, practically humping him.

A voice, the most terrifying voice, thick with sleep and lust spoke softly in his ear with a dark grin the pinkette didn't need to see to know was there and what it entitled and promised.

"Oh~ You're awake. Perfect timing..."

Montoya.

Montoya was in the bed with him.

Naked.

Natsu shivered as the hand removed itself from around his throat and began to lazily travel down the length of his spine, idly tracing patterns along the way before coming to a small stop at the pinkette's ass, kneading and groping. Natsu trembled violently as the hand turned into a lone digit, traveling down the crevice of his ass, stopping briefly to circle his tender entrance, oddly gentle that it had Natsu tense up and tremble with anxiety, preparing for what would no doubt happen next.

Honestly he thought he was prepared.

Three thick fingers jammed themselves harshly into his sore hole ripping a pained scream from Natsu's throat. Sobs soon replaced the scream as Natsu began to struggle and claw at the arm that held a vice-like grip around him just as the fingers began to thrust into him roughly. Thick, disgusting squelching sounds entered the air as the fingers plunged deeper and harder into the smaller male's body making that discomfort in his stomach more painful.

"STOP! STOP! IT HURTS!" Natsu screamed, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes, "IT HURTS! PLEASE!"

It was as if the gods above actually listened and granted his request for the minute those words spilled from his mouth, it stopped startling Natsu. He gasped in pain as his 'bed mate' yanked his fingers out from his abused hole before blushing a dark red in utter horror and embarrassment at the feeling of something leaking from his entrance and down his thigh to the bedspread below him. He stilled all movement as Montoya removed his arm from around Natsu's chest and removed his body from the bed with a grunt, the mattress dipping briefly from the sudden change in weight, shuffling around his side of the bed approaching Natsu's side of the bed, washing the pinkette over in a wave of nervous tension.

What was he doing?

Natsu gasped in pain as a large hand wrapped itself around his right ankle, just above the metal cuff and yanked on it harshly before a loud clicking followed by a clatter sound entered the air and Natsu felt cool feeling of being free from his shackle. It was short lived, as the minute the shackle fell off his ankle, Montoya entered his line of vision and squealed as the man grabbed a hold of the upper part of Natsu's arm, roughly yanking the boy bodily off the bed before he was thrown onto the soft carpet in front of the open bathroom door, activating every pain the boy currently possessed in one go. He sat up gingerly, glaring, his temper flaring at the bastard in front of him.

He wasn't going to stand for this!

Not anymore.

He had to fight back!

"Bastard," he snarled, "You-"

Montoya stood his ground, not the least bit intimidated. "Go wash down."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, you little whore," Natsu flinched under the word and the tone Montoya spoke, composer slipping. "You're filthy."

"W-Why should I listen to you?!" Natsu demanded, hating the way his voice stammered. "To a dirty rapist bastard like you?"

He didn't answer but rather snatch Natsu up by his throat in a vice-like grip, lifting him up and trapping the smaller male to the wall just next to the door causing the boy to yelp in pain and gasp as air was ripped from his lungs, flinching as the sick bastard's face came closer and closer. He smirked as Natsu's golden eyes lost their fire as his free hand wandered down the boy's side before coming to a rest at the pinkette's hip.

"Because I like my toys to be cleaned before I play with them," he muttered, his breath fanning the boy's face sending a shiver down his spine. "Now be a good boy and do as you're told."

"No."

"No?" Montoya sneered, his grip on Natsu's throat tightening causing the pinkette to gasp, "And what does the little plaything mean by 'no'?"

"I am not your 'plaything'," Natsu growled low in his throat, "I am not anyone's plaything. I am not some piece of property you can just sell and treat the way you like, you sick bastard!"

"Oh? You think so?" The smile on Montoya's face grew darker, making Natsu shrink under it. "Look here sweetheart, everything and everyone are items that can be sold at the block. Even you."

"N-No I'm-"

He blinked in confusion when Montoya removed himself from Natsu's body before grunting in pain as he was thrown away from the wall onto the cold bathroom tile with Montoya looming over him, guarding the door. Natsu trembled, his flames going out as the smile seemed to become more sinister and promised the pinkette untold pain should he continue his rebellion.

"It's just a matter of catching them, taking them to a secluded place and isolating them," he chuckled. "Like we did with you. Now get yourself cleaned, you little whore."

Natsu jumped as the door slammed shut behind him, the lock clicking officially trapping the boy inside the bathroom. Trembling, Natsu slowly got up, using the sink as his support as his legs were far to shaky to hold his own weight, hot tears threatening to spill and bile rose up into his throat as he caught a glimpse of himself, what he had become, in the bathroom mirror, finally spilling the contents of his stomach, thick milky fluid, into the sink, easing the pain in his stomach but not by much so. He looked far worse then he did the last time he looked in the mirror. Bruises littered his body, numerous then last with a couple of them hand-shaped that rested on his throat, the left side of his face and his hips while the several others were smaller, wrapped around his wrists and ankle from the being chained and struggling while bound, resulting in bloody wounds and gashes covered in a thick layer of dry blood. His bottom lip was busted, a thin trail of poorly wiped dried blood marking where it had split. There were trails and smears of dried blood and crusted white fluid that looked remarkably like the same fluid he coughed up on the inner and backs of his thighs and Natsu had no doubt in his mind what it was. He couldn't hold them back anymore, his tears, fresh and hot flowed down his cheeks, dripping into the sink as he lowered his head, there was no way he could deny it anymore.

He was a whore.

He was just a 'plaything'.

He turned his head to the side as the tears became thicker, quickly throwing the faucet open, the water gushing forward and washing the thick 'fluid' down the drain, finding it difficult to hold his sobs to the back of his throat as his thoughts soon began to cloud his mind, his grip on the sinking tightening. He knew that by now, since it wasn't Jeremy he woke up to, Gray probably had received the filmed footage of his hell. Memories flooded his mind, he bit his sore lip as he remembered falling to his hands and knees the minute he was released from his restraints, free from his torture for the night, begging and pleading, throwing away any shred of pride he had left from the night of torture as he tried to reason with them not to let Gray see that, only earn himself a backhand to the face and a cold laugh. Gray was going to see it and there was nothing the pinkette could do to stop him.

Would Gray still want him?

Would Gray still love him?

Would Gray forgive him for being so pathetically weak?

Would Gray leave him?

The tears wouldn't stop falling as the questions bounced around in his head and the bastard's cold taunting voice following them around as Natsu trembled. He had prided himself on holding on to his purity though out his entire life, his 'v-card' as Loke called it though to this day Natsu still didn't know what that meant, waiting for the right person whom to give to, to spend his life with and give them his first everything while Gray prided himself in being the one Natsu had selected in his 'firsts'. It had been Gray. It had always been Gray. Gray had been his first, his first date, his first boyfriend, his first kiss, his first make-out and overall his first in everything and now, he was tainted and there was no way could want him back. A shuddered sob escaped from Natsu's mouth as a loud band on the bathroom door startled him, trying to steady his breathing when that bastard's voice entered the echoing bathroom.

"I should be hearing the shower going, not the tap brat," Montoya's voice rang, the tone sending a shiver down Natsu's spine. "Don't make me come in there. You won't like it if I do~"

Natsu squeaked in terror, eyes wide before turning back around and fumbling with the handle, shutting the faucet off and quickly making tracks to the shower stall, stepping inside the frosted glass stall, snapping the door shut trapping the boy in the spacious shower and desperately fumbled with the shower's faucets trying to get the water to turn on finally succeeding in getting the water to gush forward, warm water gently sprinkling the pinkette in a comforting feeling. It felt nice, really, standing under the raining water allowing the warmth to seep into his chilled skin to his bone, allowing him to smile for the first time in hours since he was brought here as it washed away traces of his anxieties, fear and pain allowing him to forget where he was at the time being.

Strange thing showers were.

He hummed, reaching for the shampoo, honey vanilla and poured a dollop into his hand before he started to work it into his hair, scrubbing it into a creamy lather before rinsing it out of his hair with a soft sigh. Reality hit him full force as he made to reach a bottle of body soap and a 'scrubbie sponge' (as Natsu always called them) when he blushed a dark red as that uncomfortable 'full' feeling disappeared from his stomach like it was literally draining down and out through the lower part of his body, leaving him feeling rather hollow and empty inside that was quickly replaced with the feelings of hunger pains. He watched in mixture of relief and disgust, clutching the 'scrubbie sponge' tightly in his hands close to his chest as large amounts of semen and blood trailed down his legs in floods, swirling with the water at his feet before following the water down the drain. He shuddered as the did the illusion and tears began to make themselves known once more.

No amount of scrubbing the pinkette did could possibly wash away his shame and his disgrace.

He barely opened the cap to the body wash when he heard a small clicking sound and turned around to see what made that noise only to shriek and drop what he held when Montoya suddenly appeared, literally out of nowhere and threw the boy against the shower wall, pressing his taller form against the squirming pinkette's smaller one. Natsu attempted to fight back, push him off, kick him, anything as he took his hands forming them into fists and began to beat them against the taller man's chest when Montoya snatched both of the boy's wrists, harshly, with one hand and held them high above his head and forcing his leg in between Natsu's own, forcing them apart and trapping the poor boy.

"Bastard! Let me GO!" Natsu screamed, trying to pull his hands free. "Let go!"

"So fiery," Montoya mused with a chuckle, "Good to see your fighting spirit has yet to die. Guess I worried for nothing."

"Screw you!"

Montoya chuckled, leaning in further almost touching noses with Natsu, who shuddered. "Naw. Screwing you sounds like more fun."

Natsu felt whatever color he had regained immediately drain away from his body as the implications of Montoya's words sunk in. He went wild, struggling to free his hands and screaming in bloody murder into the man's face before he was silenced by a rough kiss, pushing the pinkette back further into the wall, shuddering at the feeling of Montoya's tongue searching and probing at the closed seam of Natsu's lips, begging for entrance which Natsu denied. He could feel the bastard chuckle against his lips, shivering when he felt the man's free hand, travel down Natsu's side, torturous slow, teasing patterns into his wet skin with a fore finger before finally reaching its destination; Natsu's ass.

"Nya-!"

He smirked into the kiss before he latched his hand onto the right cheek, groping the pinkette roughly and gave it a rather harsh squeeze earning Montoya a pained gasp from his captive, allowing enough room to thrust his tongue into the parted seams, exploring the sweet mouth only to have Natsu retaliate and biting down on his tongue.

Hard.

"AURGH!" He yanked his head back, free hand clasped to his mouth before glaring at the snarling pinkette. "You little bitch!"

"Serves you right! Pervert!"

SMACK

Natsu cried out as Montoya pulled his hand away and backhanded him hard across the face allowing the pinkette to slip out of his grip and fall to the shower floor. Natsu carefully looked up to the man that loomed over him, eyes wide and holding his stinging cheek as the water poured onto the two men. He squealed as Montoya lunged at the smaller male, snatching him up by his hair and dragged him out of the running shower toward the bedroom as Natsu kicked and clawed at him desperately, trying to get him to let go.

"LET GO! YOU'RE HURTING ME!"

"You should have thought of that before you bit, huh?" Montoya sneered, giving Natsu another harsh yank. "I believe another 'lesson' is in order."

Natsu's eyes grew wide. "No- NO! PLEASE!"

Montoya let out a cold laugh as stormed toward the bedside table near the bed, dragging the boy with him as he threw the table's drawer, digging around until he found what he was looking for and proceeded to throw Natsu bodily face first into the bed. Natsu gasped and immediately made an attempt to push himself up and away from the bed in an attempt to run and escape from the likely 'punishment' Montoya had in store for him only to shriek out in pain as Montoya jumped on him, trapping the boy underneath him as he straddled the squirming pinkette's waist, practically sitting on the boy's ass. He snatched up both of Natsu's wrists and quickly tied them together with a thick rope and proceeding to bind them to the headboard above him, scaring the pinkette further.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"Oh~ You'll see~"

Montoya chuckled as he twirled the item in his hand and Natsu's eyes grew wide in fear as he craned his head slightly to see what his tormentor held. His entire form trembled as tears came to the surface once more.

It was a small craving knife.

"I think Jeremy's a little too soft on you," he smiled, tapping the side of the knife against his cheek in mock thought. "His ways of submission is good, don't get me wrong, but they're not sinking in clearly-"

"P-Please-"

"Now what would best describe you?" His smile grew darker as he lowered the blade to Natsu's exposed lower back. "Oh~ I got it..."

He then jabbed the blade into the soft skin and began carving on the knife's side then it's blade's edge, relishing in the delight it brought him.

All Natsu could do was scream.