I can give you a perfectly logical explanation as to why this chapter is so goshdarn late.
To make up for it, its 2,413 words *gasp 413 yeees*
ANYWAY to answer unasked questions, the first semester of college was coming to a close, and this chapter was making me...not want to write it. Not only had my muse died on my for a long period of time, where when it revived it went to other story ideas, that had nothing to do with this story whatsoever...
Sorry.
That and this chapter was sooooooooooooooo awkward I had NO IDEA how to write it.
Finally got it through last night, got it Beta'd by Walker in the Rain...and here it is!
Hope you enjoy this.

It was probably for the best that they were in the infirmary.

Upon arriving, the medic they had seen was alarmed at the now infected bullet wound in Roach's stomach and Ghost's knees. Luckily they had been sent when they did before it turned into something worse. At the insistence of the kind medic, Ghost and Roach were currently in small cots away from their usual 'room', resting comfortably for three days now. The only compromise Gonzalo had was that they were treated with the bare minimums.

"My arm still hurts like a bitch…my face too…" Roach traced the stitches over his cut, his left arm in a full cast.

"I told you to stop that." Ghost frowned, sitting up. His shoulders, elbows, knees and legs were bandaged, his left knee now void of a trapped bullet. That wasn't a pleasant experience without anesthetics, but it didn't hurt as much as it used to when he walked.

"But it's sooo annoying!"

"Your constant whining about it is annoying. You didn't hear me complain about my knee getting gouged into."

"Fuck that! I heard you screaming!" Roach retorted.

"Your stomach feeling any better?" Ghost asked quickly.

"Yeah…I mean I guess so…never knew there was anything wrong with it before we got here so I'm a little glad for that." Roach replied, not noticing the small smirk Ghost had at the sudden topic switch. "I'm glad Nate was cool enough to get us away from him, even for at least three days." Nate was the medic that took them under his wing, showing more signs of humanity that the other men they had encountered during their stay of almost two weeks.

"I don't get why he's working for an arse like Roba." Ghost muttered. Mentioned man came in suddenly, wide eyed and frantic.

"Nate? What's wro-"

"Pretend you're asleep! Hurry up!" Nate said panicked, tossing some thin blankets to them.

"Why?" Ghost asked, part curious and part confused as Roach pulled the blanket up over himself.

"Gonzalo's coming! He's really, really pissed!" Nate replied hurriedly, his Texan accent showing the more flustered he got. "Only wake up when something drastic happens-if he tries to attack me don't try to defend me! Only do something when it affects you directly!"

"Hold on mate. Wha-"

"Don't ask questions!" Nate hissed. "Just do it!" Ghost stared for a moment before slipping his blanket over him, turning on his side just as the door flew open.

"Where are they?" Gonzalo asked harshly.

"Sleeping." Nate replied shakily. "They're almost well enough-"

"You do know the purpose as to why they are here, correct?"

"I never knew the specifics-"

"The Brit killed my father. The other helped killed my men. They are here as punishment, not a pampering."

"Gonzalo your father's been dead for over four years! Let it go!"

"It does not matter. Juan, Jorge. TraigaSimon, dejela otra."

It took all of five seconds before Ghost was tossed off his cot and blindfolded.

"Hey! What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled angrily, feeling hands grab his arms and legs. He twisted angrily, the grips loosening enough for him to reach up and rip off the blindfold, staring down Juan and Jorge as they tried to restrain him. "Get…your…mitts…offa me!"

"The more you struggle Simon, the worse it will be." Gonzalo spoke icily from behind him.

"Does it look like I give a shite? Let me go!" Ghost yelled, successfully twisting his body enough to be able to kick Juan in the face. Jorge flung himself on top of Ghost, pinning him down by his shoulders. It gave Juan enough time to recover, grabbing onto Ghost's legs and holding them steadfast, much to the annoyance to Ghost as he tried to swing a punch onto Jorge's side. The counter was unexpected as Jorge sat on his chest, his hands sliding down to grab Ghost's wrists, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and securing them. The sudden appearance of Gonzalo hovering over his face startled him, frozen as Gonzalo bent down to whisper in his ear.

"Hay mucho que debemos discutir Simon."

The sharp prick in his neck paved the way for a sudden drowsiness, the tension leaving him before a wave of black enveloped him completely.

'Wher-what happened?' Ghost groaned as his awareness slowly came back to him, trying to open his eyes. The attempt was unsuccessful, a blindfold tied tightly around his eyes. The taste of cotton in his mouth alerted him of a well-tied gag tightly wrapped around his head. His arms were tied over his head, leaving him to hang by now numb wrists, limbs asleep with the lack of flowing blood reaching them. His toes were barely touching the ground-also numb- with his ankles secured to the floor with some loose chains. Just exactly how long he had been in this position Ghost hadn't the slightest idea-but maybe the person who just came into the room would have a good idea.

He turned his head sharply towards the intruder, giving an angry shout through his gag as the door clicked shut.

"Simon, you are awake." Gonzalo's voice drifted into the room. Ghost heard his footsteps come closer, stopping a few feet in front of him. His sense of smell was immediately assaulted by the overwhelming stench of sweat, blood, and something else he couldn't quite determine. Gonzalo sighed, starting to circle him once again. Ghost could imagine the smug look on his face-he didn't need sight to know it was there.

"Roach certainly knows how to put an excellent fight, even with a casted arm. He was quite hard to subdue. I accidentally used all of the sedatives on you in our earlier struggle. But I guess the positive is more fun in breaking someone." Ghost growled angrily at this. Gonzalo chuckled, making Ghost's blood boil. "Tell me Simon, have you had a sexual partner since your stay here?"

'Wait...what?'

"I would imagine not, after what had happened before."

'What happened? What is he talking about?'

"Do not tell me you forgot? Tsk tsk Simon. Your mind must have repressed it after you left. What a shame. Maybe I should remind you of what happened." Gonzalo said wistfully, catching the confused expression. All the while Ghost could hear something shuffling in front of him, bringing about even more confusion as to what was happening. The confusion dissipated with the abrupt removal of his boxers. He started to twist his arms, trying to free himself futilely.

'Oh fuck no. You're shitting me. You are absolutely kidding me with this. I am going to murder you-'

"Like I said before Simon-the more you struggle, the worse it will be for you." Gonzalo whispered into his ear. Ghost shivered, feeling Gonzalo breathing on his ear. This was way too close for comfort. He suddenly felt two hands grab his sides, slowly moving up and down as another bare body pressed up behind him. Ghost immediately tried to shift away from Gonzalo, seemingly giving Gonzalo a sense of pleasure, groaning as their bodies rubbed together. Ghost started to panic more than he had been before, trying to protest through his gag, a muffled cry out in surprise as one hand slipped down below his waist, somewhat tenderly stroking him. His body was reacting in a way that Ghost didn't want, still trying to pull away angrily. There was something gnawing at the back of his mind, being suppressed as Gonzalo started to trace the multiple scars Ghost had acquired. The next thing he knew was Gonzalo had removed his gag, leaving him able to voice his irate thoughts.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doin-" Ghost gasped as Gonzalo bit on his neck sharply, moving his free hand down to join the other one.

"You certainly know how to be quite loud Simon." Gonzalo whispered, his tongue grazing over the slightly cut bite. Ghost shuddered deeply, his heart racing. "This will be quite enjoyable, watching you squirm…" Ghost felt something hard push on his back, and he suddenly grew angry, fed up with the entire situation he had ended up in. He needed to retaliate.

And that's exactly what he did.

"Get off of me!" Ghost yelled angrily, twisting violently. His wrists twisted painfully as he managed to spin all the way around, swinging his knee up into Gonzalo's stomach. Ghost could hear Gonzalo backing up slowly, coughing as he tried to regain his breath. Ghost relaxed for a moment as he twisted back to his original position, trying to remove the blindfold by rubbing it on his arm and untying his bound wrists. He managed to get one eye free before something struck him on his back, hitting the base of the spine and sending a jolt of pain through him. The sudden strike gave way to a scream of pain, a few tears fall without his permission as his body tensed in agony. Another hit in the same spot had Ghost seeing stars behind his closed eyes, aware he was screaming again with the second shockwave of pain. He could vaguely hear someone calling out his real name desperately as something allowed his body to be lowered. When his feet were firmly on the ground, whatever had been holding up his arms gave way, his arms falling in front of him. The sudden blood rush had Ghost biting his tongue to keep from crying out once more, falling onto his knees before slowly leaning to the side.

His chest was heaving; taking in deep breaths as he finally hit the ground, faintly hearing someone walking around him. He didn't care at how exposed he was at this point, the pain overriding any thoughts he had. He felt a foot push on him until his back was to the ground, his legs bent at an awkward angle and his still bound arms out to the side. His blindfold was ripped off his eyes, Ghost blinking until he could clearly see Gonzalo's silhouette crouched over him, no article of clothing within sight.

"You were never this difficult four years ago Simon. What has changed this time?" Gonzalo asked sadly, brushing Ghost's hair back. Ghost merely stared at him, trying to gather his thoughts through the painful haze. As Gonzalo spoke, the thing gnawing at the back of his thoughts breached to the surface, Ghost's eyes falling shut to a world of darkness.

"Hey, Riley!"

"What'dya want Samson? I gotta get back to my house; Tommy's missin' again and my mum's worried sick about him."

"That's just it mate! One of the guys in the higher grades said they saw Tommy back over near the old hardware store!"

"What?"

"Yea, he said Tommy might've been with some drug dealers. But they didn' look too happy to see 'im."

"Thanks Samson!"

Simon ran quickly. They were only barely in their teens, and his younger brother was already hitting the drugs! It was his job to take care of his younger brother; Simon owed him that much as an older brother, and to his mum.

"Tommy! Where are you?" Simon yelled as he got closer to the hardware store Samson had mentioned. He couldn't hear anything past his sneakers hitting the pavement in his frantic search, and he was growing worried. Where could they take Tommy? Why would they take Tommy?

"SIMON! HELP ME!" Simon froze. That was Tommy! Where was it coming from? He spun frantically in a circle, hearing Tommy's cries for help. There! The alley!

"TOMMY! I'm coming Tommy hold on!" Simon yelled in a panic, turning the corner to see a dead end. At the end were five much older boys, two of them holding Tommy to the wall.

"Simon! Help me!" Tommy sobbed as another boy had pulled his pants down.

"Get away from my brother!" Simon yelled angrily as he approached the boys. One boy, who was much bigger than the others, laughed loudly.

"Well who's this little bloke? Yar cavalry?"

"Stay away from my brother I'm warning you!" Simon glared as the taller boy approached him, flanked by the two other boys who weren't occupied with Tommy.

"What're ya goin' to do about it short stuff?"

"What can he do James? He's just a scrawny lil' kid!" One boy laughed cruelly as the tall boy smirked.

"Ya're right about that Calvin. I mean, I could push 'im and he'd be on his arse!" Simon blinked, and felt a fist collide harshly with the side of his head. He fell onto his back, his head bouncing twice on the concrete on impact. Stars danced in his vision as the sun swept overhead, hearing Tommy's voice pleading for him to get up. Two pairs of hands grabbed his shoulders, hauling him up. Simon's mind swam as he tried to gather his bearings, stumbling slightly before he was lifted off his feet by his shirt by James.

"Ya know, yar brother did some stupid shite. He took some of my merch without payin'! What kinda customer does that? Not a good one right?" James spoke darkly, slowly dragging Simon towards Tommy, who stood sobbing quietly. "And ya know what happens to bad customers Riley?" Simon could feel himself shaking his head as his vision cleared; feeling himself hit the ground face first.

"Simon…? Simon get up…" Tommy whispered. Simon groaned as he clenched his eyes shut, slowly getting up on his hands and knees.

"Stay down Riley. It'll be easier if you just stay down." Calvin said harshly, his foot swiftly stomping down on Simon's back. He cried out as he collapsed, hearing someone fall down next to him.

"S-simon? Simon I'm so sorry…" Tommy sobbed. Simon was confused as he opened his eyes to see Tommy's tearstained face staring at him frightened. He felt his pants slide down his waist as two pairs of hands pressed down on his torso, seeing the same thing happening to Tommy.

"Bad customers gotta be punished. Let's start with Tommy, eh Riley? Then we'll go to ya cos ya were interferin' with my business." James held a triumphant tone as undid his belt buckle.

Soon the alley way was filled with the sounds of the two Riley brothers screaming in agony.

And Simon pledged to never let anything like this ever happen to him or his little brother ever again.

Well fuck. This was so awkward to write. I don't write stuff like this! I really don't! So Critique me HARSHLY. Make me bleeeeeeeed from the various wounds supposedly helping me grow stronger! If you need to write it in flame form GO AHEAD!

I just hope you enjoy it, especially with Tommy's little appearance.