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6; separation

trigger warning: abuse and rape

Over and over, Mitch was raped. His screams got progressively more hoarse and weak as his Alphas slammed into him, but soon they were muffled when Derrick shoved his cock into his mouth to release for the fifth time. He forced himself to swallow it and sobbed brokenly, collapsing into a pathetic ball on the floor. "Please," he begged, his voice barely audible, "please."

Bryce smirked and grabbed the cane. "I love it when you beg," he snarled, before he hit him hard.

Mitch cried out in pain, desperately trying to push himself away. "Please, Daddy," he sobbed, trembling violently.

Zach rolled his eyes and kicked him to knock him onto his back. "Shut up, whore."

Luke returned from the basement with a whip, and he cracked it threateningly with a sickening grin. "What did I miss?"

Derrick smirked and forced Mitch onto his knees, shoving his cock into his mouth once again. "Suck, slut."

Mitch almost gagged, but he forced himself to obey, tears flowing flowing down his cheeks. Derrick groaned and tangled his fingers in Mitch's hair as Luke and Bryce hit him with the whip and cane. Mitch's screams and sobs were muffled by Derrick's dick.

Zach proceeded to kick Mitch in the stomach repeatedly, and the pain was too much for Mitch to handle. Lightheaded from the blood loss, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he fell unconscious.

"Fucking weak," Derrick spat, pulling back and stroking himself. Zach rolled his eyes and kicked Mitch in the head.

Bryce sighed and threw the cane to the side, waving them off. "We have to be careful, guys. If we kill him we'll get arrested for sure."

Derrick scoffed and signaled to Luke to put the whip down, kneeling on Mitch's other side. "I think he'll be fine," he said, brushing Mitch's hair aside to see the damage. "Now move, I want to finish inside of him."

Bryce cleaned Mitch up, but didn't bother to dress him. "I want him to sleep in my room," Luke declared, coming into the bathroom where they were.

Bryce sighed and held Mitch up with one arm and cleaned his wounds with the other. "Why?" he asked, annoyance clearly in his voice.

Luke smirked and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "Because I want to feel his ass against my cock all night. Besides, we have to get the smell of that other Alpha off of him. If he's next to me, my smell will replace it."

"Yes, but you aren't the one who Marked him," Bryce snapped, but Luke wasn't having any of it.

"Come on," he whined. "He always sleeps with you."

Bryce snorted and rolled his eyes, carefully wrapping a bandage around Mitch's torso. "He sleeps in the cage. Besides, you just want him in there so you can fuck him as soon as you wake up."

Luke smirked and wiggled his eyebrows, setting his hand on Mitch's bare thigh to trace patterns into his mangled skim. "Duh."

Bryce sighed and washed his hands after he'd finished treating Mitch, leaving it to Luke to hold him up. "Fine. But don't be too rough with him, we almost killed him tonight," he warned, but Luke just grinned and picked up Mitch's limp body.

"Oh, he'll be fine. We've knocked him unconscious before. Goodnight," he sang mockingly, carrying Mitch to his bedroom.

Mitch came to when Luke set him down on the bed. He was dizzy and his head was pounding, but he weakly sat up and looked around. "S-Sir?" he whimpered hoarsely, wanting Scott, but Luke crawled in bed beside him and pulled his small body into his arms.