Losing The One You Love

Death Is Calling

It had been so long since the boys had been abducted that they lost track of the day, even the time. Has it been a week, a month, several months, who knows. All they know if they weren't getting out of this hell any time soon.

Beam spent most of his spare time, when he wasn't tied down, wrapped in Forth's big, strong yet loving arms. He would of given up long ago if not for Forth's constant reassurance that everything will be ok. He may not believe it himself but he didn't want Beam to suffer more than he already has. Forth would always love Beam, even with his scars, and he never failed to remind Beam of that every day. The days were getting worse, his torture was becoming more extreme and he didn't know how much more his body could take before it completely gave out. He was holding on but barely, his life force was slowly draining. Forth wasn't much better. Sure he was physically ok, but to watch your loved one suffer like that takes its toil. Forth begged them to let him takes Beam's place, seeing how much Beam struggled each day, but  no one listened, forcing Beam to endure every punishment.

Forth would hold onto Beam for as long as possible, even while they slept, scared that it would be the last time he would get to hold his precious baby again. They would both cry themselves to sleep, this torture was never ending and neither one could do anything to stop it. Beam wasn't just physically scarred, he was becoming emotionally scarred too, just like Forth. Even if they somehow managed to escape they would never go back to who they once were. This living hell had changed them forever, there's no denying that. Would they even be able to face the real world again, or will this torment destroy their lives for good?

Ming and Kit were just as bad. Ming had to constantly watch his boyfriend get rapped over and over again till Kit passed out. What made it worse was they made Kit have sex in so many different positions, not just on the bed. Kit's body and mind were long gone, he was just an empty shell of his former self. Without Ming by his side he would of lost his will to live a long time ago. Neither one wanted this but they couldn't stop it, no matter how hard they tried. 

One day Kit had finally had enough, he couldn't take another day of their abuse, so he decided to end it all. While the men were briefly distracted Kit took a small, sharp knife one of the men had brought in and quickly hid it under his pillow, before they began their assault. Once the men had left after their fun, and Kit had woken up he quickly grabbed the little knife. Ming was shocked when he saw Kit holding the knife, unsure of what he had planned. "I can't take this anymore Ming. We're never getting out of here, and I'm tired of being forced into sex. I want out of this mess" Kit cried out. Ming looked into Kit's eyes and saw he was so defeated, he was at his end. He loved Kit so much, he couldn't bare to live without him but he could see Kit was broken beyond repair. He slowly took the knife from Kit and spoke softly "I can't live without you and if this is what you want I will go with you. We're in this together, through thick and thin. I love you Kitkat" as he then kissed Kit deeply before bringing the knife to Kit's wrist. 

Before either one could do anything the door flew open and the 4 men walked back in. They quickly grabbed the knife out of Ming's hand before throwing him hard on the ground just in front of Kit. One of the men then forcefully grabbed Kit and pushed him up against the wall before he harshly thrusted into Kit's tight hole, causing him to tear again. While Kit was being raped yet again the other 3 men attacked Ming, beating the stuffing out of him. Ming just laid there taking the beating as he couldn't do anything to prevent it. Kit was crying, not just from being forcefully taken but forced to watch the love of his life being bashed so badly. Ming was bleeding in several places and probably had a few broken bones from all the fierce attacks directed at him. This went on for a few hours before the men grew tired and left them alone. This time Kit wasn't the only one who had passed out, Ming was out like a light.

Yo was in his own little nightmare. Ever since Pha's massive outburst things haven't been the same. Yes Pha did apologise for his sudden rage explosion but it didn't nothing to calm Yo down. Pha was still on edge, the slightest thing would set him off again so Yo kept his mouth shut as much as possible, just going alone with everything Pha said or did. The light that once burned so bright in Yo had died, he was now a soulless, empty vessel, waiting for death to take him away from this. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life as Pha's sex slave/punching bag, he wanted his life back. He missed his friends and his family and the thought of either set his tears off again. Yo was so exhausted from all this, his body was too weak and fragile to take too much more of this, yet Pha never went easy on him, making Yo take the full force of his actions, even if it caused Yo unimaginable pain.

Pha was at it again. It used to be just sex but since his melt down earlier he hasn't been able to contain himself. Lately he's been forcing Yo to take a massive beating before he'd fucked Yo too hard, not caring about his little baby. It's like the love he claimed to have for Yo suddenly disappeared and now Yo was nothing more than his play toy. Yo could barely move by the 3rd day of Pha's escalation. He had several cuts and bruises and a few broken bones, none of which seemed to bother Pha as he would take Yo over and over again until he was satisfied, despite Yo's constant screams of pain. It hurt so much that Yo felt like if it kept up he would die, not that he would mind. He was  praying for the sweet release of death to finally take him away from this madness, to finally set him free. 

All 5 boys were slowly dying, their will to live was fading fast and if they were stuck in this nightmare any longer they would burn out. There would be nothing left to take because they wouldn't be around to take it from. They had given up any hope of ever being rescued, fearing that this was their fate. There was nothing left for them, nothing but the sweet call of death that was begging them to take it, take the easy way out because it was sure as hell better then being left to suffer though this hell for the rest of their lives. Death's call was too tempting to resist, each of them wanting it more and more each day. It wouldn't be long before it grabbed a hold of them and never let go.