Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Broken ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

<"Get over here now, bitch," growled Voltaire as Kai had walked back into the mansion from yet another practice. This time his battles with Dranzer were improving back to their old ways, but Kai couldn't help but feel a sense that he never would fight his battles the way he use too.

Stepping towards the taller man, Voltaire immediately jabbed a bit and bridle in between his teeth and secured it tightly around his head. It all happened so fast, the Russian was in a daze as he tried to re-gain his sense of location. But his grandfather pulled harshly on the reins attached to the bit, dragging Kai up the stairs and into one of the many bedrooms. Shutting the door behind him, Voltaire turned to rip the clothes off his grandson, until the boy was bare and shivering in the cold room with just his scarf on.


The high and mighty act was dropped, as Kai felt his mind turning into one of a five year old’s, scared and fearful of what would happen if his grandfather was upset at him. Shivering in his place, Voltaire shoved the boy down onto his fours and sat upon the boy's strong back, lifting his legs up. Kai's arms shook as he tried to hold the man up on top of him longer. Voltaire played with the crop in his hand, rubbing the leather strap at the end of it between his fingers.


"I am going to be leaving on a business trip for a few weeks, Boy," said Voltaire as if nothing was wrong with sitting his entire weight on the tired boy. "And I am going to have Balkov stay with you during my leave of absence. You are going to do all he asks or tells you to do, bitch. You understand?" Kai nodded his head. Voltaire rolled his eyes at his grandson and sent the crop flying down and up under Kai's stomach.


Biting into the rubber bit, Kai's eyes started to tear in the pain. Voltaire proceeded to slap Kai, alternating between the boy's stomach and his ass. Red and white welts appeared over his tender skin as tears started to stream down his cheeks.


Standing up and removing his own clothing, the wrinkled old man flipped Kai onto his back and brought the boy's legs up and over his shoulders, positioning himself at the entrance without so much as preparing him. Kai strained as the pain over came him with his grandfather's erection burying itself into Kai's rectum.


The pain continued to grow, even as Voltaire found his grandson's sweet spot and pounded into him as if Kai did not have a nerve in his body at all. After spilling his seed into Kai's hole, Voltaire pulled out his spent member; glistening in blood and cum. Kai rolled onto his side and curled up in a ball, trying to forget about the pain, a trail of blood seeping out of his anus.


Voltaire redressed himself without another word and left the room, leaving the bridled boy to his pain and discomfort.


Kai didn't know how long he lied there, or how long it took until he heard Balkov's voice downstairs conversing any last details with his grandfather, but he just stayed there, closing his eyes. Trying to drift off into another world in his mind, the sounds of footsteps echoed in his ear. The door handle jiggled and Kai snapped his eyes open, not daring to look. But the sound of a car driving away was heard off in the distance.


"Well, well. Looks like our fun gets to continue, little boy," smirked Balkov. Kai bit harshly down on the rubber bit and closed his eyes, his body tensed up as the footsteps proceeded to come closer and closer.


----ooooo-----


"Hey guys, have you seen Kai?" asked Tyson, yawning in the morning sun. Max, Rei, and Hilary were outside waiting for the sleeping beauty to come out from one of his never-ending slumbers. Kenny was at his house doing some last minute repairs on Dragoon. The three of them shrugged and shook their heads.


"Nope, haven't seen him since... well... last week actually," declared Max. Tyson rubbed his finger to the top of his head in thought.


"That's strange. We had practice everyday, on his orders of course..."


"You think something happened to him?" asked Hilary.


"I don't know," stated Rei carefully. "I mean, Kai can handle himself, but that is unusual for him to ditch his own set training times. Usually he's the first one here."


"Great. Now I'm worried," stated Tyson. "I'm going to phone him. Be right back."
"Kai has a phone?" asked Max.


"Everyone has a phone, Max. Kai just doesn't use it," giggled Hilary. Tyson ran back into the dojo and found his phone book and flipped through the pages for Kai's number. Finding it, he took his cordless and started to dial it. The ring tone continued on five times before he heard someone picking it up.


"Hello, is this Kai?"


"No."


"Sorry, wrong number." Tyson quickly hung up. That voice was so familiar, but it also sounded slurred, it was scary towards him. If only he could remember where that voice had come from, then maybe he'd understand why he had chills running down his back. He dialed again and he got the same five ring tones before an answer.


"Hello?" It was the same voice. This had to be Kai's number.


"Um. It's Tyson. I'm looking for Kai," stated the bluenette.


"Kai is a little tied up at the moment," stated the voice on the other end, Tyson presumed was a butler. Wait... didn't he fire them all? Then Tyson heard a muffled cry through the line, and his face turned white. "I shall tell him you called." Then the line went dead. Hilary and the boys walked in to see Tyson looking as if he had seen a ghost.


"Tyson? Are you OK? Did you get a hold of Kai?" asked Rei.


"Stop looking like that Tyson," said Max. "You're scaring us right now." Tyson shook his head and looked over at them slowly. "Tyson?" Hanging up the phone, Tyson quickly dialed it up again.


"Something's wrong guys," stated Tyson. "Hello? Emergency?...Yes. I just called a friend of mine, and it doesn't sound like he's OK? Could you go and check it out?" Rei, Max, and Hilary all turned to look at one another and their faces turned white as well. Tyson rattled off Kai's address before hanging up the phone.


"What happened on the phone?" Tyson sighed and explained his panicking reasons to his friends.


-----ooooo-----


Lying on the kitchen floor, Kai's arms were tied up behind his back as Balkov stood in front of him holding up a knife in one hand. Kai's stomach and left arm already were laced in lacerations from the drunken man.


Moving to his last arm, Balkov continued to cut the boy's arm slowly, criss crossing the paths. Cries escaped his sore throat as each new gash brought on more pain. It had been a week since his grandfather left him and every waking minute, Kai was at Balkov's mercy. Along with the lacerations, he had two black eyes, and his rib area was killing him, all from previous activities Balkov had enjoyed.


"You look so sexy when you are in pain, my boy," garbled Balkov as he slowly started to graze the knife down Kai's face and skipping over his eye. Kai's vision started to shift from normal to black to white to normal continuously as the pain was consuming him. His breath was laced in the hard Russian drink.


The blood was seeping down Kai's face, as his raccoon eyes couldn't look at the man before him. Balkov cut him down to his chin until he was tired of the knife, throwing it aside. Grabbing his bloody face, Balkov roughly shoved his tongue into Kai's mouth.


The bluenette could taste and smell the alcohol the man was laced in. But his pain was causing his body to shiver and shake as he was forced to let Balkov's tongue explore his warmed cavern, stroking every inch of his mouth.


Pulling away, Balkov grabbed onto his exposed member, as he started to stroke the naked boy. Hiccupping, Balkov grinned medivially and stood up, walking over to the counter to grab yet another drink of his precious alcohol. Drinking down what was left of the bottle, he let it drop to the floor, the glass smashing. That was when the phone rang, and Balkov brought the phone over.


The drunk laughed loudly, groping the counter for the container of salt. Pouring some over his hands, Balkov stumbled over towards the boy, falling down on him. “


“He’s a little tied up at the moment..." Kai gasped as he felt the man's hands press down into his abdomen, the salty hands. He had lost his voice now as he tried to scream the fresh new pain away.


Balkov just smiled as he continued to rub the salt into Kai's wounds. "I shall tell him you called." Getting up for another round, Balkov stopped as he turned back to face Kai. Grasping his left arm, Balkov groaned and fell to the ground flat on his face.


Kai curled up into the fetal position, as he looked towards the man with one eye. Shivering from the pain, Kai started to cry, the salty tears just hurting his laceration on his cheek. But Kai felt immune to it now, numb to it. He just continued to cry to himself and shake.


-----ooooo-----


Some time later, Balkov still had yet to get up, let alone move. Kai heard a knocking on the door and kept his head down, fearing it was his grandfather. He snapped; his mind couldn't take it anymore.


There were voices outside, but Kai couldn't make anything of it, until the door was knocked down. Three uniformed men ran in through the broken door and were running around. One of them came into the kitchen and spotted Balkov lying on the floor.


"I think I found them!" Stepping around the body, the officer's eyes came to see the shivering boy, immediately recognizing his shark fin cheeks to be those of the famous Kai Hiwatari. "Holy shit..."


The rest of the officers ran in to see the sight. One quickly called in for an ambulance, while the first one walked towards the frightened boy.


"It's OK, Kai," stated the officer. "We're here to help you. Let me get that off your wrist." His voice was so utterly calm while he tried to convince the beyblade champion he was no threat to him. But the boy tried to hide himself as much as he possibly could, feeling his head become rather light and his vision failing him as he continued to rest in a pool of his blood.
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