Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Together In Our World Alone ❯ Dead to the world ( Chapter 10 )

This chapter is dedicated to all of you who've been bugging me with e-mails for this to come out already! Here it is, and I must warn some of you out there that this is a very depressing chapter. We're going to check out what happened to Sora in the past three months following his disappearance.

This chapter contains non-con and rape, so those of you who are sensitive to these themes please don't read.

 

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10: Dead to the world

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The world could end now.

 

The kiss felt cold and slimy, like it always did, but this time he didn't even shudder at the unwanted contact. Sora just lay there, rolled on his side; abdomen covered in streaks of semen, some of it his own.

Clothing rustled in the quiet night as it got put on hastily and Sora just laid there, his eyes staring at the full moon outside the balcony windows, but seeing nothing.

The door whispered shut and Sora didn't move, just lay there, naked and alone.

Dead to the world.

 

He remembered the sun, shining brightly through the small windows of the plane, waking him up from his tears induced slumber after his last phone call to Riku. The phone was still lying in his hand and the insurmountable urge to call him again had taken him over, only to find that the device had run out of battery. He had cried more tears after that, the fear of not knowing what was to happen to him or where he had landed overwhelming him. The makeshift bed he had been in stretched from one side to the other, leaving very little room in the small space he had been confined in. Sora had crawled over to the nearest window and looked outside. The plane had been descending for a while now and he had seen them flying from the sea over to the land.

45 minutes later, he watched as they manoeuvred passed a French flag.

 

“Bienvenue a l'aéroport Nice Côte d'Azur—”

 

He was in France. They had kidnapped him all the way to France.

Two men were walking down the Arrivals Hall with him, one on each side. When he'd been let off the plane, one of them had calmly flashed the gun underneath his vest at him, reminding him who he was with and to not even think of trying anything. Sora had silently acted accordingly and followed them obediently even if he felt he'd faint from his growing anxiety. There were so many people around; none of them were even paying attention to him or the two imposing men he was flanked by. Wasn't there a `help' sign plastered on his forehead for all to see?

They left the hall and walked towards a new boarding hall and a helicopter platform. An imposing black helicopter was waiting for them and he was ushered in, sandwiched between his two bodyguards on the small bench, flying away for the Principality of Monaco 5 minutes later.

He couldn't hold his tears back anymore and they escaped silently. There was no point in hiding them now; they had taken everything away. He sniffled and was surprised to see a handkerchief fill his watery view, held out by the hulky brown haired man on his right.

“Take it,” his voice sounded gruff through the headphones he was wearing. It wasn't really commanding, but he took the tissue anyway.

Sora wiped away his tears and cleaned his nose. He took a breath and closed his eyes, willing himself to stop shaking.

“Hey kid.”

A hand landed on his right knee and he instinctively jerked away.

“Hey.”

He looked at the man who had given him the tissue with distrusting eyes, caught between the two of them.

“My advice to you is to get over it,” he said calmly, his blue eyes gentle orbs in his bulky face. “The live you led this far is over, you won't ever return.”

It wasn't quite a threat, but more a factual statement, which made his situation worse for it almost annihilated any hope of him seeing his homeland and family permanently.

But Sora kept his eyes fixed on the other man defiantly, refusing to even let go of that last shred of hope inside.

“Bloody hell Aeleus, who cares?” the man on Sora's left rolled his eyes turning his head to look at the scenery outside. “Jesus man.”

Aeleus huffed and smiled softly, but didn't say anything, letting a strange silence to fill the small space.

Sora slowly took his former position on the bench between the two men, warily watching both of them as they both looked out of their respective windows. He realized with some shock that these men had done jobs like these before and that whatever awaited Sora wasn't something they wished for anyone.

He gulped as he stared at his joined hands in his lap, “What are they going to do to me?” he whispered, trying with all his might to keep his voice from trembling.

The blonde man with the pierced ears grunted in annoyance. “Holy fuck….”

Sora could definitely hear the apprehension in the guy's voice and a new found panic bubbled up in his throat. Just remember, you're keeping Riku safe with this.

“We don't know, kid,” Aeleus answered apologetically, his eyes soft. “We only had orders to bring you here.”

“Oh...” Sora whispered with a nod. He wouldn't have taken any comfort in whatever other answer they would've given him anyway. As long as he could preserve Riku's memory alive in his mind, he'd survive anything. And that was a given.

They all felt the engine losing altitude a few moments later.

“Come on, let's get this done,” the blonde man murmured deep in his throat as he shifted to open the door once the helicopter landed on a private helipad on top of an enormous villa.

Aeleus gave Sora a court nod and he followed his companion outside.

 

 

The bright Mediterranean sun blinded him when he stepped out, the oppressing heat nearly choking him with the first gulp of Monegasque air he breathed in.

“Is that him?”

Sora peered from behind his two guards at the person whose gruff voice he just heard. It was a freakishly tall, black haired young man with rich green eyes and high cheek bones. He couldn't have been older than Riku, with his big hands resting on his narrow hips and a soft smile playing on his full lips as he playfully tried to look at Sora from between the two imposing men.

“Hey there.”

Sora froze slightly, standing upright as he approached him with a stretched out hand. Sora stared at it with apprehension, taking a step back.

He kneeled in front of the brunette, flashing him one of the whitest smiles he had ever seen.

“If this was any other situation, I'd ask you to not be frightened,” he whispered softly, his eyes reflecting the gentleness of his voice. “But I know you probably are already, so all I can do is try and relieve you of it, even if it's just temporary.”

Sora took a breath and found to his horror that tears were threatening to spill again. He braced his left arm against his right one, hugging himself as he tried to keep himself from breaking down. He had promised himself that he'd be strong… for himself, for his family, for Riku…

“It's okay.”

Sora sniffled and turned away, biting his lower lip. What did he know?! How could he even say that it was okay? It wasn't okay, nothing would ever be okay!

“Here. Take this.”

The pristine white handkerchief was swaying slightly in the refreshing breeze and Sora only stared at it from the corner of his eye, wanting to run from this man with the kind eyes and understanding smile, from the henchmen just standing there and letting it all happen, from the unfairness, the injustice and powerlessness he felt taking over, making him fall on his knees.

“Nothing will make you forget him, so don't let yourself forget him.”

Those words, whispered comfortingly against his left ear, had helped him through the next three months, given him strength and endurance when everything persisted on crushing his spirit.

 

-3 Months later-

 

A soft, wet cloth gently swept over his shivering body, closely followed by warm and calming hands. A sigh escaped him and he closed his eyes with a sigh, expulsing the angst and disgust he felt with it.

“Another one, huh?”

Sora nodded, but didn't speak, still entranced by the pale enchantment the moon outside provided.

Tender lips descended upon his left hip and he winced, the bite mark still fresh and stinging.

“At least this time he didn't tear your skin--”

“I don't know how much longer—”

“I'm here.”

Sora sniffled and curled himself up in a tight ball. “I can't,” he whimpered. “I can't anymore, Nate…”

Nate crawled over his body and settled behind him, spooning him against him. “I'm so sorry…”

The tears now flew unchecked from his eyes as Nate placed his arms around him and one hand on his hair, stroking it gently. “His memory was the only thing that kept me from completely dying inside. What am I supposed to do now? What is left for me in this life?”

“Your family, your friends…”

Sora moaned quietly and shook his head. “I can't face them, not anymore, not after all of this—”

Nathan closed his eyes and held him closer. Over the past three months, he had come to care for Sora like one would for a little brother. He could see the person he had been before he had been taken away from his peaceful life and it hurt him to know that that joyful character had probably gone forever now, gone like the love of his life.

“Don't let them have it, Sora,” he whispered into his hair. “Don't let them have the satisfaction of seeing you broken… I'll help you through it, I'll be anything you want me to be, but don't let them have the most precious thing you still possess.”

“I don't have anything left…”

“You do,” Nathan pressed on, tightening his grip. “You still have yourself to stay faithful to. Don't let them take that away from you too.”

Sora whimpered softly into the pillow, burying his face in it. He wanted out of this life, out of the situation he found himself in. There was nothing left for him in this world; he didn't want to be here anymore. He just wanted to be where Riku was.

Nathan held him all night appeasing his deepest fears and soothing the worst of his pains, knowing that it was all he could do at the present time.

 

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The seagulls screeched over the inhabited hill stretching out below the villa terrace, the day announcing itself to be hot and sweltering.

The paper was folded open in front of him and his tired eyes landed on it, arduously reading the headline splattered across the front page.

 

“Riku Masako: Accident or Premeditated?”

 

Sora pushed the paper away with a lustless gesture, leaving his breakfast plate untouched.

Xehanort took a sip of his coffee and watched the brunette quietly, smiling to himself. “I heard you had an unexpected visitor last night, Sora. You seem worn out, I take it you both enjoyed yourselves?”

Sora looked at him now, his eyes cold and distant as he slowly said, “I know he did, but next time I plan on enjoying myself as well.”

A pale eyebrow rose in silent amusement and he gave a pleased nod in acknowledgement. “I'm sure Kadaj would be pleased to indulge you with his most sincere affections.”

Sora chuckled humorlessly at that. “Mind you,” he said in a soft tone, his blue eyes holding the older man's in a tight grip, “I plan on enjoying myself next time… as I slit his throat oh so slowly and then watch his vile blood stain the sheets while he chokes in it.”

The cup of coffee slipped out of Xehanort's hand and fell onto the floor. The smile he wore before was gone and replaced by a thin line of pressed lips, the sparkle of amusement vanished from his pale amber eyes.

Sora stood and turned without another word, leaving the terrace and entering the coolness of the house.

A contemplative expression formed on Xehanort's face and he sat back against his chair.

His phone then rang and he picked it up from where it was lying next to his plate on the table.

“There's no trace of him in passenger records or of any male resembling him in morgues. If he escaped, he hid his tracks extremely well. We'll continue on searching.”

He hung up and sat silently for a while, looking out over the Mediterranean in the distance.

“If you think you can fool us, you're sadly mistaken, Riku,” he smirked to himself. “I won't believe you dead before I see your ensanguined body lifelessly lying at my feet.”

 

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Nathan stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing than a towel low on his hips. He used another one to dry his hair with as he made his way to his dresser to find underwear.

“I'm going to kill him.”

He turned towards his king-size bed to find Sora sitting at the end of it, wearing snow white sweatpants and a white sleeveless top. He took the towel on his head off and walked to the smaller male, sitting next to him.

Sora was looking at him, his eyes hardened with determination.

Nathan threw the wet towel in the nearby laundry bin and fixed his eyes on Sora's. “And then what?”

“I don't care,” Sora answered between gritted teeth, eyes filling with tears. “I won't stand that man touching me again!”

“Hey,” Nathan whispered, his large hand cupping Sora's left cheek. Sora pushed it away. “Hey!” he said again, gripping his face with both hands now. “Listen to me!” he said through gritted teeth, keeping his voice low. Sora stilled immediately, but his eyes kept their defiant edge. “You can't say things like that. Not now. Not here.”

“Why not?” Sora whispered back harshly, his voice and lips trembling with barely concealed rage. “I'll kill each and every last one of them if I have to! They didn't keep their word; they had Riku killed! Why should I just roll over and accept that without doing anything?!” he got up and turned to Nathan, eyes aflame, voice angry beyond control. “He was the love of my life!” he yelled, knowing that there were guards right outside the door. “The love of my life,” he then whispered to Nathan in a pleading tone, his voice breaking.

Nathan took him into his arms and held him tightly to him, supporting him as he broke down in more tears and wordless wails. “I understand Sora…” he said against his hair. “I do…”

“Then why don't you let me?” Sora whimpered brokenly, holding on to him in his desolation. “You told me… they took you away from your family too. How can you accept what they've made you become?”

Nathan smiled into his hair and shook his head slightly. “That's the thing, Sora. They haven't turned me into anything.”

Sora took a step back and they stared at each other for a few moments.

“They never turned me into something. I never let them.”

Confusion etched over the brunette's face. “But the clients and the…” he shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself, refusing to feel the ghost hands run all over his body.

“Just because they make me bed with men against my will, doesn't make me a whore. I never had low self-esteem issues and I'm not going to let them take what's left of it away. Never. I am who I choose to be.” Nathan looked into his eyes intently. “If you let them take everything away, you'll become no better than they are.”

“Fuck…” Sora whimpered, closing his eyes and looking away, his entire body trembling. He knew Nathan was right, but it was so damn hard to not just give into this pent up rage and anger.

“Hey,” Nathan whispered, making Sora look at him again. “Do you think Riku would want you to become a killer?”

“Nate…” Sora murmured pleadingly, shaking his head. “It's so hard.”

He nodded, reaching out to him again. “I'm glad you came to me.”

Sora smiled a little and leaned into his touch, placing a hand against his holding his face. “There's no one else I can turn to in this goddamned place…”

Nathan moved closer and brought his other hand on his other cheek. “I'm here,” he said, wiping away the tears rolling down Sora's face.

“Nate…”

“It's alright…” he whispered, kissing his cheek softly and slowly working his way up towards his full lips. “I'm here, Sora…”

 

Afterwards, they lay on the bed, entangled in the sheets and each other, staring into the other's eyes.

“I think I'm going to be late…” Sora whispered with a small, sleepy smile as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “I'm supposed to open the gallery today… ”

“Then I indeed think you're going to be late,” Nathan whispered with a dreamy smile of his own, his right hand resting lightly on the brunette's left hip.

“Yeah…” Sora sighed, closing his eyes and snuggling closer to him.

Nathan watched him succumb to sleep a few moments later and leaned in to land a soft kiss on his forehead.

After their first meeting on the helicopter pad on the top of the villa three months ago, he had immediately become attached to the little brunette and they had become more and more familiar with each other before becoming friends, then confidants and finally lovers. That last stage of their relationship had only begun two weeks ago on a stormy and particularly emotional night for Sora after Kadaj had brutally abused of him. They sought each other up for comfort and somehow found it in each other's arms in bed. He had known to not expect too much from this new turn, but Sora seemed to find great solace in being with him and therefore never asked about how he felt about it with Riku in the back of his mind, even though Nathan knew Sora struggled with it in his own time.

He watched this young man that had been through so much in his short life and wished with all his heart that no matter what lay in store for him, he'd still maintain that immaculate innocence he saw shining through his eyes now and then.

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Gallerie Montesquieu was located in the centre of the city, on a high-class shopping boulevard a couple of miles away from the beach.

 

Sora was currently on the top floor of the gallery, checking the list of artworks that needed to be moved to the Locker for the inventory of later that week. He turned to the two workmen standing next to a gigantic block of crafted marble and nodded towards them, pointing with his pen in the direction of the service elevator at the other end of the floor. “That one too, please,” he said.

The men nodded and went to work in silence. Sora took a last look around the emptied space and nodded. The gallery was presenting the works of a new artist tonight and they needed this floor to display her works.

Sora glanced at his watch and groaned, “For the love of—”

He had been calling the delivery company for over a week now, and they had guaranteed him that the collection would be brought in in time for the exposition, which was but 4 hours away now.

Sora descended the stairs to his office on the first floor. “Emma,” he asked his secretary, “have you heard from those chuckleheads yet?”

“Non, monsieur,” the pretty brunette said with a shake of her curls and an amused smile. “They `aven't yet.” She handed him a document holder, “Monsieur Xehanort faxed dhis through for you a little while ago.”

“Thanks,” he whispered, quickly stepping out of the office with his heart thundering in his chest.

He knew what it was that he held in his hand, it was the same thing every month.

The list of men he would have to charm tonight at the reception.

Sora took a breath to calm himself and leant against the wall just outside the office, needing a few moments to recompose himself. The men he was forced to offer his charms to were often high muckamucks in the business world that Xehanort wanted to influence in becoming potential clients of the Nobuhiro Zaibatsu, now renamed Nobuhiro Financial Conglomerate. It wasn't even something the company relied on, but it kept Sora and others in his situation out of the big boss's hair and most importantly; obedient and mute. This job as manager was just something to keep Sora busy, something Xehanort had offered to him as a reprieve, something that would help him ground himself better in his new life.

Strangely enough, it did help Sora on some days… there were even days when he had been able to smile aboveboard, when he had enjoyed selling artworks to rich and even famous people.

But it never helped him forget what he had sacrificed.

“Hello…?”

Sora pushed himself away from the wall and quickly wiped off some stray tears. A potential costumer had just walked in.

“Hello, anyone here?”

“May I help you?” Sora asked with a soft smile, descending the last flight of steps leading to the ground floor and main exhibition hall.

The young, blond woman twirled around at the sound of his voice, taking off her too large, designer sunglasses. Her big green eyes twinkled happily at the sight of him and she grinned a big toothed smile his way. “Hi, I was wondering if it's possible to rent artwork here. Is it? Because I have seen this marvelous Matrenkaja hanging from outside the display window and I just want it in my house for this party I'm organizing at the end of the month.”

Sora chuckled a little at the amazing speed she was propelling those words out of her mouth and the absolute rich-girl air she was giving off with it. Some people really lived in a reality of their own…

“Yes,” he answered with a smile, looking up at the painting in question, “we do rent out paintings and sculptures.” He resisted a giggle at her enthusiastic squeal, “Perhaps if you are interested in more work from Matrenkaja, you can come to her exhibition tonight.”

“Oh, it would be absolutely wonderful if you could put me on the guest list!” she exclaimed breathlessly, “I would love to meet her, she is my hero!”

Sora smiled politely and moved to the reception desk behind him. “Have you studied art?”

“Yes,” she nodded, rumbling around in her over-sized golden Gucci bag and taking out a contact card. “In Paris last summer. Ugh! I completely fell in love with the city!”

Sora took the card she was holding out and began writing down the information he needed on the guest list of tonight's event. “I hear it's gorgeous during summer,” he glanced at the card again, “Miss Heartly.”

“It is! It absolutely is!” she said, making a definite movement with her perfectly manicured right hand. She then looked around and frowned, “At what time is this exhibition?”

“8.30, miss.”

She bit her lower lip and leaned in a little, “Do you think I could get a sneak peak?”

Sora shook his head a little and grinned, “Don't you think I'd lose my job?” Not even if I did show her, he thought.

“Oh! Of course!” she said with an embarrassed chuckle, “What was I thinking! I'm so sorry!”

Sora shook his head, “No it's alright,” he shrugged, “There is nothing up there to show yet, anyway. We are still waiting for the transport company that's supposed to bring the collection in.”

“Whoa, that's going to be a close call.”

He sighed and looked at his watch again, “I'm afraid so.”

“Hey, what company is it anyway?”

“Ilford Transport, why?”

She suddenly grinned widely and took a bottle of water out of her bag. “Those people are such screw ups, they probably lost the cargo by now.”

Sora frowned, mildly worried, “Have you done business with them before?”

She took a sip from the bottle and shook her head, “No, but they're my father's main competition.”

“Your father owns a transport company?”

She nodded, “Yeah, well, transport and warehousing. `Kingdom Logistics'. Here,” she handed him another card with the information. “They can get the artwork here in an hour if it's stored nearby.”

“Yeah,” Sora said with enthusiasm, “It's stored at a warehouse near the Port of Fontvielle.”

“That's absolutely not far from here!” she said with unmasked surprise.

Sora nodded, “Which tempts me even more to call your father's company…”

She placed a hand on his arm and smiled, “Hey, you have to do what you have to do, right? I'm not forcing your arm here or anything.”

“What?” Sora laughed, “Those idiots from Ilford promised to deliver like a week ago, but every time they postponed it and now look where I'm at.”

“Alright, let me call my father's company, maybe I can get them to deliver even faster!” she said with a wink, taking out her strass-covered cell phone.

“Oh, but I couldn't ask—”

“No problem!” she said over her shoulder with a grin. “And by the way, my name is Riquelle, but friends call me Rikka.”

Sora rose a brow at how similar to Riku her name sounded and before he knew it, he nodded in acknowledgement. “I'm Sora.”

“Nice to meet you,” she giggled before her attention went to her phone again.

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The night was hot and sweltering as expected and the art exhibition was a complete success; they had sold over three quarters of the entire collection in a few hours.

“Congratulations, Sora, you have done well with your preparations.”

Sora turned from his leaning position against the balcony railing outside the galleries' first floor. “Mr Norbert, you've made it.”

“Yes,” the middle aged, bald man said with a smirk, “I wouldn't have missed it for the world, no matter what that damn doctor says.” He made his way over to the young male, his cane hitting the paved floor rhythmically with every other step. He placed an encouraging hand on the brunette's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. “I heard you were quite in a predicament before opening tonight?”

“Yes sir, the collection arrived only 3 hours before it was to be exposed,” Sora explained to the owner of the gallery. “If it hadn't been for Miss Heartly, I don't know when the artwork would've arrived.”

“I trust you have dismissed the company you asked help from before?”

“Oh yes, I will never work with them again.”

“Good, good…” he coaxed Sora back into the crowded room, leaning a little on Sora with an arm. “And this Miss Heartly, who is she?”

“She is here,” Sora said with a smirk and a nod in the direction of the cute blonde standing a few feet away in a sober black dress, staring at a vivaciously colored painting with a dreamy smile on her blood red lips. “Right over there. She is an avid fan of the artist.”

“Oh, is she now?” George Norbert whispered with interest.

“Shall I introduce you?” Sora asked with a knowing smile.

“No, no… that's fine, son…”

“Alright,” Sora whispered. He then watched him go to her and saw them striking up a conversation.

He spotted Xehanort and Nathan a few moments later, talking to a young man Sora recognized as the director of a local shipping company and another guy dressed completely in black he did not recognize. He quickly avoided them by taking a left after the statue of the ecstatic man and slipping into the men's bathroom.

His back hurt, his thighs hurt, his arms hurt and he was pretty sure the hairs on the back of his neck hurt.

“God…” he whispered to himself as he looked at his tired face in the mirror. He just needed to breathe, even it was but for a minute. These expositions were nothing but a cover-up for what happened in the basement. And tonight he wouldn't be part of it if he could escape it.

“Having a rough night?”

Sora nearly jumped a hole in the ceiling. “Nate!” he whispered through gritted teeth, holding on to his chest in an attempt to slow his heartbeat.

“Hello to you too,” the other brunette said, caressing a soft kiss onto Sora's right cheek. “I saw you coming in here. Although `sneaking' would be a more appropriate word.”

Sora scowled at him through the mirror and leant onto the sink with a tired sigh. “I'm sneaking out later, I don't care.”

Nathan wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his chin in the crook of his shoulder, giving him a contemplative look in the mirror. “No one's stopping you,” he said and Sora released himself from his grip with a roll of his eyes.

“I just want to go sleep.”

Nathan only stared at him.

“Whatever.” Sora walked passed him and exited.

“There you are, Sora.”

He cringed slightly and slowly turned apprehensively.

This was exactly what he had feared all night.

“Are you somehow avoiding me?”

His voice hitched in his throat. “Kadaj,” he whispered flatly, his heart dancing a mad tango in his chest.

That smile, that leery, deceptive smile was etched on his face. The one that told Sora he should run, run now or live through the promises that smile guaranteed.

But his feet did not move. He was pinned to the floor, standing there, waiting for his worst nightmare to come true. Again.

“Hey, baby,” Kadaj breathed into his ear, fingers slipping through his hair to keep him close. He moaned softly, his excitement evident when he bit into the higher shell of Sora's right ear and Sora whimpered. “Did you miss me? I couldn't stop thinking about you all day. My dick just wouldn't stand down…”

Sora stood there, still as rigid as a plank, hands balled on each side of his body, eyes directed up to the ceiling, emotionlessly staring as the horny whispers in his ears continued.

There was no escaping it now. Not anymore.

“You have no idea what you do to me… Those pouty lips of yours… how I'd love to see them wrapped around my cock again… hear those sounds you make while I fuck your little tight ass over and over… hmmm—”

Sora got pushed into a dark corner of the hallway they were in, crushed between Kadaj's body and the wall behind him, gasping out softly at the pain at the back of his skull. “Kadaj, you're hurting me.”

Kadaj chuckled lowly in his throat and pushed some of Sora's hair back so he could lick a broad stripe up his throat and then nibble on his ear again. “You've never been too shy of pain before…”

“Stop…” he breathed, eyes averted from his face, “Not here…”

Kadaj smirked and let go of him, licking his lips as he admired his work. “You're so fucking beautiful.”

Sora pushed himself away from the wall and shakily took a few steps in the direction of the stairs, searching for support on the railing when he reached it. He felt so tired and honestly did not believe he'd survive another night with that monster right now. Sora glanced at the reception going on in the nearby room and shivered when Kadaj came to block his only escape route.

Kadaj shook his shoulder length silver hair out of his slanted green eyes and grinned, placing a hand around the smaller male's waist. “Let's go.”

His body screamed `no' and he struggled a little as he was pulled onto his feet. “Please, I just—”

“Hey! Sora!”

They both looked into the direction of the reception room and saw Riquelle Heartly coming towards them with an excited grin.

Kadaj loosened his grip on him and let Sora walk over to her. “H-hey, Rikka… are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah,” she said breathlessly, her smile wavering a little as she noted the solid grip the silver haired man had on Sora's right arm. “Are you leaving?”

“N-no,” Sora whispered, pulling his arm away from Kadaj, “I'm not going anywhere, we were just talking. Can I help you with anything?”

Not wanting to make a scene, Kadaj let the statement stand, but his lips were now curled into an ugly sneer.

“Oh,” she whispered, averting her eyes away from Kadaj. “Well, I was wondering if you'd like to come to my cocktail party at the end of the month. I would love to have you there, so I can have someone to talk Art with.”

“I would love—”

“I'm sorry,” Kadaj interrupted him, smiling disdainfully at her and placing his arm around Sora's waist again. “At the end of the month I'm taking Sora on a yacht-trip on the Mediterranean.” He then turned to the brunette on his arm, “Did you forget, babe?”

Sora rolled his eyes to the floor and closed them. It had been foolish to hope for an escape in the form of this gentle young lady.

“Excuse me, I believe we haven't been properly introduced,” Rikka spoke diplomatically; though it was evident she was trying to keep her annoyance under the surface. “You are…?”

“Kadaj Aikuro, vice president of—”

“The new Nobuhiro Conglomerate,” she interrupted him with an unimpressed expression. “I thought I recognized you from somewhere.”

“I see my reputation has preceded me…” Kadaj said with fake humbleness.

She rose an eyebrow at that and held out her hand. “Riquelle Heartly.”

“Nice to meet you, Miss Heartly.” He took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

“So, obviously my invitation comes a little too late,” Rikka said, her eyes watching Sora intently. “Too bad.”

“Yes, too bad indeed…” Kadaj said, sneering again. “Come on,” he kissed Sora on his temple, “I'm tired.”

In a moment of panic, Sora reached out to Rikka with a strained smile, consequently startling her with his abruptness. “I'm sorry I forgot I had plans already.”

“That's alright, Sora,” she whispered with a comforting smile. “Perhaps some other time.”

“I'd love to,” he whispered back, tears prickling behind his eyes. They let each other go.

“Take care of yourself, Sora,” she said softly. “Mister Aikuro,” she lowered her head slightly in a nod and began to turn back to the reception.

“Enough of this,” Kadaj said, yanking Sora in the direction of the stairs now, nearly making him trip over his own feet.

Sora only winced, but didn't protest, having accepted his fate.

Yet he just couldn't be a silent warrior like Nate was; accepting the consecutive blows to his dignity without batting an eye. He hated this man with all his heart, so much he was certain he was capable of murder if given the chance. He didn't want to, but he felt cornered and couldn't wait any longer. No one was coming for him; it was a hope he had quickly buried on his second day here. He had to dig his own way out. He had nothing left to lose.

`What about your friends and family?'

Each time he thought about them, the hole inside him became darker. If he escaped, he'd be able to warn them, have them run away, leave Astoria to someplace safer… Maybe—

When the blow came, he hadn't seen it coming. It was the throbbing pain and the coppery taste in his mouth that brought him back to the present.

They had gotten to the basement of the building and they were now standing in the corridor leading to the Locker. No one would come here at this hour of the night and the monster knew this.

“What are you waiting for?”

He was harshly pushed down onto his knees on the hard concrete floor, right in front of his rigid, weeping cock.

“Kadaj—”

Before his protest could come to a close, his mouth was filled with the bitter taste of a hard pulsing dick and he gagged, tears filling his eyes as he tried to breathe, tried to crane his head in the direction the hands pulling on his hair urgently requested. He ignored the rapid stabs to the back of his throat and repressed his gag reflex the best he could, taking in shaky breaths through his nose.

“Look at me.”

Sora did, opening his teary eyes, staring at him with all the defiance he could muster, wanting to bite his dick off.

“Do it and you know what awaits you,” Kadaj smirked, his right hand caressing the bulge on the brunette's left cheek, loving the knowledge that it was him in there, fucking this pretty thing's mouth.

Sora knew all too well what happened the last time he tried to bite Kadaj's masculine pride… the welts on his inner thighs had kept him from sitting comfortably for a whole week and the bruises on his ankles and wrists had hurt for days.

So he kept quiet, listening intently to Kadaj's breathing pattern, hoping for that one guttural groan that would announce the end of his ordeal.

The groan came, sooner than he had anticipated, and he prepared himself for the searing rush down his throat, closing his eyes tightly.

What he hadn't anticipated was the dull sound of a fist connecting with flesh and Kadaj's startled grunt as he was knocked out cold. Sora opened his eyes and found everything to still be black. He let go of the cock and blindly stood to his feet, feeling around him for the wall and finding the unconscious body of Kadaj lying at his feet. He took three startled steps back and bumped into something—or rather, someone and gasped.

“What—?”

“Shh… don't be afraid…”

Sora froze.

“It'll all be over soon. Hold on just a little longer, I'm here now. Nothing will ever keep me away from you again.”

Strong arms wrapped around him and Sora trembled, not believing it was happening, not believing it was even possible.

Was it a dream? Oh please, let it be a dream… he couldn't bare being deceived in this reality again…

“Look out for me when you least expect it.”

And with that the warm body was gone and the darkness around him was lifted, leaving him shivering in the corridor.

Sora slid down to the floor, his heart beating madly, his body tingling with renewed hope.

“Oh thank God…” he whimpered, covering his mouth as the tears rolled down his cheeks. “Thank God… you're not dead…”

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To be continued…

 

-BDP-