Warning: This story includes rape, depression, suicidal thoughts, character death, violence, cussing, homoerotic relationships, self harm, and varied traumatic mental and physical conditions. Don't like don't read.

Authors Note: Hey Guys so I actually re-rote some of this chapter and will be doing the same with the rest of them, checking for mistakes c: If I miss ANYTHING I would very much appreciate if you guys would let me know! Thanks Loves! *air kisses*

Stale musty air pierces his lungs with the sickly sweet scent of newly shed blood. Death and numbness are the only remainder of the other young ones life. With his companion gone, he is now the only human left in the dingy room.

There are in fact two beings in this basement , but it would be ignorant to call that "man" bruising the young one's hips with gripping claws a human. He may be human in the flesh, but his mind...it's the mind of a monster. In no way, was it human.

He'd laugh at the desperate screams of the boy struggling under him. Even smile at the pleading and begging, only responding with,

"You're mine" before taking him once again.

For three long months the boy had been trapped in the clutches of this demon. At the young age of fourteen he would go through such torture, to wake up and wish for it all to be over.

His only friend, brought in months before him, had finally let go. He gave into the madness, no longer begging to be set free. He'd just stare at the concrete ceiling and whisper of the death and release he so desperately wished would come and take him away. For the younger boy, watching the life slowly be sucked out of his friend, even if he was truly a stranger, was the most horrific thing that had happened in these past months. Simply because he knew that could quite possibly be him in the very near future.

Once the monster realized the humanity of the older boy was gone , he no longer found him"fun". The boy wouldn't fight back when the he raped or beat him, he didn't scream anymore. So the 'man' slaughtered him, right in front of the other adolescent, and in the same breath, he forced himself upon the younger once more, with his only friends blood on his hands.

Days would pass in seconds now for the young boy, in a mix of emotional conflict and physical abuse. He'd try to tell himself it was all a dream, so to protect his mind from the reality of it all, he'd shut down. Only when the monster ascended the steps would he allow himself to feel anything-

Fear.

Whenever that monster came to check on the boy this meant one of two things, sexual and physical abuse, or mental manipulation.

In most cases it was the former, but occasionally the creature liked to toy with the small boy, Like making him believe for the slightest second he was a police officer, here to save the boy, then would reveal he was just the monster all along.

Sometimes he would even blindfold the boy and leave, then come back at a later time , sometimes days later, and mimic the boys voice, causing him to become delirious and think he had some kind of twisted echo, that wouldn't quit copying him.

It was a never ending hell for this boy.

This boy once had a name. His name, Was Ponyboy Michael Curtis. His father was a very creative man, he even had a brother named Sodapop, says so on his birth certificate.