*Gerard’s POV*

“Out of all the memories, everything I’ve seen through you and other victims…raping your best friend is defiantly the best!” After hours of ripping through my head, Zephyr appeared again. We were back in the blood stained room, however the Shmigs were nowhere to be found. I was strapped down to a chair, my hands pulled down against the back legs. My shirt was ripped open down the front, pulled to the side reviling my chest and stomach.

“I didn’t rape him! Ghoul is my best friend I wouldn’t even think of doing something like that to him!” Zephyr was circling me again. I couldn’t get a good look at him because of the way I was positioned in the chair, but I could hear him chuckle, I knew he found this all amusing.

“Sure you didn’t.” The tone in his voice was sarcastic, as he walked in front of me. He walked over to a small desk, picking up what looked to be some remote, and a sharpie. He sat down in his wheelchair, sighing before he rolled himself back over to me. Making a dot on my stomach just below my ribs, dead center on my gut. He chuckled slightly then hit a button on the remote. I let out a whimper as the straps that were holding my hands and legs got tighter, yanking me farther down, causing my back to arch up. “I asked you a question earlier Mr. Way; were you an alcoholic?”

“And I told you to fuck off!” I took a sharp breath, as Zephyr reached out pushing down on my right shoulder, causing it to buckle and probably dislocating itself.

“Thrashing out at me isn’t going to help your situation now.” He hit another button; nothing happened for a few seconds, but about a gallon of ice water was then dumped on me. I couldn’t help but shake as the frozen water dripped off my body, looking up to see an open latch dripping water down. “Your memories speak enough for you…” He hit the same button again. Another gallon crashing down on me wasn’t so bad that it was just water, but it stung and actually hurt when it hit my bare flesh.

“Alright! I was sorta an alcoholic! I stopped though! Happy now?!” He gave me a twisted smirk then hit that damn button again. This time a sob escaped; I was shivering, my clothes were soaked and dripping, and I could feel myself getting sick. “What d-do you want from m-me?” I hated the sound of my voice, but between my body trying to regain its normal temperature, and the pain I was feeling, it’s all that I could manage.

“Answers…” Zephyr moved some of my wet hair from my face; bring his mouth close to my ear, “I want you to admit it.” I felt him place something against my stomach, but I didn’t get the chance to look as he pulled my head back. “I want you to admit what you did.” He pushed the object harder against my stomach.

“I. Didn’t. Rape. Him! Fuck Off!” Wrong choice of words. Seeing as I was soaking wet, and shaking to the bone already, I should have figured he had another thing to send me whirling over the edge in pain. It was some form of Taser; by the way I felt an electric current flood my body. I bit my lower lip trying to hold back screaming, tasting the metallic of my blood.

“Then let’s recap shall we.” He laughed, placing his fingers on my forehead, drilling into my memories. “You raped him Way, and I’m going to prove it.” Zephyr sat in his wheelchair about twenty so feet away from me, as I went to step closer, everything began to build into place. Ghoul and I by the Trans Am talking, Kobra and Jet over by the fire sleeping.

“No I didn’t!” I went to go after Zephyr, but that painful flow was racing through my body again, sending me tumbling to the ground. I looked up to see it all had started, there wasn’t any sound though, just Ghoul and I talking about the current advents. “He’s my best friend! I wouldn’t do that to him!” I hated this memory, I was blinded with pure hate for everything that was going on, and Ghoul was just trying to help. I hated it, but I respected its existence in our lives, Ghoul’s and mine. Not Zephyr.

“Well let’s see here,” The pain came flooding back in. I could feel my body going cold then be electrified back to life. The memory started to smear, I wasn’t sure on what was going on, and I had cracked. “you slapped him, more less shoved him against the trunk of the Trans Am, made him strip his lower garments, then…well you fucked him Gerard. Sounding like rape yet?” As he talked the actions were being presented. Once he finished the noise came through, I watched from the dirt covered ground as I mercilessly shoved my member into Ghoul’s shaking body.

“No…no…NO! This…this didn’t happen like this!” A single tear traced itself down Ghoul’s face, and my heart broke. I couldn’t have done this to him, I loved him.

“Face it. You raped your best friend. The very man you love.” At that he laughed, gesturing to the scene, before it all faded away, back into the death trap room. I didn’t even realize I had started to cry. My breathing was uneven, my body was frozen to the bone, and the pain from him shocking me only grew worse every time a drop of water would trace down my skin. “That’s why you did it. You loved him. You know, my son did that with a girl. He loved her, but they could never be together because she didn’t love him. You did exactly as him Mr. Way.” He grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at him, catching his eyes behind the mask he wore. “You took what wasn’t yours because you wanted it. No wasn’t fitting right on you, so you got your man by force. Accept it! You’re no different. He fears you now, afraid you’ll do it again.”

I closed my eyes, shaking my head. Letting the tears roll down my face mixing with the water dripping from my hair. Zephyr had let go of my hair, running a hand down my body, slightly pushing at my now sensitive skin. I didn’t even try to hold back the flinch when he patted my stomach. Zephyr noticed that, and pulled the Taser out again placing it against my stomach. I whimpered, opening my eyes to catch his stare.

“P-please, don’t…” I hate the fact that I was reduced to whimpering, pleading, begging with the enemy to not do it again.

“Fair enough. Now for the fun part. Seeing as I spent nearly a day ripping through your head, going through every damn memory you have locked up in there. The one piece of information I needed, not the Shmigs, but me personally, you don’t have.” I looked up at him, fear masking my face. “Shmigs! Get out here! Now ‘Party Poison’, this is one of my favorite death traps.” A few Shmigs showed up, guns at their side, awaiting their master’s orders. Zephyr gave them a nod, and they got to work moving a large drill like machine closer to me.

Zephyr was stroking my hair as they went to set it up. One of the Shmigs came closer, grabbing my belt and undoing it, tossing it somewhere on the floor. He pulled out a knife, cutting a line down my pants leg before pulling it off complete; doing the same process with my boxers, I was left in a torn up shirt, and a jacket slung past my shoulders. I knew I started to blush when Zephyr was chuckling, letting the Shmig join the others in moving the large piece of equipment.

They set it down between my legs, putting a long, pointed rod into the socket, turning it on, and it started to turn the blade. A whimper escaped my lips, as number of ideas flooded my mind for what this was used for. Zephyr stroked my head again, making a ‘shush’ noise. The Shmigs lowered the equipment pointing the nozzle with the sharp rod towards my stomach. It spun slowly, as they moved it inch by inch closer to my stomach. That’s why Zephyr had put a sharpie spot on my stomach, so the Shmigs knew where to put it.

The tip lightly touched my body, slowly pushing against my skin. For whatever reason I decided to watch as the rod pierced my skin, letting my blood run out. That’s when I started to panic. It wasn’t that deep in and it hurt more than the ice water and electric shocks, more than any of the drugs BL/I had put in me; I threw my head back not even trying to silence the scream that erupted.

Zephyr was enjoying the pain I was going through, as they sped up the machine letting it rip into me. I tried moving myself, with no success from my dislocated shoulder, and the rod’s angle in me. My chest started to hurt, feeling the pressure against the underside of my chest plate; my blood was running down my side onto the chair probably dripping on the floor leaving my mark as one of his victims. The blood pools were autographs, and by the end of this mine would join. I let out a groan as the machine jerked against my insides. It was painful but my voice was long gone. Only whimpers and groans were audible at the most.

“You’re such a good boy Party…just think; you’ll never be able to hurt him again now.” Zephyr’s voice was cold and sadistic against my ear. I couldn’t help but roll my head closer though; his breath was hot against my freezing skin. All I could manage was a choked sob as my response.

"Si dovrebbe ascoltare se stessi Zephyr. Mai in grado di ferire qualcuno di nuovo."* I didn’t recognize the voice, nor do I speak Italian to know what he said. Whoever it was had Zephyr’s attention though.

“How…How did you get in here?! Shmigs! After him!” Zephyr moved away from me, the machine came to stop in my body, and only sound that could be heard was the noise of someone being drowned. More Shmigs seemed to flood the room going after this man, but they seemed to fall with little chance of survival. My vision was begging to blur, only allowing me to see the man’s outline. He carried what I guess was two swords gripped tightly in his hands. A hood pulled over his face, and blood splashed against the silk fabric.

“Bastardo corre sempre prima di ottenere un'immagine nitida.”** He walked closer to me, putting his swords away, placing a hand over my eyes. “Tenete la testa verso il basso fratello, e stare con me, io ti proteggerò da quelli cattivi, gli altri...torna a dormire...”*** His touch was gentle against my skin, his voice smooth, and crisp with the fluent Italian. I felt safe, and I felt everything just fade as I fell asleep. }{}{

Notes

* “You should listen to yourself Zephyr. Never able to hurt someone again.”
** “Bastard always runs before I get a clear shot.”
*** "Keep your head down brother, and stay with me; I’ll protect you from the evil ones, the other ones…go back to sleep…”

I wouldn't leave you guys without translations ;D