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Chapter 12

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Prompto awoke to his body flinching. He immediately tugged at his arms to find they were still trapped, and he was still exhausted enough that he could barely struggle.

Whimpering as he blinked his heavy eyelids open, Prompto saw Verstael was standing over him, staring down at him like a hungry monster. That was what had made him flinch. The man's hand was on his chest, just slowly rubbing.

"Please…" Prompto whispered, very aware that he was still undressed, that his underwear was still down around his mid-thighs. "Let me go... Please don't hurt me anymore…" His voice trembled.

Verstael shook his head. "I haven't hurt you. I would never." He frowned.

Groaning in pain and frustration, Prompto pulled weakly at his arms again. "Why are you doing this to me?" He whimpered.

"My dear little creature… You belong to me. I've told you this. You're my property. My specimen… I can do whatever I wish with you because you're mine." Verstael explained.

Prompto shook his head. "I'm not… I don't belong to anyone… I'm a person…"

"No." Verstael disagreed. "You weren't meant to be. But you have turned out so differently than the others. So much more human… I mean, I should have expected it when you were stolen… Somehow I almost believed you'd have more of what I tried to instill in you in those few short months, but it's all but completely gone, buried maybe…"

"What are you talking about?" Prompto whispered. "D-did you start programming my mind? When I was little? Like you said about the others? The ones without personalities? How many are there?"

"No need to worry about it." Verstael smirked. "I have other plans for you. Unexpected ones, but exciting ones. I believe you might enjoy it. If you're anything like me… which… you are." He laughed. "If you stop fighting me every step of the way, you can even live comfortably alongside me. Like my little pet."

Prompto shook his head. "Please let me go…" He begged.

"But you did end up different than I, in so many small ways. And you're different from the others." Verstael went on, ignoring Prompto's pleas as he ran his hand down Prompto's chest, between his legs, over his penis.

Gasping and pulling at his wrists, Prompto whimpered. The gesture had been so quick, so sudden. He honestly hadn't expected it, even with all the creepy warning signs leading up to it. "Please don't…" He breathed, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to shrink away. "L-let go! Don't touch me, please!" He choked.

"Shhh…" Verstael placed his other hand around Prompto's jaw, running his thumb over the boy's lip and licking his own lips as he continued rubbing his first hand down below. "It won't hurt." He promised. "I'll be careful. We'll work slowly since this is all new to you. I don't want to hurt you."

Prompto continued tugging worthlessly at his arms, sobs rising in his chest as he felt Verstael climbing on top of the table, hovering threateningly over him. To his surprise, the man started to unfasten the cuffs around his wrists, but unfortunately, it didn't seem to matter. Prompto was still heavily drugged and could barley move even while his arms were free.

"Please stop…" Prompto sobbed as he felt Verstael's hand grab around his arm, pinning him down even when the man didn't even have to. Prompto weakly shoved at Verstael's chest as the older man leaned down over him, using his other hand to grab at Prompto's neck, to hold him in place as he leaned down and planted a kiss on the boy's mouth.

Prompto's whimpers turned into muffled screams as the kiss continued. Verstael forced his tongue into the boy's mouth, moving it around as Prompto struggled to keep himself breathing. He felt tears streaming down his cheeks as the man's tongue moved over Prompto's. Verstael kept one hand on his captive's throat and and the other down between the boy's legs, rubbing slowly.

Prompto tried to turn his head away, but whimpered and choked when Verstael's grip around his neck tightened. The boy tried to move his heavy arms in an attempt to shove his attacker away, but he simply couldn't lift them all the way. They felt like they each weighed a ton. His legs were heavy as well. He could only manage to weakly, uselessly kick out and squirm under his attacker. It did nothing to get the rough, groping hand out from between his legs, to stop the terrifying, disgusting kiss.

Whimpering another stifled noise, Prompto squeezed his eyes closed and tried to focus on breathing through his nose. He didn't know what to do, how to make this stop. The warm sensation of this stranger's tongue in his mouth was making him want to vomit. What would Verstael do if Prompto did puke? Would he stop? Would he get really mad? Surely he wouldn't be happy if that happened...

The sound of his own choked sobs filled Prompto's ears as his heart pounded wildly in his chest. He had to do something. His choices were very limited, but doing nothing wasn't an option. He couldn't let this happen. Not if there was any possible action he could take to prevent it.

The uninvited kiss continued for a long, breathless moment, until Prompto finally squeezed his eyes shut even tighter, held a terrified breath, and bit down, the only line of defense he had in the moment. He choked out a breathless sob as Verstael finally backed off.

"You little brat…" Verstael growled, hitting Prompto hard against the side of his face.

Prompto's vision was cloudy as he groaned in pain, blinking back stars, focusing only on trying to see and breathe for a moment, until he felt his attacker's hand down on his thigh, pushing his leg up so that it was bent at his knee, with his foot flat against the table. His other leg was pulled toward it, as his underwear was still around his thighs, near his knees, effectively tethering his legs together.

"No… No, please…" Prompto sobbed, his breaths so quick and shallow he felt like he might pass out again. Verstael was heavily laying on top of him, kissing up and down Prompto's throat now as one hand wrestled Prompto's underwear off of him entirely and the other grabbed a fist of his hair.

"You're so much more than I had hoped." Verstael panted, squeezing one hand around Prompto's throat and dragging the other down his body, toward his crotch again.

Prompto winced and gritted his teeth together when he felt the man's hand grab toward his penis again, squeezing and groping painfully.

"I know what you like. I know exactly how to make you quake. Our bodies are built the same." Verstael breathed, squeezing Prompto's neck in his other hand, planting kisses on his lips, not forcing his tongue in this time, clearly having learned from Prompto's defensive reaction the last time.

"Please!" Prompto sobbed, shoving weakly with his hands again. They were all but useless to him. How cruel that he would finally have his hands free again but be too weak to use them… "Get off of me! Please!"

"Shhh… We'll get to the fun stuff now…" Verstael smirked, sliding his hand over Prompto's thigh, around toward the back, squeezing his butt cheek.

"No!" Prompto whimpered, inhaling a gasping, shaking breath as the man finally let go of his neck and climbed partway off of him. "Please stop… Stop… Stop…" Prompto begged, his voice small, breathless as Verstael grabbed him by his shoulders and twisted his body around so that he was lying on his front.

Prompto gritted his teeth together again, squeezing his eyes shut as tears spilled down his cheeks. He felt the man drag his practically limp body across the table so that he was bent over the side with his legs hanging down over the edge. He knew what was coming... He might not have been experienced in this sort of thing, but he wasn't that naive. He knew exactly what this was.

"Oh, what's happened to you here?" Verstael's voice seemed almost mocking as he ran his fingertips over the scars, similarly to how Ardyn did. "I thought when you were stolen it was by someone who would treat you like a spoiled little brat…" He noted. "Were you naughty? Did someone have to punish you?" He chuckled.

"Please let me go…" Prompto ignored the man's comments. "Please don't hurt me. Please…" He pressed his hands weakly against the table, his arms shaking as he attempted to push himself up. He was just too exhausted to do it. He couldn't…

"Relax…" Verstael whispered, squeezing his hand over one of Prompto's butt cheeks, spreading it from the other, and running the fingers of his other hand threateningly up and down between them. "Now, tell me the truth this time. I won't be upset. I only want the truth... Have you done this before?" He asked, letting his thumb rest in the absolute last place Prompto would have welcomed it. "With Ardyn? With the prince? Have you had anyone else's fingers inside you?"

Prompto whimpered shakily, choking out a tiny sob as he tried to shrink away. "Please don't do this to me…" He begged. His breaths were getting so quick now he wasn't sure if any of the air was reaching his lungs. He was so scared.

Verstael continued moving his thumb in small circles, silently threatening to push it in. "We'll do fingers first, so it won't hurt much when we finally get to it. Okay? No need to panic and cry like a little brat. I'll do everything slowly, make sure it feels good for both of us."

Prompto shook his head what little he could manage, squeezing his eyes shut as more tears spilled down his cheeks. He couldn't let this happen... but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had no choice. He couldn't fight back, scream, run... All he could do was beg, and it didn't seem like Verstael was listen to his pleas. "Don't... Please... I'll do anything. Please..." He sobbed, feeling more desperate by the second. There had to be something he could do here. He couldn't just be doomed... Could he?

"Anything, hm? Use your mouth instead?" Verstael laughed.

Prompto choked out a devastated sob. "Let me go..." He whimpered, his voice tiny, shaky. He didn't know what to do here. He didn't know what he could do. He was so trapped, so powerless. He tried to think through his options, but he had none. The only ounce of power he had here was to beg, and thus far, it had been worthless. It only seemed to amuse his attacker. He had begged, tried to bargain... None of it was working.

"It'll be a tight squeeze, won't it?" Verstael breathed, his thumb pressing in threateningly, lightly, just barely managing to slip inside.

Groaning a frightened, uncomfortable gasp, Prompto tensed and tried to flinch away. "Stop…" He whispered, his teeth gritting together and his eyes squeezing shut tighter. "Please... I don't want to do this... Please!"

"Don't fret. I've come prepared, so you honestly don't need to be so frantic." Verstael noted, moving his hand for a moment only to return it a moment later after Prompto heard some kind of plastic cap opening behind him. Verstael's fingers were wet now, almost slimy. "You didn't think I was going to go in dry, did you? I'm a scientist… I know how human bodies work." He laughed, spreading whatever cold, oily lubricant he'd brought with him between Prompto's cheeks.

"Please don't do this… Please…" Prompto's voice shook horribly as he fought the urge to throw up. He could barely even understand himself with his voice shaking so much, but he knew Verstael could hear clearly what he was saying - that he didn't want to do this, that he was an unwilling participant… that he needed to fucking stop.

"Shh… This will be easier on you if you relax." Verstael noted, pushing one finger slowly, gently past Prompto's resisting muscles, clearly trying to be careful, to respect the fact that Prompto's body wasn't going to welcome it so easily, but still not caring whatsoever that Prompto had begged him not to do it at all.

"Ah- don't!" Prompto flinched and tensed, squeezing his eyes shut again and gritting his teeth as he felt the foreign, unwanted digit forcing its way inside him. "Please stop! You're hurting me! Please!" His breaths were so quick he felt like he wasn't breathing at all. "Stop!" He screamed, his begging quickly turning into breathless, gasping sobs.

"My sweet boy… You're so dramatic…" Verstael chuckled, forcing his finger in deeper, still moving slowly, sliding it rhythmically in and out, slightly deeper each time, over and over as Prompto's breaths increased in speed, but were becoming more and more shallow as his crying continued. He felt like he was going to faint, purely from being so utterly terrified.

"Please stop!" Prompto sobbed, grimacing and trying to shrink down further. He could hardly move, he couldn't struggle. He wasn't restrained, yet was still immobilized. The assault was so awkward, uncomfortable, and utterly humiliating. He couldn't even try to tense his body to keep the man's finger out. The lubricant, perhaps mixed with the drugs, was making it all too easy for his attacker.

Prompto's breaths were becoming more and more frantic as tears spilled down his cheeks. He was so scared, so embarrassed. "Get off of me!" He screamed, his voice shaking with tears. "Don't! Please! Don't do this! Stop!" He sobbed.

"Relax. This is nothing compared to what's coming... and you're going to get yourself hurt if you keep tensing like this once the real part starts, so just try to relax." Verstael suggested as he continued the repetitive gesture. "This is such a small thing. I'm sure you barely feel it. But we're working up to the real thing. You'll love it if you let yourself. Just take a breath and calm down."

A shaky, defeated sob rose up out of Prompto's throat as he could do nothing but lie still while Verstael assaulted him. The gesture wasn't exactly painful at this point, but was definitely uncomfortable. It felt awkward and embarrassing. He'd never done something like this - not even with someone he liked, with someone he trusted... Agreeing to do this would have taken so much trust in the other person - a degree of trust he'd reached with no one in his entire life... To have it forced him him by a stranger was absolutely heartbreaking. He didn't want this. He hated it. He wanted to disappear.

"I wanna go home…" Prompto choked between sobs, inhaling a shaking moan and flinching as his attacker's finger slid in deep, perhaps at the wrong angle, creating a strange, jarring feeling inside him. "Don't! Please!" He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut tighter as tears streamed down. "You're hurting me... Please..."

"Mmm… Is that what you like?" Verstael breathed, leaning down close enough that Prompto could feel the man's breath on the back of his neck and shoving his finger back the same way that had caused Prompto's shocked reaction a moment before. "That's not pain you feel, sweet boy, but pleasure... You like this." He chuckled.

Prompto winced a shaking gasp, squeezing his eyes closed tighter. "No... Stop… Please stop… I don't like it. Please!" He pleaded, his breaths quick and shallow as he could do nothing but remain un-moving under the man's relentless attack. "I don't want this. Let me go..." He choked.

"Breathe…" Verstael suggested, his voice low as his hand continued its assault. "Take a breath, my gorgeous boy. You're not hurt. Relax and breathe."

"Y-you're hurting me…" Prompto whimpered, trying to flinch away as he moaned in discomfort. Verstael's movements seemed to be getting quicker, more rough. "Please! Please stop!" He begged.

"Shhh…" Verstael urged again, snaking his other hand around Prompto's thigh, grabbing toward his penis again, circling it with his hand and rubbing in a slow and gentle stroking motion as his other hand moved in the same rhythm. "Just relax. You'll be okay… You'll probably enjoy this, to be honest, once you stop panicking. Just let yourself relax… It feels good."

Letting out a breathless groan, Prompto squeezed his eyes shut, pushing up against the table with his hands again, his arms shaking so much as he tried desperately to make any bit of difference, to get the man off of him. "Stop… Please…" He whispered again, feeling entirely embarrassed and devastated by the man's intruding finger, slowly sliding in and out, gliding easily now thanks to whatever disgusting substance he'd coated it with.

The hand gripping lightly around his penis, slowly, carefully stroking felt so awkward, unwelcome, terrifying. Prompto couldn't help the rather loud, breathless, devastated sob that tore from his throat. What if his body reacted to this on its own, without his permission? It all felt so strange. What if his body acted like he liked it, and Verstael thought he did?

Prompto had touched himself down there before - it was only natural that he was curious about the interesting, largely pleasant feelings that arose when he did so. It felt good when he did it on his own, but this didn't. This wasn't on his own terms. This was unwanted, painful, horrible… It was the absolute last thing he would have welcomed to have done to him, but he could feel tiny bits of distorted pleasure mixed in with all the fear and discomfort. It was confusing, horrifying… He didn't like it at all, and didn't appreciate his body being confused by it.

That was the only way this could get worse - if his body betrayed him and reacted to this as though he liked it. Prompto just knew Verstael would be arrogant about it, would be simply delighted that he was forcing Prompto's body to react that way against his wishes. Perhaps worse than the act itself would be if his body betrayed him, if he had to listen to Verstael claim it as proof that Prompto wanted it. He didn't want this.

As Verstael made no move to slow down or stop what he was doing, Prompto shrunk down as best as he could and cried soft, heartbroken sobs. It was all he could do. He couldn't move, fight back, or even scream for help - no one was around to hear him… All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut, try to take his mind somewhere else, and cry his heart out. He had never felt so lost and powerless in all of his life.

Verstael breathed out a heavy breath above him as the boy tried to close off his mind. It made Prompto want to vomit knowing the man was getting excited by all this. How the hell could someone enjoy this? Forcing someone else to do this when they didn't want to, knowing it was painful for the other person... How could he possibly take pleasure in this while Prompto sobbed, begged, and shook with fear underneath him?

Prompto whimpered, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes closed even tighter as the man forced a second finger next to the first. Prompto felt himself stretching uncomfortably around the man's digits, and was honestly starting to get scared the gesture was going to leave him injured. How could he even mend an injury like that? Likely out of reach… What if Verstael's fingers tore or otherwise broke something inside him and he was broken forever? In pain down there for the rest of his life?

"Relax." Verstael whispered, making no move to stop what he was doing, clearly still unsympathetic to Prompto's obvious discomfort.

By this point Prompto had given up on begging. He couldn't shrink away and his words were falling on deaf ears. He almost felt like the drug he'd been given before was even stronger now. He couldn't move. He wasn't sure if the drug was affecting him more, or if his breaths were so quick, shallow, and insufficient that he was close to passing out from lack of oxygen.

Prompto squeezed his eyes closed tighter as he tried his best not to focus on what was happening, choking out pained, terrified sobs as he pulled his hands into loose fists. There was nothing he could do to stop this… and it seemed like it was only going to get worse. This man wasn't going to let him go… He clearly saw this as more than a one-time thing. He wanted Prompto to stick around, so he could do this to him again and again. This was going to last forever.

Prompto whimpered and shrunk down, trying to turn his mind off, to think about something else - anything else. He thought about the sky, clouds, stars... How nice it would feel to go outside on a hot day when it was raining, close his eyes, and angle his face so the rain droplets would hit his skin. He imagined the tears streaming down his cheeks being rain instead, cold instead of warm, refreshing rather than painful.

He thought about what it would be like if he'd been born a prince, if he'd been born into Noct's family... If they were brothers, and Prompto had a dad who loved him, a real family... A family who noticed him, who would worry about him if he didn't come home, who would look for him the second they knew something was amiss... It would even be cool if Iggy and Gladio were his brothers too. Ignis could cook him that crazy-delicious desert he made that one time, and Gladio could stand up to bullies for him, be like the big brother he'd always wanted.

Tears rolled down his cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut, shrunk down and did his very best not to focus on what his body was feeling. He just needed to think about his friends, about what life would be like if he got to build it himself, completely from scratch. He'd take both Noct and Noct's friends as his brothers. Noct's dad... A mom would be good too, but he wasn't sure who to assign the role to. Maybe someone who liked to read, someone who knew how to cure sickness, who'd make him soup when he got sick, who would hug him and tell him stories on nights when he was too worried to sleep...

He tried to take his mind away completely, to forget where he was entirely, but it was easier hoped for than done. He couldn't completely lose reality, no matter how much he wanted to. He wished he could just pass out again. He just wanted to be gone from this.

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