Sometime in 2001

According to the Voice that randomly blared its way around his small room, he had been wherever he was in for only 6 days/nights. Xander wasn't able to tell when it was day or night, nor how many hours passed in between each session of total darkness and being fed that lead to him being drugged again and felt up by Redhair while Blonde held his head.

He had woken up from the first drugged episode with another thumping headache that paled in comparison to the horror he felt when he realised that he had actually been felt up by another man. The irate brunette had threatened the Voice with extreme bodily harm when he got rescued by Buffy and the rest of the Gang. Never in a million years did he think that he would be placed in such a situation. But here he was, with a thirst that was driving him mad after coping another half finished hand job from the red haired man while he was reduced to giggling like a fucking schoolgirl.

Yet again in the total darkness, Xander was glad that apart from the first episode, he hadn't had a finger shoved up him again, not that the frustration of being unrelieved wasn't getting to him. It was an emerging pattern that started with total darkness, being ordered to face away from the brilliant light while his food was placed next to the door, him eating and drinking the drugged offerings while sitting on his mattress in a dim light, getting light headed and giggly while he was felt up all over then lotioned from head to toe including a hand job, being stuck with a needle that snapped him out in seconds and then waking up with a thumping headache to total darkness again with the Voice congratulating him on doing so well and telling him how many days he had been there so far all the while suffering from a horrible thirst.

Xander huffed to himself as he shook his groggy head at the thought of what these people were doing to him. It was getting to the point that he would line up for the hand job voluntarily if it got him some relief for his dry throat and swollen tongue. Always the same questions from the Voice, was he thirsty? Was he hungry? And that really annoying name of "Little Girl". Another few minutes and he could start his tirade of threats against both men and whomever the Voice belonged to, man or woman, he was still unable to tell. He was pretty sure that whoever it was, was able to see in the darkness that surrounded him. They had to be able to, for them to ask the questions when he thought that he would collapse from the thirst. Xander knew that he shouldn't eat or drink from the obviously drugged things provided for him, but he was unable to stop himself as soon as he saw the water, and once that was gone, he might as well eat the food anyway.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

A little jump from the startled brunette. Christ, here we go again, what will this be? Round number 8? Quickly quelling that thought, he was wary of the change in routine, so far the Voice had let him steam off before starting the questions. This time, how ever, it looked like questions first, steam later.

"Little Girl" replied Xander, running his tongue over his dry lips.

THAT IS NOW INCORRECT. YOU WILL CHOOSE ANOTHER ONE, CHOOSE ONE THAT IS FAMILIAR AND EASY TO REMEMBER. IT WILL BE YOURS FOR AS LONG AS YOU ARE WITH US.

YOU WILL CHOOSE ONE STARTING WITH "S". YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES. DO NOT DISAPPOINT US.

"What the fuck?" screamed the stunned youth as much as his raw throat would let him. The letter 'S', why that letter?

CHOOSE OR YOU WILL NOT RECEIVE YOU SUSTINANCE FOR 24 HOURS.

"You forgot to mention the hand job!" Xander muttered under his breathe as he scanned his memory for a name beginning with the required letter. All he could think of was Sylvester Stallone, and that was not going to be an option as far as he was concerned. Sly, Scott, Sam, Samson, Steven?

HAVE YOU CHOSEN?

Shit, what the hell do I say? wondered the parched young man. Scott? Yeah that will do, not going to be here for much longer anyway. Buffy will get me soon enough, won't have to worry about 'ol Mister Pokey Finger then.

"Scott, if that is all right?" came the answer bouncing off all walls. He didn't even know how high up the roof was, spending almost 99% of his time drugged on the mattress or taking the occasional change of scenery on the toilet provided.

IT IS SUFFICIENT. YOU WILL ANSWER ONLY TO THIS NAME AND SPEAK ONLY WHEN SPOKEN TO. IS THIS UNDERSTOOD, SCOTT?

"Uuhh, sure. Speak when spoken to and only answer to Scott. What could be simpler?" snorted the annoyed male. He just wanted a drink, drugged or not. The thought of a whole litre of ice cold water at his disposal sent shudders down his body.

GOOD. SCOTT, YOU WILL KNEEL FACING THE WALL. YOU WILL NOT SPEAK. YOU WILL NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU. IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY WITH THIS REQUEST, YOU WILL NOT HAVE SUSTENANCE AGAIN. IS THIS UNDERSTOOD SCOTT?

Fuck! This is now creeping me out more than I thought possible. I thought that I was all icked out already! Were the thoughts racing around his mind as he replied a yes to the question. He didn't want to die before being found, he was already worried about Anya and the others. If he was dead when they found him, he didn't know what would happen.

SCOTT, YOU WILL KNEEL AS REQUESTED WITH HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK.

A big sigh and Xander got into the now familiar position of facing the wall opposite the iron door while kneeling on the mattress, waiting for the inevitable painful light to illuminate the small room. He wondered if he was going to get a sponge bath again like he had every alternate feel up time. Crossing his arms behind his back, he heard the lock jiggle, crying out in pain as the brightness hit his sensitive eyes leaving him temporarily blind like always.

However, when he felt his hands grabbed by stronger ones and a bag placed over his head, cutting out the light totally, he allowed himself to give in to the panic that had been building inside of him since waking up naked the first time. Hands let go now that they were cuffed behind him with what felt like wide straps, Xander started screaming for help so loudly, he could feel something in his throat threatening to burst.

SCOTT, YOU WILL STOP ALL UNNECESSARY NOISE AT ONCE. IF YOU DO NOT, YOU WILL BE LEFT WITHOUT ANY FURTHER SUSTENANCE. EVER.

Still on his knees, facing the wall as far as he could tell, the terrified brunette let his screams for help die into a quiet whimper, tears rolling down his face for the first time. He was more terrified of what the Voice was promising than what was going to happen next. Something that he had no idea about. It he hadn't been so dry, he would have pissed himself already. Xander jerked his head from side to side when he felt rough fingers shove something into each ear, muffling the sound of movement behind him to an almost non- existent murmur of noise.

Chest heaving from the effort not to start screaming again, he choked as a rag was forced into his hiccupping mouth and secured around the back of his head. Head shaking increased, he felt his head grabbed firmly. Held still for a moment, Xander snorted in disgust as the smell of Vicks assaulted his nostrils. Feeling the heat from it being spread just under his nose, the brunette wondered if now was a good time to start praying. Gag being moaned into, he felt hands under each armpit gently lift him from his knees and into a standing position.

He couldn't hear much going on around him due to the ear plugs, but he thought that he could detect the low murmur of voices as he was led slowly forward. Xander had been somewhat relieved when he realised that his captors were most likely human, now however he was fully terrified of what was going to happen to him. Barefeet slapping against the stone floor in unsteady steps, he was progressively walked forward for what seemed a good ten minutes. More minutes of twists and turns with the occasional feel of carpet and wooden boards under his feet, he could only assume that he was in a huge house. Hope rising when he thought that it might be the mansion, they were dashed when he couldn't remember it ever having floorboards.

Screaming again into the gag, he felt himself being lifted by the two people guiding him and carried up a few flights of stairs. Still being carried, all action stopped suddenly and with heart pounding, he realised that they were just standing still. A gasp and he was carried forward again. Deposited onto what felt like a bed, Xander wondered what the hell was going to happen now.

*****
Part 8:

Sometime in 2001

Bedroom?

Starting to hyperventilate, Xander struggled to get his wrists free so that he could remove whatever was in his mouth so that he could breath easier. He couldn't hear anything going on around him due to the earplugs, didn't know if there was anyone near him. The Vicks shielded any other smell that would give him a hint of where he was and he sure as hell couldn't see what was going on either. He could however feel the soft material underneath what skin was not covered by the soft clothing he had been dressed in after his last touch up session.

A touch on his head saw him flinch away in shock. Still making grunting noises at whoever had touched him, Xander tried to convey the fact that he needed to breath more air than the gag was letting him have. After struggling on his front, hands tied behind his back, for what seemed like forever, he collapsed heavily on his front due to exhaustion, thirst and lack of air. He screamed into the gag when in a sudden movement, the bag that had been covering his head was ripped off. Head arcing wildly in all directions, he saw that he was lying on his front on a large four poster bed in a medium sized room. It was a plain white four walled room and from what he could see the bed was the main feature of it.

Continuing to pant and struggle now that he could finally see, he froze as he sensed movement behind him. A few kicks from his unfettered white clothed legs and he gasped when he felt hands grab each ankle and spread his legs as wide as they would go until he grunted in pain. What felt like wide cuffs were wound around each one and his ankles hoisted high into the air so that his back was arced painfully, his lower body just rising from the bed. In this position, Xander quickly realized that he couldn't really move much unless he wanted to snap his spine.

Able to move his head from side to side, he continued to do it in the hopes of seeing something that would eventually get him out, he knew that his captors wouldn't be able to keep him tied like he was if they wanted to keep him in a good way. All the body lotion proved to him that they wanted him kept in one piece, unless they were going to sacrifice him to a kinky demon, which being Sunnydale, was only all too possible.

A hand coming towards his right side caught his attention, turning his head, Xander recognised the red haired man from his lotion sessions. Skin crawling, he tried to wriggle away from the laughing male as much as the pain in his back would allow him. He could'nt really hear what the other man was mouthing at him except for a continual murmur, and judging from the highly amused expression, Xander doubted that he really wanted to. Finger digging into his right ear and all of a sudden he could hear a rush of sound coming towards him. The same finger stuck into his left ear as the redhead leaned over his body and everything became noise filled.

Xander couldn't angle his body around to see behind him but the words being tossed around as he lay on the bed still trying to get his hands free had him almost screaming into the gag. He could hear what sounded like 4 separate voices discussing Scotts skin tone and hair colour. Wasn't it nice that Scott was so fiesty unlike some of the other new ones from the Hellmouth. If they all had such lovely eyes and and thick hair like Scott. Thankfull that all the latest crop were virgins and that they shouldn't lose out too much money over the fact that they were a bit older than the usual demand.

Gorge rising, Xander really did start screaming into the restrictive gag as he heard the last sentence. Why the hell did being from the Hellmouth have to do anything with being a virgin? Ideas and scenarios running through his mind were making him sick. Someone must have noticed the increase in the noise coming from the bed as they started to stroke along his spine in what they thought was a calming manner, Xander however just wanted them to fuck off, get a glass of water and to get the hell out of there and pretty much in that order.

The conversation continued behind him as he listened to what was being said about him, he knew it was him as they were talking about Scott and he had chosen the name after being requested by the Voice. He now knew the reason why the redhead had stuck a finger into him, he had been tested as to if he was a virgin, Xander didn't know if he should start crying or not.

"Isn't he great, he's going to prove such a challenge for the person who gets to break him in" came the quiet voice of what sounded like an older man.

"Scott's eyes are beautiful, if I had the money, I would put a bid on for him myself" replied someone else.

He was almost beside himself with worry now, he had some idea of what was happening but that sort of thing only happened to idiots trapped in foreign countries not innocent guys just walking home from a New Year's Party? Who were the other's they were talking about? Flinching when he felt a hand rest itself on his back side, he wished he could wriggle enough to indicate to the person to remove the offending body part.

"Ok, lets get the show on the road shall we? Show the bidder's up and let them see him first" said a voice as it got further away from the bed.

Oh my god, how the hell are they going to find me if I get moved from here? Xander renewed his struggle, ignoring the hand that was still resting on his buttocks. He heard the clatter of feet coming towards him and a round of ooh's and aah's dircted at him. No one really got into his direct line of vision so all he saw was dark suits and what looked like on one figure, a red skirt. He was humiliated that a woman would be seeing him like this, feeling his face go red as he felt numerous hand's run themselves over him, pinching and squeezing him here and there.

As he choked into the gag, he heard his shirt ripped from his upper body and cut away from his arms and wrists, finally pulled out from underneath his body. Shaking motions on his leg cuffs and they were montarily released along with spasms of pain shooting down his thighs and buttocks. Flipped over onto his back so that he rested on his bound hands, Xander was horrified to see that all the people in the room were human and paying his obvious distress no regard as his nipples were pinched and rubbed into hardened nubs by the red haired man. He wasn't really paying much attention to what was being said by the 6 men and 1 woman crowding around the bed as his legs were once again opened wide and bound to the bed posts, preventing him from wriggleing around too much. His back side was lifted into the air by the blonde and red head while a pillow was placed underneath his lower back easing some of the pain radiating out of his spine.

Just wishing the earth would swallow him, he tried not to cry as various people peered at his face and especially his eyes, touching his hair and stroking the skin on his face and chest. Panicking when he saw a pair of scissors appear in the blondes hands, Xander was humiliated when his thin trousers were cut from his body, exposing him fully to the hard stares.

"Right! You have seen Scott in full. The bidding starts above the usual base price as he is still a virgin and as a bonus is Hellmouth born and raised"

A round of suprised looks greeted this statement. The woman snorting a reply of Scott being too old for companionship.

"You know what Hellmouth born and raised means, do I hear 50?" asked the blonde haired man to the small gathering.

Xander tuned out, all he wanted was a drink and if he had to voluntarily walk over and smile as he recieved a hand job in front of everybody, he would. He was now officially that desperate for fluids. With a start, he was back in the world of reality as he saw the gathering leave except for the red haired man and an older white haired man. Straining to hear the quiet conversation that obviously concerned him, he was suddenly frightened when the red head left the older man alone with him.

"Well Scott, I own you now and until you die or I get sick of you and pass you along. Bet you have no idea of just how special you are do you?"

All this was being said as the older man was undressing and neatly folding his clothes, placing on a chair that Xander had been unable to see before due to the people standing infront of it. Fear was coursing through the brunette as he thought that whatever was going to happen next was not going to be good.

"My name is Randall and you will adress me as such, all other will be adressed as either Sir, Madam or Miss. I'm not going to lie and tell you that your job is going to be easy, but you will get used to it and even come to like it."

Randall was now fully naked and stroking his thick penis erect as he walked over to the bed on which Xander lay struggling as much as his tied legs would let him. He finally couldn't deny what he knew was going to happen next. He tried to relax his body as he stopped struggling and lay quietly as Randall stood before him touching his limp penis, fondling his lightly haired ball sac. In a conversation with Larry that he really hadn't wanted to have with the footballer, Larry had described the sudden discomfort of being penetrated for the first time, something that had made Xander shudder. He knew that if he tensed up, it would be more painful for him and if it was going to happen, the less pain the better.

"Be a good boy Scott and I'll be easy on you. Same as things back in the house, you do the right thing and don't give me any trouble and I won't have to discipline you ok?"

At Xander's hesitant nod, Randall smiled and ran his finger along the brunettes raised enterance hole, producing sounds of denial and scowling. Spitting on his hand, the white haired man coated a finger with his saliva and pushed the digit into Xander's clenching muscles as the boy yelped into the gag at the sudden pain.

"Jesus, you are a tight one aren't you? It'll hurt a bit, just don't squirm around too much" panted the heavy set older man as he moved the finger around in a tensing male. More spit on his finger and another digit was added to the one already inside of the younger man. Xander was in pain, his whole resolve to relax and get it over with, was shot down in a bundle of flames. He did not like this at all and was trying hard not to cry at the humiliation and the pain of having two fingers jabbing and poking around in him.

Sigh in relief when the rough fingers were removed, he started crying heavily when he heard the other man spit into his hand again. A large blunter head was placed at his spasming entrance. Randall patted at his tears, smiling as he grasped his penis in one hand while steadying himself with the other on Xander's outstretched left thigh. Hole rubbed a few times with the hot head, Randall pushed and leaned down over the crying brunette at the same time.

Xander felt himself being stretched wider than he thought was possible. Larry was wrong, it wasn't discomfort, it was agony. Hot, burning, painful agony.

Not even trying to stop himself, he screamed into the gag as he was forcibly entered. Feeling the progress halt as something in his body halted the progress, Xander sobbed as Randall continued to push harder into him. His gaze full of dancing black dot's, he screamed louder when he felt something give way that let the rest of the thick cock to enter his body fully.

Eyes screwed shut tightly, the young man tried to shut out the sounds of the older male grunting and moaning as he started to thrust in and out of the clenching hole. The pain was horrible, he wasn't designed for this sort of thing. Flesh slapping together sped up as the white haired man pumped in and out of the barely concious male beneath him.

Xander could feel wetness on his thighs and hoped that it wasn't blood, groaning in agony each time Randall pulled out fully and slammed back into him. There wasn't enough moisture left in his throat to scream anymore. Thrust's speeding up with the heavier man now fully on top of him, he didn't even bother to move his head away as he was licked and sloppily kissed by the grunting man. Suddenly he could feel twitching from the cock inside of him and hotness spurt up into him as Randall held his position of lying ontop of the shaking younger man.

Great loud coughing noises from the man above him and Xander assumed that it was all over. He had'nt however counted upon the pain of the cock being withdrawn, sending his arse muscles into a spasm frenzy that renewed the flood of tears.

"Good boy Scott, you'll be well liked in the house." came the laughing commentary of the older man as he wiped his blood coated cock on a towel taken from a packet of baby wipes from his coat pocket. The distressed youth lay on the bed as he was tied with blood and cum coating his thighs and wondered what hell was meant by that statement. He just wanted to die and didn't want any of his friends to see him like this, he was too ashamed.

*****
Part 9:

1 March 2004

Giles put away the last of the dishes. Cupboard closed now that the tea cups were in their places again, he glanced around the quiet room before flicking off the kitchen light. Glasses taken off, he rubbed wearily at his eyes, sure that he needed to get his eyes checked again. He had hosted a meeting that was dedicated to finding the still missing original Scooby Gang member. Xander had now been missing for over three years and they were no closer to finding him.

The boy had vanished into literal thin air after leaving Joyce 's New Year's party. Excuses made that he had to go and get some sleep before working later on that morning, no-one had any doubt that they would see him again in a few days time for Tara's birthday. Willow had organised a small gathering for a cake and some drinks at Giles' house. When Anya had called later that night and asked for Xander, Giles' had presumed that he had gone to see the two witches before the party to find out what Tara wanted for her birthday.

He had been mildly disturbed when Anya had said that she had already tried the witches and that he wasn't with any of his workmates as there had been a call on the answering machine demanding to know why he hadn't turned up at work. Trying to calm the annoyed ex-demon down, he had invited the girl over so that they could figure out where he was together. Anya had come over armed with an address book clutched in a slender hand. She had made the older man call every number listed in the book, due to the fact that she thought Xander might be hiding from her for some reason or another.

Every number called in the bright blue book with no success, Willow and Tara had been phoned again and had agreed with a now thoroughly worried store owner that Xander would never just miss work and not tell someone what was happening. After living with the knowledge of assorted monster's and demons, none of the Scooby Gang went any where without telling someone, however weird the telling may end up being. The thought of a missing friend was starting to wig them all out and after contacting Buffy and Riley, even Spike, they had made Giles' living room the headquarters for "Operation find Xander".

Buffy and Riley went patrolling through every cemetery, the two witches checked out all the abandoned buildings while dragging a whingeing blonde vampire with them. Anya had waited by the phone night and day for any little sign from the brunette boy. Giles had put ads in the newspapers after the second week he had been missing. Poster's stuck on numerous walls and telephone poles followed when a month had gone by, Joyce adding a poster to her art gallery foyer. After being faced with all her missing son's friends standing on her doorstep, Mrs Harris had finally agreed to register her son as an official missing person, 3 months after he had been noticed missing.

It was also the first time that Angel had driven down to sit in on a meeting. He had brought with him a new book that listed spells on locating people. Hugs and whoops of joy had gone echoing around the living room when Giles had recognised the spell components as pretty much all stocked in his store.

Climbing the stairs, Giles acknowledged the feeling of loss that ran through his body as he thought of how hard they had all tried not to let the disappointment overwhelm them when the spell had failed 3 times in a row. Nothing could be made out in the locating bowl of water, Anya had brought along one of Xanders unwashed pairs of boxer shorts as an anchor. Everyone had icked, then laughed at the thought of Xander being forever thankful to a pair of dirty knickers as Spike had called them. The spell hadn't really failed, it just hadn't been able to penetrate the thick layer of whatever was shielding the boy.

It had however given them the determination to go on and keep trying to find the youth. After all, the spell hadn't told them that he was dead, he was just unable to be seen. Willow and Tara repeated the magic at every meeting and Giles' suspected also every first of the month. The answer being the same always.

Clothes slowly stripped off his aging body, the ex-librarian thought of how glowing Anya had been earlier that night. Pregnancy agreed with the girl and she absolutly adored her still new husband, Charles. He had been suprised that she had asked his opinion on whether to date the large black man before asking the other females who all attended the meetings. So far none had missed one, even Cordelia drove all the way from L.A. to come. Angel occasionally fronted up if he had nothing to do that night, putting in a quiet word here and there. He had almost cried when his shop assistant had told him that because Xander had thought of him as almost being his father, she had felt it right to ask him first.

Funny, he thought. Xander's disappearance had finally fixed the broken fences between Buffy and Angel, bringing them closer together but only as friends. Buffy had let go of her schoolgirl crush, accepting Riley finally as a true contender to her heart and letting him have it without a thought backwards. Angel at first made small talk with Riley, if only to discuss possibilities with the former soldier. They were never going to have a drinking buddy relationship but it no longer held the animosity they had felt towards each other. Seeing how good Riley was with Buffy had made him realise that he too could get over her and was currently making small steps towards a certain someone that he refused to name, grinning slightly whenever anyone teased him about it.

Giles was sure that Cordelia knew who it was but she was keeping it a firm secret and was telling no-one. The only fly in the ointment was Spike, he had been repeatedly told not to turn up to the meetings if all he was going to do was laugh at what they were doing. He had complied and hadn't showed up after the third one when Joyce had almost succeeded in staking him with a broken pencil. They had been appalled and excited at the same time when Cordelia had called, telling them about the overheard argument between the two vampires. She had told them that Spike swore black and blue that he had smelt Xander in the brothel, and a recent smell as well.

All hopes had been dashed admist floods of tears when Angel had called them later on that day and informed them that his Childe had only lied while trying to get out of a beating for stealing Wesleys credit card so that he could go and get a decent shag as he had put it according to an apologetic Sire. Giles' hadn't been too sure that it was lies, he couldn't quite put his finger on it but he trusted Angel's judgement in matters concerning his Childe.

Tonight 's meeting had been quick when dealing with the dissapearance. There really wasn't much else to do anymore bar renew the posters when they got too tattered and ring the police station each month to see if anyone had seen him. The women had been excited by Anya's rapidly expanding stomach especially Cordelia who hadn't seen the girl since the last meeting. Lots of patting and rubbing later, she had dropped her own bombshell of marriage to the half demon that worked for Angel in L.A. Doyle had accompined the hopeful actress on almost each meeting and everyone had been impressed with the Irish man. When Gunn had come the first time instead of Angel or Wesley to deliver a book that Cordelia had forgotten to take back to Giles, everybody except for Anya had been a little wary of the tall man. Anya however had declared her intentions pretty much straightaway after getting the go a head from all she had asked.

Gunn had been surprised at first but hadn't passed up the opportunity when it had so obviously come with blessings all round. Now married with twins on the way, Giles had to admit that they made a great couple. Arranging for Spike to be swapped to L.A. for Gunn had been easier than imagined, Angel had been happy to take his Childe out of the Scooby Gang so that the happy father to be could be with his beloved. Gone were all his snide remarks that were designed to upset the friends. Gone were the sneers and rolled eyes when someone came up with a suggestion as to the boys whereabouts.

"And gone is the arsehole himself, thank Christ" muttered the naked man as he pulled back the blankets and sheets, clambering into the inviting bed. He missed the laughter and groans that always greeted the brunettes bad jokes, the horror that were his shirts when Anya didn't pick out his clothes that day. His ability to come up with quips that always guaranteed a relieving of tension no matter the situation. Giles only held out hope that wherever the young man was, he was safe and healthy. Light turned off, the ex-watcher rolled over and closed his eyes in an effort to chase away the worry that was always with him after a Xander meeting.

*****
Part 10:

Sometime in 2001

Somewhere

Fiddling with one of the silver bracelets that he had woken up with wearing, Xander had no idea where he was this time.

After Randall had finished cleaning himself off, he had wiped down the youth while telling the brunette that it wasn't going to be like that each time and that he would eventually end up liking it, if not for the first few times. Xander had been too shocked at the time for the words to really register in his mind, he had been thirsty, in pain and ashamed of himself.

He had passed out during the process of having his legs lowered, his muscles screaming in agony and protest of their rough treatment, now he had woken up in a totally different room again.

Reaching his hand up to play with the short necklace around his neck, he looked around the bare room once more. It didn't contain much at all, just a bunk bed that he was laying on, bolted to the wall and floor as well as three shelves on the opposite side of the aqua coloured room, a metal toilet. Concrete floor, no window and only one solid door that featured two sealed peep holes. One was eye level while the larger one was around waist height. The only light coming from a globe directly built into the ceiling.

No on/off switch, Xander had already looked while stiffly shuffling around the small room. He was valiantly trying not to think of what had been forced onto him earlier that day or had it been night? Randall 's words kept zooming back to him and he couldn't ignore the dull ache in his backside whenever he moved. What the older man had said was really frightening him, he had a small idea of what Randall meant by those words but like the ache, he was trying to ignore them as well.

The sore youth had no idea how the two bracelets and necklace got to be on him but after a lot of tugging and a few minutes of chewing at the bracelets, he had come to the reluctant conclusion of that they were there to stay for a while at least. He wasn't happy that he was naked once again but after what had happened to the cotton clothing, there was no way he would have been able to wear it again anyway.

A sticky tongue run over dry lips, he once again just wanted some water. Xander was sure that this method of treatment was used on prisoner's in Third World countries as an effective form of torture and information retrieval, he was pretty much ready to give up any information they may want on anything if he was guaranteed a glass of water. If ever he was asked about how effective it was, he knew that he could give it a hearty thumbs up.

As ashamed and upset as he was, the brunette wasn't actually sure which was the worst so far. The rape or the constant thirst. He was so dry, he couldn't cry anymore. Randall had physically hurt him terribly and he never wanted to go through that again but being denied sufficient water for so long was really wearing him down. He was scared that Buffy and the rest of the Scooby Gang wouldn't be able to find him now that he had been moved twice and before he did something stupid for anything drinkable.

Jerking his head from resting upon the bare mattress, he swung himself off the bed and towards the door as he heard something being rattled. With a dry croaked "Hello?", Xander took a step back as the waist high peephole opened to reveal a tray sliding into the slots provided. Curiously the boy leaned down, wincing at the shooting pain in his arse, trying to see what was beyond the room. Plastic cup placed onto the tray before he got a look at something other than what seemed like a white hallway, the brunette snatched at the little cup and swallowed what was in it in a few large gulps.

Bitterly disappointed when he had finished, he hesitantly asked whoever it was out there if he could have some more. In answer to his question, a bowl of porridge was slipped onto the tray and pushed towards him. Stomach clenching in a hunger that he didn't even realise he was feeling, Xander shoved the thick mixture into his mouth using the fingers of his right hand, cup still clutched tightly in the other. It tasted a bit different, more flavoured with honey than it had been when hosted by the Voice.

Food finished all too quickly, he shrugged to himself and placed the empty cup and bowl back on the tray. Asking again for more water got him no response from the person who was now pushing through a blanket. Catching it before it fell on the ground, Xander fingered the light material, snidely asking if there was a pillow to go with it.

He jumped in sudden fright as the tray was noisily removed and the peephole slammed shut and locked from the outside. Thirst sated a little for the minute, he was shocked out of his cursing when he heard Randall's voice fill the room, much like the Voice had in his old room.

"You were told to only speak when spoken to. No use in being pissy, you only have yourself to blame for not having a pillow."

Xander stood motionless as sweat somehow managed to form across his dry brow. Heart beating fast, he wondered if the pervert was going to come at him again sometime soon. Not daring to answer back, he waited for Randall to continue.

"There is a reward system Scott. You do the right thing and you get things in return, pillow, room with a shower, books. Sounds good doesn't it Scott?. Behave yourself and we will see how the water situation can improve"

Nodding before he could catch himself, the youth almost wept at the thought of a whole jug of water, disgusted with himself at how weak he was and ashamed that he was actually agreeing with his rapist.

"Good boy Scott. I like your feisty nature but you have to learn how we do things here at The House. Go and get some sleep, you must be tired."

At the mere suggestion of sleep, Xander felt how heavy his eyes got and realised that he was physically and mentally exhausted. Stumbling over to the plain mattress, he climbed onto the cool material while trying not to jar his still aching muscles. Head lay upon the mattress, he arranged his limbs underneath the thin blanket as comfortably as possible. A few dry heaves and he found himself mouthing quiet words of a prayer he dimly remembered from Sunday School in the hopes that it would somehow speed up his inevitable rescue.

He knew that he would be saved but he didn't know when.

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