Quatre awoke in a dark, dingy room. The only light coming from an old street lamp outside the window. It did little to illuminate the room, or even the street below. His head was spinning, and his mouth felt like it was full of cotton. And those were the least of his problems. His entire body was screaming.

Each labored breath set his chest on fire. Each time he shifted, even slightly, pain lanced through him. His arms were numb, he tried to move them, and found they were shackled above his head. At the movement the restraints clicked against wood. In the dim light he could see that he was handcuffed to the bedposts. His chest was bare, most of the bruises had healed, but the scars still lingered on his stomach, where he head been cut. He was wearing a pair of his khaki's, though God knows how Wufei had gotten them.

Quatre had lost weight, so they were too large, but he was glad to at least be wearing something. He closed his eyes, and tried to ignore the overwhelming sensations of pain that seemed to be all he could feel. His eyes filled with angry tears of self loathing. Just when he had thought it was over. When he could have five seconds to himself. When maybe for once he could heal, if at least just in body. The salty droplets spilled down his cheeks. But fate didn't seem to want to give him a break. It seemed he was destined to live out the remainder of his life under Wufei's contract.

Death, release, freedom, coming only when the raven haired boy grew tired of him. A simple mistake had led him here. Just a tiny twist of fate, and it was him tied to this bed, in this rundown room. Had Heero gone to check on Duo, it might be him tied here. Or maybe not. More than likely Heero would have saved Duo. Would have given his life for the violet eyed boy.

//Isn't that what you did? Haven't you given your life? Prayed everyday, and to any God that would listen to end this existence for you? And why hasn't it ended? You should have died in that cabin, freed every one of your pathetic presence. But you haven't fully paid your debt now have you? No. You let Duo die while you stood there. You didn't do anything, and so now you must pay. Serve your penance on your knees before Wufei. You can pray everyday to Allah, and he will never absolve you. The only way to show your remorse is to suffer as Duo suffered. To give your body, and spare the others. To right the wrongs which you yourself did not stop. The only way to pay for all that, is with your life.//

He nodded his head, agreeing with the diatribe going on in his mind. He heard noises from outside his room. A scraping on the door. The partially rotted wood swung open revealing Wufei, and someone else. The Chinese boy snapped on the lights. They hummed for a second, before flickering on. Quatre blinked a few times, adjusting to the new light.

Wufei hauled his companion in and locked the door. The boy with him was rather strung out. He was pale, and shaking, and looked nervous as hell. He glanced at Quatre, and flinched when he saw the boy was tied to the bed. Quatre blanched too, but for a different reason. The strange boy could have been his brother.

They shared a remarkably similar appearance. The boy was short, and skinny, almost to the point of being gaunt. He had tangled blonde hair, that was perhaps a shade darker than Quatre's, but the Arabian figured that's because the stranger was dirty. When he had looked at him, Quatre had glimpsed at the boy's eyes, a bit greener than his own, but still...The were around the same height, same build, same features. He shivered. Knowing Wufei this wasn't some unusual coincidence. The boy was tense too, he shifted from foot to foot, and looked around the room constantly.

"H-H-Hey...you s-said that you had s-some s-stuff for me...W-Where is it?"

Wufei turned and smiled at the boy. Even through he didn't know the black haired boy, something about that smile made the stranger cold. It had no feeling. It was almost...predatory. He glanced back at the boy bound to the bed. The little blonde was only wearing a pair of pants, and didn't so look so well. When he turned back, the black haired boy was right in front of him. He gasped and tried to move back, but the other boy was quicker. Wufei's hand came up to strike him.

The stranger couldn't dodge, and Wufei hit him, sending him smashing into the wall. He slumped down, and faded into unconsciousness. Wufei nudged him with his foot, and seemed satisfied when the body didn't move. He walked over to Quatre who was lying stunned at what he had just seen. Wufei smoothed the blonde bangs from Quatre's face and stroked down his cheek.

"No fears little one. Daddy has to punish the bad boy tonight, but you'll be safe. Daddy knows you're still too hurt."

Quatre shuddered. Wufei leaned down and kissed him lightly. And then looked at him in reverence.

"So beautiful..."

With that, the Chinese boy backed away, and went to the body on the floor. Roughly, he slapped the sunken face. Over, and over until the boy finally stirred. Terrified green eyes looked up at Wufei.

"W-What are you doing..?"

Wufei slapped him hard across the face, and then jerked him to his feet. He slammed him into the wall. The boy's head making a dull thud as it smashed against it.

"You've been bad, and now Daddy must punish you."

The boys eyes went from terrified to being filled with sheer panic. He struggled, but Wufei was stronger. Wufei pulled him forward, and slammed him back again. Then he held him with one hand, as the other punched him in the stomach. The boy coughed, and fell to his hands and knees. Wufei took the opportunity to kick him in the abdomen, making the boy fall flat on his face. He flipped him over, and sat on the boy's hips, pinning him to the floor. He began to rain blow after blow to the boy's face, neck, and chest.

"Bad boy. Always so weak. Why can't you listen to Daddy? Why do you always want to study?"

The boy's nose broke, and blood streamed from the crumpled mess.

"Daddy just wants to make you stronger."

A punch to the throat, and the boy was left gasping for air, clawing at the injured area.

"Daddy will make you strong. Don't fight. You don't want to be weak, do you? You want to be strong like Daddy."

A vicious punch to the chest, and the sickening crack of bones. The boy had ceased moving, and simply laid there as Wufei continued to beat him senseless.

"You always disobey. You think you're stronger than me. Well, you aren't. You're weak. But I will make you strong."

Wufei lifted the boy's head and smashed it against the floor.

"Weak."

Tears were streaming down the Chinese boy's face.

"Weak. Weak. Weak."

The boy's head continued to thunk against the floor, as it was pounded into it.

"Daddy loves you. He wants you to be strong."

Wufei moved off the half dead form under him, and proceeded to rip off the boy's clothing. The stranger was too beaten to fight back. Wufei pulled down his own pants, and moved between the boy's legs. As Wufei took him, all that was heard was a hoarse, animal like scream as the boy tried to voice his objections. Wufei slapped him hard, and continued thrusting into him, unfazed.

"Daddy loves you. Daddy will make you strong. You love Daddy, don't you? Don't you?", he screamed.

The boy tried to nod his head rolling listlessly around. Wufei continued to force him, tearing painfully into the body beneath him.

"So weak. Weak. Daddy wants you to be strong."

Blood flowed from the boy's mouth, spilling onto the floor around him. Wufei ignored everything and kept taking him, speeding up his rapid movements. It didn't take much longer for him to tense, and release himself into the boy. He collapsed on the still figure, and smiled. The boy croaked, and tried to move. Wufei sat up, and glared at him. He pulled out, and put his pants on.

"Look what you made me do. You're trying to make me weak like you."

He started to hit the boy again, fists connecting with flesh over and over. The boy had long since stopped moving, and breathing by the time a panting Wufei moved back. He looked down at the lifeless body, and began to cry.

"Why, Daddy?"

He backed up and stared in horror at the boy, as if just seeing him. He looked over at Quatre who was shaking in fear on the bed. He crawled up next to him, and when Quatre saw his eyes, he was shocked. The black orbs were wide, and terrified. They also held all the guilelessness of a six year old. Wufei wrapped his arms around Quatre, smearing blood all over the Arabian's creamy chest. The Chinese boy sobbed against his shoulder.

"D-D-Daddy doesn't mean to get so angwy. It's m-my fault. If I wasn't so weak, he wouldn't have to d-do these things."

Quatre nodded, his eyes wide with confusion. Wufei snuggled up against him, and Quatre winced at the pain it caused. Wufei leaned up, and kissed his cheek.

"I wuv you Quatwa."

Quatre laid there as Wufei drifted off into slumber, still sniffling. He was shocked, and horrified, his whole being consumed by turmoil at this turn of events. Finally he slipped into a fitful sleep, silent tears running down his face, as he quietly mourned for the newest soul lost to Wufei's demons.

* * *

Quatre was jerked out of slumber by a sharp slap across his face. His eye flew open, the blue green orbs still muddled with sleep.

"What the hell happened here," Wufei was screaming, as he pointed to the broken, bloody body on the floor. Quatre pressed himself against the bed, as if trying to disappear from sight. Wufei hit him hard again, Quatre's head snapped to the side. A thin trickle of blood slid down from his newly, and again, cut lip. The blonde shook his woozy head.

"I..you..you brought him here..and you did that..."

Wufei leaned down, so that their faces were inches apart. He grabbed the blonde's chin, so that he couldn't move.

"Are you lying to me?"

Quatre stared at him wide eyes, and disbelieving that Wufei didn't remember *that*. Wufei's fingers bit into his chin, bruising the pale skin.

"Tell me *exactly* what happened", he demanded. Quatre swallowed. "You..you left, and then a while later, you came back with...him..and you knocked him out, and you told me that daddy had to punish the bad boy...and then you woke him up...and you just kept hitting him...and then you forced...and you kept saying daddy will make you strong..and things like that...and the you beat him, until he wasn't moving....and then you cried, and said daddy didn't mean it...and you came and slept next to me...." Wufei had turned ashen, and was staring at the body as if it was going to attack him.

"You..lie...lies...," he whispered, as he released Quatre, and backed away.

Quatre moved his jaw around trying to ease the pain. Wufei looked at him terrified. Quare stared dumbly at him. The Chinese boy glanced at the crimson mess that was the boy, and then back to Quatre. He stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes gleamed, black orbs flashing evilly.

"No, you're a liar," he took a step back towards Quatre, "you're trying to confuse me so I'll forget about you. You're trying to corrupt me, make me think I did those things. Lying is for the weak Quatre. And you know I can't tolerate that."

Wufei slowly made his way back to the Arabian, who was trembling against his bonds. Quatre closed his eyes, and braced himself.

* * *

Heero and Rashid ran up to the figure huddled beside the payphone. The cold, shivering boy had been there all night, his eyes never leaving the front door.

"That's it," Trowa stated, "that's where he has Quatre." Heero looked at him questioningly.

"How do you know?"

Trowa stared at him, green eyes calm, but flat, and lifeless.

"I just know."