Chapter 1

Ker screams in agony as the hot metal touches his bare skin. His back arches, and tears slip from his tightly closed eyes. He can hear laughter coming from his abuser, Lee. This only sends more fear coursing through his veins.

“You deserve this, Xiong,” Lee tells him. Ker can just imagine the cruel smile on his face. “You deserve everything bad that happens to you. You don’t deserve anything good.”

Mewling whimpers escape past Ker’s lips. What did I do to deserve this? He silently asks himself. What? Yes, I’ve killed innocents before, but I didn’t want to. I was forced to. I didn’t want to do bad things.

Ker screams again as hot metal touches his skin. He curls his fingers into tight, trembling fists. Phong, he cries desperately. I want Phong. He wouldn’t let Lee do this. He’d protect me.

More tears slip from his eyes. Phong. Oh, how he misses his beloved mate. It’s been fourteen long, terrible years of seperation. Fourteen long years without being touched by Phong, held by Phong, or kissed by Phong. Fourteen long years without hearing Phong’s beautiful angelic voice. Fourteen long years alone.

A lot has happened in those fourteen years. Ker has become reserved, isolated. He fears men, especially men in uniform and his roommate, Lee. His nights are plagued with nightmares, while his days are plagued with flashbacks and panic attacks. Being a submissive, he is able to carry children, and has had many miscarriages. He’s currently pregnant now, in his second momth, and he hopes he will not lose this child like he did the rest.

But, knowing Lee, the older, dominate male will do anything to make his life a living hell. He’ll do anything to cause Ker pain, even if that results in the death of an unborn child. To Ker, Lee is a monster, no better than the soldiers who broke him.

Ker flinches when he hears Lee stand up. He knows what is coming next. He opens his eyes a sliver, watches in horror as Lee grabs a bucket full of water - hot water. The older male does this after each torture session. He pours a bucket full of boiling hot water onto Ker’s scarred, mutilated body.

Ker’s eyes close as he prepares himself. A blood curdling cry escapes past his lips when the water touches his skin. He bites down hard on his lip, hard enough to draw blood. He can hear Lee’s deep, cruel laughter. He feels bile coming up his throat, threatening to come out. He swallows it down, though, because he knows that Lee will only get angrier if he throws up.

“All done, Xiong,” Lee says mockingly. “Hey up now. Get out of my sight.”

Ker pushes himself up off the bamboo floor with difficulty. He groans in pain, but manages, somehow, to get himself on his feet. He walks carefully, stumbling over his feet with each step, to the chest where his and Lee’s possessions are kept. He grabs a blue long sleeve shirt, a fresh pair of underwear, and a pair in loose black sweatpants. He carefully pulls them on, before exiting the hut and leaving Lee at last.

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Ker walks through the busy, crowded marketplace. He looks at each stall carefully, wondering what he should buy, if anything. He looks at a stall selling clothes. He only has two sets of clothes, and a pair of old, worn tennis shoes. He could really use a new shirt and pants.

He walks up to the stall and looks for long sleeve clothing. Being a warm, tropical place, finding long sleeve clothes is hard. He searches for a few minutes before landing his eyes on a dark green striped shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants.

Suddenly, causing a startled cry to escape past his lips, Lee feels someone grab the back of his shirt. They turn him around fast, causing Ker to become dizzy and see stars. Ker finds himself eye to eye with a man in a dark green uniform and a gun resting on his back - a soldier.

“You,” he hisses. His breath is hot against Ker’s cold skin, and it smells like alcohol and cigarette smoke. “Come with me. You’re mine.”

Ker’s eyes grow wide, and his body begins to tremble. He swallows hard, and shakes his head, mouthing the word no over and over. The soldier’s dark eyes narrow dangerously.

“No?” the man in uniform growls out. “I think you meant yes, sir.” Ker watches in horror as the soldier takes a rope hanging from his belt and proceeds to tie Ker’s trembling hands tight behind his back. “Now, walk. Follow me. And, remember, no talking.”

Ker swallows hard again before nodding weakly. He follows the soldier out of the marketplace, out of the camp. They walk long miles until sundown on the long, winding red dirt road until they reach a camp of soldiers near the jungle.

“Look what I found,” the soldier, most likely the leader, announces. “A girly looking freak. We can do anything we want to him ... or should I say it.”

Ker flinches, and all the soldiers around him laugh loudly and harshly. The leader grabs him by the the upper arm and throws him hard onto the cold, muddy ground. Ker’s eyes open just in time to see the leader take out his gun before shooting Ker in the leg.

He screams in agony as tears of pain slide down his face. Once again, the soldiers laugh, as if they find seeing him in pain humorous. Ker bites down at his lip to keep from screaming anymore, but it does nothing to stop the pained cries from coming out.

“Kyung,” the leader says, and a big burly man with dark brown skin and a short, shaved hair steps up. “Take this freak to one of the tents. Do whatever you wish to it, but don’t take too long. I want some fun with him, too.”

Kyung salutes. “Yes, sir!” he replies, and walks over to where Ker lays on the ground. He kicks Ker hard in the leg whee he had been shot, and a low, mewling cry escapes past bloodied chapped lips. Kyung laughs harshly before easily lifting Ker up off the ground and carrying him over to one of the many tents.

He throws are roughly onto the ground. “Boy, are we going to have fun tonight!” he says cruelly as Lee watches in horror as he unzips his uniform pants. He steps out of his tall black dirty boots, pants, and underwear. Ker closes his eyes tight as more tears slide down his cheeks when he sees how big and hard Kyung is. He knows that this is going to be extremely painful.

Kyung kneels down beside Ker and proceeds to take off Ker’s sweatpants and underwear. He pulls off Ker’s dark brown tennis shoes and gray, worn out socks, before tossing both to the side. Now, Ker is completely exposed. He moves to fro his legs to give his limp, soft manhood, but Kyung pulls them apart, making quiet tsking sounds and shaking his head.

“No, you freak,” the older man growls out. “I want you complete exposed. Be a man, not the woman you think you are. Men don’t hide themselves.”