Holden stood there, fury on his face.

Yoongi opened his mouth to speak, but fear froze his vocal cords.

What could he say anyways? He had been caught red handed. They were fucked, and that was literal in Namjoon's case.

Holden glared at Yoongi, and then looked up at Namjoon, who was frozen in fear as well.

"I'll give you ten seconds to explain what's going on here." Holden said in a voice that was too calm to be a good sign. He leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms loosely over his chest. "Why is he out of his cage and why aren't you in school? What are you two doing together?"

Yoongi tried to tell a lie, his terrified brain scrambling to remember words, any specific ones that wouldn't escalate the situation further.

"Nine...eight...seven..." Holden raised an eyebrow as Yoongi struggled.

Namjoon gripped the towel that was in his hand, his whole arm shaking. He wanted to jump in and save Yoongi, but what could he say? Holden wanted the truth, but the truth would only anger him more, and if Namjoon told a lie that would also just piss off the man. It was a lose-lose situation they had been caught in.

"Six...five...really Yoongi? Cowarding out again?" Holden sighed, tossing his head back. "Four...three..."

"P-p-please..." Yoongi finally managed to get out, the hairbrush dropping to the floor as he trembled.

"Two."

"Please, sir- please..."

"One."

Yoongi whirled around, his terror stricken eyes catching Namjoon's equally terrified ones. His mouth opened to say something, but Holden had already pounced.

The mans hand slapped over the boys mouth, yanking Yoongi's head back against Holden's chest.

Namjoon felt the urge to jump in to Yoongi's rescue, but he could only make himself move a millimeter before fear froze him again.

Holden held Yoongi against him as he dragged the boy backwards out of the bathroom.

Yoongi's hands were struggling against Holden's, trying to pry the man's hand away, muffled cries of terror escaping as he was overpowered.

Time seemed to slow down to the point of stopping, and Namjoon felt his world shrink down to the sole moment of Yoongi's wide, terrified eyes meeting his own.

Despite his own fear, the repercussions that would surely follow his actions, his own future safety and the fact the only thing covering him right now was a mere towel, Namjoon snapped into action.

"No!" He lunged at the pair, his fingers bent to let his nails sink into the man's skin.

Holden grinned maliciously at him, and the door suddenly slammed shut in Namjoon's face.

The pornstar crashed into the solid wood painfully, making the door rattle in its frame.

"No!" Namjoon screamed, throwing himself at it again. "Yoongi!"

He grabbed the handle and yanked on it, but it wouldn't even twist- locked.

Yoongi's muffled cries slowly got fainter as he was dragged away and Namjoon's heart felt like it was about to explode out of his chest.

"Let him go!" Namjoon begged, tears running down his cheeks as he kicked and pounded on the door. "Let him go! Please! Yoongi!"

There was only silence, and Namjoon felt himself getting light headed. He had to catch his breath and calm down or else he would fall into a full blown panic attack.

Leaning against the door, he slowly sunk down to the floor, shaking hands gripping his hair as he bowed his head.

If he hadn't wanted to take a shower, this wouldn't have happened. Yoongi had taken a huge risk to help him out and now he was paying for it at the hands of his abuser.

And Namjoon knew his own turn at punishment was coming.

As soon as Holden finished with Yoongi.

-

Yoongi cried out in pain as he was thrown down the steps, crashing to the cement floor of the basement.

Holden came down the stairs leisurely, like he had time to kill.

He rolled up his sleeves, checking his watch as he did.

"You know, I forgot my work phone upstairs and had to come back to get it. I thought it was a good thing, because now I had an excuse to spend some time at home, namely with my new little toy. I was looking forward to finally breaking him in, especially after all the months I spent planning on how to get him here. So imagine my surprise when all my hard work is spoiled by none other than my own son." He raised an eyebrow as he reached the end of the steps, looking at Yoongi.

The boy had cowered in the corner, the force of his trembling still visible to Holden, who was a good twenty feet away.

Being in the basement brought back horrible memories for Yoongi, and ever since he had stood up to the man and woman he hadn't been back in this room. They had backed off and given him the guest room upstairs as his own personal bedroom. It didn't have a lock on the door, but after being locked up in every way possible, Yoongi was fine with that.

But now he was right back in the middle of the place that had been his personal hell physically, mentally and emotionally.

And not just for himself either.

The small cage that had held Yoongi back when he was the source of the man and woman's sick fantasies still stood there, the door open as if inviting him back inside its cramped quarters.

And after he stood up to them, it had held the other victims.

The ones Yoongi had tried to help.

The ones that all never made it.

The ones whose path Yoongi feared Namjoon would also be forced down.

Holden stood in the center of the room, looking around at the various ways someone could be held hostage inside.

The cage, the hanging chains bolted at each wall, the table in the back with the straps, the stained mattress in the center with the coils of rope resting on it.

It had been nearly a month since he had been down here. Nearly a month since he had cleaned up after the last inhabitant.

He inhaled deeply, smirking at the ever arousing scent of fear and sex that always seemed to permeate the air here, no matter how often the walls and floor were scrubbed and washed.

"You want him for yourself, is that it?" Holden asked Yoongi.

Judging by the way the boys head snapped towards him, his eyes wide with confusion, Holden assumed Yoongi hadn't understood him.

"Namjoon. You like him, don't you? That's why you unlocked him and let him take a shower."

Yoongi winced like he had been slapped and Holden got his answer.

He sighed, walking over.

"You know, you surprise me. When Vy and I were walking the halls of the orphanage, looking for the best one to bring home, you caught my eye just as we were about to call it quits and visit a different orphanage. You were sitting on a large lounge chair, curled up on it with a book that was so big you had to hold it with both hands. All the other kids were laughing loudly and running around, but you were in the corner by yourself; quiet and serene. The window was open, and sunlight was shining on your pale skin. I think that was what caught my attention. I watched you while the director talked to Vylette. Despite the chaos of the room, you calmly turned a page. I don't know what the book was about, but you were into it. I asked about you to the director and she was surprised but happy that I had chosen you. She said you were one of her favorites. I was beginning to think you would be my favorite too, but for a different reason."

Yoongi didn't want to hear this story, he already knew how it ended.

He clamped his hands over his ears as Holden stalked closer.

"You were six at the time and didn't remember your parents at all. You just knew that you were waiting and hoping like all those other kids that some day a prince and a princess would come in and take you to a fairy tale land, where there was always a happy ending. Your gummy smile when we walked out of the orphanage will forever be imprinted in my brain." Holden grinned. "I think about it every time I touch myself."

Yoongi shuddered, tears slipping past his squeezed shut eyes. He sensed the man was standing right in front of him now.

"You skipped across the parking lot, happy as could be. You thought our car was 'super cool', and when we got to the house you exclaimed that it was as big as a castle. I showed you around, and you eagerly asked me what room would be yours."

Yoongi sniffed and lifted his head, seeing Holden staring him down.

"I told you that you would get the biggest room of all. And I didn't lie, did I? I didn't lie when I unlocked the basement door and pushed you inside."

"Why..." Yoongi whispered, his voice barely audible. "Why are you bringing this up again?"

"Your face when I forced you down onto that mattress and ripped your clothes off, mm." Holden tossed his head back, eyes closed as he relished the memory. "The way your cute smile dropped so fast, confusion and fear taking its place. Gets me rock hard every time I remember it."

Disgust and anger flooded Yoongi just like it did every time he was treated this way by these people, but just like every other time, he could do nothing about it.

Holden sighed, coming down from his high off memory lane. Squatting down, he rested his forearm over his knee as his other arm reached out and grabbed a fistful of Yoongi's hair, shoving his head back against the wall.

Yoongi winced at the pain, clenching his teeth to prevent any cries from escaping. He could feel the sweat from his fear beading on his forehead and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"You were always my favorite, Yoongi." Holden said sadly, turning the boys head slightly so he could get a better look at him in every angle. "Why'd you have to go and ruin it? We had so many good years together. You know no one can make you orgasm the way I did. I know your body better than even you do. What gets you off the fastest, what spots to tease to make you cum the hardest. You can say you hated it every time, that you hate me as well, but you loved it enough to cum. Every. Single. Time." He sighed, scowling. "Not to mention the work I have to go through now to get a new piece of Asian ass. All because you suddenly decided that you had some worth. After all the places my tongue has been on and in your body, tainted with every foul word I've whispered in your ear as I fucked into you, you still thought you were enough of a person to stand up for yourself."

Yoongi swallowed hard, forcing his eyes open.

Deep brown met cold blue.

"You know what," Holden released Yoongi's hair but didn't move away. "I blame myself for that. if I had just treated you more like the useless fuck toy that you were, and still are, then you would have just laid down and accepted your role. But I was soft with you. I spoiled you, wasn't as hard and degrading with you as I should have been and you started thinking." He smirked. "I won't make that same mistake with Namjoon."

Yoongi's fingers curled into fists at that, and the man noticed.

"Oh yeah, I'll be way more rough with him. He'll never get a break. Not his ass or his mouth; I'll make sure he's always choking on cock until he can't breathe without one shoved down his throat. I'll chain him down on all fours for a year straight, fucking his ass nonstop until he goes insane from the relentless orgasms. Make him cock dumb, reduce that genius brain into nothing but putty for me to mold into the shape of my cock. Maybe I'll even let my poker buddies come over and have a go at him. All five of them at once. I'll break him in every way possible, and you won't be able to do anything but watch." He grinned. "Maybe I'll even let you two go at it with each other sometimes. It'll be torture for you- finally getting the one you like sexually, but you'll know it isn't right when it's all forced and you'll feel sick and guilty. Not that I'll let you two stop, of course. The mix of bittersweetness being a cycle of pain and pleasure for you two would make a good porno that I could sell. Your face would look so beautiful in the middle of a guilty orgasm. I bet you would come the hardest that way- with Namjoon's mouth on your dick and tears on your cheeks."

Yoongi swallowed hard, his fear slowly turning to anger. His fists shook at his sides. He wanted to swing at the man, just to shut him up, but he knew he would never be fast enough. Every time he had ever tried, Holden had stopped him.

Holden sighed dramatically, as if it were a real shame. "You know, it's all your fault. if you had just shut up and been my cute little toy, I would have spoiled you more. I would have given you everything. I never would have had to kidnap those other kids. What they endured here was all because you got lucky with a little blackmail and freed yourself."

Yoongi's anger evaporated like a puddle under the sun.

"N...no..." He whimpered, guilt and self hatred crushed back into him. "I...I didn't, I didn't! I didn't want that, I didn't know-"

"Bullshit." Holden laughed. "I warned you what would happen. I told you what I would do. And remember what you did?"

Yoongi did, and as much as he tried to block it out, the memory crashed back into him like a sucker punch.

Yoongi stood at the top of the stairs, his heart pounding painfully in his chest at the adrenaline racing through his veins.

Holden narrowed his eyes at the boy from where he was, at the bottom of the steps.

"You're bluffing." The man scoffed. "You don't have the guts."

"I'll do it." Yoongi swore. "I saw you with that other woman. I heard you. And I took pictures."

Holden hissed. "With what phone? You don't have one!"

"Your camera. You left it on the coffee table and I slipped it under the door and snapped pictures." Yoongi was serious, and the man sensed that.

"Then I'll destroy the camera." Holden said. "And you won't have any proof anymore."

"I printed off copies." Yoongi's fists tightened at his sides as he stood up for himself for the first time in years. As terrified as he was, it felt exhilarating. "And hid them. You'll never find them, not even if you tear this house apart nail by nail. Dozens of copies, dozens of pictures. And only I know the location of them all. If you ever touch me again, I'll show them to your wife, and you know she'll leave you in a second- if she doesn't try to kill you first. You know how crazy jealous she is."

Holden was silent, weighing the seriousness of the boy.

The odds were high that he was lying. Holden had left his camera out, that was true, but for the boy to have the nerve to steal it and sneak pictures of Holden's secret affair and then print out copies and hide them was borderline impossible. Yoongi was a tiny, scared little thing. Holden had taken painstaking care to beat the boy into terrified submission over the years. But one thing was making him ponder the possibility that the boy was telling the truth.

The simple fact that Yoongi was making direct and prolonged eye contact with him.

Ever since day one, the boy had never looked him in the eyes. Not after Holden had pushed him onto that mattress in the basement and raped him repeatedly.

Yoongi never looked him in the eyes after that. Always at the floor or off to the side, sometimes shut completely.

But now Yoongi gazed at him with an intensity strong enough to win a no blinking contest.

Holden wanted to call him out for lying, and then punish him for it, but something in the boys deep brown eyes made him stop. He tried again, and again he couldn't get the words out.

After swallowing, he finally relented.

"What do you want." He asked gruffly.

"My own room. An actual bedroom, not a mattress on the floor of a basement." Yoongi demanded. "And neither you nor her will touch me ever again. As soon as I'm eighteen I'm running away from here, and you won't ever chase after me."

Holden barked a laugh. "Where will you go? No money, no friends, no family. You'll die on the streets, if you don't come crawling back to me first."

"I'd rather die than step foot in this house again." Yoongi spat without any hesitation, and Holden knew he was telling the truth.

"Then leave," Holden smirked as the idea struck him.

He stepped back from the stairs, gesturing for Yoongi to walk past him, out the front door.

Yoongi paused with a frown, not trusting this sudden development.

"Go on," Holden encouraged, waving his wrist in the direction of the door. "I know you mean your words. So go on, step foot out of here and never come back again."

Yoongi didn't move for a few long moments.

And then he slowly stepped down one stair.

And then another.

And then another.

When he reached the last one, he glanced up at Holden, his questioning eyes boring into the mans.

He paused, as if waiting for the man to suddenly snap and grab him, but when Holden didn't do anything, Yoongi continued on, slowly picking up his pace as freedom drew ever closer.

As Yoongi reached a shaking hand out to the door handle, Holden called out.

"Oh, but if you do, then I'll get a little lonely. Vylette's great and all, but you know my preference lies with your kind."

Yoongi's hand stopped an inch away from the door.

"I'll miss the feeling of a tight little Asian ass around my cock too much if you leave. I'll have to do something to fill that void."

Yoongi slowly turned to face him. "What...are you saying?"

Holden cocked his head. "What do you care? You're leaving, remember?"

"Are you saying...that you'll take somebody else to be raped in my place?" Yoongi was horrified, his voice trembling.

Holden grinned. "You were getting a little too old for my taste anyways. I like them younger, when it's easier to mold their minds into obedient slaves. There's an elementary school that I drive by every day, you know. Maybe tomorrow I'll stop by and take a look around, find one that suits my interests. Or maybe the middle school will be better, since those kids have all hit puberty and their bodies will be better for my needs." He chuckled. "Maybe I'll even rename one after you. Little Yoongi Jr."

Yoongi faced him fully, his back to the front door. "You...you wouldn't. I- I'll call the police on you!"

"You know I have buddies at the station." Holden clucked his tongue.

"I'll go to a different one! A police station in a different city!"

"They'll never get here in time to see any evidence." Holden narrowed his eyes at the boy. "The body would be long gone before those sirens even came in to hearing distance. And it would be all your fault."

Tears raced down Yoongi's pale cheeks, and Holden held back a moan at the sight.

"So you can leave and never see me again." The man held up a hand and studied his nails. "Or you can be reasonable and stay here. You'll get your own room. And Vylette and I will find someone else to use and abuse."

Yoongi was speechless where he stood.

"How...how can you expect me to stay in a place where...where I could hear you two hurting an innocent child?"

"You don't have to. You can run far away and never hear a thing. But you'll know." Holden dropped his hand and walked over to the boy. "You'll know it was all your fault. And you'll know you'll be too far away to ever help them."

Yoongi cried silently as the man stood over him.

Holden reached past the boy and grabbed the lock for the front door, twisting it into place.

"If I stay... what's to stop you from taking someone anyways?" Yoongi asked softly.

"Nothing." Holden answered. "I'm going to do that no matter what, unless you get rid of those photos and go back to our dynamic."

Yoongi was silent.

"That's what I thought." Holden laughed. "You don't want me to hurt someone else, but you won't do what needs to be done to stop it either. You're stuck now. Too guilty to run away, and too scared to go back."

He knelt down, grinning cruelly at Yoongi's pain.

"There, there," he cooed, running his hands through the boys hair. "Tough decisions, I know. But I think you know what the right choice is. At least if you're still here you can TRY to help them."

Yoongi hiccupped and scrubbed his eyes, before blinking a few times as he decided on where to set his gaze.

A few seconds later, he looked down at the floor.

Holden smirked, ruffling the boys hair. "Good boy. You can have the guest room on the second floor. Go on in and celebrate your victory. You won, after all."

Feeling lower than ever before, Yoongi trudged away.

"And remember this if you ever try to stand up to me again!" Holden called after him.

After he heard the bedroom door shut, he grabbed his car keys.

He had some sight seeing to do now.

Seeing Yoongi was distracted with the painful memory, Holden took the opportunity to grab the boys wrists, yanking them up to lock them in the chains that hung from the wall.

Yoongi was sobbing hard, and the sight made Holden's pants tighten.

He couldn't take his arousal out on Yoongi anymore though, he was still convinced the boy had those damning photos hidden somewhere. Despite all his searching, he hadn't found them, just like Yoongi said. If Vylette wasn't dangerous with her jealousy and temper, Holden would have broken up with her to keep Yoongi ages ago. But she was. Enough to make Holden just scared enough to not risk upsetting her with his affair.

But, he recalled with relish as he walked away from the crying boy, he had someone else he could use however he wanted now.

He locked the basement door behind him, and then eagerly raced up the stairs to the bathroom.