Rhys didn't know whether to scream or to cry. All rational thought in his mind has come to a halt. There, standing in the doorway and shrugging out of his coat, is one of the men that torture his soul. 

He had no reason to look so pleased. Rhys could see his narrow eyes play with his body. Feel how the gaze dances along his skin. He didn't notice the shake Kique was giving him.

"Rhys? You okay?"

Kique says. Rhys just blinks absently. Officer Oscar has moved to the kitchen. Rhys grits his teeth hearing how casually he talks. Talking like he wasn't a fucking pedophile.

Eli leans against Rhys. Curious eyes scan his face. His eyes could say a thousand words to Rhys. He passes a hand through the little boy's curls. His fingers become entangled in the silky bush.

"Now you are acting weird."

Kique pipes up again. Worry written all over her face. Rhys shakes his head. He takes his hand free from the curls and rises from his seat. Kique looks to Eli for answers but is met with equal confusion.

Rhys peers past the wall leading to the kitchen. The three adults conversed amongst themselves. Completely unaware of the rapist among them.

"Bolt, who's that boy in there? New foster?"

Henderson nodded, lifting his glass to his mouth. "Yeah. Just recently."

"He looks older. Too old to still be in the system."

Trent chuckled weakly, cutting up some peppers. "It's just an extra year's Oscar. Besides, he needs some sort of support."

Oscar's lips pressed together. His hand on the glass tightened in irritation but his voice didn't waver. It was then he glanced at Rhys. A chill ran down his spine. He doesn't duck out fast enough. He's just moving. His legs move until he's in his room and face planted into his pillow.

~

"Wake up bitch!"

Rhys stirred in his sleep. His body felt so heavy. The cloudy voice beckoning him awake was like fog on a mirror. It came again but this time with a tight grip on his wrist. He reeled ready to hit the opposing force only to feel his heart fall to his stomach.

Oscar's wicked smile widens, pulling the limp redhead's body towards him. Rhy tries to push but it is like his hands are sinking in sand. The officer pulls him close, locking a long and sloppy kiss to his lips. 

Rhys fussed. Oscar didn't care.

"Now darling. You know you shouldn't stress about your condition."

That's when Rhys realized another thing. His belly was distended. It was almost twice the size it was when he was carrying Ming. Oscar's palms stretch over the mound. Slow kisses pepper his neck as he strokes.

"Don't I love you when you're this big? So full and tight with my seed. Can't wait to see them slowly inch out of you. To fill you back up before that belly has a chance to snap back."

Rhys chokes out a sob. The fight in him died and all he wanted to do was to die along with it. His legs are going weak but Oscar never lets him fall as he holds under the mound. 

"Why do you want me!"

Oscar didn't answer. Just swayed slowly like we were in some old sitcom. Like some old couple reminiscing on the good old days. His ideal picture.

~

"If I keep coming over here Trent I will need to request a new uniform. "

 Oscar says laying his fork on the plate. Trent laughed, batting his compliment away. Everytime that man opens his mouth, Rhys could feel the chill dancing up his spine.

Malik and Kique kept staring. Two of the same pod. Trent looked over at Rhys' still filled plate.

"You okay Rhys? You barely touched it.'

Rhys wets his lips. "Not very hungry."

"Now Rhys. You need that food to keep that milk strong and running."

Rhys swears he saw Oscar's lips glisten when he heard that. Malik lays a hand on his thighs. Real boyfriend or not, it was nice to have a wanted hand on him rather than in the memory of an evil one.

"Don't worry. I'll get it down."

The dinner went back to casual small talk. Oscar's eyes continually molest him. That was until the screech of a chair being pulled.

"If you would excuse me. Bathroom still the same place?"

Henderson nodded. Oscar moved across the dining room. His eyes pulled Rhys, installing him to join him. He doesn't have to. What could he di to him? He has no power over him?

That's the thing. He does have power over him.

Excluding himself, Rhys follows the man to the bathroom. He barely made it through the door when he was pressed up against the wall. His lips attack Rhys with the force of a waterfall.

"So here's where you've been hiding."

Oscar smirked, pinching his lower chin. A ragged thumb smoothed his slick covered lips. Rhys cringes feeling the imprint that presses against him. Rhys wants to jump down a whole and just keep falling.

"So beautiful. Why didn't you come with me? I would just keep you in my home like a little doll. You wouldn't have to lift a finger."

"...no"

He cocks a brow, "no? That's unfortunate. Don't worry you'll change your mind eventually."

"Never."

"But you will. What are you going to do when you finish school. Go back to the streets? How's that going to work? I can give you a life away from the harsh climates. Protect you and your little bosom of children."

Rhys remains quiet. He shakes his head. If he opens his mouth he may not stop the retching.
Oscar places one last kiss to his lips before dripping his hand. He moves towards the door.

"Think about it." 

When the door clipped shut, Rhys fell to the ground. His arms wrapped tightly around his frame. His body shivered like a naked newborn. He doesn't know why these things keep happening to him. He knows he's not the best person but to have this.

Did he deserve this?