(Trigger Warning: I don't want to spoil, so I'll mark the start and end with -----------)

Oliver sat on the edge of the bed, his patience rapidly growing thinner. 

Caleb wouldn't so much as move. Oliver had been here half an hour already, and there was no sign that the boy would come out from his cocoon of thick blankets, no matter how much Oliver pleaded and coaxed. So he gave up. 

He and Griffin would be away for a couple days, dealing with an emergency that'd come up. Some territory had been slipping out of their grasp, and they needed to get a handle on things themselves. 

He cast one last look at the trembling mound of bedding before stepping out, quietly closing the door behind him. 

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(Two days later)

Caleb was sleeping, still wrapped in the bed. He'd accepted a few sips of water from Marjory, but still hadn't eaten. He didn't care-- he felt numb. He wasn't hungry. All he wanted was for all these people-- maids, butlers, Oliver, even Marjory-- to leave him alone and let him wallow in his suffering in peace.

The door creaked open, and he heard some rustling sounds. He assumed it was one of the maids, sent to tidy up the room as they did once a day, so he ignored it. . .

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Until he felt the bed dip. Before he could grumble for Marjory to go away, rough hands slid under the covers and pinned him down, one clamping over his mouth. The blankets were pulled off, and his blood-shot eyes flew open to see two strange men hovering over him, wolfish grins on their faces. 

He struggled and writhed in their grasp, but he was weak from hunger and fear. 

"Well, well." 

Caleb's blood ran cold. It was Victoria's voice, coming from the entrance of the room. The woman stalked up beside the bed, into his line of sight, and crouched. The man whose hand was over his mouth maneuvered Caleb's head to face the woman. 

"What's wrong with little Caleb? I hear you haven't left the room in a few days-- or even the bed. You must have been waiting for some company, am I right?"

Caleb tried to scream, but the hand over his mouth squeezed his jaw painfully. 

"What's wrong?" Great-- Bella was here too. She walked around the other side, and Caleb's head was forcefully turned in her direction. "You don't like our friends? But they're so handsome." she leaned over and kissed the man whose hands were on Caleb's hips, smashing him into the mattress. 

Victoria waved her hand, and the hand over his mouth was removed. "What are you doing?" Caleb demanded, his voice shaky with terror. "Let me go!" he again tried to squirm out of the four hands pinning him, but the man at his legs reached up under Caleb's shirt and pinched his belly, twisting the flesh painfully and making the boy cry out. The pain didn't stop until Caleb ceased his struggling.

"You don't get to decide what happens, Caleb. I do." Victoria sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes twinkling as she reached out to Caleb's belly, hooking two red fingernails under the hem of his shirt and slowly dragging it up. His breathing grew heavy and he squirmed, which only made them all laugh. 

"Stop-- what are you doing?" Caleb twisted away, but the slack in the mens' grip was quickly tightened. 

Victoria tucked the shirt up under his chin, then stroked her claws over his chest. "You don't need to know. You just need to be a good boy, like you were for Griffin."

Caleb froze, his heart racing. Were they going to assault him like Griffin had? No-- he couldn't let them--

"Cover his eyes," Bella demanded, and a cloth was produced and tied around Caleb's head. A hand was clamped over his mouth, muffling his begging and protests as they started to grope him again, their touches gradually getting more vile and rough. He felt his clothes being cut away and squirmed, tears being sopped up by the blindfold. He tried to bite the hand over his mouth, but every time he almost got his teeth in place, someone would pinch or slap him to make him stop. 

He felt a weight straddle his waist, and lean down over his chest. "Be a good boy, now. . . it'll only hurt a little." Bella's voice whispered in his ear, followed by a cruel laugh. Caleb's legs were pulled apart and pinned, and a sharp pain went through him as something was forced inside. 

He squeezed his eyes shut and cried against the hand, trying to block out the pain and humiliation. He prayed they would get bored and leave-- but as the pain increased and their laughter and taunts rose, he knew that wouldn't happen.

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                        Part 29 Coming Soon
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Sorry this one was a little short-- I have a LOT of things going on right now, so I'm surprised I even found time to get this much written lol. 

I apologize, and I hope the next chapter will be better.

Have a great day, Darlings♥