Day 265 - Friday, September 12th

[papalobo]

[A Chinese man who is definitely a mature adult and not a teenager checks in to the Hyatt, one of their more exclusive rooms, along with his half-white half brother who is also certainly not a teenager and most definitely not the notorious gang leader wanted on suspicion of a September 11th New York City bombing in retaliation for an angry rogue sect of anti-American zealots.

The entire suite floor has been rented out, and it requires a special key card in the elevator and on the stairs to enter that floor. But they can rent one of the still very luxe rooms directly beneath.

A familiar white limo is in the car garage, though the opportunity to gawk or investigate is slim, between the security cameras and live guards.

There's still no contact from Max, but the Department of Homeland Security has become involved, and has begun to enter Ash's territory with intent to arrest any known figures within his gang to bring in for questioning.]

Day 284, Wednesday, Oct 1st

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[papalobo]

Oh, we're all going to have a turn in you eventually.

[jadedlynx]

[ He knows that 'all' in an exaggeration, but that 'more' is a real possibility.

He turns his head. He isn't going to have a conversation with his rapist. ]

[papalobo]

Don't be like that. You're only making this harder on yourself.

[jadedlynx]

I'll talk to someone who isn't a rapist bastard. If you can't find anybody in your group to fit that, you should all resign right now.

[papalobo]

Not happening, so get a grip on reality.

[jadedlynx]

[ As if Ash actually really thought that would happen.

He falls into silence. Ash won't talk to this man. There's blood on his leg that's a physical reminder of his selfish attack, and his body throbs from his equally selfish pace. ]

[papalobo]

[Eventually, another officer comes in. They talk about his lack of cooperation; his assailant points out Ash tried to pick a fight with him, with handcuffs on. They have a hearty laugh, as the second man gives Ash a knowing smirk, licking his lips, considering his own turn.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Victims of assault often become victims a second time. The working theory is that the attack damages them in a way that makes them easier targets for the next assailant. Ash knows there's no such psychology involved here. The first guy is a test. Will he give in or throw away his future to fight? Max would have wanted him to fight. Always. But in his world, it's more important to pick your battles. If he fought too much, he'd be charged with trying to escaping police custody. They've assured there's no guard or no good that will care. Handcuffed and unable to kill, trained men do have a good chance at overpowering him.

So what? He reports it? At best, they'll believe sex happened but he seduced then. The more likely scenerio is that they don't believe him at all, and he becomes the boy that cried rape.

He's being sacrificed again. Ash is working to not become the scapegoat they want to make him, but if they had their way, he'll be fucked until finding him guilty, he's sent off to prison to fight off rape for the remainder of his life, and they get congratulations for catching the bad guy.

Endure it. Fight it. Don't serve it to them on a plater. For now, fighting means being careful what he fought. ]

I want Officer Doyle to sit in on the interrogations.

[papalobo]

Officer Doyle? Who the hell is that?

The one who got him to give up his location, Sir.

He's NYPD. This's way out of their hands by now, kid.

[jadedlynx]

The NYPD can sit in a seat. I want him present.

[papalobo]

Denied.

[He smirks, chin in hands.]

[jadedlynx]

[ There's nobody he can trust here. Doyle kept his promise with Wu, and he'd even had them on their way before Ash gave up much info.

But it won't happen.

Keeping them in the room as little as possible is the next best option. He'll answer their questions as quickly as he can, eyes on the table in front of him. ]

[papalobo]

[But soon the second officer becomes hands on; he walks over, a hand on Ash's back, asking what's wrong, why he's so withdrawn now.]

[jadedlynx]

[ A rough roll of his shoulder urges the hand off, but he knows where this is going. His best hope is that it stops at these two.

'Don't touch me' likely amounts to the same. ]

[papalobo]

[It's cute, it's funny; how can they resist, really, when he's being so attractive?]

I'm an old man, I can only go so many times a day. Stop trying to kill me by overworking me, Son. Just how much fun did you have last time?

[jadedlynx]

Not a damn bit. I hope the next guy gives you something that makes your dick fall off.

[papalobo]

How about I do him and you watch his face to see what he looks like when he enjoys it?

Sounds like a deal. Sorry, Mr. Golzine, we'll see if we can't make you feel it this time too. And we won't stop 'till you enjoy our job as much as we do.

[jadedlynx]

[ His lips thin and his eyes narrow. Even though the man didn't finish in him, his insides feel disgusting. He's tired. Ash wants to sleep, he wants to shower, he wants to see Max. ]

Just leave me the hell alone already.

[papalobo]

[But instead, the first man pulls him up by the hair before slamming him forward on the table. This time, the man from before leans forward on the table, arms folded, near enough Ash can feel every breath on his face as the next round of abuse begins.]

[jadedlynx]

[ It would almost be worth it to try and force his head into the other man's. Almost. He has to get out of here someday. If he has any hope of going back to any kind of life,he can't make a record of 'trying to escape'.

Yut Lung once pointed out to Eiji that Ash knew how to play the game. So, he played. ]