Nate groaned out as he felt the heaviness settle in his head, his throat was completely parched and his vision was somewhat blurry, he shut his eyes, his head lolling back and forth.

He was trying to steady his vision, at least to see where he was, he tried to move but his body seemed stiff, no not just stiff, but tied, like something was holding him down.

And he knew he was lying on something soft, he could actually feel it's feathery touch in his hands, which were also tied, like they were bound to something.

He opened his eyes and made a croaky sound from the deep ends of his throat before his vision finally started to clear up and he could see white ceiling up top.

He moved his head, turning it slowly but fuck it was painful, his head ached. He was on a bed, in a room, he looked up and the room was fucking huge, wide with the door on the far right of the room, a tiny red door.

There were no other doors in the room, just the one. He tried to look for something, anything that'll give him a clue as to where he was but the place was just empty and quiet.

He remembered walking out of his apartment and heading down the street, then he spotted a black car, just before he got to the store. The thing he inhaled from the cloth, he's guessing it was one of the reasons why his head was currently pounding hard.

He noticed his jacket was off, and the grey roundneck he'd worn was what was still on him and his pants too.

Where the hell is he?

He hoped this better not be a sick joke of his father, what else did the man want again, he'd done everything he wanted, so what was the point of all this?

He shut his eyes and looked at his hand on his side, they were bound to the bed with zip ties, and so were his legs, and whoever tied this thing was really good, because the more he struggled to break free, the tighter it got, and it stung his wrists.

He sighed out and plopped his head back on the bed with a loud groan of frustration. He heard the door creaked open and when he looked up his whole body froze up, even to his heart, he wasn't even sure he was breathing.

What the hell? "Oh Natey, you're finally awake, thank God, I would have felt bad if I had to come wake you up myself" the man muttered with his almost very ugly, and sleezy voice, almost as if he was wheezing and living only on borrowed air.

His voice sounded just as bad as his face looked, as if he had drank acid and it burned his vocal cords, making it sound so bad to the ears.

But of course he couldn't say anything as he felt his heart hammering in his chest, his throat had ran dry, he opened his mouth but no words were coming out, except his shallow breath that he was trying to calm.

The man stopped just by the side of his bed and smiled, making the scar on the side of his face to look even more prominent, almost as if he obtained it today, and unlike other people that their eyes lit up when they smile, his own eyes, especially the bad one looked ten times scary and disgusting.

Nate resisted the urge to grimace at the sight, what the hell was he doing here? "Sorry about the welcome my boys gave you" the man muttered, gesturing to Nate's tied hands and legs "i couldn't risk you trying to run away, especially knowing you'd been hanging around my nephew lately"

Nate clenched his jaw as his stare hardened at the man, he still hadn't said anything to the man but he had a lot inside of him that he wanted to say but something was blocking his throat, clogging the words back into his stomach. So the man did recognize him that night he saw them both, Nate and Spade.

So why the hell did he pretend? "You must be wondering why you're here" he muttered and Nate sighed out and gritted his teeth The man smacked his lips together "well, consider yourself my trophy for all the work I've been doing for your father" he mused before he leaned in closer to Nate, causing him to flinch but he couldn't really move back because of the binds on his hands "and also, I miss you" he whispered, biting his lip.

The action making Nate to swallow hard as he felt disgust rise up his skin, as bile rose up his throat, he didn't like this at all "I missed all the fun we used to have when you were little" he whispered, his hand trailing a line up Nate's chest, making him shudder as his skin crawled, he'd almost forgotten the way this man's touch made him feel, but now he was getting a clear picture and he wanted to throw up badly.

He leaned away abruptly, shoving his hands into his pocket, as Nate felt like he could finally breathe, but knowing he was still standing there and looking at him didn't make him feel any better. "Of course I know Spade would have corrupted you and did things to you that I intended to do, but it doesn't change anything" he paused "I have you all to myself now, and the good thing is, Spade is not coming to save you, neither is your whimp of a father" he muttered.

This made Nate to groan out lowly as he struggled against the binds, the man just watched him in amusement Nate so badly wanted to say something, he wanted to argue but the words wouldn't come out, it felt like when he was small.

He always lost his voice whenever this man was around, and right now even as an adult, he didn't want to lose his voice but he couldn't help it, he was afraid if he opened his mouth, all that would come out would be a squeak or a whimpy cry "What's that Natey? You miss me too"? He taunted and Nate struggled on the bed, watching the smirk on the man's face He hated that name so much, he hated it with everything inside of him, but he couldn't protest, he just laid there until the man walked out of the room, leaving him.

He felt himself let out a shaky breath, the lump in his throat was forming along with the tears brimming in his eyes, this isn't happening to him, not now.

He wanted to scream, because he already knew what that man would do to him, he knew what would happen to him now that this man had him here.

And true to what he said, no one would come for him, he was practically alone on his own, and that alone sank in and he shut his eyes tight, feeling tears drop down his face.

*****

Nate had been locked up for more than a day, although he couldn't pinpoint how long, but he knew it had surpassed a day, and in that time he hadn't been given any food, his stomach was rumbling and his throat was parched.

Infact in that time, he hadn't even seen that man, he hadn't seen anyone, he had been in an out of sleep, while thinking heavily. His shoulders were beginning to hurt and his legs that were bound to the bed were also beginning to hurt.

But that was the least of his problem, because he still didn't know why he was here, no actually he did but he hadn't come to terms with it yet.

He wouldn't let that happen to him again, it took a huge toll on him when he was young, but if it happened now to him, it would kill him, it would ruin everything for him

He swallowed when he heard the door being pushed open, he didn't bother to look because he heard the low clicking sound of shoes on the marbled ground, his face was set on the cream coloured walls just by his right.

The footsteps had stopped and whoever entered the room was standing in front of the bed, he looked and saw it was a rather tall man, wearing all black, his face covered in mask, and he had a tray with him, which Nate guessed contained food.

The man dropped it on the table close to bed, and before he could walk out, Nate's biggest nightmare walked in, immediately shifting the air inside the room, and it didn't feel half as hot and nice as Spade's presence felt.

He looked away from both of them when he heard the man say something in a foreign language, before the one in black walked out, leaving just Nate and that man there

He heard scraping on the floor before the man plopped himself on the chair, facing Nate, who was trying his hardest not to look at him, because everything about the man disgusted him. "Natey boy, I had them prepare this just for you, I know it's your favorite" the man started, gesturing to the food on the table, this made Nate to roll his eyes, although he was hungry, he didn't want to eat anything that came from this man, for all he knew, it could be poisoned or spiked

"I don't want your food" he managed to whisper out, before he turned his head away from the man, wishing he sounded more confident, instead of sounding like a pussy in front of this man

"Is that so" he mused, before Nate felt the bed dip on his side of the bed, he knew the man had just sat down but he didn't look, he couldn't look. "I don't think that should be an option you should consider, because the things I have planned for you..." He paused, before Nate felt his hands trailing up his legs, on to his thighs, making him suck in a harsh and rapid breath, he shut his eyes, trying to block out just how disgusted that made him feel "You're gonna need your strength for them" he finished Even his words made Nate's skin to crawl.

Spade's touch and words felt nothing like this, they made him feel safe and wanted, they made him feel like he mattered, but this man's touch was like poison to him, eating at his skin and cutting into him like a knife

He looked at the man, seeing the implied tone of his words and the lust look in his eyes, he hated everything about this moment and wished it was a very bad and long dream "Over my dead body am I going to let you touch me" he gritted out, causing the man to cock his brows in amusement as he stared at Nate

"You don't seem to get what's going on here Nate, you don't have a choice here, and as you can see your boyfriend is not coming to get you" he paused, his voice taunting Nate, making him shut his eyes "I heard he dumped your ass after you betrayed him, I'm actually surprised he didn't kill you, Spade never makes an exception, unless of course it's true and he cares about you so much" the man mused

He sighed out and got up, Nate suddenly feeling his heart go lightweight as he exhaled lightly and inaudibly. "I'm going to have my way with you whether you like it or not, you were mine before you ever met Spade, I made you a man" he almost gritted out, making Nate to grimace and look at him in disgust, if he thought raping him was making him a man, the man must surely be delusional And as for him saying Nate was his, Nate was never his and will never be his, but of course he couldn't say all this out loud, and he hated himself more for just letting himself become a pushover for this man "So it's now up to you, if you want it willingly or you want me to force you and still get what I want" he said smirking "personally, I like it when you struggle, you make it all the more fun" he said, smirking evilly.

Nate would give anything to wipe that smirk of his face, but all he could do was just lay there and watch, as the man strolled out and a few seconds later, the man that brought the tray walked in, and untied Nate and grumbled out orders to him "boss says you should eat" he muttered before he also walked out of the room.

Nate took the time to look at the room while sitting down, there was no single window in the room, the room was empty, the only thing in the room was the bed, and the door, that was it

Even if he wanted to run away, how would he do that He didn't even know where he was or if he was even still in Manhattan

He had to leave this place, he couldn't stay here and let that man touch him, if he meant he would die just so that man wouldn't get the satisfaction of having him, then he was ready to die.

Because letting that man touch him and have his way with him, would even be far worse than him dying.

So salvation has finally kidnapped Nate.

Note that Salvatore is Spade's uncle and the man that has been working with Greg, Nate's father to bring Spade down