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waking up in the bed of his kidnapper is not what he wanted to do; especially naked and covered in bruises and hickeys. too bad he was used to it. another thing was the pain. the goddamn pain. despite him being stuck with his kidnapper for a year, he could never get used to the pain of being raped repeatedly. finney let out a whimper at the pain, alerting the grabber that he was awake.

“aww poor baby,” the grabber cooed softly, running his hand through finney’s dirty-blonde locks, causing another fearful whimper to escape from his throat. “you were such a good boy. let me uncuff you and give you something to wear and then we can go see your boys. how’s that sound?”

the boy knew he had to reply or else he’d be punished again.

“good, sir,” finney whispered in a broken voice.

“such a good boy,” the grabber purred as he leaned over finney’s body and uncuffed the cuffs before stepping back and allowing the boy to sit up. a whine of discomfort escaped finney’s throat as he sat up, pain blooming from somewhere he didn’t even want to think about. he rubbed his raw and bruised wrists before placing his hands down on the mattress to lean against them, trying not to put too much weight on his ass.

the grabber stared at finney with lust in his eyes before bringing a hand to rub at a hickey on his neck. finney let out a sound of discomfort and made the mistake of flinching away. the hickey was extremely sore.

“finney,” the grabber warned, grabbing ahold of his dirty-blonde locks harshly to hold him in place. a hand grabbed high up on the boys thigh in a death grip, making said boy whimper once more. “you know not to move away from me. you don’t want another round, do you?”

“no sir!” finney cried out quickly, breath getting faster at the mere thought of being raped once again. “i’m sorry!”

“that’s better,” the grabber said before letting go of the boy and grabbing a sweater of his. he held it out for finney. “here, wear this.”

finney looked at the grabber with fear in his eyes.

“where are my clothes?” he asked, hesitantly taking the sweater from the man’s hands.

“they’re dirty, silly boy,” the grabber replied with a creepy laugh. “put that on and then i’ll help you down to the basement.”

“what about underwear?” finney asked, sniffling.

“you’re no fun!” the grabber whined childishly as he threw the boys underwear at him. “get up and get dressed!”

finney did as told, getting up with a wince. he leaned against the wall to stabilize himself before slipping on his underwear and then throwing the sweater on. the sweater went down to mid thigh, covering some of the bruises on his thigh but not the lower part of his thighs. the neckline of the sweater didn’t cover the bruises on his neck at all, sickeningly displaying what the grabber did to him the two nights he was with him.

“you look good in my sweater,” the grabber purred, walking towards finney and grabbing him by the arm. “come on baby, i’ll help you.”

finney made the slow and painful trek to the basement with the help of his rapist. finney leaned against the wall as the grabber unlocked and opened the basement door before grabbing finney by his bruised wrist and dragging him inside.

finney looked up from the floor to get a look at his friends, silent tears streaming down his face. griffin and billy were sitting in the corner on the mattress the six boys had moved, vance, bruce and robin standing in front of them but not blocking their sight to the door. everyone had different looks on their face after getting a good look at finney, who was wearing only an oversized sweater that went down to his thighs. his bruises were on display. vance had one of anger, bruce and robin had pity, billy had a sick look and griffin didn’t have a look. griffin understood what had happened and knew having a look would hurt finney more. finney really loved griffin.

“you’ve been a good boy,” the grabber purred in finney’s ear, bringing his hand to grab at his waist, making finney whimper in fear. “good boys get food.”

“what about his clothes you sick fuck?!” vance demanded, anger rolling off of him in waves.

“do you want me to take him back upstairs?” the grabber asked, exasperated. “because I will. I wouldn’t mind going another round. do you want him to go through that again, vancey?”

vance pursed his lips and shook his head, glaring at the grabber.

“that’s what I thought,” the grabber smirked. “griffy, come grab him. finney can’t walk on his own.”

griffin stood up to do as told but robin held out an arm and stopped him from moving any closer.

“i’ll do it,” robin offered, not wanting griffin to get hurt.

“silly robin,” the grabber giggled. “I asked griffy. don’t worry, I won’t hurt him. i’m spent from fucking finney for two days.”

finney cringed when the grabber said that and when he brought his hand down to his thigh. he gave a pitiful sniffle, looking at the floor.

“it’s fine, robin,” griffin said before lowering robins arm and walking towards the grabber and finney.

“finney look up and grab onto griffin,” the grabber ordered before letting the pliant boy go. finney did as told, looking up and then grabbing ahold of griffins arm, teetering into his side with a wince. griffin slipped his arm around his back and held onto finney.

“i’ll bring food down in a while,” the grabber said as he walked back to the door. “finney, good boy.” with that, the grabber closed and locked the basement door, leaving the boys alone.

“come on, finn,” griffin whispered as he helped the boy walk to the mattress. he helped lower finney to sit on the mattress before he sat down beside him. finney sniffled and leaned his head against griffins shoulder, holding onto his hand.

“finney, what happened?” bruce asked, voice soft.

“what the fuck do you think happened?!” vance snapped, growling with frustration. “the grabber can’t keep it in his pants and finney is fucking hurt!”

bruce flinched, looking at vance with a hurt expression on his face.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” vance whispered softly, sitting beside bruce and rubbing his back. “this whole situation just sucks.”

“I know it does but we gotta be strong for finney,” bruce replied, voice firm.

“finney is right here you guys,” finney whispered, moving his head from griffins shoulder to look at them. “stop talking about me like i’m not here.”

“we gotta get out of here,” billy mumbled, looking at everyone with a serious expression.

“I have a feeling that he will do what he did again and it’ll destroy me more,” finney whispered. “i’m so fucking scared. he’s getting worse.”

“why does he keep doing this to you?” vance asked with a huff. “you’re only 14! how come you’re not freaking out more?”

“it’s not my first time being raped by someone,” finney mumbled with a sigh. “why do you think i’m so good at letting people fuck me?” the words that came out from his mouth were blunt, detached. he noticed everyone but griffin flinch at the blunt words.

“what do you mean?” billy asked, scooting closer to robin to get comfort. robin wrapped an arm around billy’s neck to bring him in closer so they sat pressed against each other.

“terrance blake, a store clerk, my uncle,” finney mumbled, hiding his face into griffins neck. griffin brought his hand up to scratch lightly at finney’s scalp. “they all like little boys.”

“that’s fucking sick,” vance hissed out, grabbing onto bruce’s hand and holding it tightly.

“don’t worry finn,” griffin said softly. “i’ll bring you home with me.”

finney nodded silently before a yawn escaped him. he brought his hand up to cover his mouth, causing the sleeve of the sweater to fall down and show his bruised wrists.

“what the fuck is that on your wrist?” vance demanded, voice gritted.

finney lowered the sleeve to cover his wrist once more before sighing.

“he cuffed me to the bed,” finney said, voice despondent. finney didn’t understand what the big deal was because the grabber had been doing that for a year. “can I go to sleep? i’m tired.”

“yeah finn,” griffin said softly. “rest your head in my lap and get some sleep. i’ll watch out for you.”

“love you griff,” finney whispered as he moved to rest his head on his boyfriends lap, facing away from the door. he made sure the sweater didn’t rise up and show his underwear before he finally fell asleep. sleeping was the only way to get rid of the pain so finney did it a lot.

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when finney woke up, he wasn’t resting his head on griffin’s lap anymore as his head was on griffins chest while griffin was laying in the bed. that wasn’t what woke him though, it was the loud stomps above the boys that woke the poor boy up. he flinched at the sound, sitting up and hissing in pain at the sharp movement.

“fuck,” finney groaned, taking deep measured breaths. “that hurt so damn bad.”

“well then why’d you do it?” bruce teased fondly, watching finney with soft eyes.

“heard the shitbrain stomping above us,” finney grumbled, watching as griffin sat up as well, his shoulder pressed against his back. finney leaned back a little, soaking up the discrete comfort griffin was giving him.

“shitbrain,” vance repeated with a chuckle. “i’m stealing that.”

“go for it,” finney said, giving vance a thumbs up.

“ima call moose that next time I see him,” robin announced with a shrug.

“he’s stomping?” billy asked finney, his voice nervous. griffin casted a worried look at finney as finney nodded to billy’s question.

“baby,” griffin whispered softly into finney’s ear. finney gave a sniffle, holding back tears. “you know what that means, right?”

“yeah griff,” finney replied back softly, careful not to let himself be heard as vance and robin talked about beating people up. “I know what that means but i’m not gonna let him hurt anyone in here.”

“but you’ll get hurt,” billy whispered as he moved to sit beside griffin. billy and griffin were definitely platonic soulmates, finney mused to himself.

“I don’t care,” finney whispered back. “i’m not letting any of you get hurt. I can handle it.”

finney suddenly tensed more when the stomps sounded like they were getting closer. then the basement door slammed open, causing all the boys to flinch and be on guard. finney looked up and watched as the grabber stomped in, clearly in a bad mood.

the grabber stared at all the boys for just a second, gaze lingering on griffin a little longer before they settled on finney. finney, who was glaring back at the grabber for the look he gave griffin.

“finney, come here!” the grabber ordered, tone clipped.

every single boy tensed at the clipped tone. the only ones who’ve seen the grabber act like this was griffin and billy. except for finney. he’s seen all the grabbers moods. finney huffed grumpily as he stood to his feet.

“stop it!” griffin hissed at finney, knowing finney was just pissing off the grabber more.

finney ignored griffin as he limped towards the grabber. he knew what was going to happen. a hand grabbed his hair and next thing he knew his back was being slammed against the wall and a hand was being wrapped around his throat. he gave a little wheeze but that was all he did for now. he’s not letting the boys see how painful that movement really was.

“hey let him go!” vance snarled, wanting nothing more than to fucking bash the grabbers brains in.

“vance!” billy hissed in warning. “you’ll only make it worse.”

“billy boy is right,” the grabber laughed as he turned his glare onto vance. “if I beat you and robin then who’ll protect brucey, billy and griffy from me?”

“leave them alone!” finney managed to hiss out despite the hand slowly cutting off his oxygen.

the grabber turned his glare back to finney, the other five boys forgotten.

“you’re being such a naughty boy, baby,” the grabber snapped, patience running thin. “naughty boys get punished.”

“sir, he understands!” griffin pleaded immediately after. he knew what the punishments were and what they meant. they meant a shell of finney after. “please don’t punish him.”

“griffy, if you don’t shut the hell up i’ll punish him right here!” the grabber threatened, rearing his hand back and slapping finney across the face. finney flinched but didn’t let out a sound. he had to get the attention off of griffin. he casted a sorrowful look at griffin, an apology within his eyes before he moved his gaze back to the grabber.

“mister,” finney started, a mocking tone in his voice. he could see out of his peripheral that griffin and billy froze, eyes wide in shock. “my dad hits harder than you.”

the grabber let out a snarl and backhanded him once more.

“by the time i’m done with you you’ll be begging to be my little whore!” the grabber snapped, tugging the boy off the wall. finney struggled the whole time he was dragged to the door.

“let me fucking go!” finney snarled, kicking at the grabbers legs and trying his best to be let go.

“keep fighting and griffin or billy or even bruce will be coming up with us!” the grabber threatened, a sick smirk on his face as finney immediately froze, griffin, billy and bruce too. “that’s what I thought.” with that, the grabber slammed the basement door closed and the sound of it being locked resounded throughout the tense air.

“fuck!” griffin yelled, slamming his hand against the wall. “fucking finney couldn’t keep his goddamn mouth shut! what the fuck!”

billy quickly stood to his feet and dragged griffin into a hug.

“calm down,” billy ordered, uncharacteristically stern. “if you freak out then you’ll have a panic attack and pass out. you need to calm down.”

“finney knew what he was doing!” griffin cried out, holding onto billy with a tight grip. “finney was doing it on purpose! all because the grabber stared at me longer than normal. is this my fault?”

“no,” bruce whispered softly to him. “it’s not your fault.”

“it’s that hijo de puta’s fault!” robin cussed out.

“it’s his,” vance grumbled. “not yours or even finney’s. just the grabbers.”

“finney was protecting us,” billy replied. “he doesn’t want us to go through what he goes through. the grabber only rapes him and finney is fine with it as long as it’s not us that disgusting man is doing it to. we’ll just have to be here for finney when he gets brought back down.”

“finney won’t be the same for a while,” griffin whimpered, letting go of billy to wipe at his eyes.

“what do you mean?” robin asked, easily latching his and billy’s hands when billy reached to hold robins hands. bruce gravitated towards vance and vance easily wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him securely.

griffin hugged himself before explaining, “when the grabber is mad or in a mood, finney pays the price. and when the price is paid and finney is brought back down, he’s a shell of who he normally is. he doesn’t like being touched and normally he’ll curl up in a ball in the corner of the basement on the bed. he’ll just stare at absolutely nothing. he won’t move.”

“why not?” bruce asked, leaning back into vance. vance gave bruce a kiss on the head before turning his attention back to griffin who honestly looked like he was gonna bawl his eyes out.

“finney is traumatized,” billy answered for griffin. “he’s been here alone with the grabber for a year. he’s the only one that gets raped and the grabbers punishments are brutal. they’re really bad. i’ve only been punished once because when finney woke up and saw what was happening, he attacked the grabber and took the rest of my punishment. finney didn’t even wince.”

“what was the punishment?” robin asked, wrapping his arms around billy as he rested his head against robins chest with a choked off sob.

“billy didn’t hear the basement door lock and decided to go upstairs while me and finney were asleep,” griffin started with a sigh. he felt all alone without finney there. “the grabber caught him and brought him back to the basement and belted him. we woke up to billy screaming in pain and finney lost it. he pushed the grabber away from billy and kept the grabbers focus on him. the grabber then decided to belt finney even worse than he did billy but finney didn’t even make a noise. he said the same thing he said to the grabber earlier today that same night after the grabber had left. ‘my dad hits harder than you’. it made me throw up.”

“what the fuck!” vance hissed, borrowing his head into bruce’s neck to try and calm himself. bruce rubbed the hands across his midsection soothingly.

“so that’s why we know finney is gonna be a wreck when he gets back,” billy took over, voice shaky. “since finney said that, the grabber is gonna make him scream. but finney has a really high pain tolerance so it’ll be a literal challenge and the grabber likes a challenge.” those words made it feel like ice had just been dumped on their heads. now all they could do was wait and hope they weren’t right and that finney would be fine. but things never seemed to go their way down in the basement they call hell.

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it’s sad that they were right. none of the boys could rest when finney was with the grabber being hurt. vance had bruce in his arms and billy had griffin in his arms while robin had a hand resting on billy’s back. griffin was taking it really hard, finney not being there. so when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs, they all sat up, leaving the corner empty. the lock clicked and the door opened to reveal the grabber holding a battered finney in a fireman’s carry.

“move off the bed!” the grabber snarled, the boys rushing to the corner of the room. they watched as the grabber threw finney on the bed before turning and stalking back up the stairs, slamming the basement door closed and locking it. griffin turned his head into billy’s chest, sobbing as quietly as he could. billy wrapped his arms around griffin’s waist, holding onto him just as tight as griffin was him.

finney looked awful. gone was the oversized sweater he was wearing before. finney wasn’t even wearing a shirt, only gray joggers that he’s never worn before which made the boys even more sick to their stomach. finney’s back was completely shredded, belt marks bleeding sluggishly. his wrists were bruised and bleeding as well. vance muttered a curse when finney finally managed to sit up. the poor boy didn’t even say anything as he scooted across the bed and to the corner, arms wrapping around his knees that were pressed to his chest. finney rested his head against the wall and just remained there, staring ahead at nothing. what was even worse than his back was a dark bruise around his throat. vance had an idea of what could cause such a horrid bruise and had to swallow bile that wanted to make an appearance.

griffin stepped back from billy before shredding the hoodie he was wearing off. he slowly made his way to finney, careful not to make sudden movements.

“finn,” griffin said softly, holding out the hoodie. “here’s my hoodie. i’ll set it right beside you.” griffin did just that, setting it close to finney so he could reach for it but didn’t dare try to hand it to him. finney needed to reach for it himself. that’s what they did. when finney does reach for it, that means he’s dissociating less. griffin then backed up and into billy’s waiting arms, seeking comfort. robin had a hand resting on billy’s back and vance had bruce in a tight hug. now all they could do was wait for finney to come to from wherever he was in his mind.

when finney came back to himself, he noticed the pain. how it hurt to even shift a little, how it hurt to swallow and how his back hurt. he didn’t let out any sound of pain, though. all he did was slowly reach for the hoodie griffin had sat beside him. he brought the hoodie up to his chest and held it tightly. he didn’t know if he could put it on himself anyways. he’d probably need help and he didn’t know how he’d react to someone touching him. but damn he was freezing.

grabbing the wall as best he could with his shaking hands, he forced himself to stand. he gave a groan of pain, unable to keep it from escaping. he had a death grip on the hoodie in his other hand as he panted to stave away the pain.

“finn,” griffin said, making everyone turn to look at finney. “what are you doing?”

“I gotta clean the wounds,” finney managed out in a hoarse voice due to the bruise and him no doubt screaming upstairs. “griffy, I have to. otherwise they’ll get infected and then i’ll die! I don’t wanna die!” finney was working himself up.

“okay, calm down,” griffin said in a serious tone. “someone will help you.” he turned towards the other boys. “who knows how to clean belt wounds?”

“I do,” vance said, voice uncharacteristically soft. bruce looked over at vance concerned. vance noticed and explained. “my dad used to belt me before my ma kicked him out.”

“finney,” griffin turned, taking the role of leadership for a moment. “can vance help you with your wounds?”

“but he’ll have to touch me,” finney whispered out, looking up at griffin with extremely sad eyes. “I don’t wanna be touched right now.”

“you’ll have to be touched to get the wounds cleaned,” billy took over, voice soothing.

“how about this?” vance said, unable to hide the irritation in his voice. he wasn’t patient, okay? “i’ll tell you what i’m doing before I do it. how does that sound?”

“okay,” finney whispered softly, his voice unable to get any louder. as he started limping towards the bathroom, he couldn’t contain the winces of pain with each step. that concerned the boys. what did the grabber do to him to make him be in that much pain? vance followed after finney, keeping his distance but close enough to catch him if he falls.

after making it to the bathroom where the first aid kit was (the grabber left a fully stocked first aid kit down in the basement after finney almost died from one of his punishments), finney was leaning against the wall and wheezing for breath. he was in so much fucking pain.

“does anywhere else need to be cleaned after your back?” vance asked as he grabbed the kit and sat it on top of the toilet to open it.

“he cleaned me down there so no,” finney answered in a monotone voice. being raped didn’t faze him anymore and that’s what scared the boys more than anything, the fact finney was so used to the abuse he didn’t even blink. “just my back.”

“okay, i’m about to start cleaning your back,” vance warned before doing as said. he explained the entire process to finney as he cleaned his back. (a/n: I hate doing these but I have no knowledge of medical treatments so that’s why it’s not descriptive. apologies.)

the whole process hurt but finney barely let out a sound of pain. after vance was done cleaning his wounds, finney threw on griffin’s hoodie, letting the sleeves fall down past his hands. griffin was like two inches taller than finney and the hoodie was already slightly big on him. finney tried his best to hide the dark bruise on his neck with the hoodie but some of it still peeked through.

“I won’t ask for details but what caused the bruise on your neck?” vance asked as he packed the first aid kit back up before setting it down where it was before he had grabbed it.

“a belt,” finney whispered softly. “he’s a fucking sadist.”

vance had to swallow bile, a green tint to his face.

“he’s fucking sick,” vance seethed out despite still being sick to his stomach.

“yeah,” finney whispered as flashbacks of what the grabber did to him flashed through his mind. “he is.”

vance, seeing finney start to get lost in his mind, gently poked finney.

“how are you feeling now, touch wise?” vance asked curiously as if he didn’t just poke finney.

“better now I feel more clean,” the 14 year old answered, looking up at vance. “it hurts to walk.”

“want me to carry you back to the bed? or just help you walk?” asked vance, voice soft. he felt that if he acted like he normally did he’d scare finney and he didn’t want to do that.

“help me walk?” finney asked softly. “I want griffin.”

“he’s been missing you,” vance said as he gently wrapped his arm around finney’s scarily small waist, helping the boy limp back to the bed.

“I missed him too,” finney sniffled, leaning onto vance as he limped.

when they rounded the corner of the bathroom, all the other boys were sitting on the bed, looking defeated. they looked up when they heard vance and finney shuffle to them. finney headed straight for griffin but who could blame him? finney plopped down in griffins lap and hid his face in griffin’s neck, said boy wrapping his arms around finney’s waist without an ounce of hesitation nor protest. finney got clingy after dissociating. the dirty blonde didn’t even say anything. he just wrapped his arms around griffin and fell asleep, completely exhausted from the pain he was no doubt feeling.

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finney was curled up with griffin, his head resting on griffin’s steadily rising chest. bruce and vance were sitting next to each other, bruce’s head on vance’s shoulder and vance’s head resting on bruce’s head. billy and robin were the other occupants on the bed, billy’s head resting on robin’s chest. all the boys were asleep, seeing as everyone was exhausted. finney was at the edge, not wanting to be closed in which was understandable given the circumstances.

an odd sound woke up all the boys. the black phone ringing. the boys woke up confused beyond belief.

“what the fuck?” bruce groaned as he woke up, sitting up straighter to stare at the phone before turning his gaze to the others. finney flinched awake, a gasp leaving his abused throat at the sharp pain radiating from all his wounds. griffin sat up immediately to hold onto finney’s shoulder to stabilize him. robin and billy sat up as well, robin glaring at the phone while billy shot finney a worried look.

the ringing stopped and then started up again. it was consistent. for some reason finney felt pulled towards it. in his year, nearly two, of being down in the basement he had never once heard the phone ring. he stood up with the help of the wall before limping towards the phone. however, before he could pick it up, robin stood up and gently smacked his hand down.

“robin, what the fuck?” finney asked, a confused look in his eyes as he turned to slightly glare at robin. “why’d you do that?”

“it could be a trap!” robin hissed, glaring right back at finney. griffin, ever the great boyfriend, came to finney’s defense.

“it hasn’t rang once since finn’s been down here, since we’ve been down here!” griffin muttered out, glaring right at robin. “let him answer it.”

“it’s disconnected!” vance grumbled, angry for being woken up. “who would be on the other line?”

“only one way to find out,” bruce replied, gesturing for finney to answer the black phone that was continuously ringing.

finney picked up the phone and answered, “hello?”

“finney?” the voice on the other end said. “baby is that you?”

“yeah, who’s this?” finney asked to the shock of the other five boys.

“it’s your mom silly,” the voice answered with a laugh. “did you really forget your own mom?”

“mom? but you’re dead!” finney said in shock, looking over at the boys to gauge their reactions. all their eyes were wide and their mouths open in disbelief. “how am I talking to you?”

“our family is special,” finney’s mom answered. “you have a gift just like me and gwen.”

“if I have a gift then why haven’t I heard the phone ring in the near two years i’ve been here?” finney asked angrily, and rightfully so.

“because all your boys needed to be here for me to tell you what I need to tell you,” his mom answered, patient as ever. her son had been through a lot. he deserved to get angry.

“what is it?” he asked, exhaling shakily. maybe he was in a state of shock himself. who would believe that he’s talking to his dead mother? he’d be locked up if he ever told anyone. maybe he could tell gwen seeing as she has psychic dreams.

“you need to get out soon,” his mom warned. “the awful monster upstairs is planning your murder. he’s grown tired of you. you and your boys need to get out now. you need to make a plan and escape.”

“why’s he planning that?” finney asked, being vague on purpose so his boys wouldn’t know. he was scared.

“because he’s tired of you not playing his game,” his mother said, angry for her boy. “so you and your boys need to make a plan and escape as soon as possible. he’s gonna take you upstairs a few more times before he does his plan. you need to get as many details as possible when you’re upstairs.”

“I will, mom,” finney said softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” his mom whispered sadly. “get out for gwen. and get away from your pathetic excuse of a father. you two deserve to have a good life. tell gwen I love her too.”

“I will,” finney answered. “bye mom.”

“bye baby,” his mom whispered before the line disconnected, now just static in his ear. finney hung the phone back up before turning to his boys.

“what did she say?” billy asked, curious and afraid. it must’ve been something serious by the look on finney’s face.

“we gotta get out,” finney answered. “we need to make a plan and get out. but we also have to be on our best behavior so the bitch upstairs doesn’t know we have something planned.”

“he’ll expect you to be on your best behavior after your punishment,” griffin stated bluntly, not trying to hurt finney’s feelings but wanting finney to understand how to trick the grabber into thinking finney’s broken.

“yeah which is a good reason for me to be best behaved,” finney said with a shrug and then winced when the movement pulled his belt marks on his back. “we need a plan. how are we gonna escape?”

with that, the boys got to planning.

their planning came to a stop when the lock on the door unlocked and in walked the monster of their nightmares. finney, despite taking the lead in the planning of escaping, reverted back to his shy self when he saw the man that had caused him so much pain in his life. he watched the grabber with cautious eyes as the man stepped inside the basement.

“hi finney baby,” the grabber purred, staring right at finney. finney sat up straighter, looking the grabber in the eyes. the boys casted a confused look at finney. what the hell did the grabber do to him to cause this reaction?

“hi mister,” finney answered back, voice monotone. no emotion was in his voice. the only thing that showed finney was terrified was the shaking of his hands. again, the same question raced through all the boys’ heads. what did the grabber do to cause this reaction of finney?

“come here baby,” the grabber said, holding out a hand. the man watched with glee as finney immediately did as told, standing up with a wince and walking slowly towards the grabber.

finney didn’t even spare a glance at the boys even though he wanted to badly. he didn’t want to see their reactions, their concerned looks. finney grabbed the grabber’s outstretched hand, grimacing when the grabber pulled him into his side and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“good boy,” the man purred as he kissed the top of finney’s head. finney looked at his feet so he wouldn’t be looking at the boys. “take off the hoodie so I can see your back.”

finney didn’t want to. he looked up at the grabber, terrified.

“please don’t make me,” finney whispered brokenly, causing all the boys to gape in shock. what the fuck did the grabber do to him? griffin was standing beside billy, his hands clenched into a fist. the boys never sat whenever the grabber came in the basement. they already felt small, they didn’t need to be sitting when the monster was standing.

“don’t be a naughty boy,” the grabber warned, an edge to his voice. finney shivered in fear at the tone before giving a defeated sigh and stripping himself of the hoodie. the grabber stood behind the boy and ran a disgusting finger across the welts on his back, taking in his handy work.

finney just stood still, letting the grabber touch him. griffin was in disbelief. his finney would never let someone touch him like that without permission. that’s when griffin realized something, something awful. the grabber had finney for a year before any of the boys. finney had been conditioned to allow the grabber to touch him in any way unless he wanted a punishment. finney was fucking traumatized and griffin had a feeling he’d never be the same again.

“I did some good work,” the grabber preened, pulling griffin out of his thoughts. “you can put the hoodie back on, baby boy.”

finney did as told, quickly throwing the hoodie back on so the grabber would stop touching his back. at least with the hoodie on he had some protection from the hands that had caused him so much pain in his life.

“since you’re a good boy i’ve decided you get to have a bath,” the grabber said with glee, hands on finney’s waist. finney tensed when the disgusting man finished his sentence. he hated being given a bath almost as much as he hated being raped in the man’s bed.

“please don’t make me,” finney whispered brokenly once more, his hands shaking. griffin wished he could hug his fucking boyfriend and drag him away from the monster that made them all suffer. all the boys flinched when the grabber slapped the shaking boy on the thigh harshly. a yelp of pain escaped finney’s throat, tears springing to his eyes. the man had slapped a huge hickey on his thigh and that fucker hurt a lot.

“either you start behaving or i’ll bring griffin or billy with us and punish them with you,” the grabber whispered in his ear, causing the boy to stiffen and still. “it would be so much fun, hearing them cry out in pain while you’re forced to watch. I could give them the same treatment I give you.”

“no i’m sorry,” finney denied immediately, the boys confused as to why he was apologizing seeing as they had no idea what was whispered to finney. “i’ll stop being naughty.”

that one word caused all the boys to grimace in disgust. they know what happens when you’re considered naughty, or at least they’ve seen finney after a punishment for being naughty. griffin honestly felt like he was going to throw up, all the boys did.

“come on baby,” the grabber said, his tone changing once he was apologized to. he grabbed the boys bruised wrist before dragging him to the door. once the door closed and locked, that’s when the boys gave a deep sigh.

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“what the fuck was that?” griffin exclaimed, on edge and feeling sick to his stomach.

“we need to get out as soon as possible,” billy replied, voice quiet as he moved to pull griffin into a tight but comforting hug. griffin melted into his grip, hands wrapping around billy’s waist to grab harshly at the back of billy‘s shirt.

“finn can’t take much more,” robin said, tone serious.

“stockholm syndrome,” vance mumbled, the words making him feel sick.

“what?” bruce asked, turning to look at vance with confusion, all the boys doing the same. griffin went still in billy’s arms.

“stockholm syndrome,” vance repeated patiently. “it’s a coping mechanism in a captive or abusive situation. people develop positive feelings toward their captors or abusers over time. finn’s been with the grabber for a year. he’s probably developing stockholm syndrome in a slow way. it would explain him not fighting with the grabber. that and whatever the grabber threatened him with during his punishment.”

griffin gaped at vance, shocked beyond belief that vance knew that on the top of his head.

“that seems like finn,” billy whispered sadly. “what do we do?”

“we show him that we love him and that the grabber doesn’t,” vance said, looking like he ate a sour lemon when saying the word ‘love’. “we keep him from the grabber. next time the grabber comes down here with finney, we talk to finney about the plan and then when the grabber comes back down we attack.”

“sounds like a plan,” robin said with a sad smile, feeling bad for finney.

and so there was nothing else to do but wait. all five boys sat on the bed. bruce and vance were pressed against each other and so was robin and billy, seeking each others comfort. griffin was by himself, staring straight at the door and having not moved a muscle. it always hit him the hardest when finney was with the grabber, seeing as finney was his boyfriend. they were all tense, not knowing what the grabber was doing to finney. so when the locks on the door unlocked, all five boys jumped to their feet. they were nervous for what finney was coming through that door, nervous about what state he’d be in. and rightfully so because once finney walked in with the grabbed behind him, all the boys froze.

finney was wearing black joggers and griffin’s hoodie, which was good. he wasn’t half naked like last time. covering his feet were white socks. his hair was wet and his hands were shaking. griffin and the other boys took in the dark bruise developing beneath finney’s left eye and the bruise around finney’s neck, which was a darker shade than before. tears slipped down finney’s face, but other than that he showed no other emotion. his once bright eyes were dull, emotionless.

the grabber let out a creepy giggle.

“jeez,” he grumbled. “with the way you five are looking it’s like I killed him. but finney’s alive, isn’t that right baby?”

finney just nodded before looking at his feet. he looked up and then at the direction of the toilet, longing to go make himself throw up.

“go on baby,” the grabber said before pushing finney softly towards the bathroom. with permission, finney hurried over to the toilet before throwing up in the toilet.

the grabber giggled as if it was the funniest thing in the world before turning to the boys and shrugging. “he’s never gonna get used to it. oh well. have fun boys! i’ll be down later!” with that the grabber turned and walked out the door, the locks engaging after him, echoing off the walls of the basement.

griffin and the other boys hurried over to where finney was, worried beyond belief. finney let out pathetic sobs as he threw up nothing but acid. it hurt so much. griffin went to rub his back but finney flinched violently.

“don’t touch me,” finney rasped out, another sob ripping from his chest when his throat screamed in protest at even just speaking three words. “not yet. please don’t touch me yet.” those words caused griffin to back up into vance, vance holding onto griffin’s shoulders like a lifeline.

finney felt pathetic as he grasped the toilet with clenched hands, throwing up acid for the last time. when he was done, he slumped against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest as he sobbed loudly. he finally broke. after so long, finney finally broke. at least for the first time in front of the boys.

“I can’t take it anymore!” finney wailed out, hands moving up to clench his hair in a tight grip. he started tugging, pathetic wails escaping his abused throat. bruce hurried over to finney and grabbed his wrist to pull his hands down against the wall. finney didn’t put up a fight as he continued to wail and let out all the anguish he was feeling. griffin was sobbing into vance’s chest, billy sobbing in robin’s. silent tears fell down vance’s and robin’s eyes. bruce was the only one not crying, too focused on keeping finney from hurting himself.

“let me die,” finney whispered out, wails tampering off to sniffling. “please. I just want to die.”

“no, finney,” bruce said seriously, causing finney to look up into bruce’s sympathetic eyes. “we’re getting out of here. all of us. no one’s dying down here.”

finney didn’t believe bruce, at all. but he didn’t mention that. he gave a sniffle before sinking into bruce, resting his head on his shoulder. bruce wrapped his arms around finney’s back, careful of his wounds.

“i’m tired, bruce,” finney whispered but all the boys heard. “i’m so fucking tired.”

“let’s get you on the bed so you can rest,” bruce said, standing up and helping finney stand up too. bruce didn’t say anything as he flushed the toilet before grabbing finney’s hand and pulling him softly towards the bed. all the other boys had walked out while bruce was helping finney up. bruce gently pushed finney onto the bed, finney laying down and curling into a ball.

“finn?” griffin called out softly, wringing his hands nervously. “can I lay with you?”

“yeah griffy,” finney agreed softly, voice barely more than a whisper. griffin crawled into the bed and laid beside finney. finney turned over and cuddled into griffin’s side, his head on griffin’s chest.

“I love you,” griffin said seriously. “so much.”

“I love you too, griff,” finney answered without hesitation, a soft fond sigh escaping his lips.

vance, bruce, billy and robin sat on the ground beside the bed, wanting to be as close to the two as possible.

“when the grabber comes back down we’re going to end this,” vance announced, serious.

“that hijo de puta deserves to die,” robin agreed, no hesitation in his tone.

“next time,” replied billy and bruce at the same time, accepting the upcoming death of the monster without hesitation. griffin didn’t say anything as he nodded his consent, wrapping his arms around finney’s waist like a lifeline.

with that, finney fell asleep. no dreams, no nightmares. nothing but a black void. he welcomed the black void.

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finney hated waking up to the basement, if he was being honest. he woke up angry, frighteningly so. he was just so fucking angry. he sat up with an annoyed groan, glaring at the door. griffin was already sitting up and so he scooted closer to press against finney’s side, letting him know silently that he was there.

“so what’s the plan?” griffin asked, looking at vance for answers.

“me and robin are—“ started vance but finney cut him off.

“no,” finney answered gruffly.

“no?” robin asked, turning to look incredulously at finney.

“what do you mean no?” questioned vance as he looked at finney in shock, all the boys did. all except griffin. griffin knew right off the bat what finney meant. finney had to be the one to kill the grabber, the one to end the pathetic monster’s life.

“I mean no!” finney hissed, turning his glare from the door to vance and robin. both boys flinched at the look on finney’s face. they knew what that look meant, all the boys did. “when he comes down here, he’ll most likely be carrying a weapon.”

“how do you know?” billy asked, confused.

“because my mom told me on the black phone that i’d be the first the grabber kills,” finney answered with a shrug as if it didn’t bother him. and to be honest, it didn’t bother him. he was numb to the fact he could die. he’d been expecting it for nearly two years. why would now be any different?

“how the fuck are you so calm about this?!” demanded vance, glaring right back at finney. vance was strung up, shaking with adrenaline and fear.

“i’ve been expecting to die for nearly two years,” finney replied, voice casual as he gave a nonchalant shrug. “and my dads been beating me nearly to death since my mom died. i’m used to it.”

griffin grabbed finney’s hand and interlaced them, finney squeezing his hand in silent thanks.

“finn, what the fuck?” vance asked incredulously.

“what?” inquired finney, turning his gaze to vance, confusion within them.

“that’s not normal,” bruce replied softly.

“obviously,” finney huffed, starting to get irritated. “but what else am I to do? it’s my life. has been since my mom died. personally, i’d rather the grabber be beating me than my dad. cause the grabber isn’t my father, isn’t someone who’s supposed to love me. my dad is.”

“on that note,” vance said, unable to handle the sad conversation. “we all need therapy when we get outta here. finn the most.”

“whatever,” finney grumbled before resting his head on griffin’s shoulder as he stared at the basement door.

“someone use the phone,” griffin said abruptly, looking over at vance and robin.

“what?” billy asked, confusion laced in his tone. “why the phone?”

“no, griffins right!” robin exclaimed, sitting up straighter and staring at griffin with excitement in his eyes.

“how will the phone work?” asked bruce, curious.

“pack it in with dirt and it’ll make it heavy,” finney explained with detachment. “so when you smack it against the motherfuckers skull he’s likely to lose some more of his brain cells.”

“holy shit finn!” gasped robin, not use to finney being that dark.

“what’s gotten into you, blake?” vance demanded, feeling on edge with how weird finney was acting.

“do you seriously wanna know?” finney asked, turning his glare from the door to vance in a split second, making all the other boys recoil at the amount of fury in finney’s movements.

“vance, stop!” bruce hissed, knowing they didn’t want to know why finney was acting off. something told him they really didn’t want to know.

vance ignored bruce, glaring right back at finney. normally when vance glared at someone they backed off, but finney’s had tougher fights with bigger and worse men than vance assumed he was. finney glared right back, griffin holding onto his hand tightly. one, to keep finney from jumping vance and two, for support.

“yes! I wanna know what’s crawled up your ass and died!” vance snarled, on edge. they were about to kill a man and he was losing all control of himself. yet he didn’t know that finney would be the one to kill the grabber and their hands would be clean.

“the grabbers dick!” sneered finney, finally snapping. vance immediately snapped his mouth shut, staring at finney with wide eyes. all the boys were. even griffin, for once. finney wouldn’t say that unless he’s officially lost it. “for nearly two fucking years the grabbers been raping me. he’s been taking videos and pictures and sometimes selling me to his friends or his brother! he’s forced me to do drugs, suck his fucking dick, choke me and belt me! i’m fucking done. this bruise around my neck? he did that with his fucking belt when I tried to fight back! those baths he forced me to take? it was so I could suck his dick beforehand to ‘show my gratitude’ for him being ‘sweet’ for letting me have a bath. he’s a fucking sick monster and i’m so fucking done! he’s dying and i’m gonna make it the worst pain he’s ever felt! you’re all getting out of here and if i’m lucky I am too.”

all the boys were stunned, silent. the only noise was finney’s harsh breathing from the rant he just did with his abused throat. he didn’t say anything else as he rested his head on griffin’s shoulder.

robin silently went and worked on ripping the phone off the wall and packed it with dirt that bruce had dug up. once done, they went and sat back down but before anyone could say anything about the speech finney had made, the door unlocked and all hell broke loose once the monster opened the door.

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finney snapped his head up, muscles tense as he glared at the man who walked in with a fucking axe in his hand. an axe. all the boys tensed when they noticed, knowing that finney’s words were true. the monster was here to kill him.

“you’ve been a naughty boy, finney,” the grabber replied, voice giddy as if that was good news. and to him it probably was.

“and you’re a bad bad man mister,” finney sneered, eyes narrowed. “I hope you rot in hell you fucking rapist!” before the grabber could retort or make a move, finney grabbed the phone from robins hand and smacked it straight against the grabbers head, a satisfying crack erupting through the quiet basement. the boys were shocked, mouths agape. that’s when they realized that finney wasn’t lying. he was going to kill the grabber and it was gonna be absolutely brutal.

the grabber staggered to the side as the knock to the head shocked him. he gave a yell of pain but finney was already hitting him again. dropping the axe, the grabber fell against the wall, trying to regain his balance. finney whacked him once more before throwing the phone away and grabbing ahold of the axe.

“woah!” bruce exclaimed, a shocked look on his face.

“what the fuck are you doing?!” vance gasped out, scared out of his mind.

“killing this bastard!” finney snarled before he slammed the sharp edge against the grabbers pathetic head, not even flinching when blood splattered across his face. all the other boys flinched as finney yanked the axe from the grabbers head and slammed it into his chest, right where his heart it. the grabbers body fell to the floor, blood leaking crimson across the floor. “rot in hell, motherfucker!” with his final words, he threw the axe away from him, spitting on the deceased body of the monster before turning to his boys.

“holy shit!” griffin whooped, jumping to his feet and slamming into finn in excitement. “you did it!”

“we’re finally free!” billy shouted in pure joy.

“finney just killed a man and you two are celebrating?” robin asked, disbelief dripping from his voice.

“yeah seriously,” vance scoffed. “what the fuck is wrong with you two?”

“finney just saved us from the worst man in the world and you guys are upset?” griffin asked, deadpan.

“yeah who cares?” billy asked with a roll of his eyes. “it was either finney or him. i’m glad it’s him. that means we’re free!”

“finney saved us,” bruce said, a bright smile on his face. “we’re free! let’s fucking go!”

finney smiled, carefree as the six boys walked up the stairs and to the front door. griffin put in the combination and the six walked outside, bright smiles on all of their faces, even vance’s face. the grabber was dead. they were free.