Holly cat 99 - Not completely going by Evolution cannon. I was talking about stuff from comics, specifically of when he was in the circus.

Kurt felt helpless. He knew people must be looking for him, but he didn't know how to make sure they knew he was still alive. He feared for his life often. These past 2 months, or what felt like a year, have been torture. Between all the rape and torture he had almost given up. He left his blood in all his cells. At least this cell he had a small tinted window that was high up, showing he was in a basement and in the woods. Kurt wished he could stand to maybe see if the window was easily opened, but his leg wouldn't move for him. The people who kept him captured stopped using chains, instead they just tossed him in with only the power dampener. His back ached with cuts and bruises.

They were getting close to the delivery spot... Wherever the hell that is... All he knew is who he was being given too. It was Trask.
Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs. Kurt just closed his eyes, trying to pretend he didn't exist.
"Get up." The man grunted. Kurt slowly opened him eyes, looking at him with a mix of fear and confusion. The man opened the cell door. "Right. Your fucking leg." The man groaned and pulled Kurt onto his shoulder. Kurt felt so much pain stab through his body, but he was to scared to make a sound. He was carried out the cell. This was the confusing bit. they would usually inject him with a liquid to knock him out, or just hit him really hard. For the first time in a long time the sun hit his face from out a window they went past after upstairs.
Those thoughts were abruptly halted by the scary man tossing him onto the couch. The young mutant just looked away, staring out the window, trying to establish where the hell he was but all he could see was trees and sunlight. While he stared out the window he allowed himself to be tied with rope. Kurt's tail wasn't tied because they knew he could barely move it. whenever it moved on its own out of habit it sent sharp pains through his back.
Only a few more minutes passed until the man left. Kurt noticed the cameras set up in the room, fearing the worst for himself.

Mystique sighed as she sat in Kurt's room. She was proud of him. Proud he grew up well without her, and proud of his life, but she couldn't help the worry in the pit of her stomach... maybe it wasn't all worry. Maybe it was guilt. Guilt for the feeling he must of felt growing up without her. The feeling of thinking his mother didn't love him. She did. She truly loved him but she was to dedicated to her work and accomplishments to just throw it away for one person. What would have happened if she had kept him? She lay on his bed with that feeling still in her stomach. There was nothing she could do about it now. She might as well give up and go back to work. Maybe if she took enough time just working she could trick herself into forgetting about him. It has been a few months and they were not sure where to find him.
No. She had to find him. Not because she was hoping he would forgive her, but Because its her job as a mother, weather or not she was a good one.