WARNINGS: mentioned/inferred previous non consensual, Non consensual/rape, Consensual (later chapter). Physical, mental and psychological abuse, possible triggers, boy x boy, lima syndrome and capture-bonding, spoilers if you haven't caught up with dgm.

Aquavenn: IF you are NOT okay with any of the above mentioned, please do not read, and there will be fiidora's tongue w/ tongue action later on. Please read with an open mind. Lima syndrome is where the person whom kidnaps someone ends up developing feelings for the one they've kidnapped. and capture bonding is indeed stockholm syndrome. There will be Allen getting rescued by Wisely but it is undecided when this will happen. This is also published on Quotev.

Broken doll / Chapter 1

Allen couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd last seen the others. How long it had been since he was forcibly taken prisoner by the Noah. And he couldn't remember when it first started.

The white haired liked the other torture sessions more. Unwanted pain was easier to cope with than unwanted pleasure. He could forget the pain was happening or pass it off as something else. But when the touches turned gentler. When they felt wrong but yet still right... He couldn't simply forget. Allen's want, need, for them to stop touching him caused the white haired to fight back. Screaming so they gagged him, hands desperately trying to push them off was met with pain. They'd hit, kick or somehow slice him and make him stop. After he managed to punch one of his attackers they decided to bring in another Noah. Allen fought back, not answering questions till he felt them, he didn't want them to touch him.

After the first session with him Allen gave in, telling what they wanted. But not everything he knew, and almost none they believed, which resulted in them making him feel good when it should be wrong. Struggling to make it stop.. It caused the painfully searing fire althroughout his body that came with trying to fight desire's wires. Eventually the exorcist stopped fighting the Noah, having given up on attempting to fight and just lying still while they did what they did. After a week they decided binding his hands was just enough. And now he didn't even need to be bound, so they didnt. That wasn't saying there weren't precautions.

Dark matter wrapped around Walker's left arm prevented him from attempting to invoke, not like he could though. The young teen wasn't fed or fed enough. The amount given didn't even help stave off starvation. Though sessions sometimes helped fill his stomach, no matter how bad they tasted Allen accepted it. He was weak, and weighed not even a fourth of what he used to. The boney teen only resembled himself because of his hair color that remained white even with the dirt that clung to it, the scar still visible even with the blood smeared over it and lastly his inhuman arm, which had always belonged to the teen's existence.

Allen never knew what captor would come to play with him or even if anyone would. Uncertain of days passing in the real world he counted separate visits as when he woke up from passing out. He wasn't sure how much time passed between visits. And somehow started to wish they would visit more often. When they were there he was warm. They made him warm. It was a pleasant feeling and he didn't mind being called a whore or a dirty fuck toy. The whitette craved the attention he got, no matter what form it came in. Which is what subsequently lead to that day.

He was already awake when the door opened and a figure stepped inside. Allen knew in the past that he would call the light in the hall dim, but his eyes having adjusted to the pitch darkness made it seem like that light was blinding.
"Are you a good boy?" A voice questioned him.
He smiled and attempted to look better then he actually was, as he wanted them to stay.
A piece of bread was thrown at him and Allen moved his body forward to grab it but was met with a slap. Allen froze and moved away from the bread.
"Please can I have the bread?" Allen asked voice sounding scratchy from the lack of use, except when screaming.

"Yes, but if you bite my hand you'll regret it"
Allen nodded and then opened his mouth. Stale bread getting shoved roughly into his mouth and the exorcist chewing it and swallowing it. Loudly his stomach growled and he hunched over, pain clouding his eyes.

When Allen's pale silver eyes focused again there wasnt anyone. He searched in the dark but there wasn't anyone. He wanted someone. Allen curled up, he had no energy to stand. He didn't know when he fell asleep but he did notice when he felt someone touch his back and he sat bolt upright. He saw someone he hasn't seen before. Actually two someone's.

One looked to be about his age maybe older and had his hair color while the other had green hair and looked in his mid 20s to 30s. Allen blinked "Are you... Here to play with me?"

"No," the other teen said. Allen wondered if he had seen that person before. Maybe he did? "Can you stand?" The familiar presence paused. "Oh I see."

Allen tilted his head to the side exposing his neck and looking harmless. He'd thought that he couldn't and meant to say but was certain he didn't. His vocal cords didn't tend to feel good when using them. Speaking up the white haired exorcist stated what had been on his mind in a confused tone. "I didn't say anything..."

"I know" the other white haired replied matter-of-factly.

"Fiidora, help me get him up." The Noah commanded at the other, then mumbling to himself, "I have no idea why they told me to do this."

Allen let fiidora pull him upright and then felt chains on his hands, from the ceiling. After he was done securring Allen the grenette stepped back. "They weren't making any progress with you, so now its our turn. God, I really hate having to do this."

Silver eyes gazed at the two as they shifted into their Noah forms, or maybe they had already been in it? "I am wisely this is fiidora. I am the Noah of wisdom and can read minds. I'm here to see how much your mind has deteriorated."

'Deteriorated.' His mind echo'd which caused Allen to look down. 'They had a mind reader all this time why-'

"I personally like to respect others privacy" the psychic stated. Somehow the words were familiar to him.

'I've heard that before.. Where have I?'

"As much as I'd love to stay and chat I want to get this done."

'Oh, I guess they will do things to me. I knew they were lying.'

"Fiidora, you can go." Wisely said with a jesture of his wrist but it seemed Fiidora didnt like speaking. None the less the two noah had an argument which concluded when wisdom said. "Fine, Fiidora has parasites. And if you hinder us we won't be afraid to use them." Fiidora walked up to him.

The exorcist stared blankly at the Noah in front of him. The green haired opened his mouth. Sticking out his tongue. "Eyeballs?" This question went unanswered. 'Those are his parasites?' His thoughts jolted to a stop as a bruising force gripped his chin.

"Ahh" Allen moaned and then whimpered softly. 'What a whore I've become..' The sudden pain reminded the white hair about the burning in his back from the position he was hanging in, how his shoulder muscles were being used wrong, and how it'd burn when they started to try and get answers from him.

"Is your name Allen walker?" The pacifist Noah questioned, gazing questioningly at Allen raising an eyebrow, at the resonce he received. It was easy to question people when you could hear their thoughts the first second the respondent processed it. "Do people refer to you as Allen Walker?"

"Yes" Allen watched Fiidora he wondered if his tongue was slimy, he wondered when the questions would turn.. Bad. Even if he answered everything truthfully he knew it would end up the same. Even if the Noah didn't kill him the order would. But if he lied.. The Noah would keep him for longer. However the noah now could know if it was true or not. Maybe the noah infront of him just wanted him to verbalize it.

"What name were you born with?"

"I don't know" Allen admitted. And shut his eyes waiting to get smacked. Nothing. Allen opened his eyes the white haired Noah walking to him and fiidora was gone. "Why didnt you hit me? I said I didn't know... (And I'm only supposed to say yes or no)... Where did go Fiidora go?"

"To get food." Allen looked away at this. 'Is it lunch?' Allen pondered. Wisdom spoke "when did you start getting called Allen and did you have a name before it?"

"Mana.. Called me Allen after his dog. Cause he thought I was his dead dog. I was called Red before... Cause of my demon arm." Allen stopped when he felt himself get unchained. The white haired barely had realized the pain had turned from burning into a throbbing pain. Neither did he notice the fact his skinny wrists had welts on them. 'Why? Will he get in trouble.'

Arms wrap around the malnurioushed teen to keep him from falling. Allen feels the Noah pick him up completely. When allen registeres that Wisely is moving him to a chair he screams "No!"

The 16 year old moves trying to get out of the gray skinned's sturdy arms. Which wisely just ignored. Allen is set on the chair but Allen quickly moves to the side and falls on the ground. 'I belong down here.' Wisely shakes his head and sits next to Allen which gets the same protest but he stops when he feels warm arms wrap around him.

"So you were treated like this before, at the circus?" Wisely said, it was a question but Wisely knew. He asked because he wanted to see the other teens reaction. Which he heard. 'What?! How does he- oh.. Wait he said he wou-' "Are you the fourteenth?"

"No, well I guess yes." 'He's inside my head.' Allen closed his eyes. He was warm and it felt good. But he was being touched. Did Wisely know I was dirty? That touching me means he'll also was also getdirty.

'Why was he there... He's gonna hurt me worse than the others.'

"Get it done with. J-just leave. Quit acting nice I hate it -I hate people acting like they love-"

The powerful swirl of negative emotions that ran through Allen. The panic, the fear. It jumped out at him, it caused Wisely to get let further into the scarred younger teen's mind. "Allen I'm sorry, but this might hurt. Forgive me."

When fiidora walked back in Allen was curled in a ball sobbing and Wisely in deep thought. However Fiidora didn't have food. Instead he had someone else with him. Tyki. They sat in chairs (one having to move one from the corner) and waited for Wisely to finish. After a while Allen stopped crying. That was when Wisely opened his eyes and stood dusting himself off.

It was obvious Allen had fallen asleep/fell unconscious as the boy stopped shaking. When Wisely spoke it was clear he had a headache as well as being angry. "He was telling you guys the truth."

Tyki replied smoothly, "I didn't do anything."

"He can't walk. And he is breaking. He thinks any nice gesture is a trick or illusion and everyone is going to hurt him..." After standing in silence for a bit wisely glanced at allen then back at tyki. "Tyki watch him, I'll be back."

Aquavenn: Well that concludes this chapter, please leave a comment of what you want to have happen and I will see if that's something I can do. PMs and Reviews fill me with inspiration.