A/N: I do not own any of the Kuroko no Basket characters.

The knife buried itself deep in his abdomen, slicing though his kidney and some of his intestines. Intense pain flared through his whole torso. The ropes around his wrists burned the already raw skin as he tried to escape the pain. Hot tears drew tracks on his cheeks, but he wasn't sure whether the tears were anger filled or pain inflicted. Another knife imbedded itself through the right side of his chest and he suddenly felt like his right lung was being squeezed, his chest heaving with the effort of breathing. Hot puffs of breath escaped his lips, dusting his cheeks. A third knife found its way to his pelvis and he whined as it shot pain up his right side. A fourth and fifth knife found their way into his abdomen above his belly button to trigger a coil of flaring pain and at the base of his ribcage to make his diaphragm scream in agony with every attempted breath. He tried to scream, but it came out a breathy, choked, high pitched wheeze. Then the baseball bat crashed against the side of his head and a blinding light shot across his consciousness, followed by a pounding so strong and painful that his stomach twisted and forced burning acid up his oesophagus and spilling out his mouth, spilling onto his own clothes. Another blow to the other side of his head repeated the process, but a third hit left him almost convulsing with the process of throwing up. His legs pulled up, trying to curl under him, if he had not been tied to a wall. His abdominal muscles were a sheet of scorching pain. The vomiting turned into dry retching once he had nothing left to bring up. Finally, his stomach calmed, but his head still throbbed with pain that threatened to take his consciousness with every pulse.

"What, you not giving up yet?" chuckled his captor grabbing a fistful of hair tightly, exacerbating the pain in his head. He honestly couldn't think straight anymore. Then the hands slipped from his periwinkle locks and a harsh punch landed on his face, breaking his nose and sending a shock of more sharp pain to his already painful head. Hot, sticky blood trickled from his nose the metallic taste overwhelming his senses as it dribbled into his mouth. A second punch imbedded itself deep in his abdomen, draining pain from the earlier knife wounds, as well as creating new pain all of its own. His legs dragged up the wall again, his toes curling tightly. He gasped and choked, losing what little air his lungs had left and then he was left desperately heaving to try and get oxygen back into his system, but it was too late, his throbbing brain couldn't handle the lack of oxygen it was receiving. His vision blurred, the colour in his eyes already dulled. The only thing he was aware of was pain, seeping from every part of his body into his soul. His consciousness started to slip away and he welcomed it as five more punches landed on his abdomen. He was almost praying for death to consume him.

"Kuroko!" echoed a vaguely familiar voice as a slam echoed throughout the warehouse, but he was too far away to pick out who the owner was. It didn't matter who came now, it was too late. His heavy eyelids slid over his cyan eyes and as they did, he slipped into a much darker place.