Edward was having trouble breathing, the air being pumped in and out of him not seeming to have any effect on him. They had removed his heart rate monitor, deeming him stable enough to not need it.

"What the matter? Little Edward scared?" Alec taunted. "No one's going to come in here, kid. No one's going to help you. I'm friends with a few of your nurses and when they told me a kid with golden eyes was here...well, I knew I had to come and say hello." He said, climbing up onto the bed and straddling the thin child's body.

Edward was deathly still under Alec, his body trembling and eyes widened with fear. Not again...please not again. He didn't know if he could handle it again. He was too weak to fight back. Please not again.

The mantra continued that way as Alec continued to talk, even bringing up the previous rape with a sly smirk.

"You're no more than a toy, Edward. No more than a toy to be used and tossed aside to be forgotten once the user is done with them." They lifted their weight for just a moment to pull the thin sheet off of Ed's body, revealing his thin body only covered by a oversized, mint green hospital gown. Like this, his automail was displayed, gleaming dully in the darkness.

"And broken, too. Who would want to even be near some one as broken, as frail as you?" He tutted, tapping a finger on the port of his shoulder. "You didn't even fight when I fucked you last. You just laid there and took it." He snickered, pulling up the gown.

That was when the tears started to slip from Ed's eyes.

He found himself praying to a God he didn't believe in that someone would come to help him.

Nobody did.

--

Alec left a little while after that, a carefully crafted neutral, bordering on sad expression on his face. He had done the numb, in pain and crying Ed the decency of covering him, but had murmured three little words in his ear before leaving that left Edward scared and hopeless. 'I'll be back'.

He had trained so hard.

He'd gotten stronger to prevent this. But at the very sight of him, his atrophied muscles, already weak enough to hardly be able to move his automail, failed him. He was completely defenseless against being violated again.

He was still shaking and crying and numb inside when Alphonse finally was allowed into the room an hour later.

His brother was instantly fretting over him, worriedly asking him questions he was too tired or upset to answer. Over all, he wanted to slip right back into that coma and possibly even further, into the welcoming embrace of death that he had experienced twice before.

Edward's body was sore, and when the nurses had him get up to begin his physical therapy and he collapsed from not having walked in so long, as well as the stabbing, aching pain in his rear, he curled inwards and cried more.

--

A month passed, and Edward was slowly getting back on his feet. He flinched at every unexpected movement, froze up whenever he saw someone who even vaguely reminded him of Alec, and speaking of the bastard, their words ran through his head, day in and day out. When he saw himself in the mirror when he went to the bathroom and saw how thin and frail he looked, how much he struggled with building up enough muscle to even use his automail again, that's when the words hit him the hardest.

His hair lay dull and knotted over his shoulders, and the unhealthy thinness to his face had only diminished slightly. and every single damn time he saw his automail, heard its clacking against the floors, he heard the voice of Alec say those dreaded words once more.

"You're no more than a toy, Edward. No more than a toy to be used and tossed aside to be forgotten once the user is done with them. And broken, too. Who would want to even be near some one as broken, as frail as you?"" He would hear, the words soft and almost pitying, right next to his ear, would feel the ghostly hands of his violator running over his body.

He felt more disgusting than ever.

He was a freak.

Impure.

Weak.

Broken.

A toy left behind only for those who found it to use.

--750 Words--
Short chapter, yeah, but I couldn't think of anything else to do in it, so I just cut it off there. A very nice stopping place, too. A clean cut 750. ~The_Sin_Pride