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Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to @Vampire_Dawn as a continuation of her idea from the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lab Rats characters or the parts of the plot that are from the book Girl Stolen by April Henry.

Previously on Bionic Stolen-

I pulled down the wooden bed and climbed onto it. It wasn't very comfortable, but it was better than the floor.

The last thing I remembered before I drifted to sleep was the faint sounds of a whip being cracked and a teenage boy screaming in pain.

Chase's P.O.V.

We were in the elevator on our way up to the lab. Everything seemed fine. I had put the exploding handcuffs on her wrists. I guess I didn't put them on tight enough because all of a sudden, my hands were locked between my shoulder blades!

"Ahhh!" I screamed out in pain. She placed my wrists right against an open gash in my back.

She seemed hesitant at first, but she jabbed her elbow into my back, and I collapsed to the floor. She just stood there, holding my arms behind me as I continued to hiss in pain.

Suddenly, the elevator doors glided open to reveal the lab, Douglas, Marcus, Jake, and Trevor. Let me tell you, they did not look thrilled to see me face down against the floor with our hostage holding me against my will.

"Why didn't you put the handcuffs on her? How could you be so stupid?" Douglas scolded me through gritted teeth.

I am never gonna get out of this one.

"I did, Dou-" I started to say, but he cut me off with another scolding.

"NO NAMES! YOU ALREADY CAUSED ENOUGH PROBLEMS."

I totally forgot about the danger of telling your hostages your name. Now, if she somehow escapes, she will tell the police, exactly who kidnapped her.

Oh well. It won't do much use to hide our names now since she knows mine.

"Sorry. I will try to be more careful," I apologized while I was still being pressed to the ground by Bree.

"Sorry? It's too late to be sorry. You three," Douglas said, gesturing towards Marcus, Jake and Trevor. "Take this girl to her cell. I will deal with him."

Ugh, great. When Douglas 'deals with somebody' it usually involves some sort of abuse. Like I wasn't in enough pain already.

My teammates started to walk towards the elevator, and Bree finally let go of my aching wrists. The stinging sensation in my back was still too strong for me to move. Marcus, Jake and Trevor easily stepped over me and cornered Bree in the elevator.

I swear, if they do anything to her...

Ugh, I need to STOP with these stupid, overprotective thoughts.

I literally met her a few hours ago, and I'm treating her like she's mine. Well, not literally because I kidnapped her and stuff, but I feel for her.

I was brought out of my thoughts by Bree, grunting in pain and sinking to the floor while clutching her stomach.

One of those jerks punched Bree!

Seeing her in pain seemed to give me a burst of energy. I suddenly jumped to my feet, ready to fight.

"Get away from her!" I growled at the three boys. They turned in astonishment and Bree looked up at me from her spot on the ground. She looked hopeful and scared at the same time.

As I took my fighting stance, I was pulled back by a pair of strong hands. I stumbled backwards out of the elevator.

Great. Just great.

Marcus and Jake grabbed Bree's wrists and led her to one of our prison cells. Apparently, we get a lot of prisoners around here!

"Ow! I-I can't feel m-my hands. You're h-hurting me!" I heard her cry out, and I tensed up again.

The three didn't even care. They just led her to the cell while muttering something to her. I could've used my super hearing to listen, but I didn't want to know what they could've said to Bree. It would just make me angrier.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Douglas yelled at me once Bree was inside her cell with my teammates.

I looked to the ground and spoke softly to not aggravate him.

"I am protecting my cousin."

He stood there shocked for a minute until a look of pure amusement flashed across his face. It didn't take long for the amusement to turn into disappointment.

"She's not your cousin! Man, for one of the smartest people on the world, you are so oblivious!"

"What do you mean?" I asked him. I honestly had no idea what he was talking about, and I hated not knowing things.

"You're my step-son. You aren't related to this family in any way. I married your mother after you were born. Then, I implanted a bionic chip into your neck, and you became a bionic super soldier. Shortly after, we got into a fight, divorced and I took custody. You shouldn't be trying to protect her. Especially since she's the enemy. But we are done talking about this. We are getting off of the topic! You were extremely careless!"

"I'm sorry Douglas. I really messed up."

"No kidding! You should be lucky you're here and not in prison for getting caught!"

At that moment, Marcus and Jake exited Bree's cell. Trevor must still be in there giving her a piece of his mind. He better not hurt her!

No. I am done thinking that way. I care too much. Douglas is right. I shouldn't be protecting her. She is the enemy.

"I will be right back. I need to grab something," Douglas said as he left the main lab. I knew exactly what he was thinking, and I expected nothing less.

When Douglas came back with the whip in his hands, Trevor exited Bree's cell. He had a satisfied grin on his face, and I knew he did something to Bree. I don't know what he did, but I need to find out and help her.

I started walking towards her room when I was whipped across my back. The searing pain overwhelmed me and I collapsed to the ground as I let out an agonizing scream. My mission suit was too thin to block the leather from ripping apart my skin. I could feel blood starting to drip down my back and absorb into the thin material.

CRACK!

My back was sliced again when Douglas brought the whip down upon it. I screamed again, and my voice cracked. Tears leaked out of my eyes and down my face as blood trickled down my back.

Even though I'm used to this sort of abuse, it still feels like a bear is ripping me apart from the inside.

The whip cut across the sensitive scars that were leftover from previous beatings. It aggravated the black and blue bruises that decorated my spine. The cuts and gashes from the other torments were pulled further apart with each strike.

"This is what you get when you are CARELESS!" Douglas shouted over my protesting cries. He continued to slap my skin with the whip. "How does it feel, Chase? Do you still want to protect that spoiled brat you call Bree? Still feel SORRY for her? Huh, Chase? ANSWER ME!" Each harsh word brought a harder strike against my spine.

I replied, "N-no Sir." My whispering voice sounded strained and hoarse from screaming.

My vision began to blur as his beatings became more forceful. Black spots clouded my vision, and I suddenly felt extremely sleepy. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Trevor, Marcus and Jake, each with smug grins plastered on their faces as they snickered at my pain.

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I woke up with an aching and sticky back.

Why does it- oh yeah. The abuse.

I groaned in pain as I slowly stood up from the ground. The pain was unbearable, but I had to push through it.

I checked my mission watch, and the time read 11:43.

I was unconscious for about four hours, and nobody tried to help me. Nice family.

I stumbled to the bathroom so I could inspect my injuries. I reached for the back of my suit, and I felt it was still damp with blood. My fingers found the zipper, and I slowly pulled it down to my waist. I turned my back to the mirror and glanced over my shoulder. Long, red slices crossed my back. Some were horizontal, some vertical, and some were slightly curved. Dried blood covered every inch of my back. I was surprised I was able to see through the stains.

In the distance, I heard faint whimpering. It sounded like Bree.

Ugh, stop trying to protect her. She is the enemy. She can handle herself.

I pushed that thought away and quickly zipped my mission suit. I walked as fast as I could, without aggravating my back, to her cell. After unlocking the gate, I entered her room to find her on the wooden bed. She had her knees pulled up to her chest and her forehead was resting on her knees. Her brown hair draped around her face and arms as she silently cried.

"Bree, what's wrong?" I asked as I came to sit by her on the makeshift bed. She glanced at me through her hair and then slowly picked her head up. Her face was red and blotchy with tears.

She didn't reply. Instead, she continued to cry. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and let her cry into my neck. Her tears leaked onto the collar of my suit, but I couldn't have cared less.

After a few minutes, she let go of her legs and slipped her arms around my back. I grunted in pain, and she instantly released her grip and backed away. She almost seemed embarrassed.

"Did he hurt you again?" She asked with a sympathetic expression. I meekly nodded. She just looked at me.

"Let me see," She instructed. I sighed and stood up off of the bed. I turned so my back was facing her, and I kneeled down so she could reach the zipper. She carefully unzipped my suit, and I heard her gasp.

"Oh my god, Chase," She started. "You can't let him do this to you! Did you at least fight back?"

"No," I said glumly. She just sighed in response.

"Next time he does this, you need to at least try to fight back. Let Spike loose on him."

"I can't do that. My commando app needs a special signal to activate, and that signal doesn't transmit in our lab. Anyways, it would be four against one. Even Spike doesn't stand a chance against them. Especially since three of them are bionic."

I felt one of her fingers trace one of the slashes. I hissed in pain, and she retracted her finger.

"Sorry. Is there anything I can do?" Bree asked. She sounded so sincere and concerned. I zipped my suit once again. The pain in my back seemed to melt away at her soothing voice.

Ugh! Stop! She is the ENEMY!

"No. I'll be fine. I've suffered worse," I told her honestly. I stood back up and joined her again on the wooden bed. I suddenly remembered why I came in here. "How come you were crying earlier?"

A look of panic crossed her face. She stared at her shoes and she played with her fingers. It seemed as if she was trying to hide something.

"Oh, um, I just had a nightmare." She replied quietly. I could tell she wasn't telling me something.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked Bree. I needed to know what she was hiding.

She quickly shook her head.

"No. I'm okay. I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight," Bree said in one breath as she pushed me off the wood and out the doorway.

"Night," I said as I activated the gate and walked towards my room.

AN: Wow. I think this was one of the longer chapters. How was it? Good? Bad? Should I stop writing and become...I don't know...something other than I am now? Tell me what you guys think! I want your opinions and ideas! Until next time...

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