Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Hiromu Arakawa does. I only own the OC characters.

Description: This is basically the fruit of my corrupted mind. This idea popped into my head one day, so I was inspired to write it. Sometimes I really question my sanity. This one's pretty brutal. You have been warned. WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content and non-consensual drug use.

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Edward came to slowly. His eyes fluttered when he opened them, the eyelashes brushing against something soft. Fully opening them, all he could see was darkness. It was strange, because he didn't remember what had happened to him before waking up in this darkness. He tried to move but found that he couldn't. His arms were pinned underneath him and stuck together. He tried to call out to someone in the darkness, but his voice resounded back to him, muffled and unintelligible.

It took him a second to realize that he was gagged and blindfolded. He was laying down, most likely on the floor of whatever room he was in. He tried to pull his arms apart, but he found that they were bound together tightly by thick rope. They were so tight that he couldn't move his hands at all, which took away the option of using his alchemy. Deciding to explore his surroundings to the best of his ability, he rolled over onto his side. But he could only move as far as his side, since a tug from his bindings prevented him from moving any further. The rope that bound his arms was also attached to the floor somehow, keeping him from moving around the room. There was also rope wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms to his back.

Edward reassumed his earlier position and heaved a long sigh through his nose. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what had happened before he found himself in this darkness. He had been walking down the street towards headquarters to report to that Colonel Bastard. He was only halfway there when he noticed someone sidling up behind him. That was the last thing he remembered. The perpetrator must have knocked him out.

Edward had some choice thoughts about how his kidnapper had just tied him up and tossed him into a cold room. He could feel the roughness of the carpet against his skin. Wait a minute, that didn't make sense. Was he...? It took Ed way too long to figure out that he was completely naked. What kind of sick bastard would take his clothes before tying him up? He couldn't even begin to think of the reason. He'd much rather not dwell on it.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a sliding door opening off to his left. He was ready to give some sort of snarky remark to his captor, but then he realized that it would be unintelligible to the sick bastard. He was gagged, after all. Instead, he turned his head quickly towards the sound.

"Good morning, Edward. You're awake, I see." A man's voice filtered out from the doorway that Edward now assumed to be open. He heard the man's footsteps approach him. He shot out curses at him, but they came out muffled. The man lowered himself to his knees so that he was closer to Ed's face.

"I'm sorry about all this," the man said. Edward assumed he was indicating his gag and blindfold. "I have neighbors, you see, nosy neighbors. I can't have anyone know that you're here."

Edward didn't understand what that meant. Why would this bastard need to keep him here? Well, he could think of several reasons. But none of them constituted these extreme measures to keep him quiet. This guy could have just put him to sleep.

The man reached out and brushed his fingers along Ed's blindfold. He could feel the pressure of them on his eyelids. It was an uncomfortable gesture, especially since he was completely exposed and vulnerable. "And this," the man continued, "is to keep the confidentiality of my clients, as well as myself."

Now Edward was extremely confused. Clients? This guy had clients? What for? Was he planning on selling him to someone? No, he would not let that happen. If he was being sold, he wanted no part in it. He would not leave his brother. Edward pulled at his bonds with more vigor, trying to break them apart just by strength alone. But they wouldn't budge.

"You can struggle all you want, Edward," the man said. "I've made sure that you're not getting away from me."

Despite the man's words, Edward still tried his best to break free. But that man was right. No matter how hard he pulled, the rope just wouldn't break. He was completely and utterly stuck.

His thoughts were thrown into a frenzy when a sharp, stabbing pain erupted in the crook of his elbow. The sound of a plunger being pressed down was heard, the pain blossoming down his arm when the contents of the syringe, to Ed's realization and dread, was emptied into his system. He grunted from the pain. He began to panic. What did he inject him with? Nervous whimpers that he was ashamed of escaped from his throat, their sound blocked by the gag.

"Don't worry, Edward," the man said. "That was just something to make the experience more enjoyable for you."

Edward didn't know what he meant, but the meaning soon became clear after a minute or two. A strange feeling that he had never felt before washed through his entire body, like a waterfall pouring its clear water over him. A warmth spread through him, gathering to form at his crotch. He yelped when he felt his member twitch spastically without his permission. The young alchemist couldn't believe what was happening. The shot had made him horny. Angered at this revelation, Edward squirmed more vigorously in his bonds.

The man beside him straightened. "You have a big day tomorrow, Edward. So many people will want a piece of you." The boy heard the sound of a fly being unzipped and the click of a belt buckle. The implication of what that meant made the prodigy's heart skip a beat. "But for now," the man continued, "I have you all to myself."

Edward felt the man straddle him, his small hips between the man's now bare legs. His fear now spilling over, he screamed behind the gag, and struggled mindlessly, wanting to be anywhere but where he was right now. He didn't want this, he didn't want any of it!

Someone, please! Help me!

"Don't be so afraid, Edward," the man said, his tone indicating as though he was about to feast on prey that he had caught himself. "You should be honored that so many people want to have you." He ran a hand gently through Edward's golden locks, loose from their braid, making the boy shiver away from the unwanted touch. "After all," the man purred, " you are pretty. Like a sunflower."

Edward felt something hot and pulsing enter into him. His tight hole clenched around it, making the pain between his legs flare up even more. He screamed behind the gag out of pain, but also because of the waves of pleasure that rushed through the seas of it. Whatever drug the man had given him was making his body respond in ways that he didn't want, as if acting against his will. The very implication that he might actually be enjoying this was humiliating. It brought tears to his eyes.

The man thrust in and out of him, trying to widen the boy's hole. Warm blood began to seep out of the alchemist's anus, staining the carpet below. The man went deeper and deeper, until he knew he hit the teen's prostate when he elicited a muffled moan of pleasure in between his screams. He became more aroused by the fact that the boy seemed to make a conscious effort to hold it back. The man came inside the young boy, some of his seed joining the blood stains on the carpet. Edward whimpered at the feeling of the warm liquid inside of him.

The man finally withdrew from the small, shaking form beneath him. He got up off the floor and pulled up his pants, securing them around his waist once more. "That was wonderful, Edward. You do not disappoint," he said, paying no heed to the fact that the teen was not listening to him. "I can tell that I will definitely enjoy our time together. But now, I'll leave you to rest. You must be ready for the others that will come."

Edward was vaguely aware of the man sliding the door closed, leaving him to the darkness once more. It seemed more menacing now that he knew what was going to happen, what did happen, to him in it. He had not stopped whimpering ever since the man had pulled out of him. The pain and humiliation that was to come washed over him like a dark cloud, and he sobbed underneath his blindfold. His sobs went unheard, and his tears stained the blindfold as they leaked out from underneath the white cloth.

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Author's Note: Short introduction to this story. The only inspiration I got for this was my own mind. This story is one of the more horrifying ones I have in store. I hope you're all ready for this.

I'm going to be flying up to Michigan for a week, so updates will be slow. I don't know if I'll have a chance to write, or even upload, but I'll do my best. My aunt and uncle don't really have the same version of Microsoft Word that I do at home.

I also fixed the line breaks in the previous chapters.

Praise is appreciated and constructive criticism is encouraged.

-The_Mayflower