In the Enemy's Fortress

In the Enemy's Fortress

Ch. 2

This chapter is dedicated to two people... My soulmate, Alana, and the love of my life, Ryan. I hope you both enjoy it. Sorry this chapter is so much shorter than the first one.. Lol, there isn't a sex/rape scene in this one.. Plenty of plot detail though.. and a -- Well, you'll have to read and find out, I don't want to ruin it for you. ^^

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Danny's thoughts when he awoke were not of the events that had caused him to pass out. His thoughts were a jumble of frantic nonsense that could not help him. He attempted to put the event out of his mind. He could hate himself later.

He hardly had the strength to move. He saw that he lay in a puddle of his own blood, that had dried and coagulated on the dark carpet since he had passed out. His rear hurt horriblely. He swallowed and looked at the door. There was no way Vlad could have forgotten to lock the door. No escape that way. There were no windows with the room, nor were there any other doors.

Danny sighed heavily. He heard his stomach growl. How long had it been since he last eaten? It didn't matter. Although his stomach yearned for sustinence, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep it down without getting sick, so what was the use of eating at all?

The raven-haired boy sighed and turned over on his side, facing the bed. He reached up and grabbed a pillow to rest his head on. He was quite cold as well, as he was still lying nude on the ground, but he didn't have the energy to look for his pants, nor did he want to cover himself with the soiled sheets on the bed. He settled instead for grabbing another pillow and rested it on his lower extremities. It was not any warmer, but he didn't feel as exposed as he had before.

Danny lay there for what felt like several hours. He was unsure whether or not he fell asleep, but Vlad was there when just a second ago he was not, holding a tray of food.

Danny jumped and curled into a ball. It wouldn't do much if Vlad decided to do anything, but it made him feel better if only for a moment.

"Here, eat," Vlad said, place in front the boy, a small tray of food.

Danny looked at the food. There was a bowl of broth, a glass of milk, and a piece of bread. It looked wonderful and smelled amazing, but thinking about the feeling of having food in his stomach made him sick.

Vlad stood back and looked at the young halfa. He noticed how he did not move towards the food. He knew it had been almost a day since he had eaten; he should be starving.

"Daniel, you need to eat something."

Danny didn't answer. He thought about taking a bite of the bread to appease the man, but that thought left him when he left himself beginning to give a dry heave at the thought.

"Don't make me force it down your throat."

Danny glanced up at the man. Feeling as if on the verge of crying, he shakily spoke, "go ahead...I don't care. I'll just throw it up...then there will be blood, cum, and vomit to clean up."

Vlad glared at the boy, a growl sounding from his throat. "Fine. Don't eatt It will sit there until you decide to consume it."

The man stormed from the room, locking it behind him.

Tears brimmed over the boy's cheeks. He wanted so badly to eat, but what was the use? He knew he would throw up...

Danny felt himself beginning to sob, and he hated himself for it. He couldn't let himself feel as weak as he physically was. It was also unconstructive to hate himself at the moment. Hating or pitying himself would not help him get out of this situation. Letting Vlad see him cry wouldn't open a door of human compassion and lead to his freedom. It hadn't last night and there was no way it would work now.

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Vlad marched angrily back to his study. He threw the chair back and slumped into the seat. He knew being angry wouldn't help the situation, but at least he could feel better for the moment.

Yesterday had worked out just as he planned. Probably even better than he planned. He had succeeded in dominating the one person that stood in his way of attempting to take over the Ghost Zone...

Conquering the Ghost Zone...The plan now seemed so much more possible. If he could mold Danny to his own use, then it would be a goal. But the boy was more powerful and useful than he knew, but he didn't seem interested in anything at the moment. Vlad would have to coerce him into it.

He felt a slight pang in his chest as an image of the naked boy popped into his head. He sighed angrily, shaking the image away. This shouldn't be bothering him. This was what he wanted. He has wanted the boy to hurt, he had wanted him humiliated...

So, why did he ache when he thought about the deed?

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Danny managed to eat some of the food that Vlad had left him. He figured he should attempt to down some kind of sustinence, as he wouldn't get any stronger starving himself.

He nearly got sick twice once he finished the meal. He found that he could not let his mind wander. If it wandered, then it would focus on the events of the day before. He couldn't let those thoughts into his head at the moment. The memories of Vlad using him as he did were a little more then he could handle at the moment.

Instead, he concentrated on thoughts of Sam. He had no idea how the gothic girl was and that worried him terribly. What could Vlad had done to her? He made the comment that he did not kill her, but that didn't settle his mind. She could still be hurt and he had no idea if she was anyplace where help was easy to get. Surely Vlad wouldn't result to murder?

Then he thought about himself. When he didn't come home from his date with Sam, what would happen? Would Sam, for his safety, come clean about his being Danny Phantom to his parents to explain his absence? Surely Sam would tell Jazz and Tucker and the three from there would decide on the best course of action whether that be to tell his parents or not.

The worst possibility that entered his mind was that he would be there for a couple of days in this cold room. He may have to attempt to defend himself from Vlad again, but surely, he would be rescued in a few days and his family would have a new hatred for the man that would now be on the run from the law.

Danny sighed. He looked sluggishly to his right and found his pants and boxers not far from him. He groaned slightly as he raised himself up, carefully sitting on his raw rear and reached for the clothing.

However, his attention was torn away from getting his clothes on when he heard the door unlock. He felt a pang of terror when the man walked through the threshold. He quickly grabbed his clothing and shielded his body.

"Don't be so bashful, Daniel...you don't have anything I haven't seen or...for that matter, touched."

Danny glared at the man, "what do you want now? To rape me again?"

Vlad gave a loud sigh, "no, I don't want to rape you again...at least not at the moment," he said with a chuckle. "No, I've come here to check to see if you've eaten, which you have...good boy. You need to get your strength up. I like it when you have a little fight in you. Last night was almost pathedic."

The young, raven-haired boy felt a growl escape his throat. Pathedic? He mercilessly attacked him and then raped him and HE was pathedic?!

"I don't like the sound of that growl," Vlad said, lowering himself to one knee to face the boy. The boy felt a nervous pang in his stomach as the older man leaned down and pressed his lips to his.

Danny wanted to raise his hand up and punch the man. Did he have the strength? He wanted the man to hurt as he did at the moment.

Danny felt his hand form into a fist. He waited for the opportunity to show itself. It did within a moment when Vlad pulled away to look at the boy. He reared his arm back and connected his fist to the man's face.

Vlad was knocked off of the boy. He reached up and immediately grasped his left cheek and looked at the boy who was scrambling to stand. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the boy's leg and jerked him to the ground.

Vlad angrily pulled himself to his knees and crawled on top of the boy. He placed his legs on either side of the younger man and raised his fist and brought it roughly against Danny's face.

"What the fuck? What the hell were you thinking?!" Vlad cried out as he put the whole of his body weight onto the boy's hips, mashing Danny's sore lower body onto the ground.

"Did you think if you punched me you'd honestly have a shot at leaving? I told you last night, Daniel," Vlad said, insinuating the boy's name by grabbing his jaw and bringing it forward, "you belong to me now...they won't come looking for you. I have been planning this for months. Everyone believes you are dead now. The young ghost boy that went out in a ball of fury. All anyone saw was Skulker buzzing you with my power-shorter and the young, unconscious Danny Fenton falling to the Earth. They saw Technus grab you around the wrist and throw you into the building...then they saw the Box Ghost, along with Ember, destroy the edifice. However, they didn't see me fly up and turn the two of us intangible as they destroyed the building. The ghosts think you're dead, Amity Park thinks you are dead...as well as knowing your idenity. I'm the only one who knows you're still alive."

Danny felt his arms shaking. He looked at the man on top of him. Surely he wasn't speaking the truth. This had to be a lie. He remembered fighting Skulker and seeing Ember, Technus, and the Box Ghost coming at him. He remembered Skulker using the Power-Shorter and his falling unconscious...whatever happened after that was up for debate.

"You're lying. There is no way that's true. My parents and friends wouldn't give up hope until they found a body," Danny said, attempting to convince himself that it was true.

"They're still cleaning up the damage. As the Mayor, I had to speak publically about the damages and appoint people to take care of the Ghost problem. Of course Maddie and Jack were screaming for blood when they saw their son get buried under a building, so they were the natural choice."

Danny was quiet. The thing on his mind was how his parents had taken the knowledge of his secret. How did they feel that he had kept such a big secret to himself for so long without telling them. Did they plan to have a burial as soon as they found his body or to dissect it and find out what caused the mutation that made him half-ghost.

...Surely his parents would desicrate his body..

However, Danny was violently torn from his thoughts as Vlad raised his hand to the boy.

"Now, Don't. You. Ever. Raise. Your. Hand. To. Me. Again." Vlad growled out angrily, indicating each word with a blow to the boy's face.

He then leaned down and roughed mashed his lips to the boy's. Danny's eyes bulged and he surpressed a gasp as the man forced his tongue into his mouth.

Danny tried to pull away, but Vlad held him to his jaw and held him close with his free hand about the boy's chest, pinning his arms to his sides.

The feeling of warmth around his naked body was calming. It almost didn't matter that it was Vlad that was hugging. It almost didn't matter that he was being forced to kiss him. In fact, Danny felt himself melt into the kiss.

He had hardly realized that he was kissing back before he returned to his senses. It scared him to think that the man had the effect on him. He had just been raped the night before and now he was naked, making out with the man on the ground.

Vlad pulled away to catch his breath. His lips didn't stay away from the boy for long before they found their way back to the boy. However, this time Vlad did not go for Danny's lips. He began to savagely attack the boy's neck.Sucking, nibbling, even biting at the flesh.

To the older man's dismay, Danny no longer seemed interested in his little games. The boy tried to struggle away, which was understandable after he had told Danny all the information and how there was not much hope for him to ever see the light of day for a long time. However, a little fight always made the experience much more fun.

Danny struggled as much as possible. He raised his arms as high as he could and attempted to claw at the man's sides and shoulders, but since the man was still fully clothes, not much damage could be done. He knew his neck would be bruised by morning, as would his face.

When Vlad finished with the boy, he stood and looked down at Danny, who was now curled up on the floor. The same pang of sadness that had hit him earlier came back as he looked at the boy.

However, the older man ignored the small spring of emotion and left the room, locking the door behind him.

Danny, on the other hand, felt disgusted with himself. How could he have left his guard down for that minute? How disgusting. It wouldn't happen again. He wouldn't let it. He would fight against Vlad every chance he got. He wouldn't let himself be used again.

To Be Continued...

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