Jonas gave Rick a skeptical look. At first, he thought that the big man was probably screwing with him, however, one of Rick's guys unlocked the cage and stepped inside, and to Jonas' disbelief, unlocked each of the shackles around his hands and feet.

With a loud sound, they hit the ground, and Jonas was finally free from his bondage. Rick's man left the cage, and once again stood behind his boss, awaiting orders, while Jonas stood up and stretched a bit, keeping one eye on his big captor.

"Didn't you say you needed to piss?" asked Rick, "Bring over a bucket."

"Yes, boss," said that same man, who grabbed a plastic bucket from a shelf and placed it a few feet in front of Rick. Jonas slowly stepped out of the cage, half expecting to get jumped by an army of security guards. However, they didn't even budge as he climbed down the side and landed swiftly on his feet.

"How about a little privacy?" Jonas asked with a polite voice, as he and Rick stared each other down with a bucket placed between them.

"Why?" asked Rick, "You shy?"

"No," said Jonas, "I just need some space. I don't want to poke any eyes out," Rick chuckled, but his smile vanished as Jonas lowered his slacks. With his dick exposed to the entire room, Jonas wore a grin. He wasn't sure why he was in such a sassy and provocative mood, but he felt like Rick was such a primitive bully, that the only way to get back at him was to show that he, Jonas, was not afraid.

The sound of piss hitting plastic was the only thing that filled the hanger, as security guards and caged prisoners all watched as Jonas relieved himself. They saw an authentic expression of ecstasy on Jonas' face, while the young man never broke eye contact with Rick. Jonas gave himself a few exaggerated shakes and pulled his dick back into his pants like he was holstering a loaded shotgun. It was rather comical to the slaves, but they knew the worst had yet to come.

Rick didn't look as pleased as he once did. The smile had left his face, and he was staring at Jonas with a sort of ferocity that was like a hungry lion who had just been taunted by a hyena.

"So?" asked Jonas. He was feeling more playful because he knew he had gotten under Rick's skin.

"So, what?" replied Rick.

"Are you going to let me go?" Jonas asked while peeking at what looked like an exit door about thirty feet away.

"Sure," Rick agreed easily. He pointed behind himself to that door that Jonas had been looking at.

"That fire escape leads to the back alley," said Rick, "You'll need the key around my neck to get through it."

"Can you give me the key?" Jonas asked.

"No," Rick shook his head, "But you can come over here and try to take it," and finally his wicked grin came back. They had finally gotten to where Rick had been trying to steer them to.

"I didn't think it would be that easy," Jonas sighed as he contemplated the big man. He knew he didn't have a chance at all at beating Rick in a fight, but there was a small burning fire inside himself that wanted to see what he was capable of. 'He can't kill me,' Jonas thought, 'This is my best chance.'

"I'll give you one shot to escape," said Rick, "If you can beat me, and take this key from my neck, I guarantee my men won't touch you as you make your escape into the night," he shrugged his shoulders, "Although, if you don't want to try, there's no punishment, just get into the cage and lock yourself back up."

Jonas nearly choked, 'Walk into my cage and lock myself back up, why don't you just ask me to bend over for you,' there was no way his pride would ever let him do that. Jonas' heart raced as his mind decided that a fight was inevitable. Adrenaline coursed through his blood, and he could feel his legs vibrating with anxiety.

With one swift motion, Jonas kicked the bucket of piss in front of him. The kick was so perfect, so well-timed, it lifted off his foot and went crashing towards Rick's face. Some of it went directly into his mouth, while the rest splattered his face, clothing, and hair.

Before Rick could even register what had happened, Jonas threw a vicious right hook that caught his opponent square in the jaw, causing Rick's face to mush up. Then, Jonas sent another punch right into Rick's diaphragm, causing him to gasp for breath, while dribbles of piss flew into his windpipe. With one last desperate attack at a sure knock-out, Jonas swung his body into a circle, aiming a roundhouse kick towards his chin.

Spluttering, while barely able to see, Rick somehow caught Jonas' foot in a vice-like grip, and whirled his body around like a rag doll, throwing him towards the cage where he crashed into the bars. Jonas felt like his head had nearly split open, as stars appeared in his eyesight. Hitting the floor like a wet noodle, he glared violently at Rick, and he clambered to his feet, ready for round two.

"You're going to regret doing that," said Rick, as he wiped piss out of his eyes and spat on the ground. Jonas strode toward him, careful to stay out of arm's reach. His fists went up like a boxer, and just as he threw a left jab, his foot shot out like a cannon, hitting Rick right in the balls, and making him grunt like a pig.

"Fuck!" Rick coughed as he reached for Jonas, who spun around Rick's backside and kicked him in the back of the knee. It caused the enormous body to kneel slightly. Just as Jonas made to attack Rick's eyes from behind, an elbow like a sledgehammer hit him so hard in the chest, he thought his heart might have stopped from the impact. A hellish pain shocked Jonas' chest as he tried to get to his feet but unfortunately, Rick had spun around with speed unbecoming of him, and he kicked Jonas right in the stomach.

Jonas let out an involuntary cry as it sent him flying, landing on his back. Rick ran towards his fallen opponent and jumped on top of him, pinning both Jonas' arms down with his knees. Jonas wanted to fight back, but he simply didn't have the muscle strength to lift someone of Rick's size off himself, and he watched helplessly as Rick raised a single loaf-sized fist into the air.

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"Boss," said one of his men, "Not the face, don't forget we need to sell him."

"I never planned on hitting him in the face," said Rick and he brought his fist crashing down on Jonas' chest like a hammer beating a drum, causing the young teen to cry out in pain. Jonas felt hatred fill his body as he felt his ribs were cracked, his sternum splintered, and his skin scraped from his two massive fists of Rick, which continuously mauled every spot that was covered in clothing. The gesture felt familiar to Jonas, who began recalling terrible memories of his childhood. "Beg me to stop," snarled Rick as he acted like a gorilla and slammed his fists into Jonas' stomach once more.

"Fuck you!" Jonas shouted, and then he felt that bone-crunching feeling once more, another rib had cracked.

"Beg me to stop!"

"Fuck you!" which was followed by another scream of pain.

"Beg me to stop!" but Jonas couldn't speak anymore, he was coughing, spluttering, and suffocating on his blood and vomit.

"Boss, you're going to kill him," warned one of the security guards, and Rick snapped out of his violent rage as he quickly got off Jonas, who turned over and began vomiting blood and puke all over the floor. After getting most of it out, and after a few deep heaves, he caught his breath.

A large shoe pressed down on the small of Jonas' back, and he gasped in pain as Rick put all his weight into holding the bloody teen down.

"Step on his hands," Rick spoke quietly, and his guards did as they were told. There was a noise like a zipper being pulled down, and Jonas quickly closed his mouth and eyes. The most foul-smelling piss began pouring onto his head like a powerful faucet.

Jonas didn't have time to hate, nor did he have the strength to pull himself away. All he could do was make sure it didn't get into his mouth. Perhaps Rick had been holding it in all day, or perhaps he just wanted revenge, but Rick pissed on Jonas for what seemed like all of eternity until his hair and shirt were thoroughly soaked. "Karma's a bitch, isn't she?" Rick zipped up his pants and stepped away.

Where was Jonas' pride now? He had been utterly dominated, humiliated, and destroyed. There was nothing more he wished at that moment than for Drake to kick down the door and fuck Rick up so badly, that he wouldn't be able to shit properly for weeks.

'Drake would have never lost to this fat fuck,' thought Jonas angrily as he realized his weakness and helplessness for the first time. He felt someone grab his two feet, and they began dragging him back towards the cage, careful to make sure he bumped his head against the metal stairs leading up. Part of Jonas hoped they wouldn't put those iron shackles back on him, but alas, he felt a choking sensation as they locked the cold metal back around his feet, hands, and neck.

"I told you," said Rick, "You could have gotten back in your cage, but no, you had to be a big shot," he laughed raucously, and it echoed off the walls and directly into the eardrums of Jonas who wished he could remove his ability to hear for just a few moments.

Jonas flipped over onto his back, careful not to put too much strain on his chest, he took deep breaths and concentrated on controlling the pain that filled his entire existence, both physically and emotionally while that obnoxious laughter continued to echo in his brain.

"One day," Jonas' words were quiet, slow, and contained an infinite hatred, "I'm going to come back here, and I'm going to fucking kill you."

"Oh," said Rick in a mock tone, "Is that so, well unfortunately for me, you're going to be sold like livestock to some rich pervert who will keep you in a cage, fuck your brains out, and starve you, every day for all of eternity. I highly doubt you'll ever get the chance to kill me," and with that last antagonizing reply, Rick began to leave.

"Boss," a guard said, "We should probably get James. I don't think he's going to be happy though."

"Wait a few hours," Rick waved his hand as his figure receded from view, "Let the kid sleep it off. I'm going for a shower," and the guards watched him leave, while they wore bitter expressions on their faces.

Staring up at the ceiling of his cage, Jonas did something he hadn't done since his parents had died; pray for help.

"God, it's Jonas Ariel," he whispered, "It feels like lately I've been getting my ass kicked a lot, and it would be nice if I could do some of the ass-kickings instead," and unfortunately for Jonas, no one replied. "Didn't think so," he said with a miserable smile, as he tried not to breathe using his nose.

"Moron," said a voice next to him, but Jonas ignored the taunting and focused on regulating his ragged breathing. Part of him was scared that too much internal damage had been done, and he worried about sleeping and not waking up. However, he wondered if maybe not waking up was a much better option than what he was currently facing.

"Don't be a pussy," his brother's voice resounded in his mind, and Jonas couldn't help but feel bitter at the imaginary words.

'How the hell am I supposed to fight a guy that's three times my size?' he recalled those massive paws that Rick had used to bash his body in, 'Everything comes at a price, right?' and next he recalled Amber's words, 'If that's the way it is down here in Hell, I'd rather be the one giving, instead of taking.'

"How are you feeling, moron?" that taunting voice spoke out once more.

"Hey asshole," Jonas spoke without looking for the source of the voice, "Know anything about Sinners?"

"Sure," he replied, "You're a damn sinner for smelling so bad," and Jonas couldn't help but smile.

"Maybe you have a way to get out of here?" he tried once more, but he was only really making conversation to help keep his mind from his battered body. That voice huffed in an obvious show of annoyance.

"Idiot, huge idiot. What's your pride worth if you don't have the strength to protect it?" he asked, "Why not just get back into the cage? Why not just avoid all this trouble?"

"I have nothing," Jonas whispered, "Nothing but my pride. No money, no family, no education, no job, nothing. If I'm destined to be someone's plaything, I'd rather die fighting."

"Nothing but your pride?" the voice repeated, "That's not exactly true. You have your pride, and you have a nice broken ribcage to go along with it. Don't act so noble, it wouldn't be the first time you were someone's plaything, now would it?"

"You know, pal," Jonas ignored his questions and said, "I think you should try being a little nicer, and then maybe some good karma might come your way."

"Fuck karma," said the voice, "Being nice is how you get stuck in a cage, look at you," he added viciously, "Look what being friendly got you; enslaved, beaten, and covered in piss."

"Treat others the way you want to be treated, though, right?" Jonas asked, sounding rather hopeful.

"Not in Hell," said the voice, "Here it's to treat others before they treat you instead."

"Okay fine. Let's just say I act like an asshole, where does that leave me?"

"Not in a cage," the voice gave a dark chuckle, "And not as pathetic as you are now."

"Oh, go fuck yourself," Jonas swore, "I hope life drops a huge shit right on your ugly head," and no matter how much he longed for companionship, or perhaps a simple distraction, Jonas knew he would never find either with his caged neighbor.

"I haven't had the misfortune to ever be shit on," said the voice, "However, we've both been pissed on."