The mean guys held him tight, so tight it hurt.  But not as much as it hurt when The Bad Man grabbed his hips and pushed his way inside.  They shoved a rag in his mouth so he couldn’t cry out, couldn’t call for help, couldn’t say “No!”  Burning pain – he struggled, but they held him hard.  Hot breath on his neck, scratchy chin; The Bad Man grunted in his ear, and he cried like a baby.  But he couldn’t help it.  When they dropped him to the ground, The Bad Man laughed.  “Tell your brother Ryan I said hi.”