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Eisha had called him to the infirmary. The young raider that had been captured was stable enough but not awake yet but they had found something incredibly worrying.
As he opend the door to the room he saw the young man laying on a bed, hooked up to oxygen and feeding tubes, slowly breathing with his chest rising.
The boy was undressed, he had being caught in a fire that burned his clothes against him, the fumes cause him to pass out making him easily transportable.
Eisha send more nervous than usual.
"Sir... I'm not sure what to do" the girls voice wavered "we had to remove his clothes for his own safety but....i.well the medical team noticed that his lower body seems... more mutilated"
The room filled with silence as the implication dawn on Corvus.
"Do you mean his reproductive organs? miss Eisha?" The girl only nods.
Corvus eyes goes back to the young man with an impressive head of hair that he now notices is burned shorter in some place.
Corvus feels a sympathy spike in his heart.
After a week the boy awakes, he stays in his private wing of HQ and Corvus slowly put surely gets closer with the boy.
Corvus broke the ice by complimenting the boys hair and expression saddens over the burns.
The boy smile bespite the pain.
Despite his violent behavior, he was very much a teenager with interest, hobbies and baggage. All the boy wanted was someone to listen to him and show interest in him.
And in return the boy listen to Corvus, it wasnt often he talked about himself. Hell sometimes he felt like corvus was slowly getting lost in the image of 'boss'
"Kinda like how a mother loses her identity after becoming a mom, all she is to people is a mother" an extremely odd metaphor for an eighteen year old boy.
Then after a couple of months, corvus asked about the state of the boys body. If he needed any extra care, did it still hurt maybe if just how he felt about it.
The boy nodded at the still hurting question but ignored the rest.
Then one day the boy showed Corvus his back and it all made horrific sense.
On the boys back was a mix of branding and tattoos with information.
His birthday, blood type, his temperament and so much more. It felt more like reading an adoption form for an animal that something someone would want an their body.
"Traffickers.."
The boy only nodded.
"They didn't do the...below the belt stuff" that's all he could get out before his silence was filled with a heart wrenching scream.
It took a near year for him to mention it again, in that time he became a full fledged cleaner, the best that team danger had to offer.
He waltzed into Corvus's office and laid down on a couch.
"The other stuff was in an arena, according to them 'removing' those parts could make me stronger, one less weak point"
Corvus stood up as Jabber spoke. Quitly sitting next to him and holding his head.
"They didn't have an actual surgeon, so ya... that's that!" The boys voice broke as he started sodding.
Corvus held his pseudo son. He wanted to know names, he so desperately needed to know who had done this to him
He knew one name, Zodyl.
He doesn't care how long he has to wait that man will repent for the hurt he let the boy carry all alone.
He doesn't care if he has to follow that man up too that damned sphere.