I really have no other reason to write this other that I'm a sick fuck who loves disgusting, brain harvesting minor characters like Tayama. And I love disgusting, morally vacant fan fiction like this. Reminds me of Adachi x Yu in a way, namely bc of how disgusting it is

It was so obvious that there would be a trap. Too say a sweet scent in a tower with rooms that had their walls covered in blood and buckets filled with excrement was out of place was an understatement to say the least, but as the horrors of the Reverse Hills was reveled to the group of samurai they couldn't even tell it was there until it was too late.

Before being a Samurai, Flynn couldn't fathom half of the things they have encountered in Tokyo. Mystic relics where one thing, but what Tayama was doing; harvesting the brains of innocent people to produce his red pills was an atrocity in of itself.

Waking up, and trying to move his limbs only to find out they wouldn't obey any of his commands was.. something that didn't surprise him. Especially when that bastard Tayama was standing in front of him, he would need the gods themselves to hold him back. He couldn't see him, still being to fatigued to open his eyes, but he could hear him. Right as he was gaining consciousness he heard him order his guards and the hostage samurai out. But with all the rage seething through him it was just wearing him out even more; already feeling himself slip back into unconsciousness. He had to keep his emotions under control, just for a moment so he could asses the situation. Tayama was alone, with out his bodyguards or his demons to protect him, if only he was in better condition to take him out.

At the moment, from what Flynn could comprehend; he was sitting on something, probably on the couch in Tayama's office. Summoning demons was out of the question, as he felt that his gauntlet wasn't on his wrist, or that Burroughs wasn't commenting on his current condition. They probably took it off as a precaution, Tayama may be smug but he proved to be far from stupid. He had too know for sure though, he had to open his eyes, apart from the anger there was the severe anxiety of the condition of his friends. He grunted a little, hoping Tayama didn't notice, and opened his eyes. No one was next to him, and he was sitting right in the middle of the couch.

Before Flynn got his hopes up, logic had kicked in that the couch wasn't that big, and if his friends were all packed next to him they would be squished up against him. He quickly turned his head again, and his heart dropped when saw that he was right about them not being there, and a familiar deep voice chuckling softly.

"Ah, you're finally awake." Flynn's eyes shot open. He didn't even bother moving his head too look at Tayama, and it didn't matter because once approached he was grabbed by the chin and forced to face him. "So, did you like the smell of my Yaso Magatsuhi?"

Flynn was holding back the urge to spit in his face, "Where are my friends?"

"I wouldn't struggle too much," He advised. "the drug you're under will knock you right back out if you put yourself under too much stress."

He couldn't care less about that, "My friends." Flynn gasped, "Where are they?"

The corner of Tayama's smirk twitched, "Ah, you're still worried about them? From what I've heard you three got into a bit of a quarrel."

"That doesn't matter." Flynn muttered. Anger flaring at the wedge Tayama tried to drive between them. As if Lilith didn't do great job at that already, or this whole expedition. He swears they could've been better of slaying demons in Naraku so they wouldn't become an immediate threat. But the Black Samurai had to come along and mess everything up. "Where are they?"

"We'll get to them, I just want to discuss another… matter at hand." The Ashura-Kai leader stared at Flynn before going to his desk and ducking under it. Flynn was closed his eyes again, trying to keep his cool. If he did, maybe he'll find out where his friends are. All the experience he had negotiating with demons had to work with a human as vile as Tayama.

"I would offer you a drink." Tayama said as he walked back to the couch with a see through chalice and a green bottle wrapped in golden foil. "But you wouldn't be able to drink it by yourself."

Truth be told, Flynn was dying for a drink, and as he watched Tayama open the bottle and pour the fizzy yellow liquid in the pristine glass, he could feel his whole throat become dry. The torment only continue as he watched Tayama down the whole glass at once, every gulping noise that reached Flynn's ears was torture as he yearned for a drink, but he could stair as he laid limp next to Tayama.

"You're friends are safe…" Tayama said as he poured another glass, and lifted it up between two fingers as he smirked at Flynn, "for now."

Another spike of anger pierced him, "Don't mince words with me!" Flynn shot up from his seat, and just as quickly fell back with exhaustion,"You son of a bitch." He panted. Tayama looked surprised. He quickly grabbed a small handle from his pocket, and with a quick flip of his finger a blade shot from its side, the very tip close to piercing Flynn's cheek, "Wait what you do kid, I have a little thing around your to make sure you behave."

Flynn gasped, come to think of it he did feel something squeezing around his neck, he just couldn't tell if it was just a phantom feeling or not. "Do anything stupid and it'll send a couple hundred volts of electricity right through you."

Such disgusting use of magic, Flynn thought. The young Samurai wanted to see the best of the citizens of Tokyo, see past the name 'Unclean Ones'. But Tayama was just that, "You piece of… filth." He murmured, his heart was throbbing in agony at all the strain he had just put on himself.

"Watch what you say kid." Tayama sneered, slowly running the edge of the blade down his cheek. Drawing blood. "Your friends are one step away from being part of my production of reds."

Flynn could feel his lips close up, being killed seemed like mercy compared to… that. His friends would probably beg for death as well, if not do it themselves. "Please, just tell me where they are."

Tayama looked at him blankly before reaching into his blazer and pulled out the remote to the large monitor to the left and pressed a button. An image flickered on screen and Flynn was relieved, if only a little to see his friends unharmed. They appeared to be in a room much like the ones in Reverse Hills, but that one was surprisingly sterile with it's walls and floors clean. They sat silently, their knees drawn up to their chests with somber expressions on their faces, the tension between them apparent as they were no doubt thinking of the condition he was in.

"See, your friends are safe." He placed the knife down as he glanced at the screen. "I've removed their Gauntlets as well, so they can't summon their demons, and I have shock collars put on them as well. But nevertheless they're unharmed. But…" Tayama turned to Flynn with that disgusting smirk spread across his face, "Whether or not they stay like that is up too you."

Flynn furrowed his brows, "What… what do you… mean?" His voice quivered as Tayama leaned in towards him. Flynn's eyes were darting between him and the image of his friends on the screen until Tayama grabbed his chin once again, this time holding their gaze, forcing Flynn too look uncomfortably into his eyes.

"I'll admit, hiring you four to take out Yuriko was a big mistake on my part. What with you four discovering the production of Reds, you're just as much of a threat as her." His grip on his chin became a bit harder, "You bested Tenkai and Mastema, I could only imagine what you're capable of." Flynn drew a little humor at how he didn't know Mastema granted them access into the facility without any objection. "Face it, I should use all four of you as seedbeds. Dumbed down to the point of no return, an eye for an eye. Wouldn't you say?" He gulped down the rest of his drink. Just to refill his drink he let go of Flynn, and as he poured he continued to speak. "You four have jeopardized my utopia far more than the Ring of Gaea and I can't risk it with letting all four of you leave here."

"As… as I should. You sick bastard."

"I think the safest thing for me too do is to either kill all four of you, or use you in our production facility." Death was no doubt the better option, and he knew his friends would feel the same. "But no…" There was a abnormal spark in Tayama's eyes, threatening, deviant, but in a matter Flynn was not familiar with. "I have better uses for you in particular."

Flynn wriggled his shoulders a bit, hoping that was a sign the drug was wearing off. He wasn't even thinking about anything but his friends wellbeing, "My friends, don't hurt them."

Tayama let out a dark chuckle as he placed down his glass and snaked his hand through the Flynn's smooth black hair, "Then you'll do every. Thing. I. Say." With each word, Tayama brought their faces closer. Flynn held back the yellow bile rising in his stomach as his breath raced up his nostrils. His breath even smelt like that of a demon, with strong traces of tobacco. "In exchange I'll keep your friends safe."

"I'll kill anyone, just let my friends go. Please."

"Kill?" Tayama pulled back and began to laugh, Flynn looked at him through one narrowed eye. "Oh no, hiring you to kill someone has gotten me into enough shit as it is. No, I have a better idea."

Flynn cocked at a brow, "What else would you want from me?"

Tayama gave him an equally confused looked, "Are people from the outside really that clueless?" With that he grabbed the back of Flynn's hair and pulled downwards, and Flynn watched through his eyes as tears began to gloss over them.

"Mmm maybe you could use a little bit to drink." Tayama reached over to the glass and held it over Flynn's mouth. When the fizz and natural hardness of the drink hit his throat, Flynn began to choke and spit, especially with it being a drink Tayama offered him, but the feeling of something moist finally hitting his parched mouth he got used to the feeling quickly so he could swallow it. Tayama licked his lips as he hungrily eyed the smooth column of flesh on his neck, watching his throat move as he swallowed the drink, drops of the champagne dripping moving alone the contours of his adams apple until there was nothing left in the glass.

Tayama place the glass on the table while he kept Flynn's head back, "That should loosen you up a bit." He muttered before he lowed his head and bit down onto Flynn's neck.

Hissing through his teeth, Flynn clenched his fist, and squirmed helplessly as Tayama's teeth sunk into his neck. Skin broke, and Tayama moaned in delight as the metallic tang of Flynn's blood hit his tongue. Like a predator on top its prey, he sealed his lips around the wound and began to suck eagerly, as if to drain his blood from him. Flynn could only hiss at the stinging sensation as Tayama's tongue lapped the wound like a sweet, his adams apple bobbing as he gulped down his blood. It was a odd sensation, having the blood sucked straight from him like those monsters did in fantasy, but this was reality.

Satisfied, Tayama parted, and Flynn sighed in relief. The wound on his neck throbbed and Tayama looked at Flynn's horrified face as he slowly licked the blood from his lips.

"Is… is that what you wanted?" Flynn's voice trembled.

Tayama clicked his tongue as he nodded his head condescendingly, "You're sounding too desperate kid." He chided before lowering his voice to a sinister whisper, "Your best bet is to not say anything at all, you never know what could make your friends end up as seedbeds."

Flynn bit his lip and Tayama began to stroke his chin again, "I want a lot more from you, kid. Much more than you could ever imagine." He tilted his head up. "Comply, and I just might even let your friends go." Flynn kept his eyes shut. He didn't want to see anything. He just wanted this too be a dream, but it was no use pretending when he's tried that so many times before hand. This whole thing, Tokyo, Reverse Hills, Lilith, his home being burt to the ground and being forced to kill his best friend.

"Or you could just…" It seemed like such a nightmare, but if all of that wasn't, why should he think this is any different?

"Give up."

Regardless, Flynn kept his eyes shut even if it didn't help. He still felt his hand on his face, he could still smell his rancid breath, he could taste it even more on his tongue as it slid into his mouth, his chapped lips upon his, he could taste the tang of alcohol in his breath and the smell of tobacco was more pungent now that he was tasting it. It was a nauseating feeling, but Flynn knew he couldn't do anything about it now. With fatigue coursing through him and no way to summon his demons, he was stripped of all of his powers. He never imagined being powerless could be this agonizing.

As the kiss continued, Flynn realized never had an opinion on this type of thing, hell he never had an opinion with doing anything like this with anyone. He had more important things to think of, and this thinking lead to him being a kissless Samurai. Still he imagined him holding back would make his first kiss much more meaningful, but with someone like Tayama it was humiliating, degrading shameful for someone who was bestowed the rank of a Samurai. He felt a filthy feeling that couldn't be washed off even if he was boiled alive as he continued to kiss him, hand raking and pulling at the back of his hair. His thick saliva pooling inside of his mouth and he had no choice but to swallow. It was a chore to do without his gag reflex kicking in, due to the viscosity and foul taste, but with his friends lives at stake he managed it. Flynn could only lie there, his body tense, held down by an invisible bind coursing through his system, and it occurred to him- if he couldn't save himself, how could he save his friends?

There was a burning sensation in his eyes, and Tayama parted, from his lips a bridge of saliva connected to his own. Slowly disconnecting an left to trickle down his chin.

"You learn quickly, I expected you to do something stupid like bite my tongue."

Flynn only grunted, holding back the sick feeling in the pit of his guts as Tayama patted his head, running a finger over the contours of his face- his nose, lips, jaw line, then chuckled as he stroked beneath his eye. "You're eyes are watery. I thought Samurai could take pain." Luckily for Flynn he assumed it was just the bite on his neck that made tears prick the side of his eyes. He then tilted his head to the side to examine the wound, looking with a delighted smile at how it still bled; no doubt causing him pain.

"Can you walk?" Tayama asked. Flynn tried moving his legs, scrunching his face as he tried with all of his strength to control his limbs. When he nodded his head Tayama chuckled and the glint of perversion in his eyes got even bigger. "Hmm… perhaps I should wait for the drug to wear off before we can really get to business. But for now…" Tayama reached forward an began to take off his jacket. Even with his whole body tensed up he managed to disrobe Flynn, throwing his jacket to the floor. Flynn gave up trying to stop him once he finally off to his belt that held the majority of his outfit in place, the tears of shame wear getting harder to contain, and before he knew it they were streaking down the sides of his face as Tayama finally got his pants off.

"Please, not this."

"Hmm?" Tayama glared at him, "You said you'd do anything for me if it was to keep your friends safe."

"I…" Flynn heaved, his sight blurry from the tears, "I did."

"So." Tayama gripped his hip and began to dig his nails into his side, causing Flynn to clench his teeth together as Tayama made sure to leave crescent shaped indents. "Do as I say."

Flynn sniffed, whimpering as he closed his eyes, more tears streaming down his face as Tayama finally got his pants off his legs and discarded those next to his other articles of clothing. Flynn once again blocked everything out by keeping his eyes closed, but he could feel Tayama's heated gaze upon his nakedness while Flynn could do nothing to hide it.

"Your body is in impeccable shape, but I guess that should be for any Samurai." He complimented. All over Flynn's body was various scars from his battles with demons, but all of that, in turn, has made him muscular and lithe. "I wonder where to start." Tayama was clearly set on making scars of his own.

Flynn's breath hitched when he felt his hands rub up and down his side, goosebumps spreading across his skin as his palms stretched across his abdomen. His hands felt rough and dry, with his nails scraping along his tender flesh. He couldn't help but shiver as Tayama continued the motion of his hands. Flynn expected it to be painful, and it was, at least not physically.

"Ah, so you're enjoying this?" Tayama piped. Flynn looked down in alarm to see Tayama referring to his now awakened cock. 'Oh god…' Flynn thought. Embarrassment coloring his face in a deep shade of red as he let his head fall back on the arm rest. "There's no way you can hide it from me, kid. So listen to your body." Tayama whispered sensually, his finger tips barley touching his shaft. "It'll be a lot less painful if you did."

Flynn bit his lip, "I-I… I can't, stop it." he whispered.

"It's obvious you want me to continue." He wrapped his calloused hand around his shaft and began to pump slowly. Flynn threw his head back with a moan, wishing he could bite down on something, anything to muffle the sound he made. But Tayama heard him and was delighted by his response, his grip became a bit tighter, leisurely stroking his shaft while using his other hand to fondle himself through the fabric of his slacks, groaning quietly as he synced the motions of his hands. Flynn puffing as he strained to keep quiet, but Tayama saw through him, grinning all the while as he tormented the Samurai.

"I've been with a lot of people, but you're a special one." Tayama began, watching even the slightest twitch of his body with sick pleasure. "You took out the Definities. You nearly destroyed all that I worked on to keep Tokyo at peace, but seeing you so powerless." Tayama sat up from the couch, and Flynn opened his eyes to see, to his absolute horror, Tayama begin to disrobe himself. "It puts a new feeling of excitement in me."

Flynn shuddered. This man just gives him more and more reasons to be sickened just by looking at him, and now he was seeing him half naked. Tayama was pretty slim himself, and despite there being no sun his skin was a nice shade of tan. Over his chest and arms was course dark hair, travling down his stomach and eading towards his groin. His pants and underwear were quickly pulled off with nary a thought, his erection standing at attention now that the tight confines of his slacks has been lifted.

Flynn groaned miserably, and Tayama was back on the couch with him. This time he mounting the young Samurai who was now lying on his back, still hardly coherent as Tayama stared down at him with his piercing brown eyes. He could feel his weight on his hips as Tayama straddled him, his balls pressing against his shaft, he couldn't hold back a moan as the older man shifted his hips so he that he was almost laying on top of Flynn, their erections now pinned between their sweat slicked bellies, purposely causing more pleasure for Flynn despite the added weight.

"I see…" Tayama muttered before he arched his back so he could reach down and grasp their erections within one hand, and as he began to stoke their manhoods at a tandem he began their hips.

Flynn was wide eyed and speechless, his mouth a gape as a new type of pleasure sparked through him. It was a sick type of pleasure that was cut short with the knowledge that all that was happening right now was sick and wrong. But Tayama was no less than pleased by the reaction he invoked from Flynn, he couldn't hold back his own pleasured groans as he continued rubbing and grinding onto Flynn's hardness with his own, the pre that leaked from the tips of their cocks slicked Tayama's hand, making the friction between them a lot smoother and pleasurable for the both of them.

All the sounds Flynn was trying to stifle to smalls gasps where becoming harder to contain, he sputtering, droll leaking from his mouth and tears of shame were streaking his face once again. He knew that he was enjoying the feeling of Tayama's cock rubbing against his own, the way his other hand stroked his hair, but it all felt so wrong and he knew it.

"Stop resisting, kid." Tayama grunted, leaning his face close to Flynn's. "I want to hear you." Flynn pursed his lips, but gasped as he felt Tayama tighten his grip around their cocks, "Come on kid. Cum for me."

It was that slip out that did Flynn in, like a pandoras box he wasn't able to close. The sounds of his unrestricted moans brought the most sinister grin to Tayama's face, and while his mouth was open Tayama wasted to time snaking his tongue inside of him. With his constant movement it was a sloppy kiss, cut off by pleasured grunts and Tayama biting down on his lips, hard enough to draw blood.

Flynn moaned in pain, their mixed saliva stinging the wound along with the older mans tongue lapping up the blood. "Nnn, shit kid. I'm already so close…" He muttered. Perhaps that was the feeling that was growing in the pit of his stomach, Flynn wasn't about to tell him he had never had sex with anyone, he couldn't give this bastard more things to seek pleasure from.

"How 'bout you, kid?" Tayama panted as the movement of his hand and wrist became erratic. Flynn was clenching his eyes shut as Tayama pulled him into another lip-lock, moaning against each others lips as Flynn felt something finally burst from within him, accompanied by a loud cry of pleasure and agony.

Afterwards he was reduced to tears, the reality of the situation became to much to ignore as Tayama lifted his back up and began to stroke himself at a quick pace. Flynn just stared up at him, "You're too quick, kid." He fretted, "Leaving me like this, I should p-punish you." Tayama tensed up, his movements coming to a complete stop as a thick white fluid began to jet from the tip of his cock and landed on Flynn's belly and chest. The nausea Flynn felt increased tenfold at the liquid that now covered him and mixed with his own, on top of him he could feel Tayama's whole body move as he gasped for breath.

With two fingers, Tayama swirled the mixture of their come onto his fingers and held it up to the Samurai's mouth, "Have a taste, kid." As Tayama pressed his fingers to his lips, he hesitantly opened his mouth, letting his coated digits slide into his mouth. Slowly he circled his finger around his mouth, wiping it off on his tongue and along the inside of his cheeks. The bitter, foul taste made Flynn want to vomit, but he went along with it, sucking on his fingers as he swallowed their mixed semen.

The older man hummed with delight as he thrusted his fingers in and out of Flynn's mouth, enjoying the feeling of his tongue lapping his fingers. "Good boy." He purred. Slipping his fingers from his mouth, Tayama looked like he was thinking of what to do next.

"You seem pretty coherent now. I wasn't expecting to do this right after you woke up, but I simply can't stop here. Luckily for you I'm prepared for this." Tayama leaned off the couch and reached for his pants so he could dig into his pockets where he produced a oddly shaped pink bottle from it. Unlike most bottles it was made out of soft, squeezable material. Flynn came across something like that in one of the 'Adult' shops in his travels. Remembering one of the flimsy books that had lewd illustrations Walter had shown him from those store, he shuddered to think that was happening to him now.

Flipping open the cap, Tayama applied a generous amount to two fingers. Once he placed the bottle down he grabbed Flynn's ankle and lifted his leg, the action rolling Flynn onto his side. "After all, I don't want to ruin my new toy so quickly."

The word toy, rather then sending pure anger through Flynn- sparked a new emotion- panic. As the reality of what was happening now finally weighed upon him he began to hyperventilate. His breaths becoming quick and uneven as he felt something prod at his entrance. "Please, don't do this."

"What did I say, kid?" Tayama growled as he slowly pushed one lubed finger inside of him. A yelp escaped Flynn as he felt it slide inside of his untouched passage, pressing against sensitive bundles of nerves that lined his inside. The slightest movement sent a spurs of an odd sensation through out Flynn, it didn't feel good or bad, but there was a certain spot inside of him that Tayama kept pressing against that sent quakes of pleasure throughout him.

Another finger slipped in, scissoring and stretching him, the sounds he made were music to Tayama's ears. Feeling satisfied he pulled out his fingers, a groan of relief coming from Flynn. He examined him,, seeing his face once again scrunched up in an attempt to block him out (though it wasn't doing anything for Flynn). He reached over to the bottle that was left on the table and poured more on the palm of his hand and slicked it up his shaft.

After wiping the excess on the couch and grasped Flynn by his sides and lifted him onto his lap, positioning him so that his legs were by his sides and his arms were over his shoulder, forcing Flynn to lay on his sweaty chest. The skin on skin contact felt a lot more intimate, Flynn's incapacitated body laying limp against Tayama who was his only means of support.

His breaths were shaky and rapid, once again finding himself consumed with panic as he felt Tayama grasp his buttocks and lift him up slightly, spreading his cheeks a bit so it was easier to enter him. As he was lowerd he felt the older mans hot breath rush down the side of his neck as the tip pressed against his entrance and pushed in.

If Flynn could clench his hands into fists they would dig deep into Tayama's back, the intrusion a lot bigger and more sudden then his fingers and the sensation ten times as intense. The man groaned softly, and wasted no time and began the task of lifting Flynn up and down his cock. The effort seemed to be worth it to the man, as he grunted, bit his lip and swore approvingly at the feeling of the Samurai's inner walls pressing against his shaft. "You're so warm inside, I wouldn't be surprised if this is the first time you've done… this."

The sound of skin slapping against skin, their intermingled grunts and Flynn's stifled moans echoed throughout the room. Tayama's hands were running up and down his sides, as if unsure of where to grab him; Flynn speculated it could've felt lot worse if Tayama hadn't prepared him like this, but that looming thought now only made him feel dirtier than he was actually seeking pleasure from this, as evidenced by his throbbing cock bouncing between his and Tayama's stomach with each thrust, smearing pre between the both of them.

"I knew you'd give up eventually." Tayama whispered as he brought one hand up to stroke Flynn's hair, "It's showing how much of a whore you really are, little Samurai." He stopped his thrusts, and began to grind his hips as he was balls deep inside of Flynn.

Flynn mewled in confused pleasure. "I'm… I'm-"

"Tell me, does getting fucked while your friends lives are at stake really turn you on this much?" He pulled back on Flynn's hair so he would look up at him, the angle he saw Tayama's face at made him look like the monster he really was. Flynn's response was quiet, "No…"

Tayama's nose crinkled, "Hmph, I don't buy it." With that he grasped roughly at Flynn's ass once again and began thrusting roughly inside of him. Flynn was a wreck, tears streaming down his face, his tongue lolling out of his mouth with his mind and morality clouded. Each thrust was hitting something inside of him that made pleasure spark throughout him until that feeling in his gut began to build up again, causing his insides to clench. There was a shift in Tayama's breaths, becoming more fierce and feral along with his thrusts, but before Flynn knew it the feeling reached his peak, and his seed began to spurt from his cock, spilling out with each push of his hips.

Tayama wasn't to far behind, with one one more rough thrust he fully sheathed himself inside of Flynn and came deep inside of him. Flynn clenched his teeth as he felt the warm fluid seep deeper inside of him. Tayama was stiff, his nails digging into his back with his softening cock still buried inside of him.

They stayed like that for a minute or so, before Tayama let out a deep exhale and finally relaxed and pulled himself out of Flynn. He pushed the boy to the side, Flynn moaning in pain as his head hit the arm rest; and began to dress himself. Flynn watched, traumatized with fresh tears leaking from his eyes and his cum seeping from his insides and onto the couch.

"I see the drug's still in affect." Tayama stated simply as he pulled up his pants and bent over to pick up his shirt. Without a follow up or saying anything about his lack of response Flynn assumed he was talking to himself.

"That's what you wanted… right?" Flynn asked softly.

"Oh no, I said I wanted everything from you, kid." Tayama voice was sinister, "I'll be keeping you around for a while." The Samurai opened his eyes as Tayama, now fully dressed, bent over so he could look him in the eyes.

"And my friends?"

A pause, "I'll be keeping them to."

Flynn lashed out, "YOU BASTARD!" He began to thrash his whole body about, desperately trying to move his limbs so he could grab and kill the son of a bitch. Tayama jumped back, Flynn didn't even see him remove a remote from his pocket. "YOU SAID YOU'LL LET THEM GO! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YO-AHHHHH!"

He couldn't finish, he wasn't even closed to finished when burning pain jolts through him, spreading out to the tips of his fingers. His screams bounced as volt upon volt of electricity was pumped throughout his body. The voltage died down after an eternity and a few seconds, but the after shocks quaked throughout his body.

"I told you to not do anything stupid." Tayama snarled. With Flynn's body unable to move, he was lifted up the neck and slammed down, the last thing he heard was a loud thump before everything faded to black once again.