Prologue

Ever since the first day he was trapped, Misaki had lost the track of time. Days, weeks, or months had passed, he was not sure. And the only he had experienced during this whole time were merely fear and hopelessness. A tall and handsome man who was older than him but younger than Akihiko was towering over him, all fours.

"My bride," he leaned closer to Misaki underneath him, "you look so beautiful."

The handsome man, named Kirihito was the eldest of the siblings of five. Misaki was laid on top of the stone altar covered by marble; he was tied up so he couldn't escape. Misaki was wearing a white dress, unexpectedly the perfect size for him whereas Kirihito was wearing a matching white tuxedo. He smirked at how vulnerable Misaki looked, Kirihito loosened the bowtie around his neck.

"The two of you are going to have lots of babies! I can't wait to be an aunt!" exclaimed Ayaka, the only female and the youngest of the siblings. Her rabbit mask was hanging from her neck.

Jirou, the middle child took off his tiger mask in annoyance. "Are we going to just stay here and watch Kirihito-niisan hogging all the fun by himself? Tch, how boring."

"Watching or doing it myself, it's exciting either ways." The second eldest, Ikuya was caressing a remote control in his hand. In case Misaki was misbehaving, he'll press the button to activate the collar around the former's neck to electrocute him. "As long I can hear him scream, that's enough."

Jirou loudly placed his leg on the bench in front of him in protest; he already had his beloved horse whip ready to burn someone's skin in his hands. Ikuya said nothing but amusedly fixed the eagle mask he was wearing. The one sitting next to Ikuya at the bench nearest to the altar was Tsuyoshi, the second youngest. He looked at Kirihito and Misaki with interest, eagerly clenching his cutesy bear mask. Stains of dried blood was still remained on it.

"This is going to be a good show! I wish I have popcorns now!"

After the sacred ceremony, Kirihito was going to have a taste of Misaki on the altar while his siblings were watching. Misaki knew that this holy place wasn't the right spot for the horror Kirihito had for him, it was a religiously offensive move. His tears were streaming nonstop from his eyes along with the drools from the red ball gag in his mouth, preventing him from making noises.

"We're going to be happy altogether, I'm sure of it." Kirihito bent down to kiss Misaki's tear-soaked cheek. "I will love you always and never hand you to anyone."

Kirihito lifted Misaki's dress up to the latter's navel, revealing his slender legs in a pair of white stockings made of silk. He briefly grabbed Misaki's bulge to hear him moan, then carefully pulled the frilly panties down to reveal his privates. One of the siblings whistled, making Misaki to blush more in embarrassment. Kirihito unzipped his pants and pushed Misaki's legs wider apart.

"I've been waiting for you, my dear Persephone."

Man, it feels so good to write a psychological thriller story again. The suspense, the thrills, the twists…

Somebody please pray for me to write more because I love it, not because I'm expecting something in return like more readers and whatnot. And for me to lose my perfectionism so I can finish lots of my fic -_-;;

Thanks for reading :D