Hey guys.
Probably shouldn't be starting up another story right now, but I'm stuck with chapters on other stories so started writing this and came up with a plot to try and come away from the others. Figured I'd just post it.
This isn't the kind of story I usually write...it's on the dark and twisted side, and our good friend TV gave me some fucked up ideas for a torture-heavy story. I've been wanting to try something like this for ages.
This story will contain scenes of: torture, rape, murder, brutality and homophobia. Moreso in later chapters.
You may not like what you read, but you've been warned.
For those of you in to that kind of thing, I hope you enjoy!
This is set after the first series and it's as if the other two don't exist. There's no link to the other series' after.
Here's the intro chapter!
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The Handler
Chapter 1
Bring Him In.
A broad, grey figure sat at his large, oak desk in his luxurious office. Crimson eyes glaring at the paper in front of him.
A manila envelope had been dropped on to his desk by one of his loyals. What it held instantly brought his blood to boiling point.
He roughly hit the button to his intercom.
"Yes, Lord Voltaire?"
"Get me Boris..." he snarled.
"Right away, sir." the voice obeyed.
He slammed the paper down and pushed it away from him. He couldn't look at it right now. It made him too enraged.
He stood himself up and poured himself a scotch before returned to his seat, waiting for the arrival of his right hand man.
After about fifteen minutes, the intercom buzzed again.
"Mr. Balkov is here, sir."
"Send him in..."
The door opened within seconds, a familiar figure entered the room. Purple hair slicked back dressed in a navy suit.
"You sent for me?" he enquired.
Voltaire let out an angry sigh, saying nothing and sliding the paper across the desk to him.
Boris took it in his hands and his eyes scanned it. It was an article from one of those tacky celebrity magazines.
As he read, he kept his face straight, but on the inside he was all smiles...
"Breaking Story!
Beyblade heartthrobs Ray Kon and Kai Hiwatari have been snapped in a romantic kiss! While little is known about the status of their relationship, it is speculated that the two have been loved up since the Russian World Championships..."
He didn't bother reading the rest of the drivel, his eyes fell below the mindless text to a photograph of two very familiar boys in a cafe. Kai with his arm resting on the back of Ray's chair and Ray leaning in to him, hand on his chest, their lips together.
"It seems we can't wait as long as we planned. Bring him in. Now." Voltaire's voice growled.
"With all due respect sir...we're not ready to carry out our plans just yet..."
His words didn't go down well, Voltaire's fist slammed down on the desk violently. The scotch in his glass rippled.
"I cannot allow my grandson to be out there loose, bringing shame me! Make them ready! Bring him in!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.
Boris nodded. He turned to leave but felt compelled to ask. He turned back.
"Forgive my boldness, but if I may ask...Did you have any inkling that he was...?"
Voltaire's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I did not...and it stops now."
Boris turned and smirked. Heading out the door to carry out his orders. He'd been waiting for this for well over a year.
Kai's eyes snapped open as he sat bolt upright in bed, breathing heavily.
"Kai?"
His head turned, startled as he felt a hand on him.
"It's just me...another nightmare?"
Ray's concerned, gentle eyes stared back at him and he relaxed instantly.
"Just a bad dream...don't worry,, I'm fine." Kai comforted, his breathing steadying.
"It's been a while since your last one...I thought maybe they'd stopped." Ray said, worried.
"Me too..." Kai sighed.
After the Russian tournament ended, his suppressed memories resurfaced mainly in the form of nightmares. They were relentless for a few months. They eased off, but still occurred every now and then. It had been a good three months since his last one. The longest he'd gone without one since they had started.
Ray shifted closer to him and pushed him back down, laying his head on his chest. Kai instinctively put an arm around him.
Shortly after the last world championships, Ray had found the courage to tell Kai how he felt about him. Kai had turned him down initially. Not because he didn't feel the same way, but because he was scared. He wasn't allowed to feel anything for anyone in any way...
But after a talking to from Tyson, he reminded him that he'd learned to open up enough to let himself form friendships with them... he shouldn't fight this either. He swallowed his pride and went back to Ray and it was his turn to tell him how he felt...in a Kai kind of way.
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Ray sat by the pond in Tyson's back yard. Humiliated.
Yesterday he'd confessed to Kai that he liked him...he got swept up in the events of the Russian tournament and figured now was the time to grow some balls and say something.
"...I don't think so, Ray..." was all he'd said in that stupid, husky, sexy voice of his.
Ray grabbed his head, feeling the sense of humiliation grow stronger.
"Ray?"
He tensed as he heard the very same stupid, husky, sexy voice.
He turned from where he was sitting to spot the object of his affections stood, legs slightly apart and hip jutting out, arms folded.
"...What do you want, Kai?" Ray sighed defensively before turning back to the pond. Not in the mood for any further humiliation.
Kai's arms fell to his sides as he stepped forward and sat next to him silently.
Ray stared at him. Waiting for him to say something.
He didn't. He just stared at the pond.
Ray got annoyed and huffed.
"I said what do you want?" he asked again more firmly.
Kai turned his head and Ray met his eyes. For once, they didn't look as stoic or stern as he usually did. He looked uneasy and nervous.
"I..."
There was another pause. Ray lifted his brows and nodded his head, trying to get him to continue.
"...I think I..."
Kai stopped again and seemed to growl a little, annoyed at himself.
"Just spit it out." Ray said impatiently.
Kai glared at him.
"Fine. I think I like you too." he huffed as he frowned and folded his arms again, closing his eyes and taking his usual position of looking sour.
Ray's face went from mild annoyance to dumbfounded.
"...but yesterday...you turned me down..." he stuttered out, wondering where the sudden change had come from.
Kai's eyes opened again, they'd softened too and turned to him.
"...I'm not good at this kind of thing, Ray..." he mumbled out, before averting his gaze to the pond.
"I guessed that..." Ray smirked.
"And...I'm not sure how safe it is..."
Ray frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, just a few weeks ago I managed to royally piss off one of the most powerful madmen on the planet...who also happens to be the only family I have...I can only assume he's going to come after me..."
At the end of that sentence, his voice trailed off. There was fear in it.
Ray reached out and took his hand. It made Kai flinch as though there was static shock. He looked at Ray's hand as if it was an alien's hand.
Ray smiled, he really was new to anything like this.
"You've got us now...we won't let anything happen to you..."
"I appreciate it, Ray...but it's not that easy...you don't know what he's capable of..." Kai shook his head.
"Well...the bottom line is, I care for you...and I want to act on it. I can't make you do the same, but I don't want some crazy old man to be what comes between us."
Kai smirked at Ray's naivety.
The smirk faded as he went back to his serious face, considering it.
He finally made a choice. Deep down he knew what he wanted.
"...the second I feel there's any risk of danger, it's over, got it?"
It was Rei's turn to smirk at his naivety. As if he thought you could just switch it off at any given point. But he went with it, unconvinced it was going to be an issue anyway. The authorities would be watching Voltaire like a hawk after what he pulled.
"Got it..."
Kai nodded, suddenly not sure what to do with himself. Was that it? Were they dating now, or...? It was painfully obvious to Rei, too.
"...all right then..." Kai let out awkwardly, as Ray witnessed a pink hue across his nose for the first time since they'd met. He smirked again. Finding his awkwardness incredibly sweet.
"All right then..." Ray repeated, still smirking.
Kai shifted where he sat.
"So..." he started.
Ray waited.
"...what now?" Kai asked finally.
Ray let out a chuckle.
"How about this?" he said as he leaned in and gently pressed his lips against him. Smiling in to it as he felt the other go stiff as a board.
He pulled away to see Kai's eyes wide as plates, his face as crimson as his eyes. He chuckled again.
"We'll go slow...don't worry..."
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That was almost a year ago. It took a while for Kai to get used to it, but gradually clicked that he wasn't alone. The two became closer than Kai had ever been with any one.
After about six months, Ray said ''I love you".
That caused him to freak out. He didn't say it back and for a week became distant from him. It was as if they weren't even a couple.
It was Tala's turn to kick his ass. Chewing him out and telling him to stop being such a pussy before he lost him.
Kai finally sucked it up. He stopped avoiding him and slowly things went back to how they were...but he still didn't say it back.
Ray didn't push. He'd say it when he was ready. It was a big thing for anyone to say...but particularly him. He knew he cared for him and that was enough.
Months later, still nothing.
To this day...still nothing...it bothered Ray. He thought by now he would know or not...but it was Kai...he knew what he was getting in to when he made the choice to be with him. His comfort was that his actions spoke louder than words...it was clear that Kai was trying his best...he wasn't a roses and big gestures guy either. But the little things he did on a day to day basis proved he cared for him.
Saying that, another frustrating thing was that Kai insisted on keeping their relationship secret from the public eye. For fear of their safety. It was frustrating to say the least. Only people they trusted knew about it. Which was basically their team and the Demolition Boys, who they had become close with since they were freed from the abbey following the world championships.
...That is, all apart from Ian. He disappeared as soon as they were released. No one had seen or heard from him. They tried to find him, but it was like he fell off the planet.
Kai and the other Russians had been sad that he just upped and left without a word...but they figured after what went on in there, maybe he just needed to get himself as far away from there and any one associated with it as possible and start anew. They didn't begrudge him that.
They were yet to be physical with each other, too. They were still young and both said at the beginning they weren't ready for that yet. Kai was having a hard enough time dealing with the emotional side of things without adding the physical on top of that.
As for Ray, he decided he wanted to wait until Kai said 'I love you' back before he wanted to go there.
That didn't mean there wasn't passion or any physical contact...they'd done basically everything but gone all the way.
Kai tapped Ray's arm, bringing him out his daydreaming and told him they had to get up. He wasn't one for laying in bed all day.
They showered and dressed before heading downstairs. They were staying at Tyson's while they were training for the next world tournament.
They heard Tyson and Max talking as they approached the kitchen, but the second they entered, there was a hush and the two had a suspicious air about them.
Kai sighed.
"What did you do, Tyson?"
Tyson huffed.
"Why would you assume it was me who did something?!" he snapped, offended.
"Because I'm usually right...now what's going on?" he demanded. He never quit his 'I'm the captain' attitude...
Tyson and Max glanced at each other.
"Well...it seems you two slipped up."
Kai and Ray lifted a brow.
"What do you mean?" Ray asked.
Tyson pulled a magazine from behind his back and handed it to them.
Ray took it and his face fell as soon as he saw it.
There was a picture of he and Kai kissing in a stupid, cheap magazine. He remembered it. Of course he did...it was the one time they'd kissed in public. The one time he'd convinced him to relax and do it, someone took a picture and made a quick buck out of it...
He glanced to Kai. He had a rare look of fear on his face.
"..It's fine...no one cares about this stuff...just bored housewives." Ray tried to comfort.
"...If this gets back to him..." Kai breathed out. He sounded scared.
Ray sighed and touched his shoulder. He understood why Kai thought the way he did. But he worried about the level of his paranoia sometimes.
"Kai...it's been over a year...if he was going to come after you, surely he would have done it by now." he tried to reason.
Kai flinched away from his touch and frowned.
"You don't know him!" he yelled angrily.
Ray was taken aback by the raised voice before he composed himself and frowned back. He had another theory about why Kai was so against people knowing...and after a year of it, enough was enough.
"You know what? I'm getting sick of this...we've been together almost a year and we're still sneaking around like it's something to be ashamed of...well I'm not ashamed! I'm glad this stupid article came up. Now it's out there...it's done. As for your grandfather...I'm starting to wonder if you're really worried about him, or if you're just still too in the closet to come out..."
Kai scoffed.
"Oh, please! How can I be in the closet if I'm openly in a relationship with you in front of these guys..." he gestured to Tyson and Max, who are awkwardly watching the spat.
"Telling a handful of friends you're gay doesn't mean you're out! And you only told them under the condition that they kept their mouths shut!"
"Because the more people that know about us, the higher the risk you'll get hurt! We've been through this!" Kai yelled back, frustrated.
"Why would I be hurt!?" Ray argued tiredly.
"How many times...if he wanted to get to me, he'd come through you!"
Ray growled, he was sick of his conspiracy theories.
"Do you hear yourself?! You sound crazier than your grandfather!" he yelled before shutting his mouth. That just came out.
Tyson and Max winced.
Kai's face fell for a second, that clearly hurt him. Then his face hardened.
"Guess it runs in the family..." he spat darkly at Ray before turning on his heel and storming out, slamming the door behind him.
"...that was a little harsh, Ray..." Max said after a few moments of awkward silence.
"I know it was...I didn't mean it..." Ray said guiltily, "I just...I'm so tired of hiding it...and he's so convinced he's going to hunt him down...it's worrying me."
"You can hardly blame him...I'd be scared if I were him, too...the old man is insane." Tyson reasoned.
"So, what?" Ray yelled, frustrated again "We go on like this for the rest of our lives? Watching over our shoulder?" He was getting upset.
"...He did tell you that before you got together..." Tyson reasoned again. He was rarely on Kai's side, and thought Kai was too cautious about it as well...but Ray had signed himself up for this.
Ray sighed.
"I know I did...I just thought over time he'd calm down with this whole Voltaire thing and open up to me and to everyone else...that he'd stop hiding..."
"He has really...if you step back a little and look. He'll take a while, but he'll get there." Max said positively as always.
More awkward silence...
"So...should one of us go and try and calm him down and drag him out to practice or what?" Tyson said finally, breaking the silence.
"No...you know what he's like...better to just leave him. I doubt he wants to see me right now anyway..." Ray said sadly.
He'd apologise for what he said, but not right now. There would be no point until he'd cooled off a little.
"Fair enough...shall we get going? Kenny is expecting us soon..."
"Yeh, let's go..." Ray said with a forced smile before they grabbed their blades and headed over to Kenny's as planned.
Kai lay on the bed, stewing.
His arms behind his head, one knee bent and the other leg crossed over it.
Kai's POV.
Crazier than my grandfather...he has no idea...I'm a bag of sunshine compared to that fucker...
I can't believe he said that. Why am I getting yelled at for trying to keep him safe? Isn't that what you're supposed to do when you love someone?!
Yeh...that's right...love someone.
I love him.
Kai Hiwatari let himself fall in love.
I just can't bring myself to say it to him...
The more I give him my heart, the more power he has to break it.
…Can't believe I just thought that. "Give him my heart."
There goes the front door...they decided to go without me. Wise.
I can't deny since I've been with Ray, I've turned softer. He's bringing out a side of me I didn't even know existed myself. Some people probably can't notice much of a difference, but I sure can.
He makes me feel things I never knew I had it in me to...
It's been almost a year and still it scares me...I don't know what I'm supposed to do with those feelings.
Would I have been so emotionally stunted if I didn't grow up where I did?
If someone had ripped me out of my grandfather's clutches all those years ago, who would I have become?
I've wondered that so many times and imagined a world where I was like Tyson...or Max...or Ray..or even Kenny, the little nerd.
What does it feel like to meet someone and not analyse every possible move they could make to fuck you over?
What does it feel like to be with someone and not constantly be afraid of how they'll inevitably hurt you? Or not be sceptical when they tell you they love you, even though deep down you believe them?
Guess there's no point in thinking about it, really. I am what I am and they are what they are...that's never going to change.
The door again. They're back. Tyson probably forgot his blade again...moron.
Normal POV.
Kai continued to lay on the bed and ignore them as he had been. As soon as they left again, he'd get himself up and train by himself...
He opened his eyes as he heard the multiple footsteps come upstairs. They gain speed and he heard the sound of multiple doors opening and closing.
What were they doing?
He sat himself up and began to move to stand, but the footsteps seemed to approach his room.
Then they stopped.
Kai felt a shiver go down his spine. Something was wrong.
The door slowly creaked open as Kai stood himself up, facing it.
He let out a breath as three men entered the room.
"Long time, no see, Kai..." one of them says in Russian, smirking at him.
Kai felt his heart start to race.
He was right.
They'd come for him.
He scanned the room, looking for anything that he could use to defend himself.
There was nothing.
The men chuckled.
"Don't even bother...you're not getting out of this...just come quietly, it'll be less painful for you." one of them sneered.
The three of them stepped towards him and Kai braced himself.
As one of them stepped close enough to be in range, Kai brought his arm back before throwing a punch. The outcome didn't look good for him, but he wouldn't go down without a fight.
The man staggered back, holding his jaw. He wiped his mouth and checked it to see if there was blood.
He smirked as his eyes went from his slightly bloody hand back to Kai.
"Still as feisty as ever I see...not a bad punch for a faggot..." he spat before storming back towards him.
"Stop!" another yells.
The man stopped in his tracks and turned back.
"We were told not to harm him...yet..." the second one also smirked.
The other man was annoyed he couldn't hit him back...but knew he had to obey.
"Fine...let's just get this over with..."
He and the second man charged at Kai and caught him, grabbing an arm each. He thrashed and struggled against their grib while the third removed a cloth and a bottle of clear fluid, opened it and soaked the cloth.
He slowly stepped towards them, his eyes dancing in amusement as Kai struggled pointlessly.
"Time to go night night..." he said mockingly as grabbed Kai's face and shoved the cloth at his nose.
Kai resisted and held his breath, trying as hard as he could to break free. But he eventually needed air and his body gasped, inhaling the cloth.
His vision blurred and his body stopped struggling.
Then everything went black.
When he came to, his vision slowly focused to see nothing but grey, damp bricks.
He tried to move, only to find himself restrained.
He was strapped in to a chair in the dark, dreary place he went to in his nightmares.
The abbey.
Ray and the others returned home in the early afternoon to find him gone.
There was a note on his desk.
"I had to leave.
I can't explain why and I can't tell you where I'm going.
Don't come looking for me.
Kai."
Ray looked over the note again and again, examining it front and back as if doing so would make it clearer.
That was it?
No "I'm sorry", no nothing? Just 'I had to leave'?
None of them knew what to make of it.
"He upped and abandoned us again!?" Tyson said angrily.
"It says he had to...something must have happened..." Max responded.
"What could have happened over the last four hours to make him up and leave!?" Tyson yelled.
"He was freaking out about Voltaire...maybe he just got himself in to a panic and ran away?" Max theorised.
Ray shook his head.
"Something isn't right..."
The other two turned to him.
"Of course something isn't right! He's gone!" Tyson burst out.
Ray ignored him and walked around the room, he'd stayed in here long enough to know exactly where Kai kept things.
He began opening his drawers and checking his closet.
"Look...he didn't take anything...all his stuff is here."
He moved to his desk and opened his desk drawer.
"Again, look. Passport, credit card...they're still here...how far would he get without those?"
He turned his eyes to the bed and his eyes narrowed.
He walked over to his and knelt down, feeling down the side between the bed and the side table. He knew what he always kept down there at night. To be close by him.
"Something's definitely up..." he said certainly as his fingers reached what he was looking for.
"Why's that?" Tyson asked, trying to look over his shoulder to see.
Ray's hand came out from the side of the bed and held up a blue blade.
"Because we all know if he was going to leave, the one thing he would take with him would be Dranzer..."
Tyson and Max stared at it. There was no way he'd leave her behind.
"I don't think he left...I think he was taken..." Ray let out, scared for him.
Max shook his head.
"But there's no sign of a struggle or anything."
Ray glared back at him.
"Would you struggle if someone put a gun to your head?" he argued, speculating what had happened.
Max and Tyson shuddered, worried for their friend.
"If he was taken, why would they leave a note but not at least take some stuff and make it look more convincing?" Tyson asked.
"They could either be really stupid or they think we're stupid..." Ray growled.
"...What do we do? Call the police?" Max wondered out loud.
"...You think the police can do anything against Voltaire?" Ray said coldly.
"Then what the hell are we going to do!?" Tyson asked desperately.
Ray thought for a minute, trying to make a brilliant plan come to mind...nothing came.
"I suggest we go to Mr. Dickinson right away...after that, I'm not sure what we should do..."
"You're right...we should tell Mr. D...maybe he'll have some ideas of what we should do..." Tyson agreed before the three of them ran out the room.
"I'm so sorry, Kai...I'm sorry I didn't take you seriously. I'm sorry I called you crazy...just please be all right and a hang in there..." Ray thought to himself with welling eyes as they hopped in a
passing cab and headed for the BBA.
Kai glanced around the room. Not that there was much to see. Just dark, grey bricks and a smell of damp.
He was home...
His body still felt groggy, but he tried his best to struggle. His wrists were strapped down to the arms of the chair as well as his ankles to the legs of it.
There was an echoing click and the heavy door creaked open.
Two older men walked in.
One was his grandfather.
The other was someone that made his blood run cold as soon as he laid eyes on him...but he didn't know who it was.
Voltaire sauntered in, his eyes boring in to him.
He lifted a brow and smirked as his grandson struggled against the restraints.
"Welcome back, grandson...it's been a while." he said in his deep, dark voice.
"Not long enough..." Kai spat back.
Voltaire tutted.
"That's not a very nice way to greet your grandfather now, is it?" he taunted.
Kai ignored him.
"How did chloroform keep me knocked out all the way to Russia?" he asked.
"Have you lost braincells since you've been with that pack of idiots? They sedated you, of course."
"Ah. Of course." Kai said sarcastically before his eyes went from his grandfather to the man next to him.
"How rude of me." he said in fake remorse as he noticed, "Kai, you remember Dr. Ramirov, don't you?" he said as his smirk grew.
Kai scanned the other old man's face. It looked familiar...but he couldn't place it.
The other man saw his expression and knew he couldn't quite remember him.
"You don't remember me?" he said in mock offence, "I sure remember you..."
He stepped closer to him until he was directly in front of him and bent down, their faces close together.
"Take a real good look..." he instructed.
Kai studied his face. He was about the same age as his grandfather. His hair pure white and his face leathery. Strong, European features and steely grey eyes.
Suddenly something in him unlocked and memories flashed in his mind a mile a minute.
His eyes widened and his pupils dilated.
Ramirov smirked again.
"Oh good...you do remember me..."
This man had been here when Kai was a child.
He was head scientist. He was the one in charge of leading the research in to Black Dranzer...as well as other duties.
He was also very talented in the field psychological torture...when they needed someone to break...that's who they got sent to.
And Kai had spent a lot of time with him as a kid...
"Boris said you'd suppressed the memories of being here...I assume they've been coming back you?" he asked in curiosity to his long lost project.
Kai didn't answer. He didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
Kai forced his gaze back to Voltaire.
"Why now?" he asked him, curious to know why he hadn't taken him sooner like he'd expected.
"Oh, we've had plans for you since you betrayed me...we just needed time to get things rolling..."
he said vaguely.
"But...I'll let Boris explain that to you...he's been so excited about your return...I know he's dying to be the one to tell you all about it...but in the mean time, I'm here about something else..."
Kai's heart began to pound and his stomach dropped...both at the mention of Boris and knowing what that 'something else' probably was...
Ramirov stepped away from him to allow his grandfather to take his spot in front of him.
Voltaire bent down to meet his eyes, just like Ramirov did.
"...It's come to my attention that my poor grandson is suffering from...confusion..."
Kai kept quiet. He was scared.
He knew this would happen...they'd probably go after Ray...this was all his fault...
But why wasn't he angry with him? Why was he talking like he concerned? This had to be a game...
"So...I've brought you here to help you..."
Kai's eyes narrowed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he spat.
"It means...you need a doctor..." he said as he motioned towards Ramirov.
Kai chuckled, trying to feign bravery.
"You can't cure gay..."
Voltaire winced at the word in disgust before composing himself.
"Oh no?" he questioned smugly.
Kai's confident smirk faltered a little at the tone of his voice.
"Doctor...if you please?"
Ramirov stepped forward.
"Back in my day, we could cure such...confusion." he began, using Voltaire's word for it. "But, the world being as deplorable as it is nowadays, they decided it was inhumane..."
Kai listened nervously. But he kept his face straight.
"But the laws out there don't apply in here..." he smirked.
"What are you talking about?" Kai asked, trying to keep his voice strong.
"We have ways to fix you...Your grandfather has lovingly given me permission to do so...by any means we deem necessary..." Ramirov smiled.
Kai's eyes glanced back and forth between both of them.
Ramirov turned and went back to the heavy door. He pulled it open and made a beckoning motion with his hand.
Abbey guards walked in, expressionless. Carrying things under their arms and wheeling in things Kai couldn't quite make out.
The guards began setting up a screen on the wall opposite him. A projector behind in. An IV stand beside him.
Kai felt fear beginning to flow through his veins.
Voltaire watched him.
"...We thought we'd trained you not to have emotional attachments...to anyone...especially not those kinds and especially not with a member of the same gender...it seems we slipped up somewhere...you have my apologies. We'll have to do better this time around..." his deep voice slithered out.
Kai unwillingly let out breaths that showed his growing panic.
He was fucked and he knew it.
Ramirov moved beside him, holding an IV bag and hanging it up on the hook, twisting on a drip chamber and moving taking hold of the needle at the end of the tubing.
He grabbed Kai's arm and flicked it, locating the vein. Kai tried to move out his hold, despite being strapped down.
"Get the hell off me!" he growled.
Ramirov seemed amused at his efforts.
"It'll hurt more if you struggle..." he warned.
He took a firmer hold of his arm and eased the needle in.
Kai started breathing harder, small beads of sweat forming.
He hated needles. They terrified him.
And he remembered why.
Because of him.
And now he was back here starting this all over again.
"What the hell is this?!" he demanded.
"You'll find out shortly..." Ramirov said as he moved away from him, turning on the projector.
"Lord Voltaire...would you feel more comfortable waiting outside?" he asked.
Voltaire had settled himself in a chair to observe.
"I'm fine here, doctor...continue..."
The projector heated up. The blue light gradually shining brighter on to the screen.
Kai stared at it anxiously. He had no idea what they were up to.
Ramirov pressed a button and an image of a nude male flashed on the screen.
Kai frowned.
"What the hell is this?" he asked again.
Within seconds of asking...he felt the effects of whatever was in the IV.
His stomach began to churn violently. He felt heat rising under his skin. His skin felt clammy.
He took deep breaths to try and ease it.
Ramirov lazily placed a bucket on his lap before pressing the button again. Another image of a provocatively posed man flashed on the screen.
The nauseous feeling became unbearable and the contents of his stomach made its way up his gullet.
A sound of discomfort escaped his mouth before he retched his head falling forward as he his insides clenched. He heaved as vomit fell in to the bucket.
Voltaire pulled a face of disgust and averted his eyes.
Kai coughed, trying to get the rest of the acid out. He gasped for air.
"What the fuck is this?!" he demanded in a strained voice.
"Aversion therapy..." Ramirov said plainly.
"What the hell are you putting in me?"
"Enough questions. Eyes on the screen." he ordered.
Kai disobeyed and turned his head.
Ramirov frowned and nodded at a guard behind him. He stepped forward and grabbed Kai's head and forced it back in the direction of the screen.
Ramirov pushed the button every minute or so. New images on the screen. Periodically rolling the controller on the IV tube to release more of the fluid in to Kai's vein. Moments later, more intense waves of intense nausea and cramping crashed threw him and he flung his head forward to projectile vomit in to the bucket.
His eyes streamed uncontrollably from the gagging and straining.
As soon as his body was done with the current expulsion. The guard grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back up to look at the screen.
Ramirov pressed the button again.
A picture of Ray flashed on the screen.
Kai's eyes glistened as he felt another build up of nausea.
Who knew if they'd already gone for him. Or what they were going to do to them both.
He should never have started with Ray...he knew it wasn't safe.
This was all his fault.
And he had no idea what consequences were yet to come...
His body fell forward as he retched once again.
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End of the intro chapter!
I know parts were very vague, but they will come up in later chapters.
Looks like Kai's in some serious shit...Boris isn't even in the picture yet. His troubles haven't even begun yet.
Hope you enjoyed. Will try and update soon.
Any comments would be appreciated!