Disclaimer: This fanfiction is based on characters and situations created and owned by Minekura Kazuya. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended, or should be implied. No monetary transactions made.
A/N: This story is extremely dark in nature and contains themes suitable only for adults. Warnings include incest, murder, torture, non-con, dub-con, mindfuck, blood and graphic male/male sex detailed in adult language.
Consciousness hurt.
Her ears were ringing as if she'd just been slapped hard, and her head was throbbing, making her dizzy. Drugs. What had....what the hell.... she couldn't think. She pried her eyelids open, only to squeeze them shut again, a wave of nausea hitting her as the room seemed to spin wildly. "Mmphh..." she moaned, fighting the impulse to throw up. She tried to raise her hand to her head, but it felt heavy, weighted down - tied, she thought fuzzily - and she gave up after struggling for a second when the nausea hit again
After a couple of minutes, it seemed to recede a little. Maeda blinked, slowly opening her eyes in a squint. Her glasses were askew, and she couldn't see very well, but there was a form on the opposite wall. She concentrated, blinking repeatedly, until it resolved itself into something resembling a person. "Hello?" she said tentatively.
The person slid their legs forward a little, looking at her. "You're awake?" he said hesitantly. Male, she confirmed from the voice, and quite young. She blinked again, and squinted through the lower side of her glasses. He had dark hair, and near-black eyes behind a chunky, awkward-looking pair of glasses. Young, yes, barely in his twenties, and thin. She couldn't tell for sure, but he didn't seem very tall. "He said you'd sleep another two hours...."
He....
And it hit her then, the memories that had been tickling at the edge of her mind. Walking through the parking lot after work, almost into the car, and then him, those mocking eyes under that.....Batman mask. Why had he been wearing a Batman mask? And then everything going black as she slumped against the half-open door of her car, the edge hitting her head on the way down. He'd drugged her with something. She could still feel the nausea. Chloroform? Something.....
Maeda struggled against the binding on her wrists briefly, before giving it up as a lost cause. It felt like a zip-tie, and she knew that she'd cut her hands off sooner than get free, if that was the case. "Hmm? Who..." She stopped, swallowing the bile rising in her throat. Was this the man who'd kidnapped her? But no....the voice was wrong, and he wore glasses. The hair was the wrong colour too. It wasn't him.
The man put up his hands defensively. "It wasn't me!" he said, as if he were echoing her thoughts. He blinked at her from behind his glasses, his eyes wide and frightened. "I swear it wasn't. It was...." his voice dropped lower. "He was the one who brought you here."
She breathed in deep, consciously slowing her breathing, using it to force her thoughts down until she could gather herself. Tried instinctively to curl her legs in, pull herself upright, and the panic was harder to force down this time. The bonds around her ankles were loose, but she couldn't move enough to pull herself out of them. Her shoes were gone.
That left only one option.
She looked at the man again. He was still watching her warily, as if she might bite him if he didn't stay away. "He?" she asked tentatively. Her voice faltered and she swallowed, bolstering her courage. "Who is 'he'? And who are you?"
He looked at the door again. Was her kidnapper behind it? "I...my name's Seiji," he said quickly. "I've....been here for a while, now. He's kept me here for a few weeks." His voice dropped lower until she had to struggle to hear him through the ringing in her ears. "He doesn't like me talking to the others....he says it gives me ideas."
Maeda hesitated, taking in the information. The other.....what? Prisoners? Victims? Her mind raced through the possibilities. "The others? What others? Who is he? What does he want?"
Seiji shook his head, looking slightly afraid. "I'm not supposed to talk about the others. He...he hurts me if I talk about them, even to him."
Panic set in again, and she struggled uselessly for a moment, fighting desperately against the scream in her throat. Still, a sob escaped her at the pain in her limbs and head, the terror of her situation finally beginning to sink into her. "Who. Is. He?" she ground out between her teeth.
Seiji rose to his knees, looking panicky. "Are you all right? I'm not supposed to touch you, but..." He reached out to her before flinching back and saying, desperately, "I swear I'll tell you everything else, but don't ask me about them! Shh, please."
Maeda drew a few shaky breaths, encouraged by his movement. "Am I all right?" She laughed automatically, the sound on the verge of hysteria, even to her own ears. She could feel panic bubbling up in her, slow and inevitable, tainting the edge of her vision. "No, I am not 'all right'!" She stopped to breathe again, determined not to give in to the panic, forcing herself into calm. Her first priority here was information, and there was only one way to get it. She took another calming breath before she said quietly, "Seiji? was that it?"
Seiji nodded jerkily. "Mm." He scooted forward until he was only a few feet away from her.
"Okay..." She inhaled deeply, trying to clear her mind. First things first. Where she was, who she was with, what had happened.....
"...Seiji. Can you please straighten my glasses for me? I can't see you very well." She tried to relax against the floor, needing to calm down, find a position where her arms and legs didn't hurt quite so much.
Seiji reached out cautiously, looking over his shoulder at the door once more before he straightened her glasses. He moved away quickly after that until he was a few feet away from her again. "Better?" he asked in a small voice,
Maeda sighed, some measure of her panic dissipating. "Yes. Thank you." It was a small improvement, and it didn't really help her in a concrete way, but somehow she felt better for being able to see properly. "Seiji, how long have you been here?"
Seiji blinked. "A few weeks. I told you. Maybe about..." he squinted, trying to concentrate. "...two, three months now?"
Maeda's breath hitched as she considered the implications of that. If he was the only one, then..... "And you're still here...but the others? Where are they?"
All that earned her was a shake of his head. "I told you, I can't....don't ask me, please. They're not here any more, that's all I can say."
Maeda clenched her jaw. "Does he release them?"
"I don't know. Not all of them." He spoke as if the words were being wrenched from him, small and despairing, wound so tight she winced in sympathy. "Please, no more..." He drew his knees up again, crossing his arms in front of him, curling into a tight defensive ball.
Maeda closed her eyes slowly, counting to ten, and then to twenty, hanging onto her coherence by a thread. "Okay," she forced out. "I'm sorry. Seiji? I won't ask about them anymore, I promise. Okay? Can you believe me?"
Seiji nodded shakily, keeping his arms in front of him, hiding his face from her like a small child. "O-okay." He nodded again, breathing deeply, trying to calm himself.
Deep breath, calm, deep breath, calm..... the rhythm was familiar, soothing. "Okay. But why does he keep you?"
Something like a sob racked his frame, and he didn't reply for a long moment. When he did, his voice was hoarse with pain. "He....he says I look pretty when I hurt." He buried his face in his hands.
She gasped for breath. Oh, god....whoever that man was.... he'd.... she squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think of the implications of that. He dropped his hands to his shoulders, not looking at her, hugging himself as he spoke - faster now, almost a recitation. "But he's nice to me most of the time. He...he doesn't keep me tied up anymore, he gives me food, new clothes. He says I deserve it for being good."
Maeda swallowed hard. "He's... nice ...to you?" She stared at him, eyes wide. She'd heard of this.....but to see it such a horrifying example was something else entirely.
Seiji nodded again, not looking at her. "He is. He doesn't leave the lights off all the time anymore."
"Oh, god," she whispered, pity rising in her, and anger with it. "This is sick. Who is he, Seiji? Do you know where we are?"
Seiji shook his head silently. "His name...he told me....he's told me not to talk much about him. And I slept when he brought me here, too, so I don't know where we are."
Maeda looked around, trying to figure it out. There was nothing on the walls, no windows....no way to tell. "How do you know how long it's been?"
"There's a calendar in the next room. I'm allowed in there when he's here. And he told me the day, once, so I remembered."
"There's another room? What's in there?"
"A bed," Seiji said quietly. "A shower. Food. He lets me in there. He says the floor's too cold this time of year."
Maeda barked a strained laugh. "Oh, how considerate of him," she snapped bitterly. Seiji watched her silently, looking unsure how to reply. She sighed. "Seiji...you know that he's a sick fuck, right? He's got you all twisted up."
Seiji blinked at her, frowning slightly, as if she were speaking a foreign language. "What?"
Maeda glanced around, but couldn't see a door to keep an eye on; the position wasn't right. "Where's the door?"
Seiji jerked his chin to one side, just beyond her field of vision. "It's there. You'll have to turn a bit to see it."
She tried to twist in that direction, but pain shot through her shoulders and arms as she moved, burning the idea from her. "Ah! Fuck... How often does he come here? Is he likely to come in soon?"
Seiji shook his head. "he just left two hours ago. He said he wanted to sleep."
Maeda nodded, closing her eyes in relief. "Okay," she mumbled to herself, "think, think..." she looked up at Seiji again. "Seiji, can you find a way to untie me?"
Seiji shook his head vehemently. "I mustn't touch you, he said."
She ground her teeth together, forcing back her fury. "Look, Seiji, if he's sleeping... we can get out of here."
"The outside door's locked. He's got the key on him. He always does."
Maeda struggled again, in sheer frustration this time. "Seiji! If you untie me, we can overpower him! There are two of us...we can take him down and run." She looked at him pleadingly, willing him to understand her desperation, her fear. Her need. "Please, you can't..." The words choked her. "You can't want to stay here! I'll help you, I swear. We can do this."
Seiji shook his head, curling in on himself. "He'll be angry.... he won't.... don't make him angry, please don't make him angry...." He shielded his face with his forearms, shivering.
Maeda closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. This was all wrong, she thought desperately. There had to be some way she could persuade him, something she could do to make him listen to her, make him see the truth..... "Okay, Seiji," she said softly, soothingly. "It's all right. I'm sorry. Please don't stop talking to me, okay, Seiji?" Her mind was racing, trying furiously to think of a way to get him to listen.
He slowly stopped shivering, uncurling a little and raising his head to look at her. His breath was hitching; he looked on the verge of panic. Maeda tried a small smile. "It's all right Seiji. We can just talk, right?" She nodded, unconsciously looking for a mimic
Seiji nodded obediently, arms still curled around himself. "...All right..." he said tentatively.
Maeda smiled again. "Good. That's good, Seiji. Can you tell me more? You said he's nice to you, right? What is it like when he's not nice, Seiji?"
Seiji shivered again, looking away. "He...hurts me. A lot, sometimes."
She sighed, relieved that he was talking again. As long as she could keep talking to him, she had a way in. And, possibly, a way out. "But when you 'behave', he doesn't hurt you?" He shook his head silently. Maeda pursed her lips, hating to have to ask again. "Does that mean that he doesn't, or that I'm wrong, Seiji?"
Seiji forced the words past his lips. "H-he doesn't hurt me when I behave."
Maeda nodded. "Okay, that's good, Seiji. Thank you." She hesitated, unsure if she should ask the next question. But she needed the answer, if she was going to turn Seiji around. Needed to know it, and needed to make him face it. "Seiji, can you answer me one more question? I'm sorry, but...when he hurts you...what does he do?" She swallowed, and tried to clarify in a less painful way. "What does it mean, for you to 'behave'?"
"If I..." he swallowed, looked away. "If I do what he tells me to, he doesn't hurt me. I...it's my fault. I don't listen, sometimes...."
Warning bells went off in her head. She'd heard this before...from abused children, terrified wives..... and yet the pity she felt had a vicious edge of triumph to it. Now she had a handle on it, on him; she knew what to do. She could get around this. She could get out, get them both out. She had to. "No, it's not your fault, Seiji. None of this is your fault. What does he want you to do? Is it hard to do?"
"....It's not hard to do." He looked away for a moment, and then met her gaze almost shyly. "I...he's very skilled." He cleared his throat, a little embarrassed. "I told you. He's nice when I behave."
Her stomach turned at the thought; he'd finally faced what she'd been prodding at, and the answer was what she'd feared. "Sex..."
Seiji nodded.
She drew in a deep breath. This "Seiji, listen to me, okay? I need you to hear what I'm saying, all right? He's not 'being nice' to you, Seiji." Maeda fought to keep her voice firm, pushing away the tremor that wanted to thread through her words. "What he's doing is wrong. It's coercion. It's rape, Seiji."
Seiji swallowed audibly, burying his face in his arms. "He....but he..." His breath hitched. "He's..."
Maeda pressed on quickly, afraid to lose him. "He what, Seiji?"
Seiji shook his head. "He's not raping me. He said he liked it, and I...I liked it, just like he said I would. He's nice."
God, it was like he'd memorised a script.....Maeda managed to rein in her anger and frustration, allowing only a heavy sigh to escape. "Seiji, listen to me. I'm a doctor, so I know what I'm talking about, okay?" She schooled her voice to be gentle, as she'd learned to do with victims of assault. "Your body will respond, whether you want it to or not. Just because he's not holding you down doesn't mean it isn't rape. Just because you get pleasure doesn't mean it's not rape. He's still forcing you to have sex with him. Do you understand?"
He didn't look convinced, but nodded anyway before he buried his head in his arms again, hiding his face from her. Maeda softened her voice. "Seiji? You don't need to be embarrassed, you know. He's done horrible things to you, but it's not your fault. He hurt you in order to control how you think, Seiji." She was pleading now, and she knew it, but what else could she do? "Seiji, please, just think about it. If you stopped 'being good', he would hurt you again, right? He's smart, Seiji. He's a monster who knows how to manipulate. It's not your fault."
He nodded again and looked up at her, frowning. "I... don't know... he never..." he shuddered, crawling closer to her for comfort, like a small animal huddling in. "He says he won't hurt me if I behave, he likes it when I..."
Maeda swallowed hard, but held his gaze, determined to get through to him. "What, Seiji? I'm listening."
"I can't tell you. He'll....he'll hurt me if I tell you!" His voice rose, panic creeping into its edges. "Please. He just wants me to listen to him, do what he says, and then he's nice and I like him and please, please, don't talk about it, don't make him angry, he'll...he'll..." he trailed off. He was shuddering as if he'd been doused in ice water.
She could feel him withdrawing, feel her chance slipping away; and she knew she wouldn't have another. "Shhh...it's all right, Seiji! It's okay. He's not here. He can't hear you." Her voice seemed to be getting through; his shivering was slowing. She smiled at him, willing him to accept the gesture. "Seiji, I'm on your side, okay? I want you to know that. He's not nice, even if he's not hurting you. You're a prisoner here, Seiji. A slave. That's not something that a nice person does, right?"
Seiji shook his head after a long moment.
Maeda smiled again, nodding encouragingly. "Right. It's not nice. And the others...." She made gentling noises, shushing him before he could protest, and rushed on. "You don't have to say anything about them, Seiji. Just think about it. Think about what he does to them."
Seiji shuddered, drawing even closer to himself, making a soft pained sound.
Encouraged, she kept talking. "Seiji, you know that what he's doing isn't right. You don't want to stay here, a captive, forever. Do you? Forced to watch him doing those horrible things to other people...one day he might even want you to do them, too. Don't you see?"
He wrapped his arms tighter around himself and shook his head "I don't know....I don't know what to do!" He squeezed his eyes shut "We can't run away. He'll know, he'll catch us.....can't leave, don't make me try to leave..."
"Please, Seiji...you can't stay here." She knew she was begging, but this was her last chance, and it was slipping away from her. Her vision was blurring - tears, she realised. "He'll just keep doing this over and over! I'll help you...with both of us, we can do it. I swear, I won't let him hurt you anymore, but I need your help. He's going to kill me, Seiji. You know he is!"
Seiji shivered. "No....I can't....I...."
Maeda inched closer, but the screech of metal on metal cut her off. They looked at the door and then back at each other, and then Seiji was scrambling away from her, taking up his earlier position
several feet away. His eyes were wide with a mix of terror and anticipation. Maeda tensed, straining to listen, and caught the sound of shoes scuffing down metal, and a dull thump as whoever it was jumped the last couple of rungs.
"Well, well. It seems our little guest is awake!"
It was him again - the one who'd assaulted her at her car. Oh, the Batman mask covered most of his face, and the ridiculously incongruous labcoat stretched from neck to knees, but that slimy grin, the size and build were the same. That smirk of his had followed her into sleep, but seeing it awake was equally unsettling. Perhaps the creepiest thing of all was the stuffed bunny he was carrying under his arm. He set it down carefully, propped up against the wall, watching them with its beady button eyes. Stood back, surveying the effect, beamed and then turned back, almost bouncing up to her, radiating cheerfulness.
Seiji shrank back against the wall, away from them both, curling himself in tighter into a protective ball as the kidnapper reached her, squatting down fluidly. "Well, good morning," he grinned, then surveyed her critically. "Do try not to get sick, hmm? That would upset me." He patted her cheek, almost hard enough to be a slap. Maeda flinched away from his touch, trying not to show her fear.
"Is that really necessary?" Seiji said quietly from the other side of the room.
"You're going to get cocky, now? I wouldn't suggest it." He looked away, dismissing Seiji, and turned his attention back to her. "Come on, nice, deep breaths. I want you alert."
Seiji fell silent obediently. Maeda felt no such compulsion. "Hate you," she spat.
He raised his hand to his chest, a theatrical gesture of shock. "But we've hardly met! You certainly jump to conclusions quickly." He checked her pulse with clinical detachment, a grin twisting his mouth under the mask. "Are you settled, now?"
The audacity of the question made her seethe. "I'll be settled when you let me go, you fucking bastard."
He clicked his tongue reprovingly. "Now, now. Ladies shouldn't use such language." He leaned in close, grinning. "You might make me...angry."
Maeda tried to bite at his face. He evaded neatly. "Oh, so feisty!" he smirked, glancing at Seiji. "Reminds me of you, somewhat."
Seiji blinked up at him. "Me?"
"Mm. In need of education." The mask wobbled a little as he looked back at Maeda. "Are you awake now?"
Maeda glared at him without replying.
That earned her a frown. "You will answer when I ask you questions, or you will regret not having done so. Am I making myself clear? After all..." he looked at Seiji, his head tilting thoughtfully,"silence is no way to entertain Bunny."
Seiji's eyes widened, and he pushed back against the wall, trying to curl away from him. The kidnapper made a questioning sound. "Is it?"
"....No," Seiji whispered, his eyes closing.
"Very good," he purred. He looked back at Maeda. "Do I make myself clear?"
Maeda flicked a glance over at Seiji, hoping for help. He was still looking down, though, and after a moment, she looked up at the kidnapper again. "Y..yes...?" she said, hesitantly.
"Excellent!" he said cheerfully and stood, walking over to Seiji.
"I'm in the mood for something fun." He combed his fingers into Seiji's hair, looking down at him. "Any suggestions?"
Seiji pressed the back of his head into the wall, looking up at him. He shook his head mutely.
"No? Hm." He looked over at Maeda. "How about you?"
"Nothing."
He rolled his eyes; the mask made it look unsettling. "You two must be terrible at parties." He thought for a moment, then brightened suddenly, grinning manically at her. "Oh, but I have an idea. You'll love this." He crouched beside Seiji, running a finger suggestively down his cheek, enjoying her reaction to it. "Shall I fuck him for your viewing pleasure?"
Seiji flinched back from the touch, his eyes opening wide. Maeda drew in a sharp breath, realisation dawning on her. "You're sick!"
That earned her a frown. "Watch your tongue, or I'll cut it out, girlie. Improvisation is frowned upon, at my house." The ease with which he spoke the threat didn't convince her it was an empty one.
Maeda glared at him again, shooting a quick worried glance at Seiji. There was no assistance there; he wasn't looking at her, and she had no idea what to say. "...No," she said finally. "Don't do it."
He heaved a theatrical sigh. "Not terribly quick, are you? Allow me to rephrase: I think that you would like to see me fuck this pretty young man." His eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to just above a whisper. "Wouldn't you?"
"No, I wouldn't like to see it, you perverted fuck," Maeda snarled, fury rising in her.
The kidnapper gave Seiji a beleaguered look. "Educate her, before I do."
Seiji swallowed loudly. "He...." he looked up at their captor nervously, as if he were asking for permission. "He'll do it anyway. Please, just say it's all right. He doesn't hurt me too badly."
"Good," their captor purred, and turned back to her. "You'll just make it worse for him, if you continue to be difficult, you know."
Seiji stared at Maeda silently, pleading. Maeda shook her head frantically, her eyes wide.
He sighed heavily and pulled a scalpel from his pocket, flicking the cover off the tip. "All right, then," he told Seiji apologetically. "Terribly sorry, but she simply won't take a hint. Perhaps hearing you scream will get her priorities in line, hmm?"
Seiji made a small sound, eyes fixed on the scalpel. "please...." he whispered, the plea naked in his voice.
"All right."
He shook his head regretfully. "All right? No, that's not good enough anymore. ....Do you want to watch me fuck him?"
Maeda dropped her head and spoke to the floor, forcing the words out; they tasted bitter in her mouth. "Yes. I want to.....watch you fuck him."
"There we go!" he beamed. "Now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?"
Maeda shook her head silently, still horrified by what she'd just said. What he'd asked of her was monstrous, and yet.....was there even a choice? He'd do what he wanted no matter what she said.
The scalpel went back in his pocket. "Don't turn away, now," he warned. "I'm doing this for you, after all." He pretended to think, tapping a finger against his lower lip. "Hmm, now how shall we begin? Would you like to see him suck my cock?"
Maeda looked up at him slowly, and then looked at Seiji for assistance. "What should I say?" she asked tentatively.
"No more hints," he said flatly, cutting Seiji off before he could speak. "Do try not to bore me with stupidity, hmm?"
Maeda sagged, her mind racing to find an answer, and utterly unable to. "Do you....are you going to...." she looked sideways at Seiji, who nodded slightly. She steeled herself, part of her trapped in pure disbelief at what she was going to say. "Yes," she faltered. "Yes, I would."
"Ah, there's a good girl," he purred approvingly, turning to Seiji. "You heard her. On your knees, boy, and don't forget the deal, now."
Seiji rose shakily to his knees, looking at the floor. "Yes."
Maeda looked away, ashamed of herself.
"I said don't turn away!" the kidnapper barked. "This is for your entertainment, so enjoy it."
She looked back up reluctantly in time to hear the sharp snap as he unbuckled his belt, to see the tremor run through Seiji's body as he waited, his gaze still fixed on the floor, hands on knees.
"He will pay for your mistakes," the man reminded her, the mask bobbing as he nodded. The sound of his slacks being unzipped invaded her ears, but she couldn't bear to look. "Remember that."
Seiji looked up at Seiichi slowly, his hands lifting from his knees. "What do you want me to do?" he asked quietly.
He smiled, beckoning with one hand. "Come on, all the way up! You're far too low."
Seiji nodded wordlessly, rising up on his knees; raised his hands to slip the slacks over his hips, bringing them to mid-thigh, and pulled his underwear down as well.
"Mm, good," he murmured. "Now look at me, and open wide." He grabbed his already hard cock, stroking a few times, glancing over at Maeda to make sure she was still looking.
Maeda gritted her teeth and looked straight at them just as Seiji opened his mouth wide, his eyes sliding shut, gripping his kidnapper's thighs lightly. He fisted a hand in Seiji's hair, jerking on it roughly. "I said, look at me." Seiji opened his eyes involuntarily as he grimaced with the pain; Maeda winced in sympathy.
"Much better," he purred, looking directly into Seiji's eyes as he slid his cock into his mouth. "Now, suck me like the little whore you are."