It hurt like hell, but Shintaro couldn't focus on the pain now. He figured out long ago that the only way he was getting out of the handcuffs that restrained him to his bed was to break his thumbs. He'd been prepared for the pain, but oh, God,-It hurts. Shintaro grimaced but he continues, forcibly slamming his thumbs again and again against the hard metal until finally-POP. He had to bite his lips to keep from screaming-the pain was so bad. But it was worth it. Oh, God, if he could actually get away, then it was so worth it.
He opens his locked window, with the spare key that he never found, cursing under his breath at how long it takes him, without the use of his opposable thumbs. Even so, he tries to move slowly so as not to make a sound. The last thing he needed was him or one of his snakes hearing him, and catching him trying to escape.
Once he's outside, he moves away from the house cautiously, afraid he'll trip over something in the night's darkness and make a noise, but once he hits the street, Shintaro starts running. He runs like he's never ran before, which isn't saying much since Shintaro never did do very well in Gym class. Even though he pants and sweats only after a few minutes(being a NEET for two years did not provide many physical benefits) he continues running, pushing himself to the limit. He can't get caught, there's no WAY he's going to go back to that hell. He's already endured two months of it, and finally got the chance he's been waiting for. He is as sure as hell not going to ruin that chance because of temporary physical exhaustion.
He runs and runs down the illuminated street devoid of any people, the refreshing summer night air rushing through his hair.
Alright, the police station is….past this bus stop….down this hill….and then…turn left at the soda machine!
He spies the vending machine, regretting that he can't take a break to glug down the rich dark brown fizzy liquid to quench his thirst, and turns left into the alley that it stands in front of. He's so focused on keeping his feet moving that he doesn't notice it's a dead end until he nearly bumps into the wall. Startled and confused, Shintaro stares at the dead end, panting wearily in his exhaustion.
What….when did I…?
The alley should have continued into the street that led to the police station. With a start, it occurs to Shintaro that the soda machine must have moved since two years ago. He shakes off his disorientation and decides to keep going when an unmistakable hissing sound starts to fill the air. Shintaro freezes, staring in shocked horror as jet black snakes materialize out of the shadows of the dead end, and start slithering towards him. Fear and dismay grip Shintaro's heart as he desperately tries to turn around and run the other way, but more snakes start to appear from the other sides of the alley and surround him.
He doesn't have any more time to react, even to curse, before the first two snakes lash out at him aggressively, quickly curling around his legs and tying them together. Others join in, and in a matter of seconds, five more are curling around his torso, binding him. Completely panicked, Shintaro decides to scream as a last resort, to see if anyone, anyone could possibly find him and save him, but before he can utter a sound, a snake quickly coils around his open mouth. Losing his balance, Shintaro falls to the hard ground in a writhing mess, his grunt of pain upon impact muffled by the snake gagging him.
Their prey now vulnerable on the ground, more snakes seize the opportunity to coil around him, binding him even more as Shintaro struggles desperately to get the disgusting things off of him before he shows up. He tries to shout, to bite at the solid mass of black scales that only tighten around his open mouth, rendering his attempts to shout futile. The snakes only tighten around him uncomfortably, until he can only grasp his shaking hands open and close in uncontrolled fidgets. His breaths come shakily as the snakes constrict on his chest, and he starts to take panicked gasps of air, trying to suck in oxygen from around the snake coiled around his mouth. He is so busy focusing on the snakes around his body that he almost does not notice the quiet steps from behind him that echo ominously in the alleyway, approaching at a slow pace.
Shintaro immediately freezes, all movement drained from his body. Horror and ice-cold fear slowly seep through his veins, and suddenly he feels as cold as the snakes pressing against his skin. He's here….already?!
As the steps come nearer and nearer to Shintaro, he hears a quiet, unmistakable snicker echo, sounding as if it surrounded him.
"My my, Shintaro. Here I thought you had almost given up trying to escape from me. What a surprise this is!" His snickers merge into a delighted little laugh.
His voice snaps Shintaro into a frenzied panic, as he begins to once again struggle against the snakes, even more desperate now that the danger is close. He gives even more muffled groans and grunts as he jerks around, trying to loosen the snakes' hold on him. He wanted to get the fuck away from this psychopath, this raging, perverted, demented, sadistic psychopath!
"Now, now, we'll have no more of that," Kuroha sighs tiredly, and suddenly the snakes crush against him, and Shintaro immediately goes limp, overwhelmed by the suffocating pain. "You should know when you're caught, Shintaro," continues the snake, tsking at the boy softly.
Shintaro can't register Kuroha's words; he can barely think because the snakes were going to crush him, forcing the oxygen out of his lungs, he couldn't breathe, couldn't move, he could only give sick choking noises through the snake gag. Just when he was sure his ribs were going to break, the snakes loosened, and Shintaro began taking ragged gasps of air, sweat covering his face from his panic.
When he is calm enough to be able to register his surroundings again, he is startled to feel Kuroha's presence lingering right behind him and flinches when the other begins speaking again.
"I have to admit, I'm impressed that you were able to break your thumbs yourself, but did you really think you'd get very far? Did you really believe that you'd be able to escape my snakes?"
Kuroha begins to lean down, climbing on top of his vulnerable prey, all the snakes but the one over Shintaro's mouth receding into the shadows as their master replaces them. With a smile, Kuroha holds the boy down tightly, one hand seizing Shintaro's wrists firmly and pulling them over his head.
"Dear Shintaro, I thought you were smarter than that," he coos, brushing back the boy's dark hair with his free hand to give an affectionate kiss on the forehead. Shintaro squints one eye as he wrinkles his face in disgust, trying to writhe away from the other's cool touch. The boy's wonderfully defiant reaction pleases Kuroha; he decides to allow the last snake around the Shintaro's open mouth to slide away.
Shintaro coughs a bit to the side, trying to get the metallic taste of snake out of his mouth before turning his scowl back to the man on top of him.
"Fuck off!" He spits venomously at Kuroha, his burning glare trying to tear through his captor's focused yellow eyes. He hates and fears this person who imprisoned him in his own room, who violated and abused him time and time again, refused to let him sleep for nights on end. He didn't know what the sicko did to his little sister and mother, or even Ene for that matter, but it made him both furious and squeamish to think of the possibilities.
"Rude," Kuroha says in an offended tone, his eyes gazing dully into Shintaro's. "Telling me to fuck off when I came to help you find your way home. Your mouth is quite dirty, you know that?" He stated this matter-of-factly, cupping Shintaro's cheek, his thumb caressing the side of the boy's mouth, pulling his bottom lip down slightly.
"Dirty, you're calling me dirty after all those things you-" Suddenly, Kuroha's mouth is on his, and Shintaro can no longer speak. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The sicko is kissing him again, and Shintaro wants none of it. He struggles for a moment, trying to kick his legs upward towards the man, but Kuroha simply pins them down with his own and continues shoving his tongue forcefully down Shintaro's throat. As the kiss draws on longer, Shintaro stops wriggling around, exhausted from the lack of oxygen, and starts gasping when Kuroha finally withdraws. He gives Shintaro an irritated look.
"Gosh, this is so bothersome, having to stop, can't you just learn to breathe through your nose?" Shintaro is too busy trying to suck in air to give a snarky response, so Kuroha just sighs and stares at him exasperatedly, waiting for him to recover.
"Let's go home now, shall we? Or do you want me to fuck you right here, in this alley, on the cold pavement? Either is fine with me." Kuroha smirks as Shintaro gives him the nastiest, dirtiest look he's ever seen from the boy, his dark gray eyes glaring daggers at Kuroha's. He tightens his hold on Shintaro's wrists, which are scratched and bloody from the friction of struggling against the handcuffs, and the boy under him breaks off his gaze, suddenly wincing in pain.
Oh how he wanted to break him again, right now, right here, but it would be such a bother if-
A shrill shriek interrupts his thought.
Kuroha sighs faintly.
"Lovely," he mutters gently as he turns his attention to a young woman standing at the entrance of the alleyway. Her eyes are wide in shock at beholding Kuroha on top of Shintaro, holding him down forcefully. She begins to step back, about to break into a run. He couldn't have that, now could he?
Without missing a beat, Kuroha sends his snakes slithering after the woman at lightning speed, seizing her legs before she can run. Kuroha's pets drag her into the dark alley, and she barely has time to yelp in surprise before the snakes start ripping her apart, gouging out her insides, turning her body into a beautiful, breathtaking masterpiece of bright, bright red. The little hero would be jealous, thought Kuroha lightly before a scream erupted from beneath him.
Shintaro had never seen murder. He'd heard about it in the news, read about it in the paper, in books, but this was different. It was happening right in front of his eyes. He saw the woman being torn apart, heard the flesh ripping from her body, smelled the blood gushing out, forming pools of the dark red liquid. He couldn't help but scream hysterically, tears streaming from his eyes, because he was suddenly shocked into the realization that the same might happen to him, just as easily. He was at the mercy of a psychopathic murderer. He began to struggle violently when, suddenly, the lips of that same psychopathic murderer were on his again, effectively silencing him for several moments as the snakes crawled back onto Shintaro, wrapping around him and stilling his thrashing body. Another slithered back onto his mouth, gagging him, as Kuroha pulled away from Shintaro. The killer put a finger to his lips, smiling gently, the other hand softly stroking Shintaro's cheek, tracing under his eyes and wiping away his tears.
"Shhh, Shintaro, hush now. If you scream, more people will come, and more people will have to die. You don't want that, right?"
Shintaro could barely choke back a sob as Kuroha started to laugh lightly at his horrified expression. Once Shintaro finally calms down, the sadistic snake begins asking questions as if they were in a classroom, Kuroha as the teacher.
"Now how are we going to get home Shintaro? What do you think? Are you going to walk with me obediently, or will I have to tie you up and carry you back? Mind you, if it's the latter, then I'll have to kill everyone that sees us so that they won't make a scene and spoil our fun!" He grins cheerily. "It's up to you!"
Shintaro sees that Kuroha sincerely doesn't care either way, as long as Shintaro ended up back in his bed, handcuffed again. He closes his wet eyes, defeated. I was stupid to think I could escape. Now all I've done is cause someone's death.
Kuroha senses his resignation, releasing his snakes, and easily pulls Shintaro up off the pavement by the collar of his black t-shirt, placing him on his feet. He looks down at the shorter boy, his cool hand sliding from Shintaro's throat to his arm, which he trails down until he finally clenches the NEET's hand firmly, like iron. Shintaro flinches slightly at this, his broken thumb throbbing, but does not make any vocal complaints. Kuroha hums a note at that, circling his thumb over Shintaro's broken one slightly, reminding himself to look up how to treat it once they're back home. For the time being, he summons two tiny snakes to wrap around the boy's thumbs, serving as temporary splints, before starting to walk back towards Shintaro's prison, what used to be his home, pulling the boy along forcefully.
As they approach the mangled bloody corpse of the woman, Shintaro almost vomits, the stench of it hitting him full on in the nose. Kuroha takes no notice of this or of the woman, humming lively and swinging their hands back and forth.
"It's almost like we're any old regular couple, huh Shintaro?" he asks playfully, smiling while he walks over the dead body. "This is what lovers do, right?"
Shintaro makes no reply as he is forced to step over the woman whose life had ended because of him. Kuroha pouts at Shintaro's unresponsiveness, he's no fun like this. He smiles though, because he still has yet to deliver Shintaro's punishment for trying to get away from him. His crazed smile widens as he imagines all the different ways he can discipline Shintaro.
"Oh what fun we're going to have when we get home!"