So I'm a bit addicted to this story already. I suppose that is good for me and all of you LOL. That just means I update much faster than my last two stories that I did. So let's get this story moving. Thank you for reviewing and onward to the next chapter. You know my writing style well. You started guessing even before I had this chapter up. gives everyone cookies and drinks I love writing mental struggle stories!
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Chapter Two
Ryoma awake again to find his body lying down on a bed still with his hands chained above his head. This time they were hooked to the bedposts inside of something hanging from the ceiling. Nausea struck Ryoma quickly and lethally. He vomited all over himself and the mattress he sat on. "My my Echizen. Couldn't keep it down could you."
Ryoma was confused by what he said. He couldn't quite figure out what taste was on his lips nor did he want to know. It was sickening trying to figure out what he vomited up. "What?" Ryoma tried to say, but his voice was sore and scratchy. It felt hot, and he had trouble swallowing his salvia.
"You can thrill people even while sleeping, you know."
Ryoma's eyes widened, and he started spitting up whatever he could to get it out of his stomach and mouth. That was disgusting. How could someone think of doing that? This guy was sickening, but Ryoma was still unable to see his face. He kept to the shadows or stayed right above Ryoma so he couldn't see the guy. Ryoma was feeling even more sick, but the fear of something happening much worse than that was threatening his senses. "W-what do you want from me?"
"You'll see all in good time." A blindfold covered Ryoma's eyes as he felt the man's lips kissed his. His mind went wild hoping that whatever this man had planned wasn't what he was thinking. Ryoma heard the guy's footsteps move away from him, and the door slammed shut.
"Oh god," Ryoma whispered, spitting more of that fowl taste out of his mouth. He rolled his head to the side, attempting to get the blindfold off his eyes. He couldn't stand not seeing anything nor not knowing who this person was. Was he a fan? Was it some crazed tennis player that he beat in a match before? Why was this man keeping him here? Ryoma hoped that he didn't just want him as a cheap thrill. That thought left a sickening feeling in his stomach.
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The Seigaku Regulars showed up for their usual early morning match. All the players were anxious to see if their youngest member showed up for practice. Momo said that he didn't show up at his regular time home, and Fuji called a couple times, but the Echizen family was no better than they were. Everyone was worried about Ryoma's sudden disappearance.
Unfortunately, the young teammate never showed up for practice. All the players had a horrible practice with their distracted minds. All except for Tezuka. "You guys have to stop worrying about him. I'm sure his family will find him, and we'll have Ryoma back, but until then you need to get your heads back on your shoulders and play this game like normal. Who knows he might even show up for his match in two days. So let's continue practicing like normal," Tezuka said to his team as they packed up their things to get to class on time.
The rest of the day Momo would secretly walk by Ryoma's classroom, hoping to see him sitting in the back of the class, gazing out the window longing to be out there playing tennis, but Ryoma wasn't there. Practice was cancelled for the afternoon after Tezuka saw the distracted faces of his teammates during lunch. Every minute one of them would look over at Ryoma's usual table as if he would suddenly appear.
"Inui, would I be able to get a decent practice out of them?" Tezuka said, debating on his he should cancel the practice or not.
"I don't think so. You know the chance of Ryoma being kidnapped rose to sixty-six percent with him not showing up for school and practice today. The team is worried. Perhaps you would be able to get them to focus if we tried to look for him after school instead of practicing."
"You may be right."
The team met up and all agreed to check different places for Ryoma's whereabouts. Everyone asked questions to various people. Most people didn't even know who Ryoma was and one person even thought she saw someone putting him in the back of a car at school. This of course made the kidnapping rate rise to eighty-five percent, and they informed the police of what they found out. The police were handling this as best as they could, but that was their first clue.
After a few hours of wandering around town in search of him, the team found themselves all walking to Ryoma's house. Nanjiro allowed them all to practice in his tennis court beside the house. He noticed their distracted faces and offered Tezuka help with getting them back on track. "Ryoma, wouldn't want you to sacrifice this match all because he's missing. Play this match just like you had him sitting on the bench cheering you on," Nanjiro said picking up a racket. "Now let's start the practice over again."
(Warning end of a rape scene follows along with a suicidal attempt. If you wish not to read it please skip the rest of this chapter. I don't want to offend anyone.)
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Ryoma grunted into the pillow, trying so hard not to scream out his pain. He could feel his blood trickling down his legs. He felt sick and dirty and wanted to kill himself right about now. Never would he have thought this would happen. The man pulled out of him with a moan. "You are so tight, Echizen. I'll enjoy this over and over again."
Ryoma grew sick to his stomach. He could barely get through this. How could he possible go through this again? "Leave me alone," he tried to sound strong, but all he could get out was a whinny whisper.
"I think that's for me to decide." The man unhooked Ryoma's hands and tied them back to one of the bedposts. An interesting aroma entered into his nose. "Eat up before it gets cold." It was odd that Ryoma didn't smell the food when he first entered the room so he must have opened the door and got it.
Ryoma heard the door slam this time but didn't even bother to eat the food. He sat up and took the blindfold off. He finally got his first look around the room. It was dark and no windows so it must have been a basement. He could feel the slight cold air rising from the floor. He tried to get off the bed and walk over to the door that the guy was known for walking through, but the chain stopped him about halfway off the bed.
Ryoma felt his body scream. Sitting back down, he tried to ease the pain that was creeping its way up his spine. He felt exhausted and sick. Pushing the food off the bed, it landed with a loud crash on the floor. He could care less if the man came back. He lied down on the bed and stared off at the mess on the floor. That's when Ryoma saw the sharp edge of the broken plate. Zoning out, he reached down for the broken piece and ran his finger along the sharp edge. Watching his blood swell to the surface of his finger, he pressed the object into his wrist.
His whole body shook as he tried to pull it along his vein, but he couldn't. Tears stung his eyes as he threw the shard across the room. He screamed in pain and frustration and collapsed on the bed with his head in the pillow. He couldn't even kill himself. He was dooming himself to this torturous world. His only hope was that someone would find him before he lost what stable mind he had left.
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Alright! I love you all for such kind reviews! I don't usually write in third person point of view, but it seems to be working wonderfully for this story. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the chapters to become. I know where this is going this time LOL. Thanks for reading please review!
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