For this chapter of the story, I switched up my background song to Gakupo's "Tragedy of Chateau Cepage." Honestly, there are no words to describe how much I love this song. XD I ship GakuRin so hard from this...

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Kaito woke groggily, sharp, throbbing pain lancing up his arms. He felt lightheaded, disoriented. He wasn't in bed. There was a cold, hard floor beneath him. It felt like concrete, rough, unpleasant. Kaito rolled from his back onto his side, groaning. His stomach felt sick.

"Are you awake now?" Master's soft voice came from somewhere over to the left, above Kaito. There was a good smell in the room, a little like roasted pork. Kaito glanced blearily up towards where Master's voice was coming from, willing his eyes to focus.

"That's good, Kaito." Master purred down at him. "I was wondering when you would wake back up. My tummy got the rumblies while I was waiting for you, so I had to make a snack." Master laughed lightly at his own joke.

Master was holding a plate. Food? But as Kaito focused on it, the growing feeling of wrongness screaming inside of his head, screaming, his eyes took in the contents of the plate, and widened into huge saucers. Hands.

Kaito instantly tried to rise, to flee, to put his hands out and raise himself from the floor, but as he did so there were only bloody, bandaged stumps there, and he screamed in agony as they hit the floor instead of his usual hands, screamed in horror and terror as he fell back against the concrete floor and held his amputated stumps in front of his blue eyes.

Master watched Kaito's antics with a quiet smile as the blue-haired Vocaloid flailed around on the ground and shrieked. Kaito tried to rise to his knees, but Master had stopped those actions too. Kaito's favorite blue scarf was wrapped and tied tightly around his legs and knees, binding him from being able to walk or rise.

Kaito's lips trembled and his eyes were filled with tears and fear as he regarded Master as if Master were some sort of fairy tale monster, come to life. Master just smiled happily down at his beloved Vocaloid. Finally, Kaito couldn't touch anyone but Master anymore. The feeling gave Master a great satisfaction and joy.

As if to remind Master that he hadn't begun his snack yet, his tummy did indeed rumble. Master laughed again, lightly, and picked up one of the two, lovely, now-cooked hands and lifted it to his eagerly waiting lips.

Kaito moaned, a low, tortured, animal sound. "Nooo... please... no," He sobbed at Master as Master opened his mouth to take a bite of one of Kaito's delicious fingers. Master paused and smiled quirkily down at Kaito again.

"Oh, come now, Kaito. It's not as if I can reattach them again, now that they've been cooked, after all... can I, now?" Master scolded with that strange little half-smile on his face. Kaito's face crumpled in horrified betrayal as Master opened his mouth again and took a little bite of Kaito's little finger.

"Mm, it's good," Master murmured as he chewed and swallowed, taking little nibbles from around Kaito's finger bones. Master's eyes were partially closed as if in pleasure, and Kaito's body was wracked with uncontrollable sobbing as he watched his Master devour his amputated, cooked flesh.

When Master had finished eating from one of Kaito's hands, he put the plate quietly aside, and smiled back down at Kaito once more. Kaito's body cringed away in terror as Master took a step towards Kaito, kneeling down in front of the trussed boy and touching his face. Master smiled a great, happy smile.

"Now you're really mine, Kaito. You're inside of my belly, now. You're going to be digested and become a part of me. Doesn't that make you happy? You're going to be with your Master, who loves you so much, forever." Master tilted his head, his eyes shining with an insane delight.

"No... nooo..." Kaito whimpered and moaned, horrified. It had to be a nightmare. But Kaito had never had such a nightmare as this.

"No..?" Master paused, stroking his hand against Kaito's soft cheek. "No, Kaito?" Master's eyes closed partially again, as if he was thinking. Kaito's body trembled in fear and he watched Master as Master suddenly gave Kaito an even greater smile. It was as if Master had suddenly figured out the answer to a problem.

"You can't say no to me, ever again, Kaito," Master whispered silkily into Kaito's ear. With steady hands, Master reached down to Kaito's pants and unbuttoned them. Master touched gently against Kaito's manhood with a grin, and unzipped Kaito's pants. Kaito was panting in terror as Master pulled Kaito's pants and underwear down.

Kaito began to struggle, squirming in earnest, blue eyes huge and terrified. What was happening? What was Master going to do to him? Kaito couldn't wrap his head around the situation. He felt like his brain was going to short circuit from fear. As he flopped around, he banged his bloody stumps against the floor again, and screamed in the agony that created.

Master let go of the squirming Vocaloid as Kaito panicked, standing up again, towering over Kaito as he removed his own pants and underwear. As Kaito quieted down, holding his bloody arm stumps next to his chest uselessly, Master lightly stroked his own cock.

Watching Kaito flail around, unable even to protect himself from Master... It was a heady, potent sensation. Master almost felt lightheaded himself.

Kaito was his, now. Master could do anything. Even if Kaito tried to fight, he would fail. Kaito belonged only to Master. Master would prove it, again, and again, prove it through Kaito's screams and tears, that only Master could touch the lovely blue-haired Vocaloid.

Only Master could touch him, in his most intimate of places.