Tsuzuki went into Lyssette's dressing room after the security was gone. "Lyssette may I speak with you?" Tsuzuki sat beside her. Lyssette nodded. "Lyssette are you ill?" Lyssette shook her head. "Is someone hurting you?" Lyssette hesitated. Muraki had wanted Lyssette to lure Tsuzuki to him. Lyssette nodded. "Can you tell me who?" She shook her head. She grabbed a pen and paper and wrote out: 'But I can show you.' Tsuzuki smiled,"Then show me." Lyssette got up and took his hand. She pulled him out of the room, looking around cautiously. Lyssette led Tsuzuki back to her home. She shut and locked the front door then took Tsuzuki back to her room. It was full of dolls in frilly dresses and curls. Her bed was a large canopy style bed with heavy curtains draped down around the bed, concealing it from view. Lyssette put up her hand in the 'wait a minute' motion.
Lyssette crawled into her bed, disappearing behind the curtains from Tsuzuki's view. Tsuzuki watched. After a minute or two there was a sound from the bed that sounded like a strangled animal. "Lyssette!" Tsuzuki rushed over and pulled back the curtains. His eyes widened. Lyssette was laying on a shirtless Muraki. He was in his white pants and they were undone. Muraki had one of his hands down the top of her dress. She had her nails clawing at the skin of Muraki's chest. "Lyssette?"
"My, my, Mr. Tsuzuki. . . How rude of you to interrupt my sweet, little doll and I," Muraki took Lyssette's hand and kissed it,"Be a dear, Lyssette." He put Lyssette's hand into his pants. After a second Muraki hissed in pleasure. "Good girl. . Mmm. ."
"Muraki, you bastard. . " Tsuzuki looked away.
"Mmm. . . Mr. Tsuzuki, look at me," Muraki put his hand over Lyssette's and rubbed it harder,"Just like that Lyssette." Muraki looked at Tsuzuki, "Come now Mr. Tsuzuki, you want to watch. Why not join in?" Muraki looked at Lyssette,"Lyssette, be a good girl and help Mr. Tsuzuki out."
Lyssette got up and walked over to Tsuzuki. He looked at her gently. Lyssette reached for Tsuzuki's belt but Tsuzuki grabbed her wrists. "No, Muraki, how dare you make her-!" Muraki cut him off.
"Mr. Tsuzuki, let's talk else where," Muraki got up. He kissed Lyssette, "Rest my sweet, little doll." Muraki led Tsuzuki into his bedroom. "What is it you find so upsetting?" Muraki asked as he poured some liquor into a glass.
"That you're having sex with her! Violent sex! Shes a child" Tsuzuki growled.
"Lyssette is nineteen years old despite her appearence and if you recall, in Japan, there is no legal age of sexual consent," Muraki sipped his liquor. "Aside from that I love to be inside her. She's so tight and innocent. And she's all mine. She obeys every command I give her. She loves me. Her father left her in my care for the past six years. After he died I became her sole guardian."
"You son of a bitch!" Tsuzuki charged at Muraki but Muraki grabbed Tsuzuki and pinned him to the bed. "You've been raping and torturing her since she was thirteen! You're sick! You bastard!"
"I've cared for her for the past six years. I've only been making love to her for the past year or so. Really Mr. Tsuzuki, what kind of deviant do you take me for? I love younger lovers, but I draw the line at children. But this particular little doll is amazing. So willing to be my slave. To make love and play and give me release whenever I desire it, wherever I desire it," Muraki kissed Tsuzuki's neck.
"Sick bastard. . " Tsuzuki growled.
"You keep calling me that but you love this," Muraki held both of Tsuzuki's wrists with one hand and moved his other hand down to Tsuzuki's groin, rubbing him. "Look how aroused you are."
Lyssette was just outside the door, listening. "L-Let go of me!" Tsuzuki demanded.
"Be my new toy, Mr Tsuzuki. Give me the pleasure we both long for," Muraki chuckled. Lyssette's eyes widened. Muraki wanted Tsuzuki insted of her? "Don't make me beg, Mr. Tsuzuki. . ." Muraki purred. Then their was a loud crash. Tsuzuki took the oppurtunity to escape from the distracted Muraki. He got up.
"Lyssette!" Tsuzuki ran toward the crash. He found Lyssette on the floor of the kitchen, glass all around her. She was bleeding. "Muraki!" Tsuzuki picked Lyssette up. "Muraki, she's hurt." Tsuzuki said as Muraki walked into the kitchen. Lyssette's hands and wrists were bleeding.
Muraki examined her injuries then saw the teapot on the floor with broken china cups. "Little doll was making us tea." Muraki sat her on the couch and bandaged her hands and wrists. Tsuzuki watched him. Muraki was being truly gentle, caring. That was unlike him. "What's wrong, Mr. Tsuzuki?"
"You actually care about her?" Tsuzuki asked.
"Would I have taken her in if I didn't?" Muraki kissed her lips. "I'm a sadomasochist, Mr. Tsuzuki, I'm a sexual deviant, I'm a murderer. But even I had friends once upon a December."
Lyssette giggled. Anastacia was her favourite movie. "Muraki, you beat this girl. . . You sexually terrorize her. ." Tsuzuki said.
"I do not terrorize her," Muraki looked at Tsuzuki. "Everything we do together Lyssette has agreed to. She never told me no. Well, except last night when I told her to hit me."
"You asked her to hurt you as well?" Tsuzuki frowned, "That's cruel, Muraki. She loves you."
"She doesn't hurt me. She just hits me," Muraki smiled. "It feels good. You should try it."
"You strangled her," Tsuzuki huffed.
Muraki pulled Lyssette agenst him, her head on his chest. He stroked her hair as Lyssette curled up like a kitten against him. "Hm, Yes. . . I do need to be more gentle with my sweet, little doll. I almost broke her neck last time," Muraki ran a soft finger over the bruises. "But the look on her face when I do it. . Mmm. . Mr. Tsuzuki it is divine. Would you like to watch?"
"No, you son of a bitch!" Tsuzuki barked and Lyssette jumped. "I should drag you to hell just for looking at this girl."
"Tsuzuki! There you are!" Hisoka appeared beside his partner.
"Hisoka, how'd you find me?" Tsuzuki blinked.
"Your power spiked. I felt your anger," Hisoka looked over at Lyssette, seeing Muraki. Rage filled him. "Muraki. . ." He growled viciously.