A present for the sadist II
Hitsugaya woke up with a headache. He tried to bring his hand to his head but found he couldn't. He found out that his hands were bound together in a large, steel table by shackles that seal one's reiatsu. The same can be said to his feet only it was bound far apart from each other. The table to which he is bound has oil spread over its surfaces. Below it is a somewhat chamber looking contraption used to store some things inside.
"You awake?" an all too familiar voice reached his ears. His head shot up to the direction of where the voice is only to see Aizen smiling maniacally, holding a lighter, a can of gas and firewood.
"Aizen?! What do you want from me? What do you plan on doing to me?" The boy demanded trying hard not to let his fear mix with his tone.
Aizen simply walked over to the boy, put the firewood at the contraption below the table, poured gas over it and set it ablaze. He then took out a knife and cut the helpless boy's clothes so that only his boxers remain.
"BASTARD!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???!!!!" the boy yelled and struggled to break free of the shackles but to no avail.
Aizen stared at Hitsugaya's toned sculpture. He's quite surprised that a boy like this could have such a toned chest and abs. This only motivated him to go further. He thought that the boy is absolutely adorable, adorable to the point that it became the reason for his own downfall.
"Hitsugaya-kun, I never thought your body is well built. That means that you don't rely on reiatsu alone when fighting. Good for you" That said, the sadist started to draw upon the pitiful boy's bare chest with the dagger a symbol.
Hitsugaya hissed and arched his chest high up as he tried his best not to scream. He knows that Aizen would feed upon his pain.
"Destructive art 91: Hell fire" Aizen whispered as he looked at the symbol he drew glow. This time, Hitsugaya screamed in pure agony as the symbol burned not his skin but his insides. He also tried to shift his position as the steel table start to conduct heat coming from the flame below.
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!...STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!... MAKE IT STOP!!!...PLEASE…MAKE IT STOP!!!!" Hitsugaya yelled, cried and begged as he struggled and squirmed to try and break free.
The boy squirmed and tried his hardest to shift to a position where it won't hurt but to no avail. He could feel his internal organs being burned and his muscles tighten and contract as if someone is squeezing it to its limits.
"It won't stop unless you ask nicely" Aizen replied with a sadistic tone. The reaction he got from the boy was more than he expected. "Ask nicely and calmly…no yells and no struggles" he added adding power to the kidou making it 10 times more painful for the boy. He observed how the veins pop out of the boy's entire body suggesting the muscles being contracted creating pain beyond tolerance. The toned muscles of the captive became more and more definite as they hardened and contracted in a futile attempt to relieve the pain brought about by the burning organs they protect.
"BASTARD!!!!" the boy retorted.
"Fine, have it your way" the sadist increased the kidou once more making it around 100 times more painful than the first increase.
The boy hissed desperately trying to prevent himself from yelling, tears fell out of his eyes as he accepted defeat and surrendered to Aizen's desire. "Stop it…please stop it….I'm begging you…please…" Hitsugaya begged. "…Have mercy" he added with a whisper.
Aizen smiled, more than satisfied with the pitiful boy's beg. He is quite astonished as he took note on how he went from a bored-to-death-corpse to a blissful-happy-go-lucky-child just because of the boy. He knows that no one would provide more entertainment than this silver haired child.
Hitsugaya, on the other hand, tried his best to get out of the table. The heat from the fire being conducted by the steel table coupled with oil is really starting to literally cook his back. He can't believe he just went from a prideful-captain to a begging-figure. Tears ran freely down his cheeks as hopelessness start to engulf his entire self.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" the boy's scream could be heard throughout the whole palace as Aizen start to violently hit his left leg with a spike ball.
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!….STOP IT!!!" Hitsugaya could hear his bones crack and break under the force of the impacts
"Ask nicely" Aizen is enjoying himself as he watched the leg go limp. He then moved to his victim's right arm and did the same.
Once more, the boy tried not to scream to make a statement free of yells. "Stop….it hurts….please stop it"
"No way. What will I gain if I stop?" Aizen's craving to torture the boy is growing every second. He knows that he won't be able to this every time due to some business with his espada. But he plans to torture the boy every minute. His desire to see the boy tremble, beg, cry and break is starting to overwhelm him.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!" Hitsugaya is now getting really desperate
"Your not gonna make me stop with that attitude, boy" Aizen is now drooling as more and more sadistic ideas flooded his mind.
Tears now fell like water falls on Hitsugaya's cheeks. "Stop…please stop….I'll do anything you want….anything just please stop" he finally gave in to Aizen's desire.
A more sadistic grin crept across Aizen's face as things he could do to his new toy flooded his mind once more.
'No Aizen!!! He's no longer a toy' he told himself as he stopped hitting the boy and backed away a few inches to see his handy work 'he's now a slave…your slave'. He's actually satisfied with his workmanship. The sadist especially likes the sight of the boy's battered and wounded chest. The torn flesh, burned back (although he can't see it, it is evident because of the tell tale marks by his slave's sides), broken and wounded left leg and right arm and of course, the boy's face filled with pain, agony, anguish, sorrow, despair, desperation and fear.
"Excellent" Aizen whispered, malice laced in his voice. He then dove down and licked the tears off the boy's face. "From now on, you are mine and mine alone. You are my personal slave. You will obey each and every single one of my command. You'll refer to me as 'Aizen-sama'". He whispered in the now helpless boy's ear "you are my pet, my toy and my slave got that? And you will act like one understand?"
Hitsugaya gave a weak and shaky nod. A nod filled with pure fear and panic. The sadist smiled and left the room leaving the boy to sob in his own grief. 'somebody………anybody…………………please……help me'