Author's Note: Today in Tokyo Ghoul week is Gluttony, or Minor Character Day! As such, here's the next chapter of Cry Alone. Don't worry, you'll be seeing more Naki soon! There's a reason next chapter is titled 'The Guard'. Well, hope you enjoy! Warning: Kidnapping, imprisonment below.
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You don't know how long you slept, but by the time you wake up the voices are gone. Your head is clearer, at least, and although your body aches when you slowly haul it up into a sitting position, at least now you can move.
You make a low groan as you rub your back. Were you lying on the ground? Rubbing your eyes blearily and looking down, you see the surface you were really on wasn't much better. You'd been lying on a small, cold mattress that was, itself, as hard as the ground, and only separated from said ground by about a foot, held up by the thin steel bars of the frame.

Looking around, you could see you were in a dark grey room. The walls and floor seemed to be made out of the same material, and the only furniture in the cell was the mattress you were currently on. On the side of the room you could just make out a small recess in the wall, hidden by a thin, flimsy white curtain. You struggle to your feet, putting your hand on the cold wall for support, and stumble to the curtain. You pull it back gently, since anymore force looks like it would rip it down, and because you can barely gather up any extra strength. Behind the curtain is a small bathroom, with a toilet and a small shower.

You briefly wonder why there's a shower here when this room seems designed to be as uncomfortable as possible, but shake your head as your struggle to think just makes your head throb painfully. Turning back to the bed, you see something you missed before: underneath the small frame is a plastic bag, and you can see the familiar head of a bottle of water there.

Stumbling over as quickly as you can, you grab the bag, fall back onto the bed, and open the bottle. You chug half the water before you realise you should probably conserve it, not knowing how much you'll get, and reluctantly replace the cap and put the bottle away.

Also in the bag is a sandwich wrapped in plastic, and your stomach rumbles audibly at the sight. You rip open the package and wolf the sandwich down. All you can taste is dry bread and sharp cheese, but it's like a five star meal with how ravenous you are. You don't even bother trying to save any for later, since even after finishing it you're still hungry, although it's at least bearable now.

Now that you're hunger and thirst are slightly satiated, you lean back against the wall your bed is pressed against, and start to gather your thoughts.

You wish you hadn't, because now you're starting to realise just what a bad, bad situation you're in.

Now, the words from the men before start to come back to you. A cold sweat breaks out over your skin.

You're going to be imprisoned in this small cell for who knows how long. And the only way out…was a path to your death.

You begin to breathe faster, your heart beating so fast you can see the room start to spin before you. Everything is starting to sink in; all the memories come back.

There is no haze to protect you from the truth anymore.

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You could remember how it happened now. You'd been walking back to your car after picking up some food for dinner. It was such a short distance, and you had your phone firmly in your hand to call the police if anything happened. Your car was in sight, there was no one around. It was just like any other time you were walking alone at night, where nothing out of the ordinary would happen and you'd be perfectly fine. You were already thinking about if you wanted to have ice cream for dessert or if you should try something healthier and just eat the fruit cocktail you had in a can that had been sitting in the back of your cupboard for six months.

And then you heard a soft sound, like the sound of wind going by your ear. You turned your head to the side, but it has been too late. The cloth was pressed against your face with such strength and ferocity that you were pushed back into the ground. Your head probably hit it, but you can't remember that part. By that time, whatever was on that cloth had already caused you to fall unconscious.

You'd woken up every once in a while. You remember someone carrying you, someone dragging you across a cold floor, dropping you unceremoniously on a bed and slamming the door…but each time you woke up, any movement or sound was met with that cold wet cloth again. You suppose that, once you were successfully trapped in the small room, there was no need to worry about you screaming for help or trying to run. No, wherever you are now, whoever had captured you, they were positive that there was not even a small hope of escape. You were here until…until…

Until they traded you to become some ghoul's meal. You would live here, in misery and terror, until they gave you to this man to be murdered and taken apart to be his dinner.

Now, the only thing you could hope was that you would be killed quickly and painlessly. That he wouldn't start eating you until you were dead.

You pull your legs to your chest, hugging them tightly with your shaking arms. You're trying to breathe, to stay calm, but you realise there's no point. After all, what does it matter anymore?

You were dead.

There was no hope.

And worse, you would have to wait. Wait and suffer as the inevitable slowly approaches.

You press your head against your knees, and begin to cry. The tears flow slowly at first, before they start to fall like rivers. Your choked sobs echo off the cell walls, your pained cries filling the small prison. Time ticks by, but you have no idea how long. You can't stop yourself from crying, and there's no way you would finish anytime soon.

And that's when you hear the door open.

You look up, barely able to see through the blurriness of your tears. You wipe them quickly, and then look at him again.

A man with long blonde hair. An impressively tailored white suit. Red eyes.

Red eyes that are watching you curiously.

The man takes a step forward into your cell.