Hey guys! This chapter is going to be a lot longer then the first one! Hope you enjoy it!~~ There's more about what's happening, and more details about Izaya and his little plans~


"Crack" "Pop" "Rip" You hear the sounds of a door opening and a playful laugh fading into the room. You felt cold. Cold, as if naked. Perhaps those were also sounds of clothing being ripped off your skinny frame? No. You still had your lacy black, bra and panties on. Your also blind; Unable to see as a blindfold covered your black eyes. Your face also felt sticky, as though your mascara was smeared from crying previously. You blush, feeling your cheeks heat up and you felt as though the man in the room can also feel it. You began to hear footsteps and his breathing a bit. He was walking closer. You began to shiver, feeling the bed sink down a bit and now you know; He was sitting right beside you. Frightened, you squirm and whimper. However; you couldn't move far from him. You hear shackles jingle and now you realize.. you were hand cuffed to the bed, arms and legs spread with all your naked glory.

The room was cold and damp. There was nothing around besides the bed you laid on, a light above you and a single chair. The cuffs you were previously attached to were hooked onto the wall besides the bed and on the floor for your ankles. There was only a single door; which had light shining from the bottom cracks. There was no windows and it seemed to be a prison. On the wall In front of the bed, There was a large mirror, though it was dirty and dusty.

"So now.. are you awake, my little pet?" His voice said softly. His voice was calming and soft.. almost as if he was taking in the sight of you. "Sorry you have to be naked love. But I couldn't leave my fingerprints all over the crime scene~ though.. You do have some coverage.~" You bite your lip a bit, and nor for a mere second.. you stop trembling.

"W-what crime scene?" you ask curiously. Your voice cracked a bit. Your lips chapped and mouth dry, and you felt as though you were going days without water. "Ah the one of me kidnapping you of course!~~" He giggled. You suddenly felt his warm palm on your upper chest. Though you can't see, you felt his amusing stare, piercing your body like knives. It made you rather nervous. "You have to admit, it was quite romantic! A girl followed by a admire, given love letters and now.." He paused. "Your mine!"

"Let m-me go!" You stuttered. "..but why Y/N? Your mine.. You do love me to! Don't you?" he responded in a small, saddened voice. He moved, leaning closer. You felt his hand on the back of your head now, and immediately you can see. You blink, feeling your vision began to become clear once again. You look over to see him. "Handsome.." Your voice whispers. He smiled more.

"ah! Did you say I'm handsome? You must be trying to win over my most love and affection!" He said, standing up and doing a short spin. He was acting a bit dramatic with his words and gestures. "b-but didn't you just say.. you loved me?" you ask, confused. He looked down at you, and began to laugh.

"Hahaha! Oh my! Little pet.. I love all humans!" he sighed. He placed his hand over his heart and closed his eyes, tilting his head up a bit. "I love them all.. I love each and every one of them! They're so easy to break and so fun to manipulate! Humans are like glass. Everyone knows they are fragile yet they are so careless of each other!" He chuckled. He pulled out his switch knife from his pocket, licking the tip a bit. He paused and clicked his tongue. You looked at him, afraid. "w-what are you-"

"-Yet! You know something? The flexible one's are harder to bend.. but the stubborn ones are faster to break!" He interrupted. He then pointed the knife at you, smirking. "Y/N, you're in the same boat as the other little Guinea pigs of this world! I love you all the same. No more and no less! The only difference?" He kneeled down beside you. You tried pulling away, trying not to cry again out of pure fear. Nothing but fear. It filled your chest as if you were suffocating and it made your stomach knot up a bit.

"..I find you more interesting than them all. I kill them. And I'm going to resist the urge of killing you too. Now.. we're going to dinner!" He stood up happily. He walked over to the single chair and grabbed the clothing off of it. He then walked back over, practically throwing them on you before beginning to unlock the shackles around your wrists and ankles. The cuffs lift your skin red and a bit bruised. He smiled, seeing the marks. Touching the painful lines deep into your flesh, you wince.

"Now change and meet me out in the living room when you are ready." He commanded. He began walking over to the door. He opened it, pausing. "Oh and one more thing.. If you say anything about this, what I do, and that your being forced to stay here against your will…" He turned his head slightly to look at you.

"I'll slit your throat like the dirty pig you are." He mumbled, glaring. His eyes were shallow and emotionless. He turned back around, walking out and closing the door behind him.

You froze, shaking as the constant tears began to stream down your cheeks. "Please someone… Help me!" Your mind screamed out desperately. You held your breath, thinking to yourself.

"I-I have to escape.." You whispered. You looked around, noticing the condition of the room. "how many girls has he kept locked up in here?" You wonder. "Hurry up!" You heard the other call angrily. You hesitantly obliged, standing up weakly as you dressed. You blushed at the outfit he's given you. It was a mini skirt with a thong, and a matching see through crop top that had sleeves, and with a white bra. You looked at the mirror, standing. You looked so vulnerable, your naughty bits a little visible as well. You now look at the door, slowly walking up to it. It creaked as you opened it and the sudden light began to blind you. It was like the heaven gates.

Izaya sat there in his usual black, His fuzzy jacket beside him. There was a table in front of him and what looked like a checker board. There were strange game pieces and you wonder, "why would he be playing this sort of game by himself?" However, that answer was irrelevant. The living room was well lit with large windows and lights on. There was a second story that was set up to be like a loft, which contained a desk and chair as well as a computer. You look to the left, seeing a couple decorative plants and a large bookshelf. But beyond that.. something else caught your eye.

A jar with a women's head in it.

You take a step back, looking at the other as if he was a crazy man. He smiled, standing up. "Ah my, you look so gorgeous!" He chuckled. He walked over, grabbing your hand tightly and pulled you towards the door. You struggled a bit, but then refused to resist. "I'll slit your throat like the dirty pig you are." His threat still rang in your head, fresh. He's already cut his message into your arm, there's not a chance he wouldn't do that as well. "I-izaya.." you whispered. He stopped, looking down at you. "T-the letters you sent.. Y-your name's, Izaya Orihara. Right?" You asked shyly.

"You are correct. Surprised you remember from the first letter I've sent." He replied back. He looked up, glancing at the head before now continuing to pull you towards the door once more. You were about to ask him about the head, but decided not to. The sunlight was warm, and the air somewhat chilly. He pulled you to his car, immediately opening the door and throwing you inside. You whimpered, feeling anxious as he walked around and climbed in. He looked over to you, resting a hand on your inner thigh. He smirked, feeling you trembling,

"mn,. Don't worry pet. I won't touch you. Not unless I'm drunk or I just need to relieve myself.. Your shy one. Tell me, have you ever done it with a guy?" He asked, teasing. You didn't know what to say. You shook your head no. Embarrassed, you close your eyes tightly and look away. He smirked in amusement, sliding his hand up more. "S-stop it.." You whispered desperately, biting your lip. You felt the two rings he wore, yet your thighs were heating them up a bit. He waited a bit before retracting his hand back.

He placed it on the steering wheel, releasing the parking brake after turning the car on. "Ah such a young girl indeed. I take it.. Your one of the stubborn ones." He chuckled to himself. He backed up and then switched the gear, beginning to drive. He rested his chin on his other hand, leaning against his side of the door slightly. You nervously look at him from the corner of your eye. Your bangs covered your face and hid your eyes a bit so he couldn't notice. Even so of your situation, the only thing that was driving you off edge.. was where he was taking you.