Chapter 3 – Body's Violation
Shiki strikes at me, again and again. What's worse is that his image now repeats in my mind. The eyes and touch of my master are such a burden of a memory to carry. I hate him...
"Quit fucking around and let me go!"
His master's words were getting to be a lot for Akira to handle. It was violation after violation through Akira's hearing. He covered his ears, trying to block out Shiki's horrible words and sounds. He practically trembled and finally bent down, screaming at the top of his breath. His aster stood there, with that same sinister smile.
"Maybe now, you'll learn to be a little quieter."
"I hate you… so much."
"I could care less."
Shiki started advancing towards him very slowly, sitting himself down on the bed, next to Akira. The young slave backed away from him and started growling. He didn't like the way his master was looking at him, almost like he wanted to do something to him but what could be worse than the braces and the collar? Shiki suddenly grabbed Akira forcefully by the neck, almost choking him.
"Such a misbehaved slave… deserves another punishment."
"Stay the hell away from me!"
"Why don't you face it? You want to be broken…"
The master's covered hand started slowly moving up his slave's shirt. Akira froze at that moment when he wanted to speak. The touch of his master's hand was soft, but yet it felt so painful to him. Akira couldn't even speak, not with Shiki's touch going around him. Finally he got the courage to move and speak. He squirmed with a little movement and opened his mouth.
"N-no… more…"
"You should have more…"
Akira suddenly felt his master's hand on his chest, stroking repeatedly. His face turned red, along with the expression of what looked like agony. It was just touching his skin, but to him, it felt like knives stabbing him. In his version of hell, Akira felt like Shiki's touch on his bare chest was a demon, trying to eat him alive from the inside. He couldn't believe what was happening and kept squirming with every little movement he could get out of himself. Before Akira knew it, tears appeared out of his eyes and his whole body trembled.
"Let's make you cry for help."
His eyes went wide after that was said to him. This was total violation of Akira's body and mind, his version of hell was what he felt right now. The painful touch dove deeper and deeper into Akira's body and it hurt him a great deal. He started gasping for air as he could feel Shiki's other hand coming down his waist and down his legs. He could barely even move an inch as he felt his master's tongue up and down his neck as well.
All three combined… this wasn't even Akira's own Hell anymore but something worse. It was a place in his own mind that was so filthy and smelled of a thousand rotting corpses. There was no ray of light in which he could say… nothing but blood red atmosphere. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and knelt down before Shiki's presence. Akira's master let go of him and licked his hand. It was almost like he enjoyed the taste of his slave's skin.
"So that's all it takes?"
"No more… leave me alone!"
Shiki just smiled cruelly and stood up. Akira could still remember his touch and his voice resonating from his neck to his ear. He didn't want to engrave that into his memory, but it kept coming back now. His master grabbed his sword and opened the door, going out for the second time. Akira looked back at him, more angry yet motionless. He couldn't even say a word back right now.
"That's a good boy… for now."
The master in black laughed cruelly in his own deep voice. When Shiki finally left, Akira just laid there, still unable to get his master's touch out of his mind. It kept repeating over and over and the same pain from that touch was felt on his skin repeatedly. He was unlike any other master he's been with before. All that they gave were physical wounds and they weren't even serious, but he did have scars. But Shiki was entirely different… he practically molested Akira with a bit of a sexual touch just now! Not to mention his words were almost total violation of his hearing.
Something was strange though… he couldn't stop thinking about his master for some reason. It didn't make sense either because Akira knew that he hated Shiki with a passion. While these thoughts raced through his head, he tossed and turned on the bed. His face full of shame and tears started pouring out of him.
"Shit… this is the worst."
That same night, while Akira was sleeping, he had images throughout his head. They were the exact same images of that moment, when Shiki had touched him. He tossed and turned, trying to get them to stop. Finally, he screamed in his sleep and shot up. Akira just had a nightmare… of what happened today too. This was almost too much for him to bear anymore.
Shiki's touch, his eyes, his words, almost everything… kept repeating over and over in Akira's head. He didn't know why because he absolutely hated his master. He had to relieve himself of all this. Seeing the collar still around his neck, Akira wanted it off for good so he could get away and finally leave. Even loosened a tiny bit, it still felt tight and heavy against his body, like a weight. Akira pulled and pulled at the strap of the collar but it wouldn't come off. Throughout the entire night, he tried to get it off, but the braces around his wrists made it difficult for him to get it off. Pretty soon, with the last of the blood circulation to his hands, Akira got a hold of the strap and pulled it off completely.
With the collar off, Akira was gasping for air. He felt like he didn't get any for 3 days straight, with all the chains and other restraints on him. But he couldn't move his hands or feet anymore, thanks to the leather braces. When Akira looked at his hands and feet, the skin was a pale white with a hint of light blue. If the braces weren't taken off soon, his hands and feet would be chopped off! But then again… Akira didn't really care. Being too exhausted for anything else, Akira finally fell asleep, with a great weight lifted off of him.
In the morning, rain against the window awoke Akira from his sleep. He wanted to rise up, but the braces prevented him from doing so. He had no more nightmares after that short event in the middle of the night. Luckily he could finally breathe again, but he couldn't move, which didn't look good for Akira. At that time, he was wondering when hell was gonna come again…
Akira's wish was granted. Beyond the door, a fluid movement could be heard coming up the stairs. Fear was struck to him, as he recognized the footsteps immediately. They were distinct and could never be mistaken. The door opened up and there stood Shiki, his cruel master.
"I assume you enjoyed your time alone."
"Shut up. I hate you."
He was about to speak when Shiki saw that the collar was off. He knew it Akira because who else would? He was amused but also not happy at the same time. He was amused by the fact that Akira did want to be broken, but also not happy that he took it off. It was probably time… he had to break him in order to give him what he wanted. Shiki moved closer toward Akira with that same cruel smile that stung Akira's heart and skin, along with his breath frozen.
"Don't touch me!"
His master didn't listen of course. Shiki took the braces off forcefully and without warning, he place a blindfold over Akira's eyes. The young slave couldn't move and couldn't see what was going on. For the first time ever, he felt afraid what would happen to him. Shiki lifted up his face as tears could be seen escaping from Akira's blindfold.
"No… stop!"
"I've punished you and you disobey."
"Don't… touch… me."
"You will be broken… by my hands."
END OF CHAPTER 3
A/N: Things are really heating up between Shiki and Akira. What did he mean by "breaking" Akira? What waits for him now that Shiki will no longer accept his rash behavior? Find out in chapter 4, with the first "breaking" scene!
