A/N: Hope people are enjoying my story so far! I know there are people out there who are as twisted as me and waiting for more torture. Thunder is booming around me right now: perfect atmosphere for writing this! I have to say I was having fun looking up many torture devices on the internet at two in the morning. Although most of them resulted in death- I think I picked out some useful ones.

Chapter 3:

Ayumu's eyes tried to close, but he forced himself to stay awake. With no windows in the basement, Ayumu had no clue how long he had been there. After attaching the Heretic Fork around his neck, Katsu just disappeared up the stairs and hadn't returned for what seemed like days. Ayumu tested to see if he could lightly rest his chin on the device, but it was sharpened to the point where the slightest pressure pierced his flesh.

It wouldn't have been so bad if Ayumu could have lain down on the floor, but the shackles made that impossible. All he could do was sit up and focus to make sure his head stayed up. After forcing himself awake for days, Ayumu thought he couldn't handle it anymore. His eyes felt heavy and all he wanted to do was sleep, but at the same time Ayumu didn't want to give in. He didn't know how much damage this device could cause.

Dry blood trailed from Ayumu's chin down to his chest from the times he faltered. Ayumu had never felt this exhausted in his life. Never before had he wanted to sleep so badly. The longer he was awake, the more he had to concentrate on keeping his head up.

Ayumu was so focused on staying awake he barely heard the footsteps coming from the stairs.

"Good morning," Katsu yawned.

Ayumu strained his eyes forward to see Katsu still in blue pajamas and a cup of coffee in her hand. Her hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail and she looked like anyone would on a normal morning.

"I see you've been keeping your head up," Katsu smiled, taking a sip of her coffee.

"How long has it been?" Ayumu strained to say, the movement of his throat making the points breaking his skin once again.

"Four days," Katsu answered. She set her cup down and walked over to Ayumu, unhooking the device from his throat.

As soon as Katsu pulled it away, Ayumu's head went limp and his eyes closed.

"You can't sleep yet," Katsu laughed, reaching up and unshackling his wrists. Ayumu was too exhausted to do anything but fall towards the ground, wanting nothing but to sleep. Katsu pulled him back up and grabbed his arms, hooking them up to different shackles so that they were spread out on either side of him. Ayumu's head remained down with no energy to even look at what was going on.

"You're so obedient," Katsu giggled. The chains that were around Ayumu's wrists were hooked up to wheels. Katsu walked over to the one that was attached to his right arm. She continued to smile as she grabbed the wheel and slowly turned it.

Ayumu's eyes snapped open as his shoulder began to pull away. He screamed as a series of popping noises echoed slightly throughout the room. Katsu paused and with one more jerk of the wheel Ayumu's shoulder popped out of place. She laughed at Ayumu's face as it was twisted in pain and he continued to scream. She released the wheel and let his right arm land limply by his side.

Katsu crouched down in front of Ayumu as he bit down on his lip to keep himself from screaming anymore. "Don't hold it in," Katsu said, tugging on his arm and earning another short scream from him.

"H-how long do you think you'll get away with this?" Ayumu asked from clenched teeth.

"For as long as I want," Katsu smiled.

"By now they are looking for me," Ayumu said wearily. "My sister is part of the police force."

"Don't you think I know that?" Katsu laughed. "Whatever hope you have that you'll be found is nonexistent. I made sure there were no witnesses and Yaiba knew how to pick an isolated house."

"There's no such thing as no evidence if you look hard enough."

"Maybe," Katsu fake-sighed, "Too bad I was trained by Yaiba. Do you know how much he got away with before Kiyotaka came? He was the king of committing the perfect crimes."

"My sister will find something. It is me who is missing after all," Ayumu said, forcing a smile.

Katsu smiled. "After a couple more days will you still believe that? Hell, I'll put you in so much pain you won't be able to tell the time of day. A day will feel like a week. A week will feel like a month, and so on. You'll be too busy focusing on pushing away the pain that you won't have time to hope."

"What will you do when cops knock at your door?"

"By the time that day comes, I will be gone and they'll find your rotting corpse down here."

Ayumu got chills by the cold confidence coming from Katsu. She fully believed no one would come. But he saw her eyes waver.

"You're not as sure as you claim to be," Ayumu said. "Who are you afraid of? I don't think it's the cops."

Katsu smiled and stood up, walking back over to the wall. "You are a very observant person. You're definitely Kiyotaka's little brother."

"You didn't answer me."

Katsu glared back at Ayumu. "I don't think you're in any position to demand things of me." Katsu's face suddenly changed to a smile as she looked over her collection of torture devices. Her sudden changes of personality reminded Ayumu of Kanone. But even Kanone had his limits on how far he would go. Ayumu didn't think Katsu knew what limits even were. "What to do, what to do," Katsu mumbled as she scanned the tools. "I don't want to kill him just yet… oh! Let's go with some simplicity! Wait here," she said laughed as if Ayumu had the choice.

Ayumu watched as Katsu disappeared up the stairs. His hung his head back down instantly and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the pain coming from his shoulder. It didn't take long for darkness to overcome him.

As quickly as he had fallen asleep, Ayumu woke up with a jolt as freezing cold water was dumped on him.

"I didn't say you could sleep just yet," Katsu said, holding a bucket that used to be filled with the water. She was now dressed in shorts and a tank top and her hair was pulled up neatly. Ayumu then noticed he was no longer shackled to the wall. Instead, he was on a wooden table with each of his limbs tied to a different corner with levers. "I'm sure you've seen this before," Katsu smiled, setting down a bag she had around her shoulders. "It's called the Rack. It's also used to dislocate limbs, but don't worry, I just thought you'd like to lie down."

"Should I say thank you?" Ayumu asked.

"I'd watch that mouth of yours unless you don't want to talk again," Katsu warned. She sighed. "The hardest part about this is figuring out what to do first. Now that you're sleep deprived, did you know that your sense of pain is higher?"

Katsu pulled out a slab of sandpaper from her pocket and smiled.

Ayumu thought that was a little too simple. Out of every torture device that hung on the wall, she chose sandpaper.

Katsu started rubbing the rough paper across his left forearm. The pain made Ayumu flinch, but nothing more. He could easily keep from screaming. She continued until the skin was rubbed raw. Katsu started to hum as she placed the sandpaper aside and reached into the bag. In the short break, Ayumu felt his eyes start to close once again.

Suddenly, Ayumu's forearm began to burn worse than when Katsu had been rubbing it with sandpaper. His eyes flew open once again and looked over to where Katsu was squirting lemon juice on the raw patch of skin. Ayumu bit his lips, but he couldn't suppress the strained groans as pain shot up his arm.

Katsu stopped soaking the wound and picked up a pair of scissors. She smiled as she lightly traced the sharp end across his collarbone, making Ayumu flinch. She then moved down and cut his pants around his knees so his legs were exposed. She set aside the scissors and began grinding the sandpaper on his left leg. "If I keep you awake long enough, will you scream for me even with this?" Katsu smiled.

Ayumu's body was tense as he could feel his skin being stripped away and knowing what was to come afterwards. Katsu took her time as she watched the skin slowly turn bright red. She once again took out the bottle of lemon juice and doused the raw skin in the liquid. Katsu grinned as Ayumu let out a scream. She noticed that even with him being in pain, Ayumu barely pulled against the restraints. Katsu guessed that's what four days with no sleep did.

Katsu set aside the bottle and unhooked Ayumu from the Rack. With more strength than Ayumu thought she'd have, Katsu dragged him off and back to the wall he was originally shackled to. Ayumu was too exhausted to put up a fight. Katsu set him up and clamped the shackles on his wrists above his head once again. To Ayumu's relief, Katsu said, "That's all for today," as she wheeled the Rack through another door. Ayumu sighed and rested his head against the wall.

Ayumu felt his head being forced back more and he felt something cold wrap around his neck. He didn't have to lower his head to know what was placed there. Katsu smiled as Ayumu weakly glared at her.

"Just so you know, this was the least of the painful things that I have planned. I thought I should start off small," Katsu giggled as she skipped towards the stairs. She smiled as she walked up the steps. "Sweet dreams."