A part two of sorts to 'Lust'. Very dark, god knows what kind of mood I was in when I wrote this.
Warnings: Contains implied rape, violence and language.
Wrath
Taki rose, panting. He looked down at the pitiful creature at his feet and sneered.
The great Shuichi Shindou. Reduced to a whimpering pile at his feet.
He laughed cruelly.
"Did you enjoy that, Shu-chan?"
Shindou coughed uncontrollably.
"Go to hell you bastard." The words were probably intended to be strong and threatening. Instead they came out weak and feeble.
Normally, Taki would have laughed. But not this time. Rage filled him.
"What did you say, you filthy bitch?" He screamed. "How dare you!"
He kicked Shindou square in the ribs, causing him to double up in pain.
"Hey, Taki!" On of his thugs called. "You've had your fun, now move over and let us have a turn."
"Shut up! Did you forget who's paying you? You should be fucking grateful you're here, now shut up and don't complain!"
"What's the point of us even being here if you're just gonna kill the kid before we even get a chance?"
"I told you to shut up!" Taki shrieked at the man. "Don't you fucking question me!"
He aimed another kick at Shindou, catching him in the chest.
"You think you're so great don't you? Prancing around stage, in your little slutty outfits, and going home to your slutty little boyfriend! You stupid faggot!"
Each word was punctuated with a blow to the wretched child. Then he felt strong arms restraining him.
"Taki, enough! Leave some for the rest of us alright. If you kill him, who are we going to fuck? Hmm?" The implications of those words hung heavily in the already tense air.
"Fine. He's yours." Taki spat once on the boy and stalked out of the parking lot.
His eyes were burning with the wrath pent up inside of him.