WARNING!This chapter contains violence/physical abuse and murder and may be disturbing to some people. There is no rape.
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It had happened so fast. Men in black suits had swarmed the room placing a sack on each person's head and hitting a pressure point to knock them out. Screams and terrified cries rang out. Kuroko pulled himself into a corner trying to escape being noticed, but it was futile. One of the men noticed and lunged, pinning him down instantly. He felt the bag being placed over his head and everything went dark. He passed out.
It was quieter when he came to and he could feel cold water raining down on him. Only a few muffled moans were audible. He couldn't make out anything he saw and he realized the sack was still over his head. He closed his eyes and turned his thoughts to what his other senses could pick up the way Akashi had taught him. He smiled inwardly. Who knew he would actually have to put into practice the lessons Akashi had taught him in case he ever ended up in a bad situation. The lessons were annoying and sometimes seemed cruel, but he understood now why Akashi had put him through such things. As the lover of a Yakuza boss, there was always danger. Kuroko hoped he would live long enough to tell Akashi thank you…..and that Akashi would live long enough as well.
Pushing the sentimental thoughts from his mind, he started taking inventory of the stimulus his various senses picked up. The water was steady, so it was more likely a sprinkler or a shower than rain. He couldn't smell the outdoors. He had a slight head ache, probably from hitting his head at some point. There was a gag in his mouth and his wrists and ankles were tied with a thick rope. There were some rope burns and new bruises, but no other new injuries. He could feel the cold floor beneath his body, likely cement. It felt like the cage, but the light that came in through the sack on his head was too bright. The cage only had a single dim light. It could be one of the rooms they used for breaking them in, but something told him it wasn't.
When the men in suits busted in through the door, Akihito knew something was wrong. There were far too many of them and they had what looked a bit like burlap potato sacks in their hands. Akihito nudged Ayase who was curled up beside him.
"Don't struggle." Akihito whispered. Ayase only stared at him in terror. The older blond didn't have a chance to look for Misaki or Kuroko before the screams of several of the boys rang out and the room burst into chaos. He watched in horror as the men in suits tackled each boy and pulled the burlap over their heads before causing their bodies to go limp. His terror was brief as he felt something hit him and the blackness engulf him.
The unconscious boys were stripped and dragged into a large shower room and thrown to the floor. A few who had managed to maintain a bit of consciousness squirmed, but there was little they could do with their arms and legs bound. The men in suits turned the showers on and let the cold water fall on the bodies till someone deemed them all to be conscious. The showers were turned off and the sacks removed from the faces of each boy.
Misaki stared in horror as his eyes adjusted to the bright light. He tried to scream, but something in his mouth made it come out as little more than a muffled groan. He looked at each of the boys in the room searching for three familiar faces.
Before he could find them, the sound of a gun firing silenced everyone and drew all attention to the door way where a man in an expensive blue suit with a smug grin stood.
"Silence!" The man in a black suit behind Mr. Blue (as Misaki decided to call the man in the blue suit) shouted, although there was no need since the gunshot had already silenced the occupants of the room.
Mr. Blue stepped further in to the room and took a moment to look into each boys eyes enjoying the fear in each pair. Then he chuckled. It was a low, crude, unnerving chuckle that send shivers throughout Misaki's body.
"I bet you all are wondering why you were brought to this room." Mr. Blue snickered with an amused expression and paused as if waiting for a response. No one budged. No one spoke. Misaki doubted that anyone even blinked. Mr. Blue didn't seem to care as he resumed.
"It would seem there are those among you who have yet to understand their place here." Mr. Blue's voice was now deadly cold. He stared the boys down with a murderous glare, but his lips were still pulled slightly upwards in a frightening grin. He began to pace the front of the room. "It would seem that there are those among you who still cling to hope." he spat on one of the bodies near him before kicking the boy and continuing with his pacing. "It seems that some of you even believe yourselves to still be human. So, it is my job to come and set you straight." He stopped and faced the frightened eyes that stared at him.
"You are not human. You are not even dogs. It is thanks to my kind and generous heart that you are even allowed to still breathe. Yet some of you have turned your back on my generosity. I think it's time I show you all what happens to bad boys who misbehave." Mr. Blue made a gesture towards the door and several more men in black suits entered dragging three naked boys behind them. The boys had chains attached to cuffs on their wrists in place of ropes. The chains were attached to hooks from the ceiling and each boy was pulled up till their toes just barely touched the floor.
"Let this be a lesson to you all. You are nothing! You are no longer human. You aren't even rats! You exist because I allow you to do so. You breathe because I allow you to breathe." He spoke as several men in black suits pulled out whips. As Mr. Blue continued to speak, his voice was accompanied by the sounds of leather breaking skin and muffled cries.
"You live to serve me. You are alone. You have no power over your own life or death. I choose when you die. I am God. I am your king!" The man began laughing as he took a whip from one of the other men and began bringing it down on one of the boys hanging. "I will only warn you once. Don't even think about escaping. There is nothing left for you outside. You are damaged goods. Your family believes you are dead. And I promise you," he added with a terrifying grin, "if you do manage to escape me, it will be the ones you love most who will pay the price."
Mr. Blue snapped the whip one more time as hard as he could. "I'm bored. Let's get this over with." He nodded to the men in black suits. Mr. Blue produced a gun from inside his coat. He aimed it at the first boy. "Sweet dreams." He whispered, although loudly enough for most in the room to hear. The gun fired and the body went limp. He moved to the second boy who was frozen in shock and placed the gun to the boys temple. The second shot rang out. For the third boy, Mr. Blue smirked sadistically and shoved the gun between the boys butt cheeks and fired two rounds. The eyes of the third boy took on a haunting look before losing the last ounce of life.
No one moved. No one dared make a sound. Wide eyes stared in shock, but the scene only continued to get worse. The men in black suits didn't remove the cuffs of the dead boys. Instead, one of the men pulled out a sword and cut each boy's body down at the wrist leaving their bloody corpses to sink to the floor and the hands left hanging in the air.
"Now you know what happens to those who do not wish to accept my generosity." Mr. Blue smirked at the corpses before shouting. "Give the rest another 'lesson' before putting them back in the cell. It is not only those who misbehave who will be punished. You will all share in the punishment. Perhaps that will help you think twice before defying me again." The man left the room.
The living boys were strung up in a similar manner to the other three and whipped. After the skin broke, they were given a choice. Beg for the drugs. Beg for the chance to live. Or continue to be whipped till the men grew tired of it or until the boy was no longer conscious. Some begged immediately. Others held out briefly before giving in. Misaki was one of the ones to give in without hesitation. Akihito took the deal right away as well but only with great reluctance because he knew it was the logical choice. Kuroko was the last one to actually give in. Only two never gave it. One died from choking on their own vomit. Ayase never once begged for his life.