HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAITO (whatever your age is anyway)~!

I'll get straight to the point because I'm kinda in a hurry, haha.

SAKAMAKI RAITO X KAZUKA MAYU = RAIYU

Yesterday was a full moon. That's what Raito said was the reason (part of it anyway) that he acted all sick. That meant that I had been Raito's captive for about a month now.

"Come on, Bitch-chan! Just say who you belong to and I'll release you~!"

Flick…. Flick… Flick…

However, he was just as mental today.

"Beg your master to stop! Plead for mercy~! Surrender~!"

Flick… Flick… Flick…

It isn't just about the fact that I don't want to say that I belong to him anymore, it's more than that. I refuse to give in to anything he says, I refuse to give up and obey his words. It's like a competition now, and he has challenged me. I won't loose to disgusting things such as him. I will stay stubborn to my will even if it costs me my life.

And thinking about it, that is just plain stupid of me.

The thoughts stood still. I couldn't focus on a thing. I just sat there, twitching and groaning with every hit. My thighs were red now, and trembling. It hurt so bad, I couldn't ever imagine what the people enjoying stuff like this were thinking. I couldn't even think, no matter how hard I tried.

The whip slashed onto my left thigh again, right on a spot that has already had a great beating.

"Oh, it hurts a lot here? Maybe I'll do it even more then~."

It haven't hurt so much in the beginning, not enough to make me surrender or even cry. But the more it hit, the more it burned. I was as red as when you've been naked out in the winter now.

It was slammed several times on that one red and blue spot, and the screams could no longer be hidden under hissed groans. It continued to ache even when he wasn't whipping there, not that he even gave me time to feel that ache before the riding crop was back there, hitting again. The riding crop had a much longer and thicker tip that usual though.

"S..st…" I breathed heavily, the words getting forced out just turning into gasps and teeth-gritted whining.

Raito stopped his arm from moving the black leathered object harshly, letting the tip of the riding crop caress the sensitive skin instead in his lovingly soft grip. To me, it only felt more intimidating. "What, Bitch-chan~? I can't hear you."

I looked him in the eyes from behind the wet strands of hair that were supposed to be my bangs. They were almost glued to my forehead in sweat. "Stop… it…." The words sounded surprisingly strong though my pathetic appearance, receiving a disappointed sigh from the man gazing half-lidded back at me.

"Where's my 'please'?" His own words brought a smirk to his lips.

He almost got a laugh as reply, but I felt like it would be better not to waste air. Funny thing how you've still got pride even though dried tears is covering your face and new ones constantly keeps coming.

"Went for a walk along with your common sense."

The smirk disappeared.

He put the riding crop down, slowly and unbelievable softly. It felt so weird to see him do things that wasn't done roughly like that, like the way his eyes forced mine into a sadistic dance, like the way he was walking towards me right this instant.

"Say, Bitch-chan, isn't that chair really uncomfortable?" Not when you get whipped, not really. Not when you haven't slept all night, not really. You don't feel it anymore. "Maybe we should move you somewhere else."

He snapped the cuffs on my wrists and ankles open, and I was released. For a mere second, all that was going on in my thoughts was what a fucking idiot Raito is, until my body collapsed into a mess on the floor. Running hadn't worked, why would it have? I'm weak. I'm still bleeding from old wounds. I haven't walked nor eaten for 24 hours at all. It was as if the body had forgotten how to support itself.

"Oh!" Raito gazed at my worthless body in front of him, surprised. "My, my, already trying to run? What a stupid Bitch-chan. It would be useless after all, not to talk about that you're far too weak for that and wouldn't even get far."

An arm wrapped itself under my knees, the other one supporting my back. Like that, Raito carried my battened numb body bridal style to one of the corners of the room, only light getting into it was that same blue gleam that soon was going to drive my eyes crazy.

I was let down onto the floor, which made the bare skin that the remaining parts of the maid dress didn't cover cold and filled with goose bumps.

Why did he take me here? The thought was almost interrupted as I saw two shackles connected to the brick wall by chains. So that's why.

In this position on the floor, Raito had more access to injuring every part of me that the chair didn't allow him to.

The thought got me terrified.

"No! Raito, stop this!" He locked the first around my wrist, ignoring me. I could barely move, felt paralyzed. "Stop it! I don't want this! What is wrong with you!? Tonight isn't a full moon, so what's your excuse!?"

Talking, yelling at that, hurt my throat. It was hoarse, and it felt like an uncontrolled hissed whisper instead of a mighty roar such as I wanted it to be.

I was now fully bound to the wall, freezing and starving.

"You're right about that. Vampires go crazy at nights such as yesterday, when a full moon is lightning up the sky. However, the full moon is not why you're kept here. His voice was dark, not in tone but in some other way. It just sounded freezing evil.

"I noticed something strange last night, Bitch-chan. Something strange that made me really surprised, and I was even more surprised to notice that the strange thing had vanished when I came back."

I did notice that earlier tonight. When he came into the dungeon.

FLASHBACK TIME:

"Oh…! Hmm… That's really weird… Even though I felt it so strongly yesterday…"

"..What are you talking about…?"

"It really is strange though, Bitch-chan. Have you done anything weird while I was gone perhaps?"

"..What? No?"

"Nfu, let's find out if you're lying then~."

After that, he hadn't mentioned anything more about this 'strange thing' and just tortured me instead. Using whatever kind of things he could get his hands on.

"I still don't know what you're talking about." It hurt my throat so much, I couldn't even talk!

He went down to sit on his heals in front of me, two fingers had gotten their grip around my chin easily, without having to deal with any resistance.

"Does something happen to Bitch-chan as well during full moons?" He completely ignored my urge to know what he was talking about.

"Or is it something with you that can only be discovered during one?" His eyes scanned me from top to toe, not letting anything escape his gaze to hide a secret from him.

"Or maybe," Raito smirked. "you're trying to hide something from me but couldn't contain it when you were in so much pain?"

Those eyes gave away everything, making me understand in complete horror what he was going to say.

"I'll just have to torture you some more then~."

Raito went up to get a knife.

I was left alone in that dungeon again after he was done, body and mind both feeling so unbelievably exhausted that I didn't doubt for one moment that I was going to get sleep. Last time I had been refrained from letting myself sleep out of fear until Raito returned, but it wouldn't be able to do that again. I barely cared about the fact that I was alone, because unlike what my feelings had told me last night, I now felt like I'd rather be alone than in the company with Raito. Rather be in company with the devil than with Raito, or would it make any difference? Would it even be a different face?

As I wrapped my arms around in an attempt to warm myself up on the stone floor, I felt new wounds and scars ache everywhere, welcoming themselves on my body by hurting a lot more than my old ones. My thighs hurt so much, it felt like they were constantly on fire. They had even gotten cut from the riding crop, crimson liquid painting my thighs even redder than they already was.

I felt humiliated. I could bear with the pain, I had learned to do it long time ago, but not the humiliation. Not the way he scanned my pathetic appearance, not the way he ordered me around for me to survive. I couldn't stand how he easily could strip me of my clothes without me being able to do shit. And the point is that I still had some clothing left on, because the way he did it was devilishly slow, painful and the time it took was torturing my mind.

Like someone holding a gun against your head but not shooting, and you never know when they will pull the trigger. It's worse, horrible. So much that you almost wish that they could just get it done with.

These thoughts somehow lead me to sleep as my eye lids sank down, body crawling into a tighter ball.

"I love you." A voice, unfamiliar and feminine, cooed into his ear, but I couldn't help but notice how cold and false her words sounded. He, however, did not seem to notice. "More than any of the others."

Wait. The thought came suddenly, surprising me more than it should. He? Her?

I took a closer look on the couple, and somehow the fact that they didn't notice me felt completely normal. Like we were from different dimensions, but I somehow had found a way to look at them.

Who is 'them', anyway?

Finally being close enough, I leaned down to scan the two naked pair, man hovering over the purple haired woman.

Oh I thought as I noticed the reddish-brown hair with bangs parted in the middle, and those far too familiar green eyes. Sakamaki Raito, huh? How come I'm not surprised?

He returned her gaze, not a single brow moving or raising.

"I love you, too."
I felt myself almost stumble back at how serious he was, maybe even a little hurt somewhere. Somewhere little, deep deep inside of me. Might as well say that 'somewhere' does not exist. Sure, I wasn't shocked that he said it, as he seemed like the type to go around and yell it to whoever he met, whoever he felt like saying it to, but why would he have that tone in his voice, that look in his eyes? He never looked like that!

And fucking judging by this woman's appearance, she was probably just some hoe or/and stripper. Maybe even a fucking prostitute (okay, maybe not as she seemed like a rich young lady, all proper and all)! I don't care if she's beautiful.

Because she really was, green eyes such as Raito's, beautiful figure, smooth pale skin, shiny purple long hair with no strands out of place.

Am I maybe just being jealous of this woman? Am I making things up?

The long haired woman's snow-white hand reached out to caress Raito's cheek, both of their green eyes turning half-lidded, but only one of them smiled. The woman.

"You're so beautiful, Raito…" she sighed lovingly, not closing her eyes or blinking, almost fearing missing any glint of his handsome face. "Just like your father."

Raito barely let her finish, immediately starting to move as if it was a coded command, or as if it was something he did not want to hear. Pumping inside her to shut her up. I could understand why, who would want to hear their lover talk about your dad while having sex? I sure wouldn't.

Both of them began panting, and finally that usual smirk came upon Raito's lips. I only felt disgusted by what I saw, getting an even stronger impression that the woman was a whore by the way she moved, looked, panted, begged for more. It made me sick, and I did try to move away, get the image out of my head, but it didn't work.

"Can I please you more than him~?" he purred out, softly placing kisses down her neck. I was so thankful for the sheets that covered mostly of them. He was being oddly gentle with the lady, doing everything in order for her to be comfortable. It was almost lovable. Like a scene from a romantic movie, if it hadn't been for the way she was panting and moaning.

"Yes~!" she answered in a shouted moan, arching her back in lustful pleasure. I had almost gotten used to her disgusting slutty actions, until she said that.

"I love you, my beloved son."

I was awaken from a horrible nightmare by myself, shaking a little on the floor. I wanted to puke, to spit, to wipe out my memory. I was so disgusted by something that had never happened, that I know knew was only just a dream and a dream only.

But it felt so real. It felt like it had happened, and was now shown for me by the will of fate wanting me to survive. It was telling me something, and that 'something' was to get the hell out of Raito's presence.
Funny thing how dreams affect you so much.

But at least now I felt an even stronger urge to keep resisting Raito, because now I was so utterly disgusted and pissed at him for something he probably hadn't even done – fucked his mother.

It didn't take long for him to get his fucking ass moving down to torture me again, and I furiously listened to the heavy door creak open.

"Bitch-chan~! Your master is back~!"

His sweet tone felt like it was only cutting new wounds on me. I hated him so much, detested him, I felt the need to hurt him so bad. Everything he did now was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. His breathing disgusted me, his walking disgusted me, his every movement disgusted me, he disgusted me.

"Hm?" he stopped in front of my body, staring down surprised at my eyes that almost completely were hidden under creased eyebrows. He bent down. "What's with those eyes?"

His eyes narrowed as he began raising my face so he could see them clearer, a frown making its way to meet my fury.

"They really piss me off," he spat, roughly letting go of my chin so that it slammed down into the ground.

I didn't reply. I just wanted to spit on him, and surely if I tried to open my mouth to reply, that was just what I'd do.

Snorting and surely rolling his eyes under those eyelids, Raito sat down on his heels, just like he had done while locking these shackles around my wrists. I heard them tingle and clang as I moved to increase our distance.

"And here I was kind enough to move you to a more comfortable place," he made his voice high and whiny, but in the end he just couldn't contain the laugh.

"I hope you fucking burn in hell!"

I couldn't stand it, as I knew very well the real reason why he put me in shackles instead of the chair.

"That's not a way to talk to your master, Bitch-chan."

"I can't see any damn master here, so why not!?"

"Then I suppose that you don't want this?" Raito's hand revealed a brown paper bag from behind his back, holding it up in front of me just out of my reach. Seeing how the bottom of the bag had gotten wet from something warm and moisture from the inside, and smelling the scent escaping, I could tell exactly what it was.

"…Pancakes…" I whispered the sacred word low enough for only me to hear, feeling how my mouth became wet and ready to drool in excitement just from imagined the food slipping into my mouth, getting chewed and swallowed, filling me up with that delicious feeling of satisfaction. I hadn't eaten in two days now, and the bag made my stomach react with a pleading growl.

"What a shame."

Raito sighed in disappointment and began to get up, I grabbed his leg, thanking the chains for being long enough for me to be able to move my arms as I pleased.

"Please…" I breathed. "I want it… Give it to me…" Instead of a demand, the words came out as a needy begging.

Raito turned his head to face me on the floor, showing me a dark grin that loved every minute of what we were doing, whatever it was that we were doing.

"Oh?" He pretended to be shocked, but still wore his grin. "What's with this sudden change, Bitch-chan? Where did that angry face of yours go~?"

In reality we both were a little surprised with that, with the unexpected change. Neither of us had seen it coming, or at least Raito hadn't thought that his action would be that effective. My body took over me, not allowing me to refuse Raito and make it starve even further when it was already all empty.

And if I was going to escape, I needed energy.

My breathing had gotten all heavy out of nowhere, was I nervous? Yes, I was. Looking him straight in the eyes with a weak attempt to make a determined expression, holding on tightly to his leg to prevent him from leaving, I was nervous. I didn't want him to go away with that bag, I wanted food. I craved it, I needed it so badly.

He leaned down, evil grin, almost sated, mocking me. "This is a really good look for you, Bitch-chan. You're making me very convinced there. However, that's not enough. You forgot who you're talking to."

Who I'm talking to?

Raito noticed my puzzled face. "Your master."

He wants me to beg him while calling him master? I grit my teeth and force my body to crawl into a ball again no matter how much it's trying to convince me to beg for the food, turning my head harshly away from him to show my point. My body was fighting my mind.

"Maybe next time," he says, not having any special tone in his voice, disappointed as he is. He gets up, and I listen to him walk across the stone floor, wanting to yell at him to wait with every step he takes that gets quieter and quieter. I never stopped thinking 'now I'll stop him and just give up to get my food' over and over again until I heard the door close.

No, that's not true. Even after the door had closed, I still thought that 'maybe I can scream at him to come back and call him master and beg him and just get it over with an finally get food'.

I felt like such an idiot. I'm not doing what's best for me, I'm just being stubborn and stupid right now. Just because I can't give in, because I have that big part in me that hates to loose. I hate that part.

What don't you do for survival? Why can't I do that? Will I die because of my own stubbornness? Because I just won't do what he wants even if that means death?

I'm a fucking idiot.

Mayu wasn't released from the dungeon in this chapter either…. :'( *cries*

Sorry if I'm breaking hearts, it'll be alright. Don't hate me, please *laughs nervously while scratching back of neck* Oh well, have a nice SAKAMAKI RAITO BIRTHDAY-day, I have to go and write Kanato's… The triplets' birthdays sure is a pain in the ass.

THANKIES FOR READING EVERYONE, PLEASE TELL ME WHO YOU THINK GAVE MAYU THAT DREAM, I'D LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU THINK~!