A/N: i originally wanted this chapter to focus on Halloween, but after doing some researching, i found out that they don't celebrate Halloween in japan. i had to cut that entire chapter. so you guys aren't going to be reading about a costume party at senpai's house. you're not going to be reading about yan-chan dressing up as Yuno Gasai, or senpai and jayson dressing up as Goku and Vegeta... but you know what you are going to read about? torture! which reminds me.
WARNING:
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF REAL LIFE METHODS OF TORTURE AND SADISM.
IF SUCH CONTENT OFFENDS YOU, THEN PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER. IF YOU STILL DESIRE TO READ THIS CHAPTER, BUT DO NOT WISH TO READ THE PORTIONS OF TORTURE, THEN PLEASE AVOID READING THE TEXT WRITTEN IN BOLD CHARACTERS.
thank you very much for reading.
The time was 8:43 PM. Saturday.
"ayana, me and your father are going out for a while. We'll be home soon, sweetheart" yan-chan's mother said as she walked down the stairs while wearing her sparkling red dress and black stiletto heels.
"have fun" yan-chan said in a bored tone.
She was laying on the couch in the living room, watching anime while snacking on a small bowl of popcorn.
She sighed as she watched her mother do a quick check of her makeup. Yan-chan's parents had been leaving the house almost every weekend night. She had no idea where or what her mother and father were doing, but she didn't really mind.
Mother and father were hard working people. Both of them had jobs that must have been tough on them since they would always return home with exhaustion on their faces, so they kinda deserved a little time to themselves every once and awhile.
Most of the time, yan-chan was left home alone. She didn't really mind that, but she wasn't completely okay with it either.
She couldn't recall the last time her and her parents had ever done anything together. Yan-chan knew her mother and father loved her very much, but they still never really made it their mission to spend time and bond with their only child.
Yan-chan had thought about confronting her parents about this but… why bother? They were busy people, the last thing they need is for yan-chan to waste they're time by shouting 'Mommy! Daddy! Please play with me!'
"okay, we're leaving now, ayana. Be a good girl and behave yourself" her father said as he walked down the stairs while buttoning his dress shirt.
"bye, daddy" she said as her father gave her a kiss on the forehead. Her parents soon left the house.
Yan-chan sighed as she watched television. "ooh Yuno Gasai, you've got it easy" she clicked the remote and the television went black.
TV had become bland to her. She stood up from her couch and walked toward her basement.
Saki Miyu had awoken in a strange room. It was pitch black, so she couldn't see very well.
Where was she? What had happened to her?
The last thing she remembered was crying over Kokona's grave, and then there were these two jerks that made fun of her dead friend and.. then nothing else. She couldn't remember anything after that.
"ow… my head" saki said to herself as she suffered a painful headache. It was like somebody had hit her with something hard.
She tried to move, only to discover that she had been tied to a chair! The worst part was that she was completely naked! The rope was so tight around her nude body that it began digging into her flesh.
"so you're finally awake" she heard a familiar female's voice.
"who… who's there!? Where am I!? Why am I tied to a chair!? Where are my clothes!?"
a bright light was then shined on saki's face.
Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw a girl with raven black hair, tied in a pony tail. The girl was wearing saki's clothes. Her black pants, her blue turtleneck, and her black leather jacket.
"why are you…"
"i like your clothing" the girl cut her off. "to be fare, I think this outfit looks ten times better on me. I don't really like blue though, I prefer purple"
"who are you?" saki asked.
"you don't remember me?" the captor asked.
"you're… you're the girl who found my bra yesterday… ayana-chan" saki recalled her name.
"that's right" she purred.
"wha-what do you want with me!? How long do you plan on keeping me here? Forever!?"
"patience, saki-chan. I promise to answer all your questions later" ayana said as she walked to a nearby shelf. She seemed to be looking for something. "you're in my basement, by the way" ayana added.
"wha… why? What did I ever do to you!?" saki asked. Why would this girl want to keep saki as a prisoner?
"you haven't done anything to me, but I'm going to make you do anything for me" ayana said as she found what she had been looking for.
She had set a table in front of saki, the table held a bunch of rusted, sharp objects. some of those objects had blood on them. A bone saw, a wine bottle opener, a pair of hedge clippers, a pair of pliers, and so on.
Saki felt the fear creep it's way into her mind. those disturbing sharp and dangerous objects caused her mind to unwillingly imagine what sick and sadistic things those tools would be capable of when in the hands of their owner.
Saki wouldn't make her distress known though. She wouldn't give this sick little girl the satisfaction of tasting saki's fear.
"what are you going to do to me? Are you going to kill me?" saki asked.
"of course not, but when I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to end your pathetic life" ayana giggled disturbingly. "let's get started"
Yan-chan started by picking up a hand rag and a jug of hot water from the table. She flipped the chair that saki was tied to, causing her to wince in pain when the wooden chair hit the cold stone floor.
Yan-chan covered saki's face in the hand rag and proceeded to pour the hot jug of water on saki as the heat of the water burned her.
This technique was known as water-boarding. It simulates the feeling of drowning by using the hand rag to block the mouth and nose from receiving air while water is poured all over the victim's face. It's more effective than it sounds.
Yan-chan then removed the hand rag from saki and pulled the chair back up.
"why?!" saki asked. "why did you do that!?"
"lets move on" Yan-chan said.
She picked up a pair of long, rusted pliers and thrust them in saki's mouth. The pliers gripped a tooth in the back of her mouth and yan-chan began pulling.
She heard saki scream as her tooth was being painfully removed.
"well, I guess you won't be eating steak anytime soon!" Yan-chan laughed as she held the pliers that gripped the now detached tooth. "I guess I should warn you that it's only going to get worst from this point on"
Yan-chan then grabbed a rusted bottle opener.
"what is that!? Stay back! Stay away from me!"
she drove the bottle opener into saki's left arm. Yan-chan then began twisting it into saki's flesh, tearing through her muscles while causing blood to pour out. As an added bonus, yan-chan covered the wound in salt.
"it burns!"
"i know! This is so much fun! Isn't it? Well… it's fun for me" yan-chan giggled.
"please stop…" saki begged in a meek tone. "i don't want this…"
"ooh that's so cute! You actually think you have a choice!" yan-chan said as she squirted lemons into saki's eyes. Causing them to sting. Yan-chan then made tiny cuts with a steak knife all over saki's nude body, she then drenched the fresh cuts in salt.
"please… no more!" saki begged with tears in her bloodshot eyes. "if you stop and let me go, I won't tell the police anything, nobody will know what happened. I'll do whatever you want. I'll give you whatever you want… just please… stop"
"will you lie for me?" yan-chan asked.
"yes…"
"will you steal for me?"
"yes…"
"will you kill for me?"
"what!" saki shouted. Why?… why would she want saki to do that!? She wouldn't dream of killing anyone!
"will you kill for me?" yan-chan repeated.
"NO! No I will not kill for you! You goddamned psychopathic bitch!" saki yelled.
Yan-chan slapped her hard across the face with the back of her hand. Leaving a red print on saki's cheek.
"i didn't want to do this… but you've forced my hands" Yan-chan said as she pulled out a car battery and attached two jumper cables to it. She held the clamps for the cables in front of saki. She clanked the two ends of the jumper cables together rapidly, causing sparks to emit from the clamps.
"No… not that! ANYTHING BUT THAT!" she screamed in terror. Yan-chan clamped the jumper cables to saki's nipples, causing volts of electricity to run through saki's body.
She screamed throughout the entire night as yan-chan continued her various torture methods on the poor girl.
The time was 10:01 PM.
Seiko Satsujin-koibito and her husband were eating at a table in oishi tabemono, a restaurant that was known for being one of the best in all of japan.
"do you think ayana is okay?" seiko's husband asked.
"oh, I'm sure she's fine" seiko reassured her husband. He was such a good father, always putting his child first.
"do you think I should call her? Just to check?"
"taro…" seiko said her husband's name while looking into his grey eyes.
"you're right. She's a big girl… a big girl who doesn't want her daddy constantly looking over her shoulder" taro said as he put his cell phone away. "i can't believe she'll be eighteen soon. She'll probably move out next year. Then it will just be you and me… alone" taro sighed. He remembered the day when his little girl used to be seven. She was so young and innocent back then, nothing like her mother.
But now, ayana was exactly like her mother. Beautiful, intelligent, confident… batshit insane.
Yes, taro knew about his daughter and wife's… condition. He had tried so hard to pull his daughter away from her mothers influences. he tried to teach her the definition of sanity. he tried to mold his daughter into a model citizen. He wanted her to be a sane, innocent seventeen year-old girl. But he gave up on that cause years ago. If three years of therapy and rehab couldn't fix her, then nothing else would.
Did he support and approve the actions of his yandere wife and daughter? Hell no! Was he terrified of his yandere wife and daughter? Hell yes!
But they were still his family… and he loved his family, Even if they were sociopaths.
Even though his wife was a mental case, she was still a good wife. She gave him love and support in almost every situation, she would always be at his side. She'd always be there for him.
He was grateful for that.
Taro would be lying if he said he wasn't proud of his daughter. She was incredibly smart, almost to the point of a collage student. She did seem to know not to go crazy and murder people just because she wanted to, and she was more stable and controllable then her mother. So maybe his teachings weren't really a failure after all.
Anyways, the point was that Seiko was his wife, and he loved his wife. Ayana was his daughter, and he loved his daughter.
No matter what.
A/N: me again! i honestly wanna know if you found the torture segment disturbing, that was what i was going for. if you did think it was pretty fucked up then that means i did a job well done. if you didn't find it very disturbing, let me know so i can fix it when it's time to write the rewrite.
please don't be modest, i want an honest opinion. thanks for reading.
