AN: I'm working now! It's an internship with elderly people :) I'm enjoying it. And sorry for the delay, now all question shall be answered.

Warning: This chapter contains explicit violence, torture, rape and muder. Someone's going to die be warned.

Chapter 24 – Broken Heart, broken mind

Gakupo was dragged by the chain around his neck. Being pulled quickly through an hallway. He now realized he was underground, in a place that looked like it used to be a wine cellar o a storage area. The walls were red brick, with small rooms that had probably been used for storage. He tried to record in his mind as much detail as he could. It was probably a storage area in a large building, a company or a factory. Or maybe even in area on Tokyo's sewer system that was probably used by the Yakuza in the past.

In front of him, the stalker dragged him violently with no regard for his pace. If Gakupo fell down he would just drag him by his neck, not caring if he was choking him or not. But the Vocaloid didn't care. One hallway, one sole hallway and a set of stairs at the end was the path before him. There were doors down there, but they were probably other rooms. Only the stairs seemed a way out. Gakupo had to remind himself of that. He was too weak now, too weak to fight back, too weak to try and escape, he needed to figure out first who had the stalker captured. He had to find out a way to free them, then he would put his plan in motion and he would escape.

Finally the stalker stopped by a door in that room. Gakupo could read worn out word's on the wall. Workshop 12, he read to himself. The stalker opened the door and threw the Vocaloid inside. Gakupo fell in with a loud bump and heard the Stalker lock the door. He was getting up when he saw a person in front of him, chained to the wall, nude. Before he could say anything he was pulled back by the chain and the stalker chained the Vocaloid to the opposite wall so he couldn't reach not even the middle of the room.

"Who's there?" The other person asked.

Yes, it was him. Gakupo would recognize that voice anywhere. Blindfolded and chained to the wall was a young teenager with medium length blond hair, slim and light underdeveloped body.

"L-len…" Gakupo called.

"Gakupo!" Len almost yelped looking around, trying to figure out where Gakupo's voice came from. "Gakupo, are you okay? What has that man done to you?"

"You should be worried about what I am going to do to you," the stalker started, chuckling. "It's all Gakupo's fault, you being here, if he had behaved I would have lust left you be."

"Let us go you freak!" Len yelled. "You're crazy!"

"L-len…"

"Gakupo, don't listen to him, that guy is crazy." Len yelled. "Otome will find us and he will get us! Al has probably told him who you are."

"My dear Len, Al won't be able to even remember his name, after what I did to him," he answered and grinned.

"What did you do to Al?" Gakupo asked, and upon the stalker's frown Gakupo bit his lip. "You're a monster… Let Len go… Let him go, I'll obey, I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt him!"

"Oh, you will obey me, you will love me my star," he said walking to Len and taking off his blindfold. "But I'm still going to kill this fag, because you have to punish a dog when it does harm, otherwise it will never learn."

"P-please… please master, I'll obey, don't hurt Len," Gakupo begged.

The stalker had a table in the room and a few shelves adjacent to where they were. He walked over to the shelves and both Vocaloids watched as he rummaged through stuff. When he came back, Gakupo left go of a desperate gasp. What did he need a hacksaw for?

"W-what are you going to do?" Gakupo asked.

"First, I'm going to rip out little Len's nails, one by one, starting in his feet ending in his hands," he started enumerating.

"P-please… master, please…" Gakupo wailed.

"Then, when he's nails are done and he can't scratch me anymore, I will rape him mercilessly with no prior preparation, while you watch my star. If you get hard during it, we will pass to step four of my plan, if not, step three. I will drug you, Gakupo, with a potent aphrodisiac, it's a really good one, you'll have no control over your body, it'll just react on its whim to what you are seeing, rather you like it or not. Then, I'll break little Len's jaw, because I don't want him to bite you, then I'll make him service you while I ra…"

"Please, I'll do anything," Gakupo begged looking at Len, tears were forming in his eyes as he saw Len's terrified expression.

"SHUT UP!" The stalker ordered and both Vocaloids winced. "As I was saying, while I rape Len he will service you. If he fails to make you orgasm or if during the act you do anything I dislike, I will gauge out his eyes while he sucks you."

Gakupo wasn't sure what disturbed him the most, the fact that what the stalker was telling him was beyond anything he could ever think about, something that seemed pulled out of Saw even, or the fact he was sure the stalker was going to do all of it.

"Lastly, when I am done and spent, I will saw off little Len's head, shove it on a pike I have back there," and he pointed to the shelves, both Vocaloids looked at the same time, "and leave it here, right in front of you, my dear Violet Adonis, so that you can admire the results of your disobedience."

"No! Please don't do that! I'll do anything you ask! Anything! Just let him go!" Gakupo begged getting as close to the stalker as the chains allowed, extending them to their limit, until the chain tightened around his neck, as he tried to reach the stalker. "Anything!"

"You will do everything I ask, but I'm still going to kill Len," and he grinned wide. "You said it yourself, there's nothing else I can do to you."

And when he said that, Gakupo realized his mistake, and realized he had just signed a death sentence to Len. He looked at Len, tearing. Len was his friend…

"Shall we get you ready, Len?" The stalker asked, turning to face Len.

"I'm sorry," Gakupo mumbled to Len, who bit his lip.

"Do something! Gakupo! Do something! I don't want to die! …" Len mumbled, fear plastered on his face.

"I'm sorry…"

Len gulped. "This is all your fault…"

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Luka ran down the aisle of the urgencies, with a tired Kaito following as quickly as he could muster behind. Al had just arrived at the hospital and Luka rushed to where he was as soon as Otome informed her. She found Al being carried within surrounded by doctors, he was tied up to the bed and struggling to get free. She pushed her way through the doctors pushing one or two nurses aside and ignoring their requests to leave. But she didn't care, she grabbed Al's hand and covered her mouth.

"Al, baby!" She yelped.

"Hideki!" Al yelled. "Hideki! Len, he… Len! Hideki! LET ME GO!"

The Vocaloid yelled still struggling, trying to push the doctors and nurses away, wanting to get up, to convey his message to Luka. She realized in pain that her lover's hands were broken the moment she took the hand he freed, fingers twisted and bent in painful positions. But the worst was his face, a shamble mess of blood and bruises. One of his eyes and swollen up so much it was closed, with blood leaking from its corner, the other was black, as if a vein and ruptured inside. His nose looked broken too, and his head was bleeding. It was as if the stalker had repeatedly bashed the Vocaloid on his face, but was forced to interrupt his attack.

"Al, it's me, it's Luka," she wailed as tears formed on her eyes.

"L-luka?!" He mumbled looking at her. "He cheated! I would have won but he cheated! He grabbed the bat! He broke my hands! He broke my leg!" He mumbled as he seemed to calm down, the doctors were injecting tranquilizers into him. "He… Len, he got Len… Luka…"

And before his consciousness faded away he left go of her hand, leaving a mall crumbled and bloodied piece of paper, she looked at it and gripped it tight. The doctors stopped her from following and left the pink-haired girl trembling in tears in the middle of the hallways as they took her wounded lover away.

"L-luka…" Kaito called as he stopped by her.

She looked at Kaito, desperation and fear on her widened eyes. She trembled uncontrollably, still holding the paper on her hands. "I'm cold, I'm so cold…"

Almost instantly Kaito hugged her, pulling the girl to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and started crying, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. It took Kaito a few hours to calm down Luka and get her to sit down. When Otome arrived, curiously accompanied by Yuma Vaytoo, Luka had finally calmed a little, and was sitting on a bench with Kaito trying to comfort her. On her hands she played with the crumbled paper, she hadn't yet opened it.

"Miss Luka," Otome started. "I'm sorry for everything, but mister Alfred is a strong man, he will pull it through."

"I k-know he'll p-pull it through," she said sobbing. "That doesn't make it any less worse though… My big fluffy penguin… He wouldn't hurt a fly, why did that monster do that to him? And, If he could do that to Al, what will he do to Len and Gakupo?"

"Len?!" Suddenly Yuma asked.

Luka looked down as what Al had muttered started making sense. "He took Len… The stalker took Len. He was with Al and Al said he took him…"

"We're aware of it," Otome confessed. "We nearly caught the stalker, but the moment my men arrived he fled the scene before they could even identify him. They informed me mister Al was the whole way saying that Len had been taken."

"Did they see who the stalker was?" Kaito asked, but unfortunately the inspector shook his head.

"Al gave me this…" Luka started and showed the wrapped up paper.

Otome took it and started reading it. "I believe mister Al had an idea on who the stalker was. Do you know any Hideki?"

"I know an Hideki, he's this crossdress… It's probably not him," Kaito interrupted himself rubbing his head.

Luka however looked down. "I have heard that name before…"

"Hideki…" Yuma finally spoke behind the inspector. "Hideki…"

Suddenly his eyes widened in realization and he shoved his hand on his blazer's jacket pulling off his phone. Otome and Kaito eyed the vocaloid in anticipation. "Come on, pick up…" He said after he dialed a number on his phone.

"Yuma?" Kaito started.

"Daisuke?" He started motioning Kaito be quiet. "Dai, it's me, I need you to find me everything you can about Hideki Noah, he works at the Vocaloid company, a security guard. I want everything you can find. Where he lives, what he owns, were he came from. I want to know the name of his highschool sweetheart and I want it for yesterday! You have fifteen minutes to e-mail it to me," he left go of a long sigh closing his gold eyes and putting his hand on his forehead. "I don't care where! Kill someone if you have to!"

"Kill someone?" Otome mumbled.

He hung up the phone and looked at them. "Hideki Noah, works at our company, we mostly know him as…" He pointed at the Vocaloids.

Kaito looked at him puzzled and Yuma sighed. "He's the security guard who likes to say hello to the people on the elevator."

A gasp escaped Kaito's lips when he realized it. No way, it couldn't be. The stalker was… then… He was so close…

"I gave Gakupo away," Kaito realized, as he started trembling. He hugged himself looking away. "He heard me and Al talking when I housed Gakupo that time… He heard me tell Al where he was. He could always know when Gakupo was around and where Gakupo went. Its him…"

"Mister Shion," Otome started, though the suspicions added up. "We are still not sure if it…"

" He was a security guard so he had full access to my and Gakupo's stuff, that's how he framed Gakupo to be fired… That's also how he knew when Johanzilla was around and could tamper with his schedule to frame him… It's the elevator guy, it all makes sense. He's the stalker," Kaito added shaking his head. Yuma and Luka stared at him surprised at what he said. "That's how he knew everything… He's been watching Gakupo all this time."

Suddenly Yuma's phone rang and they all fell quiet.

"Ten minutes, new record, remember me to give Dai a reward," Yuma said chuckling. "Okay, here's what I was sent. Hideki Noah is thirty two years old, he's been working in the Vocaloid company for three years now… hmm… odd. He applied to it one day after Gakupo's premier…"

"More important, where does he live?" Otome asked and Yuma showed him the address. "I'll send officer's there immediately; maybe they can still catch him up."

"Has he been chasing Gakupo for three years?" Kaito asked, hugging himself tighter.

"Yes, since then he has sent around… 1238 fan letters to Gakupo. How did Dai get this… Doesn't matter. Last one was," he cheked the phone again. "Four months ago, when the first utauloid disappeared," Yuma continued as Otome walked away from them to make a phone call.

"According to Daisuke, all letters contain the same pattern of speech. He's constantly calling Gakupo of violet Adonis, purple star, lisianthus… hmm and they get cheesier by the letter. That's Dai's actual commentary to it actually. And he's always talking about dolls."

"A thousand…?" Luka mumbled. "What else do you have?"

"A lot," Yuma stated. "Otome, I'll send this to your phone, give me your number," he added looking at the inspector who, on the phone, signaled him to wait.

"How did you know it was that Hideki?"

"Wild guess, to be honest," Yuma confessed. "Remember that one time we were all five in the elevator, me, Kaito, Gakupo, Len and Kyoteru? He greeted us and I asked his name. After he answered, I rain checked his name with the company's database."

"He said his name was Himura Takeo," Kaito pointed out and sat down hiding his head on his face.

"Well, he lied," Yuma revealed. "After I checked his name, I discovered there was no Takeo working for the company. There was however one Hideki Noah making the night shift in the camera room. Why would he lie about his name? It was odd to me so I held on to that name…"

"He just didn't imagine one of the Vocaloids he lied to was a paranoid Yakuza," Luka said shaking her head.

"Don't you find it odd that he only greeted us when Gakupo was around?" Yuma started. "Other than when Gakupo was around, when did he ever greet you?"

It all added up. It all made sense. He only greeted them to greet Gakupo. He had been aware of Gakupo's every step for three years. Three whole years.

"Why wait so long then?" Kaito asked trembling.

"How would I know? I'm not a psychologist," Yuma answered. "Maybe he was gathering resources."

Suddenly Kaito got up. "Who's Takeo? Does he exist?"

"He's a baker who owns a pastry close to our company, I buy pies from him every now and then," Yuma answered crossing his arms. "He's from Osaka… from…" He looked at Kaito suddenly. "Hideki's from Osaka too… Gakupo's also from Osaka, and so is that Takeo."

"Yuma, take me to the baker shop," Kaito ordered.

"It's closed," Yuma remembered.

"I don't care!" Kaito said. "Call Dai, Daisuke or whatever he's called and tell him to kick the door down and wake Takeo!"

xxxXXXxxxViolence ahead and rapexxxXXXXxxxexplicitxxx

He had stopped begging, there was no point in begging. He only watched with his lip bitten so hard it started bleeding. In front of him, the stalker aggressively forced his engorged length into the teenager's body. Len simply cringed and groaned at the abuse, trying to pass by as strong, as brave. But Gakupo yelled, Gakupo cried and begged, especially when the blood started. When the strong and violent thrusts broke the inside of Len's body and blood started sliding down his legs, slowly, timidly.

"Are you enjoying the view, my star?"

No, he wasn't. If all, he felt disgusted and horrified. Seeing a child be raped in front of him and be completely unable to do anything to intervene broke him more than he imagined possible. The worst was being quite aware of the next step, of what he'd force Len to do next. The stalker however, seemed displeased. Despite everything, and before he knew it, Gakupo watched as he pulled out of the teenager and threw Len into the floor before he was even done.

"Next step, shall we? This is boring me. This brat won't yell," and he walked over to Gakupo.

Gakupo leaned a little to the side; Len was groveling on the floor groaning. He was unchained, maybe, if he distracted the stalker long enough, Len could run for the…

The larger male roughly grabbed Gakupo's face and made him look at him. "This is not giving you the reaction I want…"

Trembling, Gakupo thwarted his eyes to the groaning teenager on the floor. Get up Len, please get up. Go for the door, run. And he looked back at the stalker who grinned and left go of Gakupo walking away.

"Don't bother running for the door, fag," he said looking at Len. "It's locked, and with your backside in that state, I'd be surprised if you can even stand."

He heard the man rummage through the cells and Gakupo walked as closer to Len as he could, extending the chain to its limit, until it started slightly choking him. But he didn't care, he had to get close to Len.

"Len, Len get up," he mumbled to the Vocaloid who wept in pain. "Len, you have to get up."

Letting go of a loud sigh Gakupo looked side to side. Goddamnit! He cursed to himself. Len had to get up, the hacksaw. He could use the hacksaw to free Gakupo, saw off the chain and the two of them could knock out the stalker cold, look for the keys and get out.

"LEN!" Gakupo yelled.

"N-no…" Len answered back, weeping in pain and curling himself to fetal position. "L-leave me alone… I hate you," he mumbled.

"LEN! Grab the fucking hacksaw and set me free!" He yelped, pointing at it.

But the sound of steps made him regret what he said. The stalker returned chuckling, on his hand he held a syringe with something inside. He looked at Gakupo grinning and the Vocaloid simply looked away. The stalker said nothing and walked to him. Suddenly he grabbed Gakupo by the neck shoving him against the wall. Once Gakupo was stabilized against the wall, he placed the end of the syringe against his neck. Gakupo started struggling, pushing the stalker away from him with his hands, kicking as much as he was allowed.

He is going to drug me.

"You or him?" Suddenly the stalker asked letting go of Gakupo. "It's your choice, my star, I can either drug you or him."

The purple-haired Vocaloid looked down at the teenager and closed his eyes. He didn't think twice and simply extended his arm, clenching his fist. The stalker grinned and held the Vocaloid's wrist. He traced Gakupo's pale skin from his upper arm to his elbow with the needle end of the syringe. He pressured Gakupo's wrist, taking his clenched fist to his mouth and kissing his knuckles. The Vocaloid was aware that the stalker was only taunting him, he could clearly see the vein under Gakupo's skin, but he still wanted to taunt him, to drag it on, just to indulge on the Vocaloid's fear.

Without further delay, he stuck the needle right into Gakupo's arm. He watched as the stalker pressed down the liquid into his body. At first it burned a little, and then he opened his mouth as it started hurting. The burn spreaded, going through his entire body, a groan escaped his lips and he tried to break free.

It hurt! It hurt! It burned!

The stalker left him go and Gakupo slid down the wall. He clutched his arms with his mouth open in an expression of pain and confusion. What was happening? Was he going to die? His body burnt, it was as if he was in flames. It hurt, he wanted to scratch his skin, his flesh. It hurt.

"Don't worry, it will feel wonderful soon enough, it's my own receipt. Meth, slightly altered to have a more lasting effect."

"W-wha… what?" Gakupo mumbled.

He lost track of what the stalker was doing. It felt odd, it felt so odd. His body temperature was elevating; he could feel quick jolts of electricity going up and down his body. Sweat started running down his face and he felt his body ark back as a shiver ran up his spine, then another, and another and another. Pressure accumulated on his body, on his lower regions, he was panting as breathing became hard, he felt an unbearable heat take over him.

What was happening to his body? His senses felt numbed, all he could see was colors mixed up with reality. His sounds, his shallow quick breathing, his heart beat, it pounded in his head like a melody.

"Methamphetamines… They throw quite a punch, don't they?" He heard the stalker talk as he walked over, throwing Len so he was on Gakupo's line of sight. He walked past Len and placed his foot against Gakupo's crotch.

"Feels good, doesn't it my beautiful star?" The stalker purred to Gakupo. "You're stiff and ready."

A gasp escaped his lips and he closed his eyes as a shocking sensation of pleasure stirred him from the inside. Distressed, with his heart racing beyond control, his body out of his grasp, the older Vocaloid could only stare back, arking his body uncomfortably, trying to control his reactions. His eyes were glazed over by lust and desire and the ill effects of the drug. He needed release like he never felt before. His insides were burning over, his sight was blurred and his mind was drowsy. He could see colors, he could see light dwindling in his eyes.

The stalker grabbed Len by his head and threw him at Gakupo who clumsily held the boy with his arms. The younger Vocaloid looked at Gakupo in fear and the stalker pulled him down, until he was perfectly positioned between Gakupo's legs.

"So, what you waiting for?" The stalker started looking down at Len who looked back at him and at Gakupo.

Len bit his lip in anger. "You're disgusting! You too," he looked at Gakupo, "how can you get hard in a moment like this?!"

"He g-gave me… something," Gakupo tried apologize himself. It was hard to talk and focus. All he could sense was the overshadowing emotions and sensation running through him and the sound of his own heart beating irregularly. The sounds seemed distant and baffled by the sounds of his own body, the panting, the beating, the pressure.

"You know, little Len," the stalker patiently started behind, watching and sitting back on the table. "You can either suck my star's cock, forgive my rude vocabulary, or I can stick the needle of this syringe in your own urethra and inject the rest of my home made meth into you. I have always wanted to try an urethral insertion on someone."

Revolted, Len gulped and looked forward at the engorged length in front of him. "I won't do it…"

"As you wish," the stalker said and walked forward.

Before Len could even get up, the stalker grabbed and handful of his hair and pulled him from the ground. The boy yelled and squirmed, grabbing the man's hands. He was dragged by the floor until the table and thrown at it. Grabbing the chains, the stalker started shackling the blond boy to the table, and grabbed the syringe, pressing the excess air out.

In desperation, Gakupo clumsily tried to get up. His legs failed under him, his body trembling, shaking, his entire body weak and frail under the shudders that ran up and down his body in a constant cycle, sending his mind in a disarray of sensations. On all four Gakupo once more tried to get up, using the wall as support.

"W-wait!" He begged at the stalker. "Wait, please! T-that's… g-going to… kill him!" Gakupo panted out, struggling to keep himself on his feet. "P-please! D-don't d-do it! I…"

"You what, my star?" The man asked turning around to face Gakupo.

"M-master, p-please…" He started. "P-please… d-don't hurt Len… anymore!"

The stalker grinned wide, as if he knew a joke only he understood. "You want me to spare Len of this torture?"

"P-please master…"

"Okay… I'll spare Len of the torture," he decided. "If your fuck him."

Gakupo's eyes widened and for a second the shudders completely stopped. "What?"

"If you fuck Len, my star, I'll spare him the pain," the stalker answered.

Gakupo restarted trembling. "W-what? I… I c-can't do that! P-plea..."

Interrupting Gakupo, the stalker stabbed down the syringe, hitting Len straight on his left eye. Len yelled with full strength of his lungs, a shattering scream and the stalker pulled the syringe out, blood gushing out of Len's eye as he closed it instantly, struggling with the chains to reach his eye, Len pulled his hands free and covered his eyes, yelling. Gakupo started yelling too, yelling for Len, yelling at the stalker.

"And POP goes one eye!" The stalker sang chuckling. "What did you say, my Lisianthus?"

Trembling now more violently Gakupo got on all fours. "I'll d-do it! I'll do it, master! I'll… r… ra… ra… do it to Len! P-please just stop! Please! I'll do anything! Just stop!" Tears dripped to the floor as helplessness invaded him as well as disgust, disgust for what was happening, disgust for his body responding the way it was, disgust for what he was about to do.

"Good boy, my star," the stalker smiled and pulled the table closer, so Len was now in Gakupo's reach. "And you better enjoy my love, or I'll saw Len's head off."

Grabbing the legs of the table, the older Vocaloid got up, looking over at Len. He had both eyes closed, but blood was leaking out of his left eye, he kept his hands over his face, sobbing and wailing. The stalker walked around so he was facing Gakupo head on, his arms on each side of Len's face. Gakupo readied himself, placing his shaft against the swollen entrance of Len's body. He shook his head, tears rolling down his eyes.

"I c-can't do this…" He looked at the stalker begging and paled when he saw the stalker pick up the syringe again. "I'll do it! I'll do it!"

"Good," the stalker said frowning, but kept the syringe in his hand, just in case.

Closing his eyes and biting his lip once more, Gakupo said goodbye to whatever dignity, honor and morality he had left and thrust in. Len yelled, Len yelled and it was agonizing. The more the older Vocaloid thrust in, the more he yelled, the more Gakupo felt like he was being stabbed inside. Yet, his disgusting body was responding. It was the drug, it was that shit the stalker injected into him, it was making his body act like that.

Leaned forward, trying to hide his face, he could feel the stare of the stalker on him. "Go faster," the stalker enticed the Vocaloid who blindly obeyed to the words of the demented man and the demans of his own body. He felt sweat run down his body, he could feel the heat spreading across his being. He could hear Len's yells deafening his own pants. His body trembled with every thrust, and his mind became more and more hazed by colors and sounds.

"Go on! Faster, harder!" The stalker ordered. "I am bored. And when dolls bore me, I get rid of them. You want me to spare Len don't you?"

Leaning closer, Gakupo bit his lip, trying to obey the stalker, he looked at the sobbing Len who simply moaned at each thrust. He could feel the inside of the younger Vocaloid wet and warm, but clearly broken.

"I'm s-sorry," Gakupo was able to mumble. "P-please… just endure it…" Len nodded and Gakupo looked forward at the stalker who grinned lustfully at him.

He continued, fastening the pace, he heard gasps coming from the table other than his own and looked forward once more. The stalker was pleasuring himself while he watched. The Vocaloid looked away shaking his head. He couldn't… Despite everything, he couldn't reach the pick, but he had to, he had to. His pants started becoming more violent, and Gakupo looked up. He could feel the drug's effects being washed away. The arousal was disappearing. No please! He'll kill Len if I don't… So he continued, biting his lower lip. Fastening the pace, Len yelled in pain, but he had to. He felt digusting but he had to, otherwise that man would kill Len.

Finally he could feel the orgasm rising. The last of colors and lights rushing across his sight, as a blinding sensation made his whole body shudder, he closed his eyes biting his lips as he was overpowered by the orgasm. Red, blue and yellow crossed his vision, white all around, and finally, darkness. He felt his legs give in and he fell back on his bottom, panting, his eyes close, spent. The sounds slowly returned and he opened his eyes slowly, staring at the concrete floor, hearing Len crying. He couldn't look up, he couldn't look at Len.

"You did well my star, you did very well," he heard the stalker say.

"P-please… let him go now…" Gakupo asked. "You promised."

"I know," he smiled at Gakupo, and pushed Len of the table. He walked away and Gakupo sneaked over to Len. The teenager sobbed and cried, Gakupo tried to hold him.

"L-len?" He called. The youngster nodded. "I'm s-sorry Len…"

"It's… okay," Len answered back and hugged Gakupo. They both understood. That monster had literally placed the two between a rock and knife. There was not option but to indulge.

"How touching…" The stalker said returning, on his hand he had an axe. "You saw what happened Gakupo? If you ever disobey me again, I will do far worst next time."

Len shivered, holding onto Gakupo. "I'm sorry master. I won't do it again," Gakupo answered.

"Let go of the fag then," he ordered.

Gakupo looked down and pushed Len away looking at him. Len nodded, and the Vocaloid slowly withdrawaled and let go of the teenager, crawling away until he was next to the wall, staring at the stalker in fear. The stalker walked to Len, he was right behind him. Gakupo's heart raced against his chest, a feeling of apprehension took over him. He grabbed Len by the hair and pulled his behind.

"Let's go, I have to dump you somewhere," he informed and left dragging the yelling teenager behind, before he left, he turned off the lights, leaving Gakupo in complete darkness. As the door closed behind them, the sound of it being locked was heard.

The older Vocaloid remained there, alone, in the darkness, trembling in both fear and cold, as the final remnants of heat left his body, but the shakes wouldn't subdue, and a growing feeling of fear for Len's welfare grew inside of him. Would the stalker keep his word?