AN: Sorry it took so long, working on original fictions makes it hard to finish fanfictions.
Warning: Contains rape, torture, violence.
Chapter 28 – The beginning of the end
He no longer fought, naked and broken, Gakupo left the stalker bond him to the table, strapping his arms and legs with chains to the legs of the table, his back pressed against blood and gore. His eyes were focused on the severed heads that had been carelessly thrown unto the floor, disfigured and empty. A sense of emptiness assaulted him, his mind was blank, his head was light, everything seemed fleeting and gone. There was no will left to fight for if he fought, death would follow.
Yet the man didn't instantly punish him. He left Gakupo on the table binded, making sure to place the heads, both of them on shelf where Gakupo could look at, then he dragged out the bodies with a certain difficulty. A brief smile crossed Gakupo's eyes as he realized the man had a hard time walking, probably still in pain from the bite Gakupo had given him. The man left nonetheless, taking the two bodies with him, but leaving Gakupo with the heads. The Vocaloid looked away from them, feeling warm tears wet the cheeks of his face, dripping from the edge of his nose unto the table.
It was all his fault.
He had fallen asleep once the stalker returned. The noise of the large metal door behind closing awakened Gakupo who sprung his head up to look at the man. He wasn't entirely aware how long had been, but the man was back.
The stalker looked down at him pleased, once both his hands and legs were secured to the table. Gently he pressed his hand against Gakupo's cheek in a gentle caress, tracing his fingers down the bruised cheek into a bruised neck, tracing down his collarbone and then returning up into his neck. In silence, dread silence, Gakupo looked at the man only briefly, averting his gaze in submission. The man grinned pleased with the reaction and he leaned down, placing his lips against the young Vocaloid's collarbone, placing soft nibbles unto his bruised skin. Gakupo shivered in a mixture of fear and disgust, but tried not to fight away.
"You are a whore," the stalker started. "You see how much prettier you are when you behave, my star? But you have been a whore, and you must be punished."
He walked around and gripped Gakupo's crotch who flinched. "You bit me, you whore!" He started with a growl and clenched his fist around the Vocaloid's genital, clenching harder, until a yell broke through Gakupo's lips who yanked his legs, in an attempt to cover himself.
The stalker laughed at the pathetic attempt and left go, slamming a closed fist into the young man's genitals. A cry of pain escaped Gakupo's lips and he wriggled under his binds, tears swelling up to his eyes as he twitched.
"I-I'm s-sorry, m-master!" Gakupo pleaded.
"Now is too late to apologize, whore!" The stalker yelled at Gakupo as he turned away.
He walked around the table, ignoring the weaping man and grabbed the head from the floor, Len's head, throwing it unto the table. It rolled over Gakupo's stomach who cried horrified, turning to make it fall off him.
"You see what happens when you disobey me? Yet you keep doing it! You keep it up, you little bitch!" The stalker yelled at him, and he stormed to the Vocaloid, slamming his hand unto his throat.
"I should kill you immediately!" He yelled, and the young man closed his eyes with a yell, crying, tears flowing off his eyes.
"I'm sorry!" He whimpered desperate.
"But alas, my beautiful lisianthus," he walked away, and Gakupo watched him. In his place, he trembled as the stalker seemed to rummage through a table for something, as he turned around, he held a knife. "I love you my star, but you must be punished."
"Nonononono!" Gakupo started mumbling, shaking his head, he pulled on his arms and legs. "I'm sorry master."
"Don't struggle," the man ordered and Gakupo did as he was told, his body trembling as the blade touched his skin. "I don't want to hurt you too much."
"Do as you are told, and I won't kill anyone else," the stalker continued on and Gakupo took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He laid his head back and waited until he felt the blade cut through his skin.
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They found them in the morning, by the docks. Only this time they only found their bodies, no heads attached. The house was silent when Otome and Leon came to give the news, every Vocaloid in the manor had gathered in the entry hall. Mizki and Len had both been found without their lives. No traces of the whereabouts of their kidnaper and murderer, but they had been found. There were murmurs among the Vocaloids. Kaito stood on top of the stairs, leaning against one of the columns on the walkway, hearing the news that one of his "brothers" was dead, a sense of dread and emptiness filled him. He felt hollow, nonchalant, a sense of anhedonia.
Gone.
"Nooo!" He heard Rin's high pitched voice cry between the others. "No! It can't be Len! It isn't him! It's a lie! A joke! He's just playing a prank!"
"Miss Kagamine, I am sorry," he heard Otome mumble.
Kaito watched as Rin rushed to the detective yelling, Leon had to catch the young girl just to stop her from attacking the detective. She yelled and cried, tears rushing down her cheeks on the news about her brother.
"Why Len?!" She cried out, falling to her knees once Leon left go of her. "Why him? He was a good boy! It's not fair! Not fair! He was my brother!"
"We are doing everything in our power to apprehend the culprit," Otome spoke.
But Rin simply shook her head, crying her heart out. Miku ran to the girl who hugged her crying into her lap, sobs and wailing that pierced straight through Kaito's heart as the two girls wept. All of the VOcaloid fell silent upon the scene, Kaito looked down. A hand clenched Kaito's shoulder and he looked at his red-haired twin. Gently, the bluenette placed his hand over his brother's as the younger twin walked over to him hugging him tight. He had finally been discharged from the hospital, though a full bandaged was still wrapped around his neck, nearly hidden under the red scarf. Kaito sobbed slightly at the memory of nearly loosing his brother, fiding him bloodied and wounded.
They broke the hug and the bluenette looked down at the inspector who followed Leon into his office. Giving a meaningful glance at his brother, Akaito nodded stepping away, as Kaito rushed after Leon and the Inspector. He passed by Miku who guided the crying Rin into the kitchen and threw a sad apologetic look at Miku who smiled back, such as sad as he was. He knocked at the office's door and entered.
In the large office, Leon sat on one of the velvet loveseats, facing the inspector on the other. They looked at him briefly and Leon motioned him to join them. Kaito walked slowly into the room, sitting by the inspector's side who gave him a quick sad smile, as if asking him how he was.
"How are you holding on, mister Shion?" The inspector asked with a gentle yet worried smile.
"Has there been any news on Gakupo?" Kaito asked instead, not wishing to share his heart.
"No leads so far, we are keeping a tight watch on Amaya, hoping her brother might have said anything about any place he may be staying, but so far it has been fruitless," the inspector explained. "The man has also stopped going to work, obviously."
"Len and Mizki, what will be of them?" He continued on.
"We will try to find their…" and he stopped taking a deep breath. "… heads, but he seems to have taken them as a trophy."
"Did he let any leads on their bodies at all?" Kaito asked.
"They are still being processed for clues," the inspector answered.
"Yuma hans't called saying anything, has he?" Kaito asked, continuing his line of enquiry, feeling like a robot.
To that both Leon and the Inspector shook their head. "We have moved extra security to keep an eye on the Vocaloids, in case the stalker decides to strike again."
"And what about the Utauloids?" Leon asked.
"Do you know how many UTAUs there are? More than Vocaloids, it's scary," the inspector said with a sigh. "They will be harder to keep a watch on, as there are more than we could originally imagine," the inspector answered. "But we have emitted an alert to warn them."
"It's a start," Kaito mumbled. "Though I don't think he will attack any of us again."
"He may, to blackmail Gakupo…" The inspector asked.
"That's why he kept the heads, to remind Gakupo of what would happen if he disobeyed."
"That is very interesting theory," the Inspector claimed nodding. "Nonetheless, we'll keep an eye out."
"Have you investigated Hondas?" He asked.
"Yes, and they own nothing but that house in Osaka, I already told you that, mister Shion," the inspector explained.
"What about Amaya?" He asked hopeful.
Once more the inspector shook his head. "Just the house in Osaka."
Kaito looked down and covered his eyes with the palms of his hands. "So what now?"
"We hope that the bodies have something that can aid us."
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It was like stitching a doll.
When he was a child, his sister had a collection of porcelain dolls their mother had brought from England when she went there. Beautiful dolls, with pearl white skin and large blue and green eyes. Amaya loved the dolls, she'd take care of them, sew clothes for them, and he would help. But soon, the dolls were boring, they didn't talk, so, one day she asked him if he wanted to be a doll. He said yes, he was always envious of the dolls, the way they were pretty and small. So for a time he was the doll, but then she lost interest in him, she wanted new dolls, and he also wanted them.
So they'd pick together, a new doll to play. He learnt to sow, so he could make them dresses. And when these dolls were noisy and ugly, he'd punish them. The best part was that they didn't break like his sisters doll. One day however he saw a doll he wanted so much. She was so pretty, small, pale, wearing her little blue yukata, with her long purple hair. But he had to keep her hidden from his sister, she didn't like boys. One day she found the doll and took it away.
"You know, when I was a young man, I'd sow dresses for dolls," the stalker sat on the bed. In front of him was his beautiful star.
His love's skin was tainted in red blood, as a slim gash, cut through his torso, starting at the base of his neck and twirled down, outlining the lines of his muscles and stopping by his navel. Blood burbled dry from the scaring cut, his star winced in pain, whenever the stalker pressed the needle against his skin, suturing the cut, stitching it as he spoke. A thin line of thread closed the cut he himself had opened earlier.
"When my sister cut her wrists open," the stalker continued. "I was alone with her, I was the one who stitched her wrists together until the doctors arrived."
He watched as Gakupo lifted his head to look at him. His skin was pale white, bruised in tones of purple and red, his eyes faded, almost like doll eyes were quickly cast down, in fear of even crossing sight with him. Holding the needle on one hand he reached for Gakupo with his free hand and caressed his cheek, lifting his chin to look at him. The man looked back silent, obedient, like a good doll. It seemed his punishment, having his chest and back cut had worked miracles in breaking the man's spirit. Either that or the heads.
He should bring the heads to his cell, but decided not to, it would be rubbing salt in the wound, and as his star was now was good. He brushed the chin of his star and pecked his lips gently, the man flinched under the touch but didn't scoot away. Leaning back he smiled, content with the response, even though his love had not kiss him back and just stared at him absently.
"Let me finish stitching you up," he said with a grin. "Would you like to take a bath, afterwards?"
"Yes, master," Gakupo answered in a low tone.
Grinning, he stuck the needle through the Vocaloid's flesh who whimpered flinching and finished stitching the slim cut. Once he was done, he stepped back to admire his work. The cut would leave a nasty scar, a reminder of who Gakupo belonged to and what would happen if he was bad again. Yet, there was something enticingly beautiful about it, like a patched up doll.
The stalker walked over to Gakupo and pushed the Vocaloid unto the mattress, the Vocaloid laid back, looking up at the man, fear crossing his features, but he did not move away. He wasn't stupid enough to put his cock back in the man's mouth again, but he was decided on enjoying himself and punishing the man a little more, breaking him a little further.
As the Vocaloid laid over the bed, bruised and stained in blood, the stalker leaned over him, placing his knee over the mattress, by the Vocaloid's body. He heard the younger male whimper under him, as he looked away, letting a bruised and pale neck exposed. The stalker pressed his finger against the stitch on the neck and traced down his skin, all the way down, following the slim thread that connected the skin together. It was beautiful, the contrast between the red line and the pale skin.
"Pull the skin, rip the flesh, cut the nerves and break the bones," the stalker sang along as he traced the cut and stopped by the line of Gakupo's crotch.
By now, obviously recognizing the song, Gakupo started trembling and whimpering under the stalker's touch. The man tugged on the Vocaloid's flaccid member and gave it a gentle pull, causing the Vocaloid to yelp, lifting his head to look. As he pulled on the member, the Stalker quickly let go, pressing his fingers against the Vocaloid's scrotum, against the tneder flesh between his balls, fondling them on his hands, looking hungrily at the cock in front of him. He pressed his fingers down to the broken ring on the entrance of the Vocaloid and pressed his finger in.
A gasp escaped Gakupo's lips and he twitched under the man, grabbing the bedsheets, looking over to see what the stalker was doing. The larger male wiggled his finger inside, and it wasn't long before he was scissoring a second digit in, causing the vocaloid the gasp and squirm. Then he inserted a third digit, and spreading the three he grinned, pulling out. The Vocaloid gasped relieved letting his hips touch the mattress. Panting he looked over at the stalker who seemed to be rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
"Your punishment is still not over, my star, but I trust you will behave," he said. The Vocaloid gulped but nodded, holding his hand over his forehead.
The stalker walked back to the Vocaloid, and for his surprise carried a syringue with him. Gakupo shook his head, begging his master not to, but the man ignored him and grabbed his arm. He pressed the needle against his arm and injected whatever drug he had made into the man's blood. The Vocaloid squirmed and gasped, as the flames shot through his veins, his body trembling.
The stalker grabbed his legs, pulling them over his shoulders so that he had full access to the Vocaloid's entrance. Once again, he pushed two fingers pass the ring, with no preparation, causing the Vocaloid to squirm and whimper. But before the Vocaloid could do anything, he pushed a third, wiggling them inside, pressing them against the Vocaloid's prostate. Gakupo yelped helpless, as a shock of pleasure shot through him, his body responding to the stimulation and the drugs effect his head light and dazed. Then he felt the stalker put the second hand on his hole, trying to spread it further, wiggling the fingers inside deeper. He yelled as pain shot through him and he felt the stalker forcing more than his fingers inside.
"M-master! It hurts!" He begged.
"Shut up!"
The stalker ordered however, and with a shooting cry, he was able to force his entire fist into the Vocaloid, who wriggled and yelled in pain, arching his back. The stalker laughed as blood trickled from the entrance, the warmth and tightness enveloping his limb. He tried to move his hand inside, clench it and open it, causing the vocaloid to yell louder. Laughing, he pulled the fist out in one swift motion, the hole gaping open, pulsated with blood trickling from the entrance.
Tears rushed down Gakupo's closed eyes, his hands clenched on the sheets, his lip bit and bleeding, he panted in pain.
"I guess you are loose enough, now," the stalker said jokingly as he leaned over the man, biting the fresh stitches. He could savor the blood on the cuts and it reeled him.
Finally he pressed his prick against the gaping hole, and in one thrust, pushed it in, all the way. The Vocaloid yelled once more and the stalker bit his lip. It seemed almost a lie the fact that a whole fist was on that tight ass just a few seconds ago, for it was a tight as ever before. Holding the Vocaloid's legs, he started thrusting, quick and hard, forcing the entirety of his massive length inside. Gakupo yelled and gasped under him, his back arched perfectly, his wounded skin exposed. The man pressed his tongue against the cut, savoring the trickling blood under the stitches, sweat rushed down that pristine body, as the Vocaloid eyes glazed over, his own cock was starting to gain form. That caused a shock of arousal assault the stalker, only making his thrusting more furious, the hole he was fucking, becoming wetter as blood ran from the abused entrance.
"M-master!" He heard Gakupo moan, his sight glazed, his cheeks flushed red.
Biting the cut, tasting the blood, the stalker grabbed the cock of his love and started pumping it in his hand, with the same furious rhythm as he fucked the man. His cock ram furiously into that body, abusing the Vocaloid's prostrate and bleeding entrance. He watched the arched body of his love, who kept his eyes close. Suddenly, for his surprise, the young man reached over to the stalker and enlaced his arms around his neck, riding the stalker as he thrust into him.
The shock of pleasure and arousal sent the stalker over the edge and he bit into the cut on the Vocaloid's collarbone, pulling on the stitches, the cut opening wide open once more. The Vocaloid yelled as the pain shot through him, the seed of the stalker flowing inside him. In a drugged and dazed mixture of pleasure and sheer pain he himself came, his seed falling over the stalker's hands.
"Master!" He yelled before his head collapsed on the stalker's shoulder from blood loss and exhaustion.
The stalker laughed satisfied and pulled out, letting the Vocaloid fall unto the bed. He looked at the mess he had done of his love and licked his lips, descending to kiss the undone stitches and bleeding wound.
"Good boy…" He said with a smile. "Look what you made me do? Now I have to stitch you all over again, my star… my doll."
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to be continued
AN: I am sorry for the long wait once more. I have been busy with personal projects. I have not abandoned this, I will just take longer to update it.
