(This chapter is for Mature readers only due to content)

CHAPTER 27:
"Shocking And Torturous"

When Light returned to Tsuku-Yoki Tower, in a moment of weakness and fury, he nearly destroyed his office.

Demetre tried to calm him down when he came back, but little he said could settle Light. He ducked when Light threw his mask in his direction. It bounced off a lounge couch near a table and then rolled to the floor.

"The indignity! The humiliation!" Light fumed, then threw something else. "I may have won over that bitch, but that doesn't detour the fact that I was kidnapped from my own building, and then rescued like some damsel in distress by that little Imp! And even before the ignominy of my kidnapping, Security allowed Matsuda and Aizawa to enter my building unabated in what I thought was my private sanctuary! I feel so violated!" He slammed a fist to his desk.

He then pulled out a drawer and picked up Ryuk's Probable Orb and looked into it as if wanting to see his future. With it, a Shinigami could track its Death Note owner. But since he was Ryuk's handler, and the device belonged to Ryuk, nothing showed up into the black sphere but his own reflection like he had no future to see. The omen was a frightening concept after everything he had gained after his resurrection.

"I feel that the universe is turning against me," he said, putting the Probable Orb down on his desk, and turned to Demetre with a sour look. "You are the only person I can trust implicitly, Demmy."

"Non-sense, Light," Demetre said, picking up Light's mask and dusting it off. He looked at it admiringly. "And this is not like you. Only kids have temper tantrums." Light's eyes widened with shock in being called a child. But Demetre was never once to hold back, always speaking the truth to him. His friend looked at him with a serious demeanour. "Everything is under control. And as for your kidnapper, he's being questioned for information as we speak."

Light nodded, then sighed, and dropped into his chair behind his desk. He had knocked over the Scales of Justice model during his tantrum. It was laying face down. He picked it up and put it right, but the small weight was missing. The small weight reminded him of himself as he shouldered the burden of Kira upon the world.

But once the Grand Agenda had swung into full swing, the world would be under Kira's thumb again.

Demetre found the small weight, picked it up, and handed both it and the mask to Light over the desk. In that moment, Light became the Scales of Justice. In his right hand, was the mask he wore for his persona as Shinto Izanagi, CEO of the Tsuku-Yoki Corporation, and in his left hand, was the weight that symbolized Kira's World.

Light placed the mask on his desk and then placed the weight on the base of the Scales of Justice, leaving both sides equal at the moment. The only other thing on his desk was his computer, untouched in his fury.

"I have so much to lose if things start to go bad, Demmy."

"Nothing will go bad, Light, and everything of consequence is being dealt with. Matsuda and Aizawa were sent off without remembering anything of what occurred here, and Matt is being questioned."

"Chastity is dead, but Matt said he had a partner. Someone he called J."

"We'll learn the name of his partner. The person I chose to interrogate Matt has methods to get the information, one way or another. And from what I have been told, he is very good at his job." Demetre winked.

Light smiled in revelation. Without being told, he knew whom Demetre had chosen. Light then began tapping on his desk, anxiously. He gave Demetre a concerned look. "How is she? Takada, I mean?"

"She's resting comfortably in your secondary condo apartment a few blocks from here," Demetre answered. "She's not awakened yet, but I asked Aveeno Tant to inform me the moment she does. She will, no doubt, have a lot of questions. And I think it would best if you were there when she did awake, seeing a familiar face."

Light nodded.

"However, when Dr. Lovecraft examined Takada, she found something unusual. She's pregnant."

Light's eyes widened with shock. "Pregnant? H-how? She just returned from the dead!"

"Apparently, she was pregnant when she died. I had someone look into her medical records, and days before she died in that truck fire, she went to see her doctor for symptoms resembling morning sickness. She took a test, but she died before her doctor was able to affirm the results positively."

Light put his hands to his face. He was stunned. "How long does it take for pregnant to normally affront itself?"

"If I recall, the standard time is five to six weeks," Demetre said. "She must have been reborn still pregnant. When she was in Quindecim, I doubt anyone knew, or cared. Maybe she didn't even know."

Light wiped the top of his lips of sweat. "When I was meeting Kiyomi under the guise of getting information for the Kira Task Force, things got a little heated one evening and we ended up in bed. I told the other task force members that it was necessary to advance things to coax more information out of her. But I lied. We loved each other, and our relationship was rekindled from our university days. We engaged in the throes of passion."

"And got her pregnant?"

Light shrugged. "I don't know? She never told me. But during our final meeting in the hotel, she did say she wasn't feeling very well. We exchanged secret notes like we normally did and there didn't appear to be anything wrong. She chalked it up to a cold that was going around her news office. She was an NHN journalist. If I knew then, I would've rescued her, instead of writing her name down in the Death Note. Oh, god! What if Asumi finds out?"

Demetre suddenly laughed. "You sound like a fanatic husband who just knocked up his mistress."

Light rose to his feet. "I must see Takada."

"Yes, I agree. However, I believe we have more pressing matters at the moment." He walked over and picked up a computer tablet that was sitting on the table next to a lounge couch in the centre of the room, and tapped it on. "I managed to go through the surveillance tapes of the underground parking lot, secretly. No one else knows you were kidnapped, and I have erased all footage of it except for what I have here. I found someone of interest who was there at the time, but I don't think he was part of it. And yet, he isn't an innocent bystander either. He left soon after to follow Matt just after he took you, paying no heed to the dead chauffeur. I have an enhanced picture of him."

The moment Demetre showed Light the picture of the person in question, Light snatched the tablet from him in disbelief, like he had just seen a ghost. "Oh, my god!…It's Raye Penber!"

x x x

The icy coldness of water shocked Matt back to conscious as it hit his face.

He coughed and then looked upon the face of a teenager holding a bucket. The teen tossed the bucket aside as Matt shook the water out of his hair. It dripped into his eyes and stung.

He quickly became aware of his surroundings. He was in a brightly lit, sizeable, medical examination room.

Surrounding him were glass walls. One on side, in front of one wall mirror, there were shelves of instruments, displayed like trophies, used for torture. And there were other tools that he had to take a double take about—items used in the sex trade. They were the kinds of things that brought both pleasure and pain. Chastity had had a few of them and offered to spice things up when she and Matt had coitus. On his right was a medical bed.

His arms and legs were clamped down in a metal chair and he had been stripped to his briefs.

But that wasn't the worse of it.

The teen wore some kind of fetish, kinky sadomasochist attire with a black, tight, armless shirt, leather pants with see-through mesh down the sides, black boots, fingerless gloves, and a dog collar of sorts.

Everything was so tight on him that it left little to the imagination.

Matt quickly re-assessed his captor and determined despite his youthful appearance, the teen wasn't a teen at all, but an adult who looked a lot younger than his true age.

The last thing Matt remembered was being at the warehouse near Harumi Wharf, in Chuo City, where he took Shinto Izanagi. Then he was struck unconscious with Shinto's baton when he tried to stop him from escaping after the CEO murdered Chastity. But where was he now? More importantly, what the hell was going to happen him now?

His captor came in close, too close for Matt's liking, and smiled smugly.

"I'm so glad you're awake now," his young captor said coolly. "It would be pointless to torture you if you were unconscious. How would I get any answers from you then? Oh, the body can give answers of its own violation even unconscious, but I would prefer my Evaluation to be done while you're fully attentive to enjoy it."

"Back off, man! I'm not into this kind of stuff. Who the hell are you? Where Am I?"

His captor backed off, but then extended his arms in god-like fashion. He smirked crookedly. "You are in my personal sanctum. It was built specifically for my tastes and it's where I do my best work. You have not been the first to bask in my humble abode and you won't be the last. I evaluate people here to get information for Master Izanagi. And he gets angry when he doesn't get the results he demands."

"So, what's your name? Or, doesn't a pervert like you have one? Should I just call you: Pervert?"

His captor didn't seem fazed by the name calling. "Ah, my appearance is young, but I am older than you think. I am an adult, so you can be rest assured that you will not suffer at the hands of someone younger than yourself, I think? You can call me anything you like. In fact, after I'm finished with you, you'll end up calling me master." Cupping Matt's chin, he came in close again, enough for Matt to feel his captor's breath, and said, "You can call me Riki. And I will be your interrogator for as long as it takes for you to tell me what I wish to know."

He then kissed Matt on the lips for a few seconds, then moved back.

Matt spit out in disgust. "Jesus Christ!" he said in protest. "I'm not into guys!"

Riki smirked. "You don't have to be. But you will submit to me. I guarantee it. In my last profession, I had the title of Evaluator for a Yukaza sect and was Prime Assistant to the Mistress of a torture den that prided itself on a high success rate of information collection. Whatever my Mistress wished, I did, and performed with great fulfillment. I have a new master now and he wishes for information you possess, namely your comrades."

"Do your worse, pervert! I'm not going to tell you anything. Even if you strip me naked and torture me! I'd rather die!"

"Oh, trust me, you will tell me everything my master wishes to know, and then some. And when I'm done, you may even beg me to kill you…"

Riki went over to a drawer and took out a pair of scissors, a white tube, a ribbon, and a small rectangle box.

"Are you aware of our customs, and a particular special day named White Day?" Matt shook his head, he was from England. "Well, it takes place soon after Valentine's Day, when girls give boys chocolates. On White Day, the boys reciprocate, and give girls a thank-you gift. It's a curious holiday. In America, Valentine's Day is reserved purely for males to give their significant other flowers and chocolates to show their love. We may be a little late for White Day here, this year, but I would like to give you a gift. This nice, purple ribbon. And just wait until you see where I tie it."

Riki then proceeded to cut off Matt's briefs, then he tossed them into a receptacle. Matt pleaded for Riki to stop, but he stopped short of wiggling around for fear of the scissors cutting him. Riki then squirted lube onto his hands from the white tube. "As I said to another I once did this to: you can either enjoy it or hate it, your choice," he said.

Matt struggled against his bindings, knowing what was coming, then Riki went low.

"No, no, no…"

But it didn't take long for him to react to the touch, and Matt couldn't believe it. He even felt himself stutter and tremble. This guy was just as good or even better than Chastity.

"Please, no. Stop it! I'm not…"

Riki then took the ribbon and tied it around the base of Matt's member to it kept it firm. Then he opened the small rectangular box and took out a small, thin, metal rod about five inches in length and made it pliant with lube.

"W-what the hell is that thing?" Matt snapped, feeling violated.

Riki held one end between thumb and forefinger, close to Matt's face. "This was one of my Mistress's favourite tools to use on a subject that became defiant. And it's not a rectal thermometer. Although, I can see the resemblance. It's inserted elsewhere, and it will cause tremendous pain if not removed promptly after the proper stimulation to the prostate gland with other tools." Riki gestured to the other items on the mirrored wall shelf. Items that could be used for pleasure and pain. "This item is called a Urethra Stick and it is inserted into your…"

Matt's eyes widened with fear. "You're kidding right? You wouldn't dare!"

Riki leaned in close again and smiled with a sinister grin, exhibiting the Urethra Stick. "Try me. I am willing to do anything to get what I want, even twisted, evil, pervert things, all for the sake of my Master. Now, you will tell me everything I want to know, or…"

And Riki began to insert it.

Matt screamed.

To be continued...