Kazuya was shoved into another room further down the hall. It was pitch black before the kidnapper flipped the light switch, causing the bulbs to flicker several times as they glowed to life. He slammed the steel door behind him, inserting a key into the doorknob; effectively locking Kazuya in the room with him. Counters lined the far wall, the tops of which were packed with clutter. There was an identical door in the very back corner, squeezed between a counter and wall. The wall perpendicular to the second door had a mirror stretched across it. It was smeared with dust and grime, barely allowing visibility through it. Not that Kazuya would be able to see his reflection clearly at the moment anyway, considering his glasses were haphazardly dumped to the ground in the previous room. Belatedly, he worried about their integrity. The thought of continuing through this hell in a blurry world seemed awful, on top of the already shitty situation.
He accidentally allowed himself to get distracted as he scanned the room, attempting to decipher one blurry blob from the next, squinting even though he knew that would barely help, and in some cases, make things worse.
"Do not move from this spot." A voice said immediately behind him. Startled, he whirled around, coming face to face with the kidnapper. His expression scrunched up in fury at the act. Out of nowhere, Kazuya was smacked across the cheek, sending him sprawling to the ground. Kazuya's hand instantly rested atop the abused flesh, in more shock and anger than fear.
"What the fuck?!" Kazuya snapped.
"I told you not to move." The man growled, rage prevalent in his voice.
"You told me not to move from that spot, not to move at all. And now, you moved me." He snipped back, propping himself up on his elbow. Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted speaking. In his annoyance, he had forgotten who he was dealing with. A complete psychopath. Despite that; however, a large part of Kazuya didn't want to constantly cower in front of the man. He wanted to make him work for it, though, in retrospect, that was probably an incredibly idiotic way of thinking.
Abruptly, a booted foot stomped down on the hand he was balanced on, heel digging against bone. Kazuya's mouth fell open in an outcry, before he cut the sound off, not liking the idea of showing the man his pain. Experimentally, Kazuya tugged his hand to see if he could dislodge it, and was rewarded with more pressure pushing against him. A hand fisted his hair, yanking his head up as the man leaned down to be directly in Kazuya's face; hot, rank breath brushed against his skin.
"One more word and I will staple your mouth shut." He spat out, literally, and figuratively. Spit splattered across Kazuya's face, but he refused to be the first to break eye contact, even though his stomach clenched in revulsion. "Do you understand?" He asked; Kazuya knew it was rhetorical, he didn't have a choice. But oh, he understood. "Do you understand?" He reiterated with more force, punctuated as he roughly shook Kazuya's head. Kazuya bit the inside of his cheek so hard, he tasted blood. Kazuya was pissed; he was so close to arguing back out of spite, but logically; however, he knew what the man was trying to achieve. He knew the kidnapper was attempting to make Kazuya give him a reason to follow up on his threat.
When Kazuya remained silent, the man smirked, "Good," he drawled; satisfied. The man roughly shoved Kazuya's head aside as he released his hair. "Now, do. Not. Move." He stood, stepping over Kazuya and through the second door, slamming it behind him.
Kazuya was alone, left with his thoughts to worry and stress over what was to follow. At first, Sawamura only received mild bruising, and without knowing what set the kidnapper off to cause the lacerations across Sawamura's back, it leaves Kazuya clueless on what to expect for himself. One thing he was certain on, was that he won't be leaving this room with meer flesh wounds. But the how increasingly bothered him.
The area gave off hospital vibes, the kind straight out of horror films and games. Complete with dingy lighting, questionable stains from floor to ceiling, and minimal surfaces cluttered with a seemingly random assortment of objects. The most concerning; however, was a circular drain that Kazuya felt under his leg. It did not bode well for him, causing his mind to race with any and all possibilities. The drain suggested quick, efficient clean-up with a hose, and Kazuya could easily come to the conclusion of what the main messes were. Then he had to wonder, had Sawamura been in this room, too? Was this where he was beaten and tortured? If so, any evidence had already been sprayed away. Though the tiles were dry, and between the time when they were tending to Sawamura until now, they would still be slick.
The second door creaked back open; Kazuya froze, holding his breath, with his heart pounding against his ribcage. He overheard the man muttering to himself, but Kazuya could not distinguish what was being said. Soon, the sound of metal screeching as it was dragged pierced his eyes, causing Kazuya to cringe and grind his teeth. He chanced a glance behind him from his seated position on the floor, to observe as the man strode in; pulling a steel chair behind him, its two back legs scraping against the tile. The man settled the chair upright a few feet behind Kazuya, before turning to face him.
"Sit." The man ordered. Kazuya remained rooted to his spot, conflicted. He was afraid of what the man intended to do to him if he sat in the chair, but he was also concerned with what would happen if he didn't obey. Either option would end in pain, that he was sure; however, which would be worse? "Sit!" The man snapped impatiently; Kazuya rose slowly to his feet, turning to face the chair. In the end, Kazuya decided that going along with what the psycho wanted wouldn't be nearly as damaging as opposed to pissing him off and dealing with the fallout.
Reluctantly, while observing the man out of his peripherals, Kazuya lowered himself onto the chair, effectively putting his back to the enemy. He was uncomfortable, having the psychopath out of sight; Kazuya wanted to see what was coming to minimize the surprise factor. Kazuya gripped the solid armrests tightly, to refrain himself from fidgeting anxiously.
The man walked away, rummaging through cupboards noisily, slamming them shut when he couldn't find what he was looking for. The sounds escalated in an avalanche of toppled items before halting altogether. The footsteps grew closer, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to raise with the growing proximity. Thick, gloved fingers roughly grabbed Kazuya's wrist, pulling and squeezing until he released the grip he had on the chair; turning his arm around to lay his hand back onto the armrest, palm up. A loose wound of stiff wire slid from around the man's arm, where he aggressively fought to untangle it from itself. Kazuya watched with squinted eyes; he could tell it was no mere wire, there was something off about it, but he couldn't see to figure out what, and with the way the man was fighting the bundle made it even harder with the excessive movements. Eventually, the man happened upon an end, tugging it to free a long section; with his other hand, he dug into his pocket to pull out wire-cutters, and snipped the length off, allowing the rest of the wad to clatter onto the floor. He lay the section along Kazuya's palm, winding the rest underneath the armrest and back over his hand several times; not too loose, and not too tight. When he ran out of length, he used the wire-cutters to twist the end around itself, keeping it from coming undone. Kazuya could immediately feel what type of wiring it was. Barbed. He had to flex his hand back to avoid the barbs from breaking skin, and even then, they still dug uncomfortably against the soft flesh, threatening to pierce through if he so much as moved wrong. Any attempt to dislodge his hand or jostle the wiring out of place would lead to the barbs shredding through the skin.
The process was repeated with his other hand. His ankles received the same treatment as they were bound to the legs of the chair; barbs already cutting into flesh. Kazuya held himself stalk-still as the man walked out of view. Heart pounding and mind racing, Kazuya could do nothing but await further abuse; unsure what would even come next, partially hoping the barbed wire was going to be the extent of it. Unfortunately, the sound of the man sifting through his clutter revealed otherwise. A loud and sudden crack snapped through the room, instantly caused all the hairs on his body to stand on end, light briefing flickering overhead.
Kazuya had just taken a shuddering breath in when two small pinpricks dug snuggling into his back, through the large gap in the chair. Only seconds later, a current of electricity was coursing through his body, stiffening his joints and convulsing his muscles. Uncrotrollably, his fingers closed around the barbed wire, while his legs strained against their constraints. The voltage abruptly stopped, allowing his body to relax; however, he kept his fists tight as blood filled his palms, dripping down the sides of his hands. Releasing his hold would mean peeling his flesh away from the wire, and despite the already biting pain, Kazuya didn't think he could stomach it. Not that he was given much time to work up to it as another charge zapped through him, causing his teeth to grind painfully together as his body tensed up completely; barbs digging, once again, into the fresh wounds of his ankles. Like the first, the current cut off only to flow through him anew, giving him a few seconds of reprieve in between each shock. The intervals didn't allow him time to think before it started again; the only one thought circulated through his mind, over and over again on repeat as the light grew dimmer.
I'm going to die.
Kazuya regained consciousness slowly. Simply becoming aware that he was staring at his lap, hands and feet bound and bloody. Then the throbbing in his skull made itself known, quickly amping up to a nauseating level of pain. His mouth was dry with the lingering taste of copper; tongue sore, suggesting an injury, as if he bit it hard enough to draw blood. Though he wasn't surprised considering he had just been electrocuted. Kazuya groaned. He hurt; there was no part of his body that didn't ache, even his heart as it skipped beats uncomfortably. He knew he should be concerned; however, he couldn't muster up any emotion, brain too occupied with the multitudes of agony to register much else. Currently, Kazuya just existed, head down, and breathing slowly through his nose as he let his mind go blank.
Waking up a second time was just as jarring as the first. Everything still hurt but to a lesser degree. The involuntary spasms that occasionally ran through him, succeeded in causing the dull aches to flare into renewed pain, making him wish he was still unconscious, since at least, then, he wouldn't have to feel anything. Unfortunately, it didn't appear as if he was going to blackout again; mind more alert this time around. Instead, he allowed himself to simply sit and listen, unwilling to turn his head in search of the psycho. Nothing. No footsteps or shuffling, only Kazuya's own breathing and the low buzzing of the light. Meaning he was alone, and most likely has been for a while. Kazuya sighed a breath in relief. He let his eyelids fall closed, hoping for sleep to claim him, to temporarily relieve him of his discomfort, sadly, that was when one of his fingers twitched, pulling at the barbs that were still buried in his flesh. Kazuya hissed out a breath in response, squeezing his eyes shut against the sharp sting reignited in his hand. He had forgotten about the wires.
Deep down, he knew he should pry his hands away from them; that the longer they remained, the more it'll hurt later. The question was; however, should he go slow, peel his fingers off one by one? Or would it be better to do it quick, tear his fingers away in one, swift motion? He should probably do it fast; like a bandaid, just rip it off in one go to minimize the pain. Kazuya stared at his right hand, willing his fingers to move, growing increasingly frustrated with himself when he was unable to.
Just do it quickly, Kazuya! It'll hurt, but not nearly as excruciating going slow. He mentally told himself, working up the courage to actually go through with it. Just get it over with. Kazuya closed his eyes, and with several deep breaths, he opened his fists as quickly as he possibly could. The motion was followed by a sticky squelch as bits of flesh peeled away, attached to the barbs. He bit his lip, cutting off the outcry that bubbled up as the sharp pain radiated to his forearms. Head tilting towards his chest, and muscles tense, Kazuya waited impatiently for the biting agony to dull, even just the slightest bit would be great. After what felt like an eternity, the ache began to dim, enough that Kazuya was able to slowly relax his body, one high-strung muscle at a time.
And just his luck, the doorknob straight ahead of him turned, hinges creaking open as the psycho let himself in. He smiled when he caught sight of Kazuya awake, fully stepping into the room, sealing the door shut behind him. The man came to rest in front of Kazuya, pulling his wire cutters out from his pocket and knelt. Kazuya felt the tug on the wires followed by a snip as he freed his ankles from their binds. The only problem; however, was the barbs that were still dug deep into his skin were continuing to hold the wires in place. The man gazed up at Kazuya a wide, toothy smile spread across his face in absolute glee, before he slowly, meticulously, began to peel the wire, letting Kazuya feel the tug on his skin as each barb clung to his flesh.
This time, Kazuya did scream.
