Chapter 13; your fate was already sealed. Part 2
Akihito looked up at Asami and blinked before they headed over to the limo. "Oh, I forgot something!" Akihito turned to Souh. "Where's Sakazaki?" Asami and Suoh looked at each other, puzzled.
"Follow me, please, he's in there." Suoh pointed Akihito and Asami to a back entrance, after which they entered a small room. Lying in his bloodied shirt was Sakazaki.
Akihito walked over to him. "Did you fix up his wound, Suoh?" he asked as he smiled down at Sakazaki. Asami did not seem amused.
Souh took up his usual position, at ease. "Hai, Takaba-san. Blood loss was minimal." Akihito nodded, looking down at him with distaste; just being this close to him made his skin crawl.
"Feilong's men will collect Sakazaki soon, and then he will be castrated, and have his dick hacked off. They are a disgrace to all men. Then, I want him to eat his own junk, so he'll know just how slimy it feels, having to put his dick and balls into one's mouth." Akihito looked over at Asami.
"Oh yes, my flying dragon knows what to do. He helped me with some ideas. We are going to keep you alive, so understand this: before the end, you will know slowly creeping insanity, you fucking bag of shit." Akihito walked back to Asami, feeling like he may be in need of some immoral support.
Akihito's eyes were shining brightly. "Feilong has decided on using the Chinese water torture method. Victims are strapped down, unable to move, while cold water is slowly dripped onto the forehead as it's a very sensitivite area, with its own nerve bundle. He will see each drop coming; after a long duration, I've heard that people become paranoid, delusional, and are gradually driven frantic. So, while we drive you insane so very slowly, we might as well make some use of you, and take some of your blood to be used as a donation. Someone should benefit from your pitifully excuse of an existence."
Asami's smiled darkly. "Kitten, that's brilliant." He purred.
Sakazaki grunted, his blood loss and dizziness made it difficult to communicate, but there was fear and hatred in his eyes as it sounded like he tried to say something like "whore". Akihito heard this as they were exiting the room, and his pent up anger took over. Blinded with rage, Akihito launched himself towards Sakazaki, grabbing him by his shirt, hauling him up off the floor and slammimg him into the wall, pinning him upright. He pulled out his knife and pushed it up under his chin. Looking deep into Sakazaki eyes, Akihito smiled. Hatred built up inside him. He was disgusted with what this man had done, and had said, he would never forget any of it. Akihito would learn to push it from his mind, but now, now his anger and rage shook Akihito to his very core.
"Keep your fucking mouth shut, you piece of shit, or I'll sew it up permanently." He growled, venom dripping with every word. Akihito's mind was hazy, anger clouding any moral judgement.
He had wanted Feilong to teach him martial arts for defence only, but he had insisted on training him in attack methods as well, and had shown him some techniques in torture. Akihito had not been too happy with that, but Feilong had explained: "If you are trapped and need to escape, maybe a loved one needs you, or information is vital, sometimes, it is unavoidable." He had shown him 'the death by a death by thousand cuts', as it was a simple technique. But Akihito was infuriated with this man who had tried to take everything from him. He dared even to attempt to have Asami killed, and Akihito's mind was starting to swirl, unravelling in madness.
Akihito's morals were bending. What he did and was going to do to Suduo Shuu, he could live with. Well, okay, he wasn't going to kill him, but his life was going to a living hell, like he had tried to make Akihito's on more than one occasion. He had nearly died because of Suduo Shuu, which would have caused Asami pain, so he deserved nothing less.
But Sakazaki was different. He had crawled into Akihito's head, telling him he was Asami's little whore, his fucktoy, his pet, and he had taken what was Asami's. Sometimes his voice whispered in his dreams in the night, and what he had made him do stripped him of his pride as man. He had only been willing to do it for Asami, but Akihito's heart had been heavy, close to breaking; just a simple transgression could have ruined him. Them. 'I need to survive you', he thought to himself, 'you tried to destroy me, but I will not fall apart again'.
Asami had forgiven him, but he wouldn't forget, would he? Akihito was started to tear up. Asami, did he really forgive him, truly? 'And it was all this man's fault I turned into a slut. Or, am I a slut? Does Asami think that, deep down?' Akihito's mind was whirling with negative thoughts. 'It was all this asshole's fault, for everything.'
The knife slowly pushed along his jaw line. Sakazaki's eyes looked into his, saying 'you haven't the guts, you're the one who chose to do what you did.' The dagger inched across his cheek, towards the man's eye.
'Akihito, can you do this?' He had to prove he was stronger, and that he wasn't scared of scum like these wankers. The pain, the rage, his days of despair seemed about to swallow Akihito whole; making him feellike an overexposed photo. Numb, Akihito had started to feel paralyzed.
Asami had been watching with his hawk-like eyes. Every movement Akihito made was concerning him deeply. Yes, he had seen bloodlust in Akihito's eyes, however, in Akihito's core was a strong moral guide, so Akihito making Suduo Shuu into a addict, who would whore himself for drugs, well, it would be a living hell, but he wouldn't be killing him out right, like Shuu had tried to do to him.
Asami watched everything, and could see the internal madness start. Akihito had never forgave himself for that transgression with Sakazaki. Yes, it had stung his pride, but it didn't really bother Asami, he had understood why Akihito did it, but he knew it still hurt his boy too.
Maybe Akihito needed to do this. Asami didn't want Akihito anywhere near the darkness of taking a life, so he watch intently.
He would pull him back from the brink, if he looked like he was going to cross a line he couldn't come back from. Asami and Feilong had no compunctions, things in their world needed to be done, examples needed to be made. Asami had planned a slow, tortuous death for Sakazaki, but Akihito wouldn't have been a part of it.
No, he wanted to keep Akihito out of the darkness, keeping his inner light shinning, so that he could come home and bath in it, wash the grime of his transgressions of the day away, be forgiven and loved by Akihito, no matter what. Today, Akihito's pain and rage needed an outlet, so he would watch, and let Akihito do whatever damage he needed to do. Now, Sakazaki was his.
Akihito slowly brought his blade closer to Sakazaki's eye. He didn't want him to see his eyes lusting after him any more. 'No', Akihito decided 'I'll take his eyes and leave the rest to my beloved dragons', but his eyes, his eyes we're his. The tip of the blade was as sharp as a scalpel. Akihito nicked Sakazaki's cornea, deep enough to puncture the eyeball. Slowly, he jiggled the blade enough to widen the tear. As the blade was pulled out of the eye, vitreous fluid leaked out of the eyeball and trickled down his face as the eyeball itself deflated slightly.
Sakazaki had watch as the blade tip come closer and closer to his eye. He didn't believe Akihito had it in him, so he just stared at him, trying to intimidate him, but Akihito's eyes were ice cold, dead, like a shark's. Either there weren't any emotions left, or too many emotions overwhelmed him, so he couldn't think straight. Sakazaki started to shake, trying to turn his head away. Akihito grabbed his hair painfully in his fist, making him look right at him. Akihito spat at him, just as his blade bit into his other cornea; then Akihito removed the knife blade.
Sakazaki would see the blade come in, felt the pressure build on one spot of his eyeball before it was punctured, felt it wiggle inside, then felt a small "pop" as the eye tissue lost suction around the blade as it was pulled out, not to mention the slight pull on the eyeball itself and the attached optic nerve as the blade slid out.
What he felt then was BLINDING PAIN. The first sensation was an intense, burning ache in my eye, the kind of intensity he could almost see, but his vision was uneven and splotchy, like looking through wadded up cellophane. Blinking at the pain, it went from excruciating to mind shattering.
Sakazaki could FEEL the surface of his eyeball rubbing loose against the inside of his eyelid, and started screaming at this point, trying to get away from the knife that had crossed over to his other eye, and had finished ripping his other cornea the rest of the way. The pain was so strong, it made Sakazaki vomit as he collapsed to the floor.
He didn't black out, but he was huddled at Akihito's feet in a heap.
The pain was so unique. No matter what he did, no matter how he moved, the pain stayed with him. It was razor sharp. One of the first things Sakazaki realized was that any pressure against his eye, any movement of his eyelid would cause the pain to go from a '10' to a 'FuckYou'. Motion of any kind was nauseating. Sakazaki tried to close his left eye and see with his right, but the pressure from the clenched eyelid alone was enough to make him scream and vomit again.
Akihito was standing to the side when he punctured Sakazaki's eyeballs; he'd screamed as if a wild animal had a limb caught in a metal-toothed trap, and fell to the floor. Akihito stepped away as Sakazaki vomited due to the intense pain. Sakazaki was going into shock, and moaned.
When Asami's hand grabbed Akihito's arm, he turned slowly to stare at up Asami. Akihito was shedding tears, even though he had a slight smile on his face. Asami squeezed his hand that held the knife. Asami whispered to Akihito and slowly Akihito seemed to waken from his trance. He dropped the knife, and turned into Asami's arms, who moved him away from Sakazaki. Asami gave Sakazaki a wolfish grin over his shoulder, to let him know this just the start for him. Sakazaki was too far gone to see Asami's feral grin, but he knew this was only the beginning.
When Asami brought Akihito out the building, he had left Suoh behind for a while, to relay to the remaining guards his orders to fix Sakazaki up, keep him alive, and about what to do until the Chinese group arrived; after he talked to Feilong about altering his plans slightly. Sakazaki was treated, but Akihito had done a fair amount of damage. As it was, patience was a virtue. It would take three months before Sakazaki could open his eyes and see fairly clearly again, but it would still be a painful recovery. Sakazaki would curse Akihito daily, but he knew Asami and Feilong were coming for him, and in the end, he was going to end up driven out of his mind.
Feilong had left an open invitation to Asami's underworld security team, that when the time was right, whomever wanted to have some payback for what Sakazaki had done to their boss and his lover, they were more than welcomed to have at it, as long as he remained alive, and relatively whole. Asami was just itching to carve into him. Not just for nearly destroying Sion. Not just for his damaged reputation, both personal and business. But because his beloved had come out of this experience stronger, but oh so brittle. Asami would snarl at the recollection of Akihito's rage, nearly losing himself to the madness. Therefore, Sakazaki was going to suffer for the trauma he put his shining light through.
Asami, Suoh and Kei showed up together, and quite a few of the senior security guards from back when Akihito and Asami first became 'aquatinted', that liked Akihito, and had witnessed some of the agony he was still going through, decided that for him, they would take the burden from his shoulders, and get payback.
By the end of the first week, they had all made their contribution: some of them had taken turns beating Sakazaki bare-handed, while others had used bamboo canes on the bare soles of his feet. A few decided to polish up their knife skills, carving "slut", "whore" and other pet names into various parts of Sakazaki's body.
They would let him rest. when his body was as good as healed.
Then, the second faze, specialists took the torture up a notch, consisting almost entirely of crushing devices and procedures, including exceptionally clever screw presses or "bone vises" that crushed thumbs, toes, knuckles, knees, and even broke teeth in a wide variety of ways. An array of "boot" devices that were variously and ingeniously designed to slowly crush bones in the feet were equally well represented.
Again Sakazaki was left to heal, Now Sakazaki was now begging for death. but it would not come. Revenge is best served cold. I mean very cold.
Finally, Asami was ready to take his turn, as he savagely mutilated the body in numerous dreadful ways, incorporating spikes, blades, boiling oil, and extremely careful applications of fire. The serrated iron tongue shredder, and the stocks that forcibly held the prisoner's naked feet, glistening with lard, directly over red-hot coals until the skin, tendons and foot muscles were burnt away, and the exposed bones dried out and turned to ash.
Nearly dead when he had finished, Asami, Kei and Suoh had stood apart, ignoring this human being, (if one could call him that), now broken into pieces on the floor, talking casually amongst themselves, and smoking. But, it was far too soon for Sakazaki to die, so the medical people who worked for Sion mended him, keeping him alive, only to find that after ten more months of hell, recuperating, his final end was near: a trip to Hong Kong, a personal welcome from the leader of Baishe, and finally, the water torture.
Feilong opened the door to the room specifically designed for the torment it contained within. He entered, letting his tall, lean frame sway gracefully, giving his "guest" a wintry smile as he looked down at silenced and immobilized Sakazaki.
Feilong spoke, his voice so delicate it would charm birds from the trees. "I am here for one reason only", he said, as he put his hand up to caress the valve above his victim's head.
"I am here on Akihito's behalf. I wanted to do something to you that would represented Akihito's mental anguish over the three years he was away from Asami, his home, his family and friends." Opening the valve started the water dripping, a single drop falling, every minute, or so.
"So this is Akihito's goodbye." Feilong turned away from the helpless body with a slight flaring of his sumptuous cheongsam, he left the room, and closed the door with heavy finality.
Feilong knew this method well, it was simplistic and the results were always the same. Before the end, Sakazaki would know hopelessness and madness himself.
Feilong's and Asami's need to avenge the boy they both loved and protected was satisfied. It was finally over.