For one blissful moment, Izaya couldn't remember the situation he had gotten into. Slowly, he regained his senses, but everything still felt hazy. His head pounded as he fought through dizziness and the heaviness of his limbs. Finally he was able to open his eyes and focus his vision.

He was greeted by darkness. While he waited for his eyes to adjust, he shifted experimentally to find that his arms were tied behind his back and his legs bound together. When he lifted his head, the jingling of a chain and heaviness around his neck told him he was also wearing a collar which was secured to a chain, but it was still too dark to see where the chain was connected.

The last thing he noticed told him the most about his situation. He was completely naked.

Blinking a few times, Izaya was finally able to make out his surroundings. He was in a small room with two adjacent doors across from him. Other than himself, the only items in the room were a bed which he was currently lying on, and a dresser on the opposite end of the room. To the left of the dresser, something caught his eye. There was a patch of wall that was a different color than the rest. After a few moments of staring (his vision was still fluctuating making it harder to focus on distant objects) he could see that it was a plank of wood nailed into the wall. He guessed it was covering up a window. If that was the case, he could assume he was in a basement considering how close to the "window" was to the ceiling.

Carefully, Izaya shifted his body so that he was sitting up, leaning against the wall behind him for support. The vertigo was beginning to fade, allowing him to concentrate on his situation.

It didn't take a genius to realize what was planned for him. The fact that he was naked told him all he needed to know. This guy was clearly some kind of pervert.

Izaya tested the ropes on his wrists and ankles. He could probably untie his ankles from behind his back, but it could take a while since he wouldn't be able to see the knots while untying them. Even then, he still had the problem of his wrists and the metal collar locked around his neck. Following the chain, Izaya saw that it was fairly long, wrapping around a few times and dragging on the floor. It was connected to an iron loop embedded into the wall. He shuffled closer to the wall to get a better look. From what he could see, the loop was set into a concrete brick and secured with concrete into the wall.

Turning around, Izaya grabbed the chain as close to the wall as he could reach and pulled.

Nothing.

He put all of his weight into one more tug, but he lost his balance and toppled off of the bed and onto the cold, concrete floor.

It was then that he heard a small click from one of the two doors. The door on the left slowly opened and in stepped none other than Kimura Jiro himself. Jiro's hand felt the wall next to the door and with a small flick, an overhead light came to life, forcing Izaya's sensitive eyes shut. Peaking open one eye he watched as Jiro fully emerged into the room, closing the door and locking it with a key behind him. Izaya watched carefully as he put the key into his right coat pocket. Jiro did not acknowledge Izaya as he walked over to the dresser across the room and placed a small bag on top. Izaya could only see the man's back as he fiddled with something in the bag, his movement slow. Izaya swallowed despite his dry mouth when Jiro lifted a small bottle and a syringe into the light, slowly filling the syringe with liquid.

"What are you doing on the floor, Orihara?" he questioned with a grin, eyes still focused on the syringe in his hands.

"I wonder," Izaya said, finding it hard not to grin back out of reflex, "I must have rolled over too far in my sleep."

A dry laugh erupted from Jiro as he set the bottle back on the dresser, spinning around with the syringe in his hand. "I love your sense of humor," he said darkly.

Jiro held the back end of the syringe in his teeth as he slowly removed his jacket and set it on top of the dresser with his bag. He then rolled up his sleeves carefully, ignoring Izaya's glare from his place on the floor.

Taking the syringe back into his hand, Jiro smiled warmly. "Before we get started, I am going to give this to you," he said, gesturing to the syringe, "It's just a low dose for now, since I want you able to focus while I go over the rules."

"Rules?" Izaya repeated with a chuckle, "What kind of game do you want to play, Kimura-san?"

"Oh, this is no game, Orihara," Jiro said sweetly as if speaking to a child, "Although I know how much you love games. But no, you see, in a game, both players have the opportunity to win. You, Orihara, do not have a chance of winning, so how could I, in good conscience, call this a game?"

Izaya's glare darkened. "'Good conscience' says the man who is holding someone against their will," he muttered.

"You see, Orihara, we have to work on that attitude of yours," Jiro's smile widened as he climbed on top of Izaya, pinning him to the ground. His forearm pressed across Izaya's neck, just under his chin preventing his head from moving to bite his captor.

He struggled for a moment, trying to push the larger man off of him, but he was still weak from whatever Jiro had given him in his drink earlier. Izaya really didn't want to find out what was in that syringe, but it seemed he had no choice in the matter.

The needle poked into his left arm and he was too weak to struggle. "Dare I ask what was in that?" Izaya spat, his heart racing when it hit him that it could have been anything in that bottle-even something potentially deadly.

"No worries, no worries," Jiro said as he climbed off of Izaya to dispose of the needle in his bag, "It's just a little something to help you... relax."

Izaya didn't like the sound of that. Nor did he like the way Jiro simply stood a couple meters away, looking at the watch on his wrist.

Keeping his breathing calm, Izaya focused on his body for a moment, trying to note any changes. Within 10 seconds Izaya wished he had the ability to kill with a glare. He wished this because his body was rapidly growing weak. His limbs were paralyzed and a heavy feeling began to overwhelm him. Yet despite this, his thoughts remained mostly unclouded aside from a drowsy feeling.

Jiro approached again when Izaya's eyes drooped slightly and his squirming came to a stop.

Unable to move, Izaya was picked up off of the floor and placed back on the bed. Jiro stood towering over him, eyes wandering up and down his naked form. He wanted to curl up or to turn away, however the strange drug pumping through his system only allowed him to watch-his body refusing to respond.

Cold brown eyes met Izaya's. He couldn't help but feel those eyes were seeing straight through his mask of confidence. He didn't have control of this situation. He didn't even have control of his own body.

"Now that I have your full attention, let me explain the rules."

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I've been feeling really depressed lately... And feeling overworked by two jobs... I will try to keep updates going but it's getting harder to find time to write. The only reason these chapters are able go to up is because they are already written from ages ago. I won't abandon the story though. Once I start posting a story I see it through to the end.

Thank you all for reading and commenting!