A/N: I'm losing motivation to write D: why am I so lazy and uninterested? I'll try to keep this story alive but don't expect too much.


Bonus Chapter: Rin's Thoughts

Crazy.

That's the first word that came to my mind when all of this started. I'm just a normal, high school girl living a mundane life. Suddenly being kidnapped by some freak and locked away in his mansion felt surreal, as if a storybook had come to life and sucked me into it. It had to be a dream. It was so beyond my comprehension of reality and normalcy. It just doesn't make sense. These types of things just don't happen in real life. They don't. They can't.

And above all else, why me? Of the billions of people on the earth, why was I chosen to be the pet of a sadistic rich boy who looks like a character taken straight from a manga? The whole situation was so absurd that I could burst out laughing, and tell myself over and over that this was a dream, or nightmare. Funny, really.

Except it's not funny at all. Len is the epitome of cruel and inhumane, with his constant harassment and bestiality. I can't go two hours without him barging in to terrorize me. And the loneliness is enough to rival Len's torture. I miss my friends, my classmates, and most of all, my brother.

Rinto-nii was all I had after my parents were killed in a car crash. He raised me single-handedly the best he could, balancing school, work, and parenting. All while suppressing his own grief for my sake. I owed the world to him. And now he's dead. And I will never be able to repay my debt to him, show him my gratitude, and tell him how much I love him. My one family member is dead. I didn't even get to say goodbye.

It's all Len's fault. He locked me in here and abused me over and over. When all of your freedom and happiness as a person is stripped away, what becomes of you? Am I no longer considered a human being to the eyes of the world? Is my pain a laughing-stock of the gods? Or God. Or maybe not. I don't even know. I don't know what's going to happen to me on a daily basis. My stability has been yanked from me and now all I have is fear. And confusion.

Who exactly is this "Len" character? Is he a villain or a warped hero? What even defines a "villain" or "hero"? And who's to say he's not both? Len's mind is severely damaged, perhaps to the point of no repair. The reasons for that are slowly revealed to me piece by piece. Is it possible for a boy to escape such a troubled past unscathed? Is it really his fault that he's like this?

Sometimes I think he is actually a good person at the core. Little by little, I see more of his sensitive side and I find myself caring for him. There's a certain tenderness in him that's heavily marred by fury and grief. When I look at Len, a deep sorrow cuts into my chest and makes me question everything. Staring into his troubled eyes is like gazing at a teardrop encased in ice. The fragility mirrors that of a crystal, appearing strong but shattering at the slightest amount of force.

Perhaps we are both trapped, in so many more ways than physical. What will it take to break free, and will opening the cage only expose us to the dangers of the "real" world?


"And then I flat-out rejected him and told him to come back when he grows a pair." Miku gloated, tossing a shiny blue pigtail over her shoulder.

Luka scoffed and tossed a pillow at her. "Isn't that a bit too cruel, Miss Big-Head?"

"Coming from the girl who told poor Gakupo-senpai to 'go google it' every time he asked a question." Miku retorted.

I giggled. Miku and Luka are both so beautiful; boys confess to them almost every day at school. Naturally, they've come up with creative ways to deter them. Listening to them gossip makes me wish I had more romantic relationships. Still, I've always been the type of girl who prefers one true soulmate over a thousand dating partners.

The door burst open and Miku's brother, Mikuo, came in holding a game controller. "Any of you lovely ladies want to play? That is of course, referring to Rin and Luka, not that hag over there."

Miku shrieked and threw the nearest stuffed animal at his face. "Get out, doofus! This is a girls-only sleepover."

Luka and I quickly joined in, flinging everything from plushies to shoes at him until he left, yelling "What are you, twelve?!"

I secretly wanted to join Mikuo. He was always so kind and playful, with a cute smile that instantly made me blush. I guess he was what people would call a crush. Still, someone as handsome as him would probably prefer a prettier girl, like Luka.

The laughter in the room started to grow more distorted. My vision blurred and I staggered, suddenly afraid. Miku and Luka's swirling faces were frozen in an unnatural smile, and they gradually grew more distant and dim.

"Guys?" I called out.

There was no answer, only continuous laughter that heaved and choked out of their mouths. Suddenly, a bright red "X" appeared in front of their bodies, which had morphed into a shadowy silhouette of their original form. The fright built up, and I collapsed onto the ground as my breathing grew more ragged.

Luka's body split open with a gruesome spelch, spurting dark blood into the air. The laughter began to sound like painful cries. One by one, everyone I knew appeared for a second, only to be painted with an "X" and ripped apart. Blood and bits of mangled flesh sprayed out into the room and splashed onto my face, filling the air with a revolting stench.

Paralyzed by the gripped nausea and terror, I could only sit in a growing puddle of blood and cry. What was happening?

A singled figure walked forward with an axe in his hand, maniacally grinning and covered in gore. I cowered and simpered as he came up to me and held out a hand, boring into me with his icy blue eyes.

"Those guys who interfere with you and I- all of them, all of them, all of them, I'll get rid of them all. Look, it's fine now, so say how you really feel." He crooned.

I screamed and jolted awake, relieved it was just a dream.

As I opened my eyes, I was met by Len's face. On instinct, I jerked away and pulled the covers around me. What was he doing here? Oh right, he locked me up in his basement when I tried to leave.

The images of my disturbing dream replay in my mind, and I try to calm down my breathing. Len is a psycho, and my dream was just a reminder of that fact. He literally stabbed Miku and Mikuo, then managed to send them to juvie. What if he hurt the other people I was close to without me knowing? The thought is horrifying.

Immersed in my thoughts, I don't notice what Len is saying until he grabs my shoulders and pulls me towards him. His hands are surprisingly gentle, and warm. The touch brings me back to my senses and I am suddenly very aware of his presence.

"Look at me." He orders.

Gulping down the flutters growing in my chest, I raise my gaze to meet his. Len is beautiful, with androgynous features and yellow hair that messily falls over his clear blue eyes. An involuntary blush heats up my cheeks and my chest contracts, catching my breath and causing my heart to beat faster. My skin tingles in the areas where his breath grazes. Anywhere he makes contact with, my body throbs and pulses with energy.

This attraction defies the fear and contempt I'm supposed to hold towards him. Len is a monster, so why is my body responding to his with such desire?

He pushes me down onto the bed, forcefully shoving his lips against mine. I know that resisting him is futile, and give in. As he slips in his hot tongue, a wave of feverish heat and craving rattles me. Is it wrong to feel pleasure at his touch? He's a beast who's keeping me as prisoner here. I can't let this continue. I should hate him and fear him.

I try to break away, but end up grabbing onto his jacket in a daze. He holds me closer, planting rough kisses onto my shoulder. Sweat begins to form at my temples and I pant, completely intoxicated by his control. This isn't supposed to happen. I'm so weak against his advances and it infuriates me. It shouldn't be this hard to fight back. This has to stop. Stop.

"Ah…w-wait…This isn't what I was planning to do when you came here." I choke out.

I want to know about his past, clarify everything I know so that I can try to understand him better. Maybe then I can sort out these conflicting emotions I have and get a grip on our relationship. But most of all, I want to know if I can help him, if he's worth any help.

Surprisingly enough, he relents. Perhaps Len really is starting to change.

I hesitatingly run through everything Oliver told me, examining his reaction. Digging up the past can be painful; I know this firsthand. But Len is calm, and fills me in on the gaps of my knowledge. He speaks passively, with a hint of wistfulness.

The tumultuous tragedies of his childhood are unbelievable. The horrific events Len has experienced are beyond my limited comprehension. Has he been keeping all of this inside himself for all these years?

My own parents were kind and loving, and losing them to faulty brakes and a slippery road was devastating. I cried for months, feeling as if my entire world had been snatched from me and ripped to shreds. It was unfair, and there was no one to blame, no outlet to plug my anguish into. But I had my brother there, holding me every step of the way until I was ready to stand up and move forward with my life. I had my friends, who did whatever they could to cheer me up and offer a supporting hand. Everyone around me reached out and pulled me out of the darkness of my misery.

Len had no one. His mother left him at an early age. His father was severely troubled and abusive, and Len himself slaughtered him. The only friend he knew turned out to be a sick fiend and his sister, the only person who ever showed him benevolence, killed herself. Alone in the world with blood on his hands and violence corrupting his thoughts, Len spiraled farther into his abyss.

I don't think Len can ever really be cured of the psychotic emotions tainting his mind. The devils of the past will always continue to haunt him, just as they do to me. Except I was able to accept the path and move forward. Len's scars run far deeper than mine, and I doubt they can fully heal.

I suppose the real question is whether I choose to stand beside him despite knowing this.