Darkroom

Chapter 13

Near felt bones rattle as he collided against the cold floor of the dungeon. He had been drifting in and out of consciousness as Tanashita carried him over his shoulder back from where he had caught him in the woods. Near's body jolted as Tanashita poured a bucket of cold water on him. The sensation felt like being slapped all over your whole body all at at once. He was fully awake now, and everything hurt. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched as watery blood dripped onto the floor from his face. It was a lot of blood, reminding him of how badly his face had been pummeled. It was horribly agonizing, and he whimpered pathetically as he tried to get onto his knees.

Once he was finally on all fours, he felt all the wind leave his lungs as Tanashita dealt a hard kick to his side. The stabbing pain that accompanied as he gasped for air meant a rib was certainly broken. As he landed back on his side, even crying was nearly impossible. He could barely hold a breath as the tears silently streamed from his bloodied face. Any time he tried to take a somewhat deep breath, a sharp pain seared through his chest. He was rolled onto his back, and he felt his arms being stretched out to his side as straps were tied around them, lashing him to the ground. This was it, he was too weak to fight him anymore.

"The charade stops now..." Tanashita said.

Near could hear the sounds of the man unfastening his belt buckle, followed by the sound of a zipper and cloth being dropped to the floor. He blinked his blurry eyes several times until he was able to see the man standing in front of him, fully aroused.

"Noooo!" Near cried out.

"I'm going to fuck you until you tell me everything I want to know. I will tear you apart from the inside, and the outside if necessary."

Near noticed he was holding the knife he'd stabbed the man outside with. It still had his blood on it. Near's heart started to panic as the man got on his knees, approaching him with his hardened member. Near tried to struggle by kicking his legs around, but was quickly settled as the point of the knife pressed against his neck. He could feel a small trickle of blood run down his neck from the small puncture.

Tanashita spread Near's legs apart forcefully, lifting him up slightly. He leaned into him. Near could feel his breath against his cheek as he pushed his hardened member up against Near's tightly constricted entrance. Without even the benefit of a little saliva to help things go in more smoothly, he started to shove himself inside.

"AAAH! STOP! PLEASE DONT!" Near screamed.

Near tried to thrash around under the man's weight but with a broken wrist, one or two broken ribs, and a knife cutting into his throat, it was futile to even try. He gritted his teeth as more of the man's length forced itself inside. It felt like he was being torn open. He screamed as loud as he could, although it only seemed to excite the man even further.

"Are you going to tell me?"

"Fuck you!" Near screamed.

He plunged his full length into Near quickly and brutally. Near thought he was going to pass out from the pain and blood loss. He felt the tip of the knife being dragged down his neck and to his collarbone where it started to dig in, striking a nerve that had caused him to start wailing again. He'd reached the breaking point. He wanted it to end. He would do and say anything to make this torture stop. As he opened his mouth to speak, it was as if he did it involuntarily, like his inner conscience was screaming at him to stop, but was powerless.

"In.. In my apartment. Behind one of the heating vents! Wrapped... wrapped in black plastic..It's there! It's fucking there! Please get off of me! I just want to go home! I cant take this anymore. Please stop!" Near was barely intelligible as the words left his mouth.

The man sneered happily, yet continued his ruthless pounding into Near, and in fact he'd started to pick up the pace. His breathing staggered. He was getting close..

"No... PLEASE! DONT!"

Near was wishing for his own death. Had he survived this, he doubted he'd ever be able to look Matt in the eye again. Let alone be touched by him. Matt was always so gentle with his body, always so careful not to hurt him. He was ruined as far as he was concerned. Tainted and dirty. He wished the man would plunge the knife right into his heart and end him right there, especially now that he'd basically given him the most deadly weapon in history, and he'd likely not think twice of killing Matt when he came to retrieve it.

The man had suddenly stopped a moment later, buried to the hilt inside Near. It didn't seem as if he'd climaxed. There weren't the usual indications of it. No change in facial expression, pace, or breathing. Near closed his eyes, figuring the man was was twisted enough to kill him now, and climax inside of him as he died. However he felt the knife being withdrawn from his neck. Near opened his eyes, watching as the man stared fixedly at the knife. What happened next he could never have expected.

The man turned the knife around to face himself and slashed his own cheek. His facial expression was clam, collected, as if he couldn't even feel what was doing, but it seemed as if he couldn't control himself. He continued to repeatedly slash at his face, effectively slicing it to ribbons. Near was horrified as blood and chunks of flesh spattered him below, dripping down his face, neck and chest. Matt had found the Death Note. He knew it had to be that. He'd saved him, even though at this point he wasn't sure if he even wanted saving. At the very least, this man would never get the chance to use the cursed book.

Near thought he was going to be sick as the man continued to tear away at his face until he was completely unrecognizable, covering Near with globs of gore. Matt had really been angry, he'd supposed in order to write out such a brutal suicide. Finally, after half of his own face had been cut off, leaving exposed bone and muscle, he plunged the knife into his left eye, burying it deep into his brain. He collapsed on top of Near, who had to quickly tilt his neck to the side to prevent from being hit with the handle of the knife in his face. Tanashita's body shook and spasmed as he died, holding Near in a macabre embrace. He was still inside of him, a fact that sickened Near to no end. Knowing that he would remain this way until they were found. Near felt the world around him spin as the adrenaline wore off, and he slipped back into unconsciousness.

A/N: I think this may have been the sickest, most twisted thing I've ever written. I hope it wasn't too brutal. I was a little cranky when I wrote it. It was 100F out, the A/C wasn't working and I was hot and sweaty and irritable. Sorry Near that I took it out all on you.

Near: "I really did not appreciate it, I hope you know."

Me: "Don't worry Near, this story is over soon. Then you'll get a nice little break before I post the next story, which is already mostly written."

Near: "And what will you have me doing in this new, wonderful piece of literary greatness?"

Me: "I cant tell yet. But I think our readers are going to like it."

Near: "..."