Chapter 2:

When Akihito awoke the lights were still off. How had he passed out? His whole body ached in pain, especially his ass. Memories of what he had just done came flashing through his head and he suddenly couldn't help but start to cry. He tried to sit, but it was too painful. He moved to where the hay was and pulled the blanket over his naked body and he wept.

"I'm so sorry Asami. So, so so sorry." And that was all he could say, he said it over and over again until he couldn't cry any more. His chest rose more calmly and he again made a move to sit a bit. He had to sit on his side. He remembered the glass of water from before and made a motion to try and find it in the dark. He had to stand up, and when he did he felt a trickle run down his leg. Shame, he felt an unbearable amount of shame as he realized exactly what it was, the cum from both the men that raped him. He used the blanket to wipe as much of it away as he could. As he moved towards the cell door he came across a brand new cup of water, along with a plate of bread. He drank three gulps of the water before he realized what else he wanted to do with it. He stuck his finger in the glass until it was covered with water and went to his backside, just touching his sphincter made him flinch. It was torn and if he messed with it anymore, he probably would re-open it. But he shoved his wet fingers up his butt in hopes that it would clean it at least a little bit. He did this process a few times. Asami would make him shower once he got back anyway, making him clean all the places he got dirty, but still, he felt so dirty now, Akihito could not stand it. What would Asami think of him? How could he let things get this far?

He grabbed the plate of bread and the last bit of the water left and moved back to the hay. At least it was a bit warmer there than on the cold stone floor. After eating, Akihito went to the opposite corner of the cell and did his business. He had a feeling no one would come when he called and it had been a long time since he had gone to the bathroom. It made the cell stink but he quickly learned to breathe only through his mouth. He didn't know how long he sat in his cell. It felt like hours, perhaps even a whole day. He took another nap. He was awake though, when they came for him again. This time he was ready and on his feet. Even though the light was blinding when he heard the door open he charged, swinging his arm, hoping to make contact with someone. But his arm was blocked and then quickly twisted behind his back.

"Nice try," Akihito knew the voice to be Arkedy. Arkedy then grabbed Akihito's other arm and forced him to start walking ahead of him. "Did you get enough rest?" He asked without much wonderment in his voice.

"Like you care," Akihito gave no effort to fight back now, he knew it was useless. They went up the stairs again, taking turns, but they did not go back to the office where they were before, instead then went into a big shower room. In the center of the room there hung a chain, right above a drain. Akihito was lead to the chain and was cuffed to it. Arkedy then went to the wall and pulled the end of the chain until it brought Akihito's arms above his head, almost so much that Akihito was almost on his tip-toes.

"Why are you doing this!"

"Just doing what the boss tells me slut," Arkedy said while tying the end of the chain to the wall and then he went to leave.

"You're going to leave me here! You could have just left me in the cell!" he yelled but Arkedy just smirked and left the room. Akihito then made an attempt the move towards the wall to try and undo the chain, but he only got about a foot that way. He was too far stretched, and he was still almost completely nude. The room was as cold as the cell. The door didn't seem locked so if only he could undo the chain, perhaps he could make an escape before they came back. If the bitch wasn't lying, he was still inTokyo, but on the west side. Asami was in the north east side. It was closer to the docks. He then tried to jump, perhaps he could give way to the chair that made him hang. But that didn't do anything either. When he looked up he realized it was resting on a hook. If he could climb up perhaps he could undo it. He just started and was about half way there when suddenly the door opened again.

"My, my, aren't we feeling advantageous," Mika said and she walked right up to him. He was now slightly taller than she. "It won't work though." Following behind her was Yuri, and behind Yuri was Arkedy with a chair, he sat in the corner, still facing Akihito but it was pretty far away.

"What do you want?"

"Why, to continue our little game, remember."

"Fuck you!"

"No hun, it will be the other way around. Yuri here was feeling pretty left out last time. Plus, he has every right to hate you. Whereas I have every right to hate Asami. It was because of you that he got shot and almost drowned." Yuri then made a move to discard his jack and hung it on the chair. He then moved around Akihito.

"I do not understand how he can have such a round ass for a man," Yuri noted, running his fingers across Akihito's butt. Akihito cringed and tried to move forward.

"Does he? I hadn't noticed before," Mika made a move then to look at Akihito's ass as well.

"How are you still alive?" Akihito asked. His presence really did surprise him. He thought Yuri to surely be dead.

"I don't die that easily," he replied and to stood in front of Akihito now and wrapped his hands around his dick. Akihito suddenly felt an enormous amount of fear. This man terrified him. He had haunted his dreams far too many nights.

"Not yet Yuri. Questions first." He stepped back then, off to the side. "Now then, my first question-"

"Why don't you get straight to the torture part now that I know that is the end result. I won't answer any of your questions," Akihito spat.

She tutted before answering, "I see, well, that was actually going to be what I was going to do, but my brother found out about this, he is completely okay with it, don't worry, but now he wants to know some things, so I promised I would ask. But I see now that will have to just skip to some of the torturing part. Alright Yuri, go ahead. Let me know when you are done with your fun so I can come back in." And she made to leave. Suddenly, Akihito, for some reason wanted her desperately to stay. He didn't want to be left alone with this man.

"Don't you dare touch me. I will kill you." But Yuri just smirked. He brought out a piece of duck-tape and put it around Akihito's mouth.

"Much better. You have tortured me long enough. I will have my revenge. I almost killed you, ridding the world of you. I think this is better though. I have come to realize that what I must do, to get over this feeling that I have, is I must take you. And then, once I am satisfied, I'll kill you." Yuri moved then to the wall to loosen the chain that hung Akihito. At the sudden release, Akihito could finally loosen his elbows, he charged at Yuri, only to be jolted back. "Last time you beguiled me with your fair skin and round ass. I almost had you, but how could I? I am a man after all. Such impure thoughts, I thought at that time. You have tormented me long enough. I will have my revenge." Yuri then brought back his fist and rammed it across Akihito's face. Akihito felt blood in his mouth as he bit his cheek on impact. "Again, with those eyes," seeming even more enraged Yuri hit him again. With help of the chain, Akihito made his balance once again. He slowly moved up to look at Yuri, his eyes stopped at his belt. Yuri was undoing it. He didn't stop until his pants fell to the ground. Akihito's eyes bulged at the size of Yuri's dick, and already how excited he was. Akihito was afraid, so very afraid, that his whole body shook. Yuri moved then, rubbing his own dick while staring at Akihito. He needed to warm up. He went behind Akihito. Yuri forced his legs apart and held onto his hips, raising them just a bit. Yuri rubbed his hands against his hips.

"Such soft skin," was all he said before plunging his shaft into Akihito's. Akihito's breath was caught and he wanted to release the scream of pain he felt. Oh, how it hurt. Yuri took his time though, and thrust into Akihito with pure force, tearing at Akihito's rectum. When Yuri was finished, he took it out, his dick now going limp, a line of semen traced from Akihito to the tip of his shaft. There was a bit of blood covering him. He then took out a stick with a paddle at the end of it. He moved around then to look at Akihito in the face. "I see you didn't care for it much," and he lifted his chin with the stick. Akihito didn't look him in the eyes, his own face was drenched in tears. "You have such feminine features," he moved to caress his cheek. Akihito flinched away. "I curse your face," Yuri then brought the stick back and with all of his force, smacked it against Akihito's cheek. "I curse your lucid ass, for giving me so much temptation," he turned then and hit Akihito's butt as well. "I curse your entire feminine body," he swatted his stick across Akihito's back. Even through the thin cloth at his back, each strike felt like it was directly on the skin. Akihito arched his back in an attempt to sway some of the sting. Regardless it was a pain he had never felt before, and he started to feel weak. When Yuri came around to the front of Akihito again, Akihito was struggling to keep his eyes straight. When he looked at Yuri again, he was surprised to see him aroused once more. Yuri then grabbed the back of his hair, exposing Akihito's neck, and brought his own face really close to his. His eyes piercing his body. "You're just a temptress. I will ruin you so you will no longer consume my thoughts filled with vile temptations." He went around then again, he used his hands to spread Akihito's cheeks apart before once again plunging into Akihito. Despite the amount of times he had been raped, Akihito, with all the regret in the world, felt every thrust as if it were for the first time. He cried out each time, his throat becoming hoarse even though the sound did not leave past his taped mouth. Not only could he feel Yuri behind him, feel his cheeks being forcefully pulled apart, but he felt the tear of his body, the sting of the lashes he had received, knowing that some of the slashes had cut open his skin, and he was bleeding. Yuri was now having to hold up Akihito's hips, his knees had weakend, and he was losing consciousness, he couldn't stand.

Yuri shook as he was finally able to have release once more, and he let go of Akihito, as if he had just let go of a bottle of empty beer. Akihito's body hung, his knees bent half way. His whole body felt like dead weight. How long had this gone on for? How many times had Yuri fucked him. He felt raw. Satisfied with looking at Akihito, his lust for the man finally diminishing, Yuri felt a peacefulness he had not been able to feel since before he had met Akihito. He made to put on his pants, he wiped off his dick with his hand, then tussled Akihito's hair with it. He combed back his hair with his fingers and went to the wall where the chain held Akihito. Akihito looked up a bit, knowing he would finally be released. A very slight feeling of relief crossed his body, when suddenly, instead of being dropped to the ground, Akihito was pulled back up. His back tore as it stood straight and he was now again, on the balls of his feet. Without saying anything more Yuri went to grab his coat and walked out the door.

Akihito's body shook uncontrollably. He suddenly felt the semen from Yuri run down his leg. He felt dirty. He wanted to die. He never wanted Asami to see him like this. He could only hope that they would kill him and dump his body before Asami found him.

It wasn't long after that that Mika came in. "Oh my, I didn't realize just how pent up Yuri was. Remind me never to piss him off," she said to Arkedy who was next to her. "I guess we will just do one more thing today and then continue this tomorrow sometime." She stood back while Arkedy moved toward Akihito with a very sharp knife. With as much energy as he could, Akihito moved away from him, but to no avail Arkedy came up to him. Akihito closed his eyes, fearing just what he might do. All he felt was a sharp pull at the top of his head, and he heard a ripping sound. Arkedy took out a little baggy and put the pieces of hair from Akihito into it. Akihito opened his eyes and he felt a brief relief, that was until he noticed the second bag, and Arkedy's smirk. Akihito began to scream as Arkedy bent down and made an attempt to grab Akihito's foot. With the last bit of strength he had, and a sudden rush of adrenaline Akihito kicked Arkedy. He felt a bit of satisfaction when he ended up walloping him in the face, knocking him over.

Mika laughed, "Still have that much energy, huh."

Arkedy, however, did not find it amusing at all. As soon as he found he footing he punched Akihito across the face, then another against his gut. More tears stung his eyes, and Akihito, if he could have, would have keeled over from lack of breath. Too busy being preoccupied with the pain he currently felt, he had no time to act when once again Arkedy went down. That sudden addition to pain was too much for him to bear, and without warning Akihito released a scream out in pain. Arkedy had cut off his pinky toe.

"You should be happy it is just the little one. Who knows what it will be next," Mika said. Arkedy got up quickly, too concerned with the lashing out of Akihito's foot. Tears blurred his eyes, he didn't think he could take any more. "Glad we have you above the drain. Arkedy, make sure you wrap his foot in a cloth so that he doesn't bleed out too much." She walked up to Akihito then, she looked at his tear stained face. He was completely dirty. "I do have a small treat for you. It's mostly for our benefit, but it will help with the pain." She took out a syringe then and brought it up to his face so he could see it. "There will be a slight prick." It took him a second to regain his focus, but when he saw what it was he started to shake his head desperately. Fei Long's words echoed inside his head in the end, it won't be Asami you will be craving, but the drugs. He was unable to do anything. She reached above his head and pricked his arm with the syringe. "Don't worry, I have plenty practice with this," she said this while focusing. Akihito closed his eyes. She was standing so close to him that he could smell her perfume. It was the first pleasant thing he experience since coming here. "Well," she said, getting down from her tippy-toes, "just give it a minute. You will feel better in no time." As if it were to make him feel better, she smiled.

She made to leave, stopping at the door. "Oh, I want you to know, as I know it can be hard being in here, but you have been with us for four days, and this very evening I will be sending Asami our little care package of you. I'm so excited, I can hardly contain myself. The only thing I regret is that neither of us will be able to see his reaction. But I guess we can't have everything in the world," she paused, as if to ponder this. "Don't forget the picture with the time and date on it Arkedy." And she left.

Without realizing it, Arkedy had wrapped his foot with a cloth and was now at the wall where the chain kept his hands above his head. He heard at click and then suddenly Akihito collapsed at the sudden release of the chain. Arkedy grabbed his arm and started to walk him back. Akihito was too tired to fight back, and suddenly he felt like he was swimming. The walls around him started to turn. Arkedy brought him to the bed of hay and then left. Akihito, as soon as his body stopped moving, he fell asleep.

It had been the fourth day, and Asami was starting to get incredibly worried. He had had everyone out searching for him. Akihito, even if he were on a job, would call him each night, he had forgiven him for the first night without little problem, but the second night came around and still no word, so Asami had sent his men out to look for him. He was not at his friends, his work place said they hadn't heard from him, and there was no report at the police station or mortuary to match his description. The worry he was feeling only increased with each passing minute and he was starting to get agitated. It was now the fourth day, and there was still no word from him. Asami knew something had happened, he just didn't know what. This was the last straw. No matter what Akihito says the next time, he will always have someone with him at all times. Or better yet, Asami was seriously considering house arrest. He had even contacted Fei Long. Even though he was sure Fei Long was not going to go after Akihito or himself anymore, he wanted to make sure. He had made slight inquiries with various mobs that he was and was not involved in, and yet, there was still nothing. Where had his little kitten gone?

There was a sharp knock at the door, and Asami immediately responded. Kurishima entered with a small envelope.

"Boss, this was just delivered from the post office. Takaba Akihito's name is written on the back," just the sound of his kitten's name made his heart clench. He ripped open the envelope only to see a CD marked with, With love, from Akihito, on it. It was not Akihito's handwriting. Kurishima left the room, and Asami, with only a slight bit of hesitation put the disk into his laptop. He had this wrenching feeling that he was not going to like this. Immediately what popped up was an image of Akihito strapped in a chair, and a man ripping his shirt to shreds, only for that shred of cloth to cover his eyes. There was no sound for a second, and Asami turned it up thinking that he was just missing it, when suddenly he heard Akihito's voice "Stop! Asami don't watch-" and that was it for Akihito talking. Asami's heart ached at the sound of his name being called by his lover. Asami's body clenched as he continued to watch it, despite Akihito telling him not to. Asami felt like throwing up as he watched Akihito getting drugged and then raped repeatedly. Tears formed in Asami's eyes and he wanted to shut it off, but forced himself not to. He needed to watch it, to know that his Akihito was alright. Asami heard every breath, and squirm that Akihito made and he hated this feeling that he could not go in there and take him back right then and there. The sound was at times bleeped out, Asami expected it was only when the capturers were talking. He saw the pain his lover was in, the act he was being forced to take part of, and yet he had the power to do nothing. Asami needed to wipe his eyes clear in order to continue to watch the video. As his Akihito was being thrust into by another animal, as if Akihito knew that Asami would be watching this, he stared straight at Asami through the lens, and Asami thought his heart would break as he saw the tears in Akihito's eyes. The video lasted for twenty minutes until finally it paused at the end, Akihito was sitting on the floor against a desk. Asami looked then at the date in the corner of the video and realized that this had been taken two days ago, and a sudden amount of rage and pain erupted in his body. Who knows what else has happened to him since then.

"Kurishima!" Asami yelled. He wiped his eyes quickly and started to take the disc out of the computer.

"Yes, sir," he stood at attention in front of Asami's desk. Although a shadow cast across his face, for the first time he saw a glisten in his boss's eyes. What had he seen on that disk to make him so distraught, Kurishima could only guess.

"You and an analyst take this disk and go through it to see if you can find anything in it in figuring out where Akihito is. It is incredibly prudent that this disk does not leave your sight, nor will you ever speak of it or show this to any other person, nor will the analyst. If either of you do, well I do not need to elaborate on the consequences." Asami handed it to Kurishima and turned his back to him, unable to look at anything. "This was taken two days ago, according to time stamp. There could be so much that has happened since then. I need you to be diligent as you always are Kurishima."

"Yes, sir," Kurishima had this ache in his chest now. Looking at his strong Boss continue to act strong. Whatever was on this disk, he was sure to find out soon. He made to leave.

"Kurishima," Asami paused to take a deep breath. "He is the most priceless possession that I have."

"I know," Kurishima put his hand on the door knob. "We'll find him, like we always do Boss."

"I know we will." And with that Kurishima left.

Asami sat down, only to have another knock at the door interrupt his thoughts five minutes later.

Suoh entered. "Boss, this just came for you. It has Takaba Akihito's name written on it."

Asami held out his hand as he was given another yellow envelope. Suoh made to leave, when Asami made him stop and wait. It didn't feel like another disk. Asami ripped it open and took out a smaller envelope and a tiny box with a red ribbon on it. He had another gut wrenching feeling again. He opened the box first and found a toe. Asami couldn't breathe. He picked it up. This was Akihito's toe. This was his toe. Goddammit!

"Goddammit!" Asami suddenly stood up and flung the materials off his desk onto the floor, breaking the monitor and lamp as it crashed. His breath was coming out heavily. He put the toe back and picked up the smaller envelope. Suoh made no attempt to move, he just stood and starred at his boss. He had never seen him so imcomposed.

Asami hadn't realized his fingers were shaking as he took out the picture and lock of hair. He put the lock of hair on the desk and instead focused on the picture of Akihito, and once again he caught his breath. The image will forever be scorched into his memory. Akihito hung by a chain, his head limp, his whole-body limp. A bloody pool was being made down by the drain at his feet, caused by the loss of blood in his toe. A new spit of anger rose in him as he stared at Akihito's back. It was a side picture, but he could still see the whip's slashes across his back and butt. Asami looked more closely and saw smears of blood on Akihito's once smooth butt near the center, and it traced down his inner thigh and leg. Asami caught his throat. Just how many times was he raped? He wanted to cry. He was so furious, yet he felt so hopeless that all he could do was sit in his chair. His chest felt heavy and he could scarcely breathe. He had noticed that Akihito was still wearing the shirt the day he left the house. He remembered that morning, he was off to work. He had mentioned that he might be going on a case but he wasn't sure. They had had sex that morning. Asami had kissed those beautiful lips right before they left his car.

They had tortured him so much since the video was taken. He should have done something sooner!

"Fuck!" Asami yelled, and put his hand on his forehead, his face turned down.

"Boss," Suoh made no attempt to recollect the room, nor did he leave, instead he poured his boss a glass of bourbon and set it before him.

Asami continued to stare at the picture only then, after a minute, realizing that the time stamp on this was just two hours ago. He quickly put the picture back into the envelope and handed it to Suoh.

"Go see Kurishima and deliver that to him. He will know what to do with it," and he went then to swing down the double shot of bourbon only to get up and pour himself another one. Suoh left before he was able to witness this. After he swung the second one down, with another flash of rage, Asami threw the glass against the wall, shattering it into a million pieces.

"I will find you, Akihito. I will."