I added a little extra to this chapter bc fuck why didn't this come to me sooner

Tayama wasn't wrong about how they got into a fight before heading to the Reverse Hills. Flynn agreed with Jonathan for killing Lilith, but his reasons where simply because she drove them apart. He wished Walter could see that, but he was blinded and seduced by her talk of 'a world fit for the strong'.

He wondered if his friends made up, not just to get him out of this; but so they can go back to the way things were. He just wanted to forget everything that drove them apart, to forget the Black Samurai, to forget this horrible ordeal. He wished…

These are the only things running through Flynn's mind as he ate the food Tayama was feeding him; a bowl of plain rice, and he was so hungry he ate it without questioning the possibility of it being drugged. Of course he was hesitant at first, mainly because of the humiliation that came with Tayama feeding him like an child who couldn't even hold a spoon, but he eventually gave up as his stomach growled angrily, something like plain rice shining like a meal fit for a king. Both of them noticed that he wasn't as aggressive as before, probably because hunger was only adding to Flynn's weariness.

Tayama didn't have a problem with that though, he enjoyed seeing Flynn like this. That perverse gleam in his eye didn't vanish for a second as he watched Flynn eat what he was given, showing interest in very mundane details such as how his mouth moved and his throat moved as he swallowed.

"M-master?" Flynn interrupted as Tayama was about to pick up another bite for him.

"Hmm?"

"I…" Flynn had to be careful.

"Are you full already?" Tayama placed the chopsticks down and turned towards Flynn. He pressed a hand to his chest, pushing the still bound man's back to the bed.

"It's not that… master." Flynn was cut off with a kiss to the lips, the man's favorite method to keep him quiet. It was a lot better than being slapped, but Flynn was being a good boy, and didn't deserve punishment… for now.

"Then what is it?" He muttered against his lips before pressing them together without giving Flynn a chance to respond. He probably knew what he was gonna ask for, and it made Flynn's belly churn.

"Master… my friends." Flynn managed between kisses, "Please Master." He had to convince him somehow.

He parted from him with a frown, obviously annoyed, "You're still thinking about them?" He muttered in disbelief. Flynn nodded his head.

"Please Master. If I knew their condition… I'd." Flynn gulped, he couldn't believe he was about to say this, but he had too. "I'd be a lot more-" He couldn't think of a word, and he couldn't use his hands to convey what he was trying to say. "I'd be able to please you more."

Tayama hummed, stroking his chin as his lips curved a bit, "I see your point."

"You, you do?" Flynn gave a small, hopeful smile.

"I suppose my word isn't enough for you, so I'll let you see them. But… you're gonna have to be willing to do more for me."

"More?" He repeated as his smile vanished.

"Of course, it's only fair." His hand was now on Flynn's face, stroking his cheek, his thumb running over his parted lips.

Flynn didn't want to fathom what more Tayama wanted to do with him, but he knew he had no choice. He spoke again, adding a wistful breathiness to his voice, "Anything for you, master." The fact he was less reluctant to address him as 'Master' was also proof he needed to be quick about finding away out of here.

The hand on his face began to move downwards, as it slid down his neck Flynn arched his back with a soft moan, playing it up just for him.

"Master." His seductive moan was cut short, and he gagged as he felt pressure upon his esophagus. He took an instinctive quick inhale of breath before the hand wrapped around his throat kept him from doing so, and his eyes fluttered shut as Tayama tightened the grip on his neck.

With that beastly gaze, he licked his lips as he watched Flynn's lips tremble, "M-ma." Gasping for air, he could see saliva building up and soon spewing from his mouth with each choke. He could feel himself become more and more light headed, his fingers twitching beneath his back. "Master, please."

He opened his eyes, just a bit to see that beastly look in Tayama's eyes as that beastly grin was spread wide across his face. The white of his teeth clear as day through his otherwise swimming vision. He eyes rolled back, wobbling within their sockets as the tips of his fingers and toes became numb.

"M—as…ster." He was able to whisper, his voice now raspy. The hold around his neck got tighter, that devils smirk got bigger as he spoke, his voice distorted and far away as if at the end of a tunnel.

"Tell me kid… what do you want me to do?"

Flynn let out a wavering breath, then another, before saying the first words that came to his heads, "I can't…" A gasp, "Please."

Tayama frowned, and finally loosened the grip on his neck. Flynn drew in a deep inhale of breath, lifting his back as he panted with his eyes wide open.

"Then I can't do anything if you don't tell me what you want me to do."

"Master… I can't think. I…" Flynn stopped to think. Curses. Tayama managed to back him into a corner. He had to think quickly to get him back on track, "I don't know much, I can't say…"

He raised a brow as Flynn laid back on the bed, "I get it… you want to be surprised."

Flynn gulped, and nodded his head, "Yes Master, surprise me."

And it was a surprise he got when he slid off the bed and went towards his dresser, where he dug through the top drawer before pulling out a black piece of cloth before joining Flynn on the bed once again. "M-master?" whimpered Flynn as Tayama stretched the cloth with two hands and pressed the center against his eyes. He gasped as his sight was completely dark as Tayama tied a knot behind his head, yanking it in opposite directions to make sure it was secure.

"I'm gonna surprise you, remember?" Even though he couldn't see he could feel that fiendish smile with his voice as he chuckled mischievously. "Relax, you won't have to lift a finger."

Flynn gulped again. He felt him kiss his lips before moving right down to his neck, his chin brushing again his hair as his teeth pressed into the delicate skin.

"You… you really like my neck, master."

"How can I not?" The man whispered, planting another kiss against the column of flesh right above the blinking light of the collar. "So flawless, and it scars easily. The one I made first has hardly healed." Flynn winced as he felt pressure moving along the bite mark, "I thought you were tougher than that, but it just took-"

"Please, master." Flynn cut him off. He didn't need to hear what he already knew.

"One slip up." The Samurai bit his lip, as he knew Tayama saw right through him yet again. "I was certain my whole utopia would be in ruins because of you and your little friends. But you managed to undo yourselves, and now look where you are." The bed shifted beneath him. His breath once again beating against his lips. His eyes became watery and absorbed into the cloth of the blindfold. "You're nothing more than a play thing, and your friends brains are ripe for the picking."

"My friends." Flynn spoke quietly, trying to hide the tremble in his voice, "I just wanted to know… are they okay?"

Tayama's upper curled in disgust, he was surprised and annoyed by Flynn's constant worry about his friends. He had just called the once dignified Samurai and a whore, yet he was more concerned about his friends. Something about it bothered him, but he answered his question reluctantly, "They're still in that room, unharmed. But I'll give you a warning. One little mistake, and when they're strapped down to that table with their neurotransmitters about to harvested, I'll be there to tell them that it's all your fault, and all you had to do was cooperate."

Flynn's throat was burning as he strained to hold back a tortured sob, arching his back as he felt his nipple tweaked between two fingers. The same sensation formed on his other nipple; his lips left his body entirely.

Flynn knew he had to play it up, or else all that Tayama has said could very well happen. "Oh Master."

"Does it feel good, boy?"

Flynn nodded, "Yes Master Tayama."

"You want more?" Asked Tayama with a sharp tug of his hands. Flynn cried out.

"Yes Master, I want more! Give me more!"

Tayama pulled away from him, and Flynn put effort into the act of being disappointed that he wasn't touching him anymore. "See? Being obedient isn't such a bad thing, I guess a little reward wouldn't hurt."

"T-thank you, master." Flynn said with little thought. He felt Tayama begin to press kisses down his chest, his stomach, stoping to give his navel a little flick of the tongue.

Flynn only hoped Tayama would keep his promise.

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…

Time flowed weirdly in Tokyo, mainly because you couldn't tell if it had at all. Night and day can be considered such when you fall a sleep and wake up.

Even deeper into the Earth, 50 floors below ground, and time doesn't seem to exist at all. It couldn't have been that long, a day at most, and the group has only fallen into a deep slumber at least twice. The three hopeless Samurai concluded that it has been two days or less, and with each second the aches of anxiety got worse and worse. Isabeau had hardly said a word, as with Jonathan. Walter was being the most… well, talkative would be an understatement, each guard or worker of the Reverse Hills who just so happened to pass by received a violent tongue lashing from him before being silenced by the electric collar. Jonathan had done the same too, being greeted with the same punishment. Walter hasn't even thought of stopping, which lead to him to his position of lying unconscious on the floor after one of the guards pressed the button that controlled the collar around his throat.

Besides sleep being a way to keep track of time, they also counted on whenever they ate. They were given at least four meals in total, so they assumed two a day. Or maybe they had three yesterday and they only got one of their total three today. Or perhaps it was one meal a day and they've almost spent a week in capture. Suffice to say they were going with the two meal a day theory.

"Escape seems unlikely with these collars." Jonathan muttered in a deadpan voice, if it wasn't for his hands being bound behind his back he would've pick pocketed the dimmer of the guards of the key or whatever it was that kept it around his neck. "And without our demons, our chances are even slimmer." As tempting the thought is of the seething rage being enough to make them kill every last being associated with this Hell like building, Jonathan knew keeping calm was key to survival. It wasn't like him to feel such intense rage, let alone show it. Perhaps it was his lack of emotion that showed just how furious he was, his blood replaced with pure fury, yet his eyes were dull, often staring at nothing.

"We have to stay put, who knows what they'll do to Flynn- or us if we were to attempt a rescue and fail." Isabeau said, her mouth pressed to her drawn up knees with her saddened eyes looking down to the floor.

"With such low odds…" Jonathan's voice was still flat.

"Do you think Flynn's alright?"

Jonathan slowly blinked, "I'm sure… he's alive." 'Okay' wasn't the right word. If he wasn't dead he could only imagine what types of torture he was being subjected to as they spoke. He bit his lip with a grunt. That sick bastard Tayama, the moment he sees him he's going for blood, ready to rip his throat out.

The metal door slid open, and the two Samurai looked towards the door before Jonathan was right to his feet, trying to get into the best defensive stance he could with his arms behind his back when he saw the man in question stand outside the room. That smug grin on his face with Flynn right at his side, but he was taken aback by the outfit Flynn was wearing. Instead of his usual Samurai garb he was wearing a suit that looked like something one of Tayama's goons would wear. It fit him nicely.

"Woah, lets not get up and arms so quickly." Tayama said as he gestured them to calm down. With a frustrated growl Jonathan tried to regain his usual proper demeanor, looking at Flynn do the same gave him the strength to do so. "As you can see." He continued, looking at Flynn, "Your friends are unharmed, just like I promised." His gaze quickly shifted to Walter; which had Flynn staring horrified. "Yes, I heard he was instigating my guards. Well, I told you they act on their own when angered."

"Jonathan, is he alright?" Flynn asked quietly.

Jonathan let out a low growl, "He's still breathing." He stiffly responded, his fists twitching at behind his back.

"Mr Tayama." Isabeau stood up, "If I may, something has been puzzling me."

The man raised a brow, "I'm listening."

"You keep us prisoner, yet refuse to kill us. Tell me, what are you planning to gain?"

Jonathan had kept his eyes on Flynn, and he noticed how close he and Tayama was. They were pressed together. It was a good idea for him to keep Flynn at close range but the way he was restraining simply by having his hand on his back was odd. What they didn't notice was how Flynn's hands were forced behind is back with ropes tied snuggly around his wrists. And as the silence loomed over them, he could see Flynn bite his lip and squint his eyes in pain.

"Publicity."

"Publicity?" Isabeau repeated in disbelief.

"Yeah." Once he spoke the pained expression on Flynn's face was traded for relief. Tayama stepped into the room, pressing on Flynn's back as he came with, "Tayama's flawless victory against the intruders from above.'" He ended with a pleased huff, "Sounds nice, doesn't it?"

"Publicity? That makes no sense." Isabeau nodded her head in disbelief. Tayama turned to her, but her stance was perfectly still, the way she stared up into his tinted eyes without fault put a worried smile onto Flynn's face.

"You should've realized by now that you and your friends could be perfect for my facility, right? You see, I was thinking of using all four of you as seedbeds, or maybe giving you a second chance. But you're lucky I'm so fond of your friend here." He yanked Flynn to his side. "Because it's all on him now."

Isabeau furrowed her brow, "What do you mean 'all on him'?" Her eyes went wide, as if the possibility of what was really happening to him came to mind. "What are you doing to him?" She demanded. In her peripheral vision she saw Flynn shaking his head from side to side, but her fury filled glare was fixed on Tayama as she took a step towards him. "Answer me!"

Flynn bit his lip, the silence eating at him from the inside as god only knew what was running through that sick head of his as he felt the grip on his side become tighter and tighter.

"You're friend is just helping me out in my office, nothing too bad. And if he's on his best behavior I'll let you all go."

"If you think brainwashing him will work, you're wrong. The terrors of this place wouldn't appeal to anyone with the tiniest sliver of humanity."

Tayama's eyes flared, and he slowly walked up against Isabeau, backing her against the wall, "Listen girl, even if this is the most inhumane thing you've ever seen, it sure as shit's helping out a lot more than you are. In fact, the best way you can help is becoming part of the production, but like I said." His voice lowered to an almost husky growl as he stroked her cheek, a shiver of disgust shaking her upper body, "You're lucky you're friends with him, or else all four of you would be dead."

"Why take any risks?"

All of their eyes averted to Jonathan, who stood, stiff as a statue with his head bowed, "Why risk keeping us alive? You never know, Mr. Tayama."

The man stepped away from Isabeau, and turned towards the elegant man. "Never know what? Of course I'd keep you bound like this, I'm not stupid."

"But you're aware that we could easily overpower you."

The threats meant nothing to Tayama, and Flynn knew just what type of thoughts were going through his head. The glare that came off smug to Jonathan held much more maliciousness than he could ever fathom; Flynn just wished he could tell him that.

"Perhaps, but you're missing my point." Continued Tayama as he walked over to Jonathan, "With you like this, I could easily break you."

Jonathan scoffed, "I'd like to see you try."

He didn't respond, he only flashed him a bare toothed grin before returning to Flynn, "Are you happy now, kid?"

Flynn nodded his head, he couldn't look at them. He knew just what Tayama had in store for breaking them, and he couldn't find out how to tell them. He braced for the worst.

Tayama guided him out the door, and The two samurai watched in confusion when the man looked behind him and gave them a wink before closing the automatically locking door.

They walked in silence, Flynn trailing behind him as they walked backed to the room. On their way back, there was the sound of rapid footsteps, and Flynn looked up with a slight gasp as they sounded like they were about to turn the corner with a small voice giggling excitedly.

"Mr. Tayama! Mr. Tayama!"

Flynn gasped as he saw a little girl with brown hair and a white gown run happily up to Tayama. She wrapped her little arms tightly around his legs Tayama smiled, giving the small girl a pat on the head. "You're out of your room, you know you might get in trouble." His voice was oddly soft, and his expression was tender as the girl nuzzled into him in adoration.

"Mr Tayama, why didn't you tell me you were coming down today?" She looked up at him, "I haven't seen you in such a long time."

"I've been busy." He stated in apology. "But you've been on my mind all the while."

When she opened her eyes, she noticed Flynn and her attention immediately went to him, "Hey! I know you!" She exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at the man.

Tayama's frowned, and looked over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes at Flynn, "Is that so?"

She nodded, "Mmm hmm, him and his friends came into my room! I told them that you and me were gonna get married soon!"

Flynn shuddered at the memory.

"Don't over share things with people you don't know." He chided, "You don't know if they're good or not. Tokyo's full of dangerous people who snoop around where they shouldn't be. Isn't that right, kiddo?" He winked at Flynn. The Samurai nodded his head in responce, "Yes," He knitted his brows together, "Master Tayama."

"Master Tayama?" The girl seemed confused, "None of Mr. Tayama's friends call him that. Are you Mr. Tayama's best friend?" Flynn bit his lip, oh yeah, he and Tayama sure were close. "Are gonna be Mr. Tayama's best man?" She asked, hugging him tighter as she beamed in delight as her and Tayama's dream marriage expanded in her little mind.

"I'm sorry." Tayama cut off her wishful thinking, "But we need to get going."

"Aw, but you just got here!" She pouted, "Please Mr. Tayama, won't you stay a bit longer?"

He tensed up. Gritted his teeth. He eased the girl off of him. "I'm afraid I can't, me and my partner here have some business to attend to."

The girl pouted, tugging the ends of her gown, "You're always so busy!"

Flynn winced as his hand went to her cheek, expecting a harsh action. Instead the girl melted in his hand as he stroked the side of her face. "Come on, kid, get back into your room before the doctor sees you."

"Okay." The girl bowed her head in defeat before running back the way she came. Through the whole exchange, Flynn felt nausea pile on. The first time he saw that girl was severely unsettling, that in such conditions that no child should ever go through; that she was sincere about marrying a man like Tayama. It made him sick to his stomach, he wanted to vomit right there.

"Poor girl." Tayama said with a fond smile, "She has quite the competition."

"You know, you look really nice in that suit."

Flynn gulped as he heard the lock on the door to his bed chamber click shut. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the floor with his hands digging into his thighs as he felt Tayama sit on the bed next to him.

"Say something."

"She said..."

"What was that?" Tayama growled, tugging him closer.

"She said... she would be the fifth one." Flynn muttered. "The fifth what? Fifth wife?" In Mikado a second wife was unheard of, but five? It would cause a riot amongst the people. "She's only a child, how can you be so vile as to brainwash a little girl to love you, then use her for Reds?"

Tayama tapped his chin in thought, "Think of it like this," He began as he paced in front of Flynn, "I could be ruthless, and let the children live miserably and die just the same. But no, I'll give them comfort until harvest." Flynn upper lip curled at Tayama's calm, professional tone as he discussed this with him. "At least here, they get some form solace. Even if what I'm doing is inhumane as one could get, it's the only solution that's worked thus far. Plus, the demons complain that Reds taste bad when the humans are under strain when they're harvested." Tayama scowled as he watched Flynn hunch over with pure disgust, "Oh come on kid, you stomached it this far and now you want to throw?" Flynn wasn't able to answer as he was heaving, clenching his stomach as he felt bile crawl up his throat. Tayama simply rolled his eyes at his over dramatic display, "If you're gonna puke, at least got to the bathroom and do it."

"You're..." The Samurai managed to say as he got over the feeling of repulsion, "You're disgusting, I don't even believe what she said..." Tayama's clicked his tongue as he sat next to Flynn.

"A bit of a low blow. True, marriage is less important now, and since most of them came after the rise of the firmament, it was more of a spontaneous thing. Live fast and die young."

"I see... so morals died with the rise of it too, huh?"

Tayama smiled, "Now you're getting it, kid."

"So... what happened to them?"

"They all died."

Flynn gripped his slack. Of course he would be able to say that without a bit of hesitation, as far as he knew it could be a lie anyway. "How?" He couldn't help but ask. Feeling sorry for Tayama was impossible for him, after all, he could've killed them himself. But it's just one of those things you have to know because how Tayama had a wife in the first place was beyond him. "As I said kid, life is short here in Tokyo."

"How did they die?"

"The demons killed them." He said after a bit of hesitation. Tayama looked over at him, "I told you I have my reasons. Seeing someone you love get ripped apart right in front of you by demons... a sight like that haunts you." Flynn didn't believe a word he had just said, his lack of emotion wasn't helping him either. A monster like this was incapable of love, and stooping so low as to brainwashing a not one but all the people in the facility to love him until their deaths. Flynn held back any disgusted response, and kept a blank face as Tayama continued, "For 25 years people have tried killing off the demons, and it's obvious that'll never happen. But with having this much power, the least I can do is make it so that we humans and demons could live peacefully. Like a way to avenge them. Make sense?"

It would make a lot of sense if Flynn believed anything he said, and even that wouldn't justify anything, but he reluctantly agreed, bringing a smile to the mans face. "See, even you agree." Like a reward, he cupped his cheek and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "If you stick with me, you'll be ruling with me in my new utopia. We could be together forever."

Flynn winced at the thought, "Don't get your hopes up."

A slap to the face was no different than the hand around his throat. Tayama's beast like eyes boring into Flynn's as his hand cut off his airway, "You mean you'd pass up a life like this? I can give you anything you want." He growled, bringing their faces closer as he brought his voice to a angry whisper, "Listen here, the stiffs in Tokyo can't even fathom all the power that I truly have, and it sure as hell beats that ancient shithole you call home."

Flynn gagged, angry tears welling up in his eyes as he felt himself desperately cling onto Tayama like he was an anchor to consciousness, yet he had so much to say in response to him insulting his home. As best he could, he managed to sum up his thoughts in a simple sentence, "At the extent of being your slave?" He gasped, "I-I'd rather die."

He narrowed his eyes at him, "Hmph." Finally he retracted his hands, leaving Flynn gasping for precious air as he got off the bed. "If you weren't you, I'd gladly grant your wish. But I have a better idea in mind..."

What could be better than putting him out of his misery? Flynn dreaded to hear what he had to say.

"Maybe..." Tayama's eyes widened as a better idea came to mind. "I can see if your friends agree with me."

Flynn's eyes shot open. he had anticipated Tayama suggesting bringing his friends into this torture, but it didn't make him any more prepared when the specter of possibility came up to him. He nodded his head, "Please, not that." Flynn whimpered quietly.

"You know, I was so fixated on you that I really never got a good look at them. But your friends are cute like you."

Flynn nodded his head, pressing his palms against his ears, "Stop it."

"The girl is quite a looker, when I was backing her against the wall like that, I was restraining myself from doing anything more than stroking that delicate chin of hers. And the boy, he's feisty just like you, and that elegance will be just as satisfying to defile."

Flynn gasped in horror, realizing he was talking about Jonathan. "Please, stop it." He pleaded.

"And the last one... I can give him my own brand of discipline. See." Tayama looked back at the traumatized samurai, "It's only fair that they suffer the same way as you are. And think of it like this." He walked back towards him. The boys eyes stared wide at the floor beneath them as he felt a hand stroke his hair as if to comfort him, "At least you won't be so worried about them being used for reds."

Flynn could feel the tears of indecisiveness begin to cloud his vision. He either lets them become the main ingredients of Reds or become victim of whatever perverse thoughts flew through Tayama's head. Nothing was short of torture.

"I…I…"

"I guess you can make that decision later, because simply looking like you like this…" He licked his lips. "I can't even think straight."

"Master?"

"Take off your clothes."

Flynn wasn't objecting for once, as he knew it wasn't going to go anywhere. This outfit was a lot quicker to remove than his Samurai uniform, which Tayama had calculated. At least with wearing something he had some semblance of security, but now that was stripped away again as his scared body was once again full view of Tayama. The

"I never tire of looking at your body." He murmured as he pressed against his back, the clothed tent on his pants rubbing against his backside. "And all the marks I've made." His breath trickled down his neck, past the marks in question. "I hope you remember what we agreed on, that you'll be willing to do much more for me?"

Flynn nodded his head, and Tayama's grip around him became more possessive. He flinched, his chest irritated the burn on his back, his arms pressed against the scars on his neck. Feeling the hard scabs of his wounds crush against his skin, Tayama grinned, "You may as well be mine forever kid, because I'll never let you go."