(A/N): Hi guys, I think I've finally found a way to write this chapter, and after 2 weeks of vaca, I bring you this :D Gomen though, i know some of you have been waiting T.T I feel bad... anyways, thanks Rain, Ren-chan and Ani for your continuous support, and to Blue Rogue Linds, Screw you, my story, my rules, make your own story and website if you want these things so much :3 I like it the way it is. You don't? Then don't bother reading or commenting.
Also, I'd like to thank Elijah in advance cause he'll obviously be editing this ^-^.
I woke to darkness. Darkness, a candle, and a sore backside, that felt as if it had been put through Hell. Not just any Hell though, but a Hell reserved just for bottoms, regardless if it was beside the point or not.
How could I have not seen who did this to me, I had perfect 20/20, I should've been able to notice, but it had been a strange sensation. I was able to identify many things on the man's face, but I couldn't put it together, but it was so jumbled. I needed to know though, because as soon as I've left this place, I will make sure he goes to jail.
After all, rapists don't deserve mercy.
I was able to clear up my mind after gazing at the ceiling, but it wasn't using maximum efficiency, but some things now made sense.
I could remember a few things about the man, light eyes, no they weren't dark in my mind,but it could have been an illusion could all actually be a dream- but why would I have dream of this? The situation itself didn't make sense, and I brought myself back to my captor's features. His skin, which I reluctantly admitted, was soft. Soft and warm. Yet I was cold.
Don't they let people keep blankets here?- I paused in my thoughts. Wasn't there a bed when I was brought, with plants and hanging lights placed in a wild manor? I started feeling around, candle in hand.
Nothing.
Seriously?
I continued moving around, hopefully, hopefully, something here would be familiar. Though apparently I don't have much favour with Lady Luck.
Don't get me wrong, the thought of being in the room I lost my virginity at~ left me with a bad taste in my mouth.
Oh yes, that man was going to pay.
But away from my silent plotting, I needed to find a better source of heat, a candle won't work.
I need something warmer, and though I'm tempted to ask, I don't want to rely on my captor for anything. I'm assuming he won't want me dying, yet, a voice whispered in the back of my mind, or else I wouldn't be alive as it is. Still though...
I placed the candle on the floor and huddled close to it. I was cold, and now that I realized it, very hungry. Hasn't it been over a day since I've eaten? I think I warrant some sushi- or sashimi if available.
"Just my luck" I mumbled. I wouldn't have wished this on any person, but why me?
I went back to the thoughts I had focused on before.
Weren't his eyes green? Maybe it was blue...
I felt like shaking my head, this was getting to me obviously. But how could I act normally when I was this alone? What if my kidnapper came back?
Oh.
I just noticed, wouldn't there be a door? I shuffled around noisily, candle at hand, and used my fingertips to feels along the walls.
I pressed down harder, as all my touches were too light to comprehend the surfaces. I hit something after a short period of waiting, and swiped my hand around it's surface.
There it is!
I was proud of myself. It shouldn't have made me feel this way, especially after what had happened, but I had to stay strong. Was I going to let some unknown being destroy me?
Of course not!
I gripped the handle roughly and twisted.
Click. I blinked. Was it locked...? I narrowed my eyes at the barely visible object and attempted to open it was more. It proved to be futile.
I sat back down on the floor, blew out the candle and aimed to fall asleep, when it turned on, those damn lights. I freaked. Not only was I not allowed to leave, but I'm being denied my rightful rest!? Forget what he put me through, if I'm going to be used again -I trembled slightly at the thought- then I want to sleep. Once I got out of my anger driven fit though, I took a chance to look around the room with light.
I noticed something immediately. It was empty. It was padded, and white, and very very empty. Not my ideal place to stay, but whatever floats his boat, just keep me off the ship.
But how did he know that...~? HE'S SPYING ON ME! What type of person watches people fall asleep?
Actually, a Rapist might.
It didn't look like he would be coming back anytime soon, but I wouldn't know, now would I?
I started staring at the walls, which were very uninteresting. I didn't appreciate the bland colour-palette at all, but I endured it.
Insert 3 hours
Forget going to jail, this captor was going to die a long, painful death- by my hands.
I had to be staring at this wall for at least an hour, this damn wall. It was even mocking me! Couldn't you see it, I swear it winked at me, even without a face!
It was above me, below me, behind me and all around me. Couldn't it have been blue instead? Blue's a much more tasteful colour. Like the sky, something I haven't seen in some time. By now I would be visiting Otoya today to help him clean up. If I left it up to him to clean, the house would become messier than when he started.
I started drifting into my thoughts once again.
Would they have noticed I was was gone? Or was it too soon?
I groaned. This was obviously God's punishment for not being the most social, only Ren and Otoya might notice I'm missing, and what are they going to do about it, rescue me?
I snorted, Otoya would sooner trip over his two feet and Ren laugh than help me.
I was on my own.
Another hour later
I've been given food. There's apparently a small door, no taller than my head, and no wider than the edge of my shoulders, from side to side.
It looked very good, but there was the off-chance it was poisoned. Would my captor really do that? He didn't seem like the type of person to do this, but I've only known him for a day, let alone seen him for the majority of it.
I appreciated the gesture though, if I don't eat, I'll suffer hunger, but if it's poisoned, I'll suffer death.
*Grumble*
I let my stomach decide.
I was able to finish the food left by, well I'm guessing the person who kidnapped me, and it tasted good. But I had a question.
How did he know I liked Melon-pan?
I was brought milk. Milk. Just when I thought my captor had a very small, minuscule heart, he brings me milk. How... evil.
Well I wasn't going to drink it, I was just to let it stay there.
Stay there, and rot.
Is it me, or is it getting colder in here? I released the air I took in, and saw it come out in wisps of smoke. Yeah, it was obviously getting colder.
Why now though, was it because of the milk? I'm not touching it!
I think my captor took this as a challenge.
Instead of shivering, I was now sweating. Don't they let you clean up in the place? The milk, as much as I hated it, looked like a much better option now that my tongue has gone completely dry. But if I drank it, not only would I have a bad taste in my mouth, but my stomach would start hurting? Is this some sick, twisted form of torture I've never heard of? Milk drinking?
I think the walls were getting to me again.
I picked up the glance of milk, cringing at the cold feel of it. Did I already say this person was dying? Because he is.
I held my nose and closed my eyes, when I heard something fall, and opened my eyes. They widened.
Was that a cage? What was a cage doing- Is that more melon-pan? I narrowed my eyes into slits and got up. It was almost within my reach, and If I just stuck my hand in there...
SLAM
and the cage shut... with my hopes and dreams in it.
I raised my eyes lids slightly, just enough to give it a good glare, and went back to my milk- ugh, I mean THE milk. Stupid milk.
Once more I plugged my nose, and with closed eyes, I tried my best to chug it down. It was not appetizing. At all. I felt the need to puke. And I almost did too, but then a scent hit my nose. The Melon-pan had been released! I leapt for it, needing something to wash this taste out of my mouth, and finished it off if 5 bites. I didn't even know I could do that, I always took such small bites.
After I finished it, the temperature started cooling, and was placed in a comfortable zone. I was silently thanking whoever took me away from home for this act of kindness, Hyperthermia wasn't good for the soul.
Neither was being kidnapped though...
Another cage came down, hardly making a sound. In it contained a pillow and a soft blanket. Softer than the one I had at home. I immediately fell in love.
I laid down to sleep and the lights dimmed considerably, at least my kidnapper seemed thoughtful. I couldn't fall asleep though, so I just laid there. I laid there and tears started falling.
I didn't want to be here, I wanted to go home! I would even tolerate being beside the room my father was in if it meant I was out of here. I just wanted to cook, to make food that I could enjoy while on a picnic. To go through everything in my house and make sure it was spotless!
I sobbed until I had no tears left, and put my head back on the pillow, exhausted. Why was crying so tiring?
After a few moments I felt myself closing my eyes, yet not fully shut. It was because of that sound. That clicking sound. Was someone walking? Was HE here?
The door opened and I pinpointed its location, only to see a foot. A white foot. A white foot that kept coming closer.
I think the foots body was wearing a white suit.
I looked up to me the face, and though it was covered by a ski-mask, this was the man. The man that did this to me. And I hated him for it. He said words to me, muffled by his mask, but familiar nonetheless. Even if I didn't know who he was, I hated him.
"Hello, Masa-kun"
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