(A/N): Hey guys, I really felt like working on the next chapter. (I left myself in suspense and I wanted to see what would happen next) I had to do a lot of research on this, and for moral support there is, once again my friends Ren-chan, and Wolf-chan. Even though she will most likely not see this, I'd also like to give a shout out to my friend Eharley09, yeah I'm kinda anti-social, so I haven't hung with her in a while. This will kinda switch from Otoya's POV to Tokiya's at some point I think...

Ren-chan thinks I should continue from the last chapter so, I'll be doing just that, before I start Syou's and Natsuki's.

I will say, I am very sorry about how bad the torture is. Infact, I think i'll rewrite it and add the other version as a deleted scene o3o... but nah. I'm way too lazy. You guys should be happy though o3o I'm on vacation, and instead I'm updating . We all know the best way to say thanks to me ;D...

Happy reading (and reviewing ^^)

Disclaimer: KONO REBORYUUSHON (We are) IKIMASHOU (STARISH) Ai wo CHANGE THE STAHHHHH! (cause that's how they pronounce it)


"Let the torture, begin."


I was usually upbeat and bouncy, but after all I've been through, it was getting harder to maintain my image. I knew it was pretty stupid trying to run away yesterday, but he practically gave me the keys to freedom by taking me outside~ so why wouldn't I attempt it?

But I was soon regretting it the moment I woke up strapped to a chair and blindfolded.

'Tokiya, let me go, I won't do it again!' I tried to say through the gag, but he was having none of it. I was slapped twice before I stopped yelling behind the gag, and I wasn't slapped again after that.

'Can't we just talk about this?' I thought hysterically. I didn't even get out of the compound, so why couldn't he just let this slide?

It was obvious that I wouldn't be getting out though, so I shifted and tried to feel more comfortable, but I could barely move. There was nothing for me to do but have my attention flicker between the water and my thoughts.

Drip...

'I wonder how long I'm going to be here...?

Drip...

Will I be returned home soon...?

Drip...

What's going to happen to me...?'

Drip.

I started laughing nervously, the last droplet felt a little more... intense then the others.

Or was it just my imagination?

Drip...

No the water definitely felt different! The pressure has gotten...

Now that I thought about it, the pressure hasn't really changed.

Drip...

I could feel tears building up slowly, and as much as I hated crying, I couldn't help it. In this situation, I felt completely helpless.

Drip...

Struggling hasn't gotten me anywhere at all, but I was bound to get hurt no matter how good I was. When Tokiya thought I was sleeping, I could hear it. I could hear the cries, the wails and the screams of them. I could hear them.

Drip...

Kids, Adults, Teenagers, they were all there. When their voices went silent, I had no doubt in my mind what had happened after that. I didn't know how he did it, but he did.

They were killed, just in time for a new arrival.

Drip...

Drip...

And it was all my fault.

If I had noticed this was how Tokiya was earlier, all these people may have been able to live longer.

Drip...

Drip...

Is the water falling faster? I concentrated on the pressure again, but it still felt the same.

I laughed out loud, the enthusiasm in my broken sounds worrying- well at least to that voice.

That little voice telling me 'I'm delusional.'

That voice knows nothing.

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

I decided that the little voice knows me better than I know myself. I could tell that the water was the same, but it felt different. The water fell on my head in a slightly random pattern so it was hard to tell if it was truly faster or not.

It could be going slower for all I know, purposely making its way down my head to smother me.

People die from drowning, right?

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

I will never swim again after this. The water is everywhere. I'm certain that even when at the beach, I've never been this wet. I was kind of glad for this gag, so I couldn't breathe in the water. Tokiya probably wouldn't save me, so I can't count on him if I do.

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

I can't wipe my forehead. It was getting very annoying and I couldn't even shake the water off! Every single droplet, as small as it was, felt like a wave. The tiny micro-drops always hit my nose, and the water was always cold!

I should really try leaving again. But I would hate to go through this again.

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

I can't remember when I started struggling, since I only noticed it now, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to die, I wanted to live and continue breathing air, and like any normal human, I tried to make my way to the top. I was too worried to remember I couldn't move.

Drip...

Drip...

Drip...

Tokiya, if you could help me from drowning I would be forever grateful, and I swear, I will never run away again. For a few days give or take...

I tried to make some more sounds, to give Tokiya my proposal, but it was too hard. My throat hurt, even with all this water around me.

If I could just spit this gag out...

Drip.


(A/N): I apologize for how bad this was, I'm horrible with these things, as much as I love them... if one of you guys want to work with me on that scene, I would be very happy... I'm also very bad at keeping people's personality as they are, so if you're going to hate on me, better find another reason to :P)


I watched for the first few minutes, noticing how Otoya was shaking. Five minutes and he was already this badly off? I pity him.

I knew from experience that this took time, so I left him. I made sure to check every hour though. Everything was going well, much quicker than the last time I had to do this. The last one was easy to break, only 15 hours. Maybe it had something to do with how he behaved before these experiments? Maybe I should just record him instead of watching. Yes, I would do that.


Just as I was finishing my dinner the next day, the maid alerted me that it had been 24 hours since I had Otoya tortured.

I wonder if his behaviour has changed. Sleep deprivation, Dehydration, Hunger, and the Pyschological pain he must have went through. Was I too harsh?

Nah, compared to what I usually do, I haven't even started.

I knew one of the keys to this form of torment, was also Isolation, but I also need to check on his health.

He was my friend as much as my pet and I wanted him alive.

As I was entering the room, I could practically feel the fear that permeated it. Otoya must not have had enough energy to struggle like he did some time ago, so he seemed to have settled for shaking. I could make out tiny whimpers, as soft and croaky as they were, but whimpers nonetheless.

I was estatic.

"Otoya," I called out, my voice smooth. "How have you been doing?" I could tell he heard me, his whimpering stopped and his head turned to my direction by a good 7 millemetres (I was that good at math.)

"I was thinking of leaving you in here for another day, but if you're good we don't need to do that, right?" I got a tensing of muscles, in which I hoped was for a nod. I pressed a button on the wall.

"Can I please have 1 glass of water, and a second filled with juice? Full- no, normal type. Yes, NO- actually, instead of that, can I have a syringe for medicine. Yeah, that's all, thanks."


It was okay if he didn't like water anymore, having him drink it wasn't even the goal. No, I had something more... sinister planned.

I ripped the tape on his mouth off of him and removed what was inside of his mouth. I just waited patiently for him to cough before moving towards his ear. I whispered harsh tales of what I did in my free time (apart from a few daily occurences.) About all the orphans I killed, and the men I had broken. And I told him the solution to everything.

"Be... obedient." He couldn't have responded, even if he wanted to. But I think what he had went through made him compliant enough. It wouldn't last, if it was the Otoya I knew, but for now it would work.

Otoya cared too much about people, probably due to his past, but I'll just use that to my advantage. Bending people to my will was never this hard though.

Maybe it was because I knew him so well?

But I knew the other one as well... so why?

I shook my head- I was over thinking things.

Hearing a knock on the door, I switched off the machine and removed the straps and binds from his jaw (excluding the blindfold and the ones keeping the rest of his head in place.)

Once the drinks were brought in, I took them (along with the syringe) and moved towards Otoya.

"Ok, we're going to play a new game, since you weren't too good at soccer. The rules are simple. You just have to say what I tell you to, or risk the consequences." I started tilting a small amount of juice into his mouth.

"Swallow." I said cheerfully. He couldn't play the game if he couldn't talk. I would've given him water first, but juice makes people thirstier. That was what I was aiming for.

"For each correctly said sentence and answer, I will give you a little more to drink. If I deem you're doing excellent, we'll switch to water." He liked water more, as far as I could remember.

"Nod if you understand." It was slow, but eventually he did, the straps pushing pressure on him. "Let's begin then. Question One: What are you?" Otoya's face scrunched up. This didn't seem to be easy for him, but I thought the question was simple enough.

"Am I- um... I think, I'm... a... er... Slave?" Wrong. I may have told him that earlier, but he was truly soo much more. I took the syringe and filled it with water, and put my hand above him. With careful precision, I let a drop of water fall and land on his forehead.

"N-No! Stop! Wait- I'm a... I'm a... a... a Pet?" He was on the right track, but not what I was thinking. I let another drop fall.

He shook his head in a vain attempt to get the water off him "An- an object?" He was almost there.

Tears started being absorbed by the blindfold when the falling water started becoming consistent.

"I don't know! I don't know! What am I?" I could've said a dead man, but that was just harsh.

"You were right about being an object, Otoya. You're not a human, but a possession. A possession that I own. And once your mindset is where I want it, I'm going to have to arrange for you to have a tutor." I could practically see his eyes widen in horror. If only he was a little more like me, those subjects would have been a breeze.

"Since you failed the first question, I'm not sure if you deserve to get out of those chains. You obviously need more time to think. I'll just put you back under the machine..." He shook his head with such force I feared he would knock himself out from dizziness.

"Nooo," He whined "Give me another, I'll get it this time!" It was a tempting thought honestly. And if he was going to get better at this, why not give him another chance? Damn it, how could Otoya still had such a soft spot in my heart?

"Alright," I nodded to him, if he saw it or not didn't make a difference. "I'll go along with your request, but I'm going to change the rules now." I handed him the cup of water and tipped it into his mouth, ordering him to drink. "Instead of a drink for each individually correct answer, you must answer the next ones perfectly, or I'm going to leave you in the machine, for a longgg time (Only a week, which I'll put him on liquid food.) Understand?"

"Yeah" He was already doing so horribly... well, you've got to admire his will (even if it got in the way of breaking him.)

"Question Two: What am I?" If he failed this one, it would seem all those things I've said gone to waste.

He cheered up remarkably and said the answer with enthusiasm "You're Toki-," He froze up and went silent. Good thing he didn't finish that sentence, or it'd be an automatic fail.

"You're not Tokiya to me, right?" I wasn't sure where he was going, but I still answered him.

"No, I'm not Tokiya to you. To Ren, or maybe Haruka, I'm Tokiya, but not to you." His spirit seemed to dampen considerably and he slouched down.

"Yeah, I remember. You're my Master now."

YES! He ACTUALLY said it...

I couldn't help but start smiling. Forget about the game, I'm going to milk as much as I can from this! I quickly untied the blindfold and the rest of the binds from his head.

I spoke up, as he was blinking rapidly. "Say that again."

"Mnn?" He mumbled, tears falling from his darkness adjusted eyes.

"I said say that again." Does he not understand plain Japanese?

"Say what again?" I rolled my eyes, positive that he would notice.

"Otoya, do you like sitting there?" I received a shake of his head.

"I thought so. I will give you a chance to move around the exercise room, even though you don't deserve it, if you say these exact words-"

"What words?" Otoya said eagerly.

I frowned. "If you would only let me finish, you would've known by now."

"Sorry Toki~ ehh, Master" He ended awkwardly.

"As I was saying," I gave Otoya a glare that could put Lucifer to shame (making Otoya 'eep' for his life {with good reason to})

"I want you to say 'You are my Master, and I'm nothing but your plaything, toy and possession' whenever I ask what I am. If you've already said it once, and I say 'again,' I also expect you to repeat it. You also better sound like you mean it, or there won't be any point in saying it at all."

Otoya just sat there (not like he had a choice) dumbfounded.

"So let's try this out," I practically sang out. "What am I?"

Otoya cast his eyes downwards and I heard a few bits of what I expected him to say. "Master... plaything... toy..."

"Otoya... when you say that, I expect you to look at me. I also expect you too say it loud enough for me to hear."

"Mmk..." I could feel the tick on my head.

"Mmk, what?" Otoya gave a long dramatic sigh, which I hit him over the head (not hard) for.

"Get on with it" I said, eyes burning with the intensity of 1000 white suns.

"Mmk, Master..."

"In the future, use 'Yes' instead of terms like, Yeah, or Mhmm, or Mmk." I noticed his muscles tense as if he was about to sigh again.

"Yes, Master." I think I was irritating him.

"Now say it"

With a short roll of his eyes (I let it slide) he said the words. "You're my Master, I'm your plaything, toy and possession, can we go now?" I wanted to strangle something. Those were the most uncaring words I have ever heard.

"Again."

"You're my Master, I'm your plaything, toy and possession- can we please go now? I said it twice!"

"Again."

"You're my Master, I'm your plaything, toy and possession..."

"Again."
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I kept having him repeat the phrase, until he went from bored-sounding to panting. But it was his own fault, if he didn't add those comments earlier, I may have stopped at the Twenty-fifth repeat. But we were already on the Sixtieth, and still going. I was going to make sure he could say the line without hesitation, or thought.

"Again."

"You're my Master, and I'm your plaything, toy and possession." I cracked a smile.

"Glad you know your place."

"Yes, yes I do, Master, but can we pleaseee go now?" My smile widened.

"Yes, we shall, my dearest pet." I started undoing everything holding him down, and I pulled him off the chair and onto his feet. He fell down as soon as I let go.

"EEH! Help me!" He screamed as he was falling.

Well, what type of Owner would I be if I let something of mine get damaged?

Once I had him steadied, I circled number 4 on my mental checklist.

"Otoya, kneel down" He looked at me suspiciously as he went down on his knee's. "Good boy" I said affectionately, stroking his hair soothingly as he tensed up.

"What am I?" Otoya's jaw tensed in what I assumed was another sigh.

"You're my Master, and I'm your plaything, toy and possession..." I gently patted his cheek, murmuring my approval.

"Alright, now go on all fours." Otoya was giving me the 'WTF?!' face.

"Yes, you heard me correctly, get down." He didn't move from his spot "I thought you wanted to go to the exercise room?" With a short glare at me, he placed his hands on the ground. "Stay there" I said, going to the other side of the room to retrieve his leash." Once I returned, I put it on his collar.

"Ok, let's go." I said, as I moved towards the door. Once I turned back, I realized that Otoya was making his way to his feet. 'Not going to happen' I thought.

With a sharp pull, I had him back on a kneeling position.

"Otoya... did you think you were going to walk there?" I didn't wait for an explanation. "I want you crawling. You are not of the same status as me, you are not an equal, you are not a human. Your place is on the floor, like lesser beings." Ouch. That sounded much more harsh than I thought it would, but Otoya got the message either way, with his burning face and glistening eyes.

For some reason... the tears he shed made me feel empty. Why do I feel this way, I've seen him, and others cry plenty times. Why?

I need to see a therapist about these conflicting emotions.


FINALLY A POV CHANGE (Otoya)


I hate him, I hate him, I hate him so much.

Here, I thought he was a human rights supporter.

I gave a small laugh. Of course, I'm not a human, so that doesn't apply to me, right?

I also hate life.

My knee's were burning at the constant abuse.

'You know 'Master,' (so much mental sarcasm) we have legs for a reason.'

So how come I couldn't use mine.

Everything happening to me... was this even legal?

How did no one discover this... this... Slavery?

Was this even Slavery if I wasn't human?

Nah- probably something along the lines of objects abuse. But objects had no rights.

So pretty much a dog had more rights than me, huh?

Yeah, probably.

"Here we are Otoya." I heard him call out. I stopped crawling and went bent backwards until I was only on my legs (Crawling had been very embarrassing. There had been at least 6 different maids I passed on the way. Each of them cooed over me and how cute I was- except for those army looking ones that growled instead...) Ahh, memories...

Once he opened the door, I attempted to stand up again (which failed, as I was pulled back down.)

"Otoya, we've gone over this. You don't stand up. And you never will unless I tell you to."

Ever the nice Master...

"But if I can't stand up, how am I supposed to exercise in here?" I was stumped on how that was possible.

"Oh, did I say we were exercising?" Uhh, yes. "Sorry, we'll be playing some specially designed games." Did I already say I hate him? I don't think I said that enough.

"What type of games?" I frowned.

"Special ones." I could see this wasn't going to get anywhere.

My leash -I shook my head- THE leash, was removed from my neck and I sorta wished the collar would be as well. As finely made as it was, there was a constant itch there...

"I'm going to give you a chance. If I see you behave well without the leash, then I won't use it anymore, unless I believe I have to. You'll be good, right...?"

I could feel another sigh coming on. "Yes Master..." It was so odd calling Tokiya that. He was my best friend for so many years, and now?

Could we even be considered friends?

"-And that's how we'll play the game" My face took on a blank look. Whaaa?

Tokiya sighed, and I could almost hear his thoughts.

This was going to be a longgg evening.


(A/N): I made this much longer than my other ones... it's almost 4000 words. Like, a new record for me :D Aren't you guys proud ^^?

Yeah, the reason this is longer is cause well- I felt kinda bad not updating. I would've updated later, but Secondary School is gonna start for me on Tuesday .-.

Wish me luck, I'm a Freshwoman D:

. I also expect plenty of reviews (even though I didn't get too many last chapter) reviews motivate me, and with school, updates will take even longer than before...

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(pity review then o3o?)