Mistakes&Sugar
Torturing Mizuki, talking with Misery
A month passed with visits from Misery to Mizuki. She would talk. He'd listen out of boredom. When it was cold one night, Misery snuck a blanket to Mizuki. The next morning she took it back. Their lives went on like this for a while. Neither cared about the other, until the month passed. It was the last day of the month.
"Do you remember what I told you? They'll leave you alone for a month, then they'll begin to torture you, Mizuki-kun," she said. She added the 'kun' as a joke.
"I still won't care about you," he said.
"I just want to warn you," She said, "You will tell me how it goes?"
"Yes. I must rant to someone. When will I tell you?" he asked.
"When it's all over. If you want me to bring you anything…" she said "…and I'll bring it to you."
"What you see fit," he said.
Misery walked to her home. The breeze was so cold. She wondered what would happen to him. She didn't care to see anyone damaged too bad on the first home.
"Hello Mother," she said.
"Hello Misery," her mother said.
"What'll they do to Mizuki?" she asked.
"I'm pretty sure it'll be Tory," her mother said.
Tory made even someone as unfeeling as Misery gets a chill. Misery didn't know what actually happened in Tory, but the prisoner who it was used on would have several cuts. Some were on their stomach, neck, and legs, but most on their backs.
The next afternoon, she arrived at the area in the window. It gave her a perfect view in case anyone came and of Mizuki. Mizuki wasn't there. Tory wasn't very long, but Mizuki had stolen the scroll of sealing…. Just then, the door opened they literally threw him in there.
"How was it?" she asked smugly. Not that she cared.
He didn't look up. He lay on his stomach. Several cuts were on his bare back.
"I never want to go back," he whispered.
"You will every so often. But Tory isn't the worse," Misery said.
"Why's it even called Tory?" he asked.
"Because a girl named Tory died going through it," she said.
"Will I die?" he asked.
"Probably. Almost everyone does," she said plainly.
Mizuki lay there. His shirt was gone. She saw his back. It had several cuts on it. She almost felt sorry for him.
"Do you want anything?" she asked.
"I d…don't care," he said.
She grinned smugly. He didn't care, but he wanted it.
They ended up talking.
"Why are you so heartless?" he finally asked her.
"It's hard to say. I can tell you part of it, but the rest will be for later," she said after a pause.
"If it gives you joy, go ahead," he said.
"When I was younger, I had a brother named Salem. Salem met an unfortunate end. He was strangled by one of the prisoners. My parents grieved over him. But in the time they forgot about me," she said, "I loved them, but soon they stopped caring what I did. I didn't mind at first, but then they started calling for him. I quite literally was ignored, then they stopped loving me, then I realized that if I wanted to go on, I'd forget about it."
"So you stopped caring?" Mizuki asked.
"Yes."
"Because no one cared about you?"
"Yes."
"If someone were to care about you, then would you care?"
"I don't know. No one does."
"Heh."
When she left, Mizuki just lay there. He wondered if being in this solitary confinement would eventually get to him. But he was grateful that she was there, only so he wouldn't lose it.
"I don't understand," the first person breathed as they watched the girl leave.
"He's not going to suffer enough with someone like that around. What should we do?" the second asked.
"She doesn't care. If we make him suffer more, then I'm sure that when we do the new one, we'll be able to kill him, even with her help," a third said.
"And we can call it Mizuki."