"We're going to have to infiltrate."
"Uh…beg your pardon?"
"You heard me right, Kiteyama-san—it's looking like that's our only option." Urahara affirmed.
I shifted uncomfortably on the padded pillow beneath me, and put down the tea I was attempting to drink.
"What were the results of your testing?" Hitsugaya asked next to me.
Urahara took another sip of tea, and then began to explain. "Along with the Seki-Seki, there's a type of barrier melded together with traces of reiatsu. I can't really determine exactly how the barrier was created or what it is exactly, but think of it having similarity to kidou. I had Tessai-san take a look at it as well, and even he couldn't do much about it. We're dealing with someone who's skilled—that much is apparent. I could try some more testing, but I don't know if it'll hurt Kiteyama-san more than it already has. Our fastest, and best option is to infiltrate."
"And so how does infiltrating help? If it has a type of kidou layer, then it doesn't make much sense to storm enemy territory." Hitsugaya countered.
Urahara smiled and held his hand out toward me. I assumed he wanted to look at the bracelet, so I set my wrist in his hand and stared at the contraption as well.
"While normally you would be correct, it isn't the case this time. Look here," Urahara turned the bracelet to display the keyhole. "There's a special key that can more than likely open this without it becoming problematic. Since everything is taking place here in the World of the Living, our enemy took precautions—he designed this bracelet so that in case of anything, it can be removed by a human-like object rather than only by methods unknown to humans. With the type of operation they've been able to run for so many years, it makes sense that they would take precautions in case the authorities became involved." Urahara explained.
"That makes sense—I can't tell you how many times the cops have come in to play and some of us have almost been taken." I stated, taking my wrist back and leaning back on my other hand.
"So, my suggestion is that we take the rest of the day to come up with a plan. Kiteyama-san, do you know where the key might be kept? Perhaps your handler might keep it in his possession?" Urahara questioned.
I sat back up and took a sip of the tea that Tessai brought us. "No, Rafael wouldn't have something like that. If he did it would've promoted me to have thoughts of escape, and they didn't want that at all costs. I'd say it's kept at the main facility for sure. The only problem is that I have no idea where it would be kept—when I was there, I only really was allowed in two rooms and the hallways that connected them. When I was still living there, when it was time for work I was blindfolded and dragged to the facility—it wasn't until I became trusted that I actually got a partial glimpse of the building inside, and of course from the outside. I remember how to get to the building from my apartment strangely enough though."
"I see. Well, knowing where it is at the very least is a start. Tessai-san! Were you able to find the map?" Urahara asked.
The tall, black-haired man rocking an apron re-entered the room with the rolled up map in his hand, and spread it across the table upon his arrival. I as well as the others looked down at it for a few moments until Hitsugaya placed his forefinger on a group of buildings.
"From what I remember, your apartment was somewhere around here, wasn't it?"
Now that he pointed it out, I was able to get a better grasp on the area. Since I'd never been outside of my usual stomping grounds, I didn't know where anything was. I turned the map so that I could get a better visual, and traced my finger until it was over my prior residence.
"This is officially where I lived." I began. "If you go down this way," I traced my finger down the streets as if I were walking down them, "You have to make a couple of turns, and then it should be right here."
All three of them looked down at it, and before they could ask, I beat them to it. "Yes, I know it looks small, but from what I heard a lot of it was underground. We were kept above ground at a weak attempt at a humane provision, but underground is where all the action happened." I explained.
"I don't know just how far it stretches out, but I know how to get down there at the very least." I shrugged.
"Knowing where it's located is a good start, and knowing that it's primarily underground is even better information. I'd assume there's more entrances than one?" Urahara looked at me.
"Your guess is as good as mine." I shrugged.
"Kiteyama, is there anyway that you could draw out the interior that you do know of?" Hitsugaya asked.
"Yeah, probably. Hang on," I opened my purse and dug around for my Diner notepad and pen. "Okay, give me another sec."
I ripped out four pieces of paper, and drew out the outline of the building displayed on the map. The front entrance looked like a construction shop and was spacious for the most part, but then toward the back down the hallway was where the real fun was located. The two first rooms looked like the office and restroom facilities of the construction site, but through the office's back 'closet' door was a hallway that led to the true purpose of the facility. There was the whore dormitory to the left of the hallways end, and then to the right was an unknown room to me, and the elevator that led underground next to it.
I took out more pieces of paper to draw the first—and hopefully only—underground level. Once the elevator arrived, it led forward and then to the right to get to my old place of business, and beyond that was unknown to me. I left the hallway I drew with incomplete lines, and explained everything to the group of men around me.
"Thanks for the visual," Urahara complimented.
"Its not much. I wish I knew what else was down there, but at the same time I don't wanna know." I took a sip of tea.
"Judging from the upstairs, there has to be another entrance in. It seems highly unlikely to me that they would let the clientele pass the room they keep the women in during downtime." Hitsugaya pieced. "It has to be through this area, or through another building nearby that connects underground. It's the only logical way around." He concluded.
"I agree—it would be too risky to let clients near where the women are kept." Urahara agreed.
"Sounds about right, but to be honest I wouldn't be able give you a definitive answer. We couldn't see anything when we were in there, but that doesn't mean we couldn't hear. I'd hear lots of footsteps from time to time, but who knows if they belonged to clients or not." I sat back and crossed my arms.
Urahara joined my relaxed position after a quick sip of tea, and stared at the map on the table for a few moments.
"While this is a good start, we're going to need more details. Assuming they've constructed the underground level illegally, that leaves us with no available specs to utilize. I think the only option for more information is a full on reconnaissance of the area along with the surrounding facilities. Wouldn't you agree?" Hitsugaya turned to Urahara.
"Seems like it." Urahara agreed. "We should get Kurosaki-san's assistance on this one, Hitsugaya-Taichou. The more of us there are, the better the chances of finding the key. None of us should have a problem dealing with humans, however, there's the other unknown element that could cause some trouble. Having the extra manpower behind us is a good precaution."
"I agree." He said.
"What about me?" All three of them looked to me as I continued. "Am I staying or going?"
I really didn't want to go at all, but it felt wrong if I were to stay. It was all for me anyway, shouldn't I assist in attaining my own freedom? I wasn't the type to just sit back and not do anything if it involved myself in something non-work related. Above that, I don't care what Hitsugaya told me last night—the thought of owing these people more than I already do makes me sick to my stomach. The more I could help with, the better I'd feel is what I'd reasoned.
The only huge problem I faced is the thought of going back into that hole; the thought of remaining there for eternity made me unconditionally cringe. Then again, they'd probably just kill me rather than keep me again—I was worrying over nothing.
"Its too risky; you should stay as far away as possible. I don't doubt our abilities, however my main concern is that it's three versus an unknown number of people. If we're occupied, you'd be on your own." Hitsugaya answered.
"We should take her, Hitsugaya-Taichou," Urahara replied before I could.
Hitsugaya looked at his shady-eyed acquaintance sharply, and he continued.
"She'd be unguarded if we left her somewhere. You said it yourself—we don't know how many we're up against. Lets say that while we're busy dealing with them, Kiteyama-san is left on her own and is captured, then everything will have been for nothing. With that bracelet on her, I can't sense the slightest bit of reiatsu—locating her for a rescue would be like a needle in a haystack. On top of this, if we're thrown into a scenario in which the key could be obliterated, we'd have a higher chance of getting her out of the gigai if she were there."
They both made pretty valid points. As much as I hated to admit it, I had to side with Urahara on this one. If I were left by myself and captured, it'd be over. This little bit of hope that I'd allowed to seep through would immediately burn up like gasoline. As much as I had a feeling that it would anyway…
I looked up into the aquamarine gaze that stared into me.
As pessimistic as I was…this Romeo staring into me was working so hard for my sake. He was giving it his all to make sure that I get out of this alive. I felt obligated to give it a shot, even if the amount of effort was half-hearted and miniscule.
"I'm with Urahara on this. I'd love to never see that place again, but at least if anything happens to me, you guys would know immediately and be able to assist." I said to Hitsugaya.
"You could get hurt, Kiteyama," he warned. The concern he had was apparent, and the gesture made those insects inside me stretch out their wings.
"It wouldn't be the first time. I'll be fine." I looked away from him with a smirk. "Trust me, broken limbs is like a walk in the park these days."
I felt like Hitsugaya wanted to say something, but he bit it back with his better judgement. I didn't blame the guy—battling a pessimist wasn't an easy feat.
"All right, we'll bring her with us. In the meantime, we'll get Kurosaki and go for reconnaissance. Either you or I will stay back with her so that two can go for the sweep rather than just one. Do you have his number, or should I head over there?" Hitsugaya asked.
"No, no—I have his number. I'll get him on the line for you." Urahara told him as he got up with Tessai and left the room.
Hitsugaya looked at me as soon as they'd left, and I almost squirmed under the gaze.
"Can I help you?"
He sat back and crossed his arms, uncertainty clearly the culprit of his hesitance.
"I'll be fine—cut out the storybook-hero concern." I reached into my purse for my cigarettes. "I'm not as defenseless as you think. I might not have my Shinigami abilities anymore, but I do know basic defense and offense maneuvers. I shouldn't be that much of a weight for you to drag."
"That isn't what I'm concerned about." He replied, standing up along with me.
"What then?" I asked as he followed behind me.
"I'm more concerned whether or not you—"
"Hitsugaya-Taichou! I have Kurosaki-san on the line!" Urahara called.
Hitsugaya looked down at me, and I let a small smirk out to ease the stiffness.
"We all have our demons. It's up to each person to fight or be consumed. They've taken a few bites already—it's about time I returned the favor." I winked before turning back around.
"Ya know, ya oughta cut out that Prince Charming shit—it'll get you in trouble one day." I said as I closed the door on him.
-x-x-
"Are you ready?" Hitsugaya placed a heavy hand on my shoulder.
I took a deep breath. "As ready as I'll ever be." I exhaled.
I looked back at the two Shinigami in their true forms and Urahara still in his gigai with his Zanpakutou—disguised in the form of a cane—placed precariously on his shoulder. Urahara had a grin spread across his face as if he were a child about to play an exciting level of a videogame. That childlike innocence the man portrayed was something else—he made me want grin up along side him.
"Lets go," Kurosaki took the lead.
The formation was Kurosaki in the lead, Urahara second, myself third, and Hitsugaya last. The only two visible to the living were Urahara and myself, which was ultimately our trump card until the unknown came into play. I myself was looking forward to the shock on the enemy's faces when they get bested by something they can't see. It seemed pretty foolproof.
We entered the secret elevator Kurosaki and Urahara found earlier, and waited in anxious silence for the doors to open at the bottom floor. I tried to control my breathing in the tiny shaft of an elevator—heavy breathing would only add to the anxiety I was feeling. While I was playing the part of an unfazed, battle-ready trooper on the outside, I was already panicking on the inside. It wasn't that I didn't trust them, it was just that this place haunted almost every waking thought behind the scenes. All the rapes, all the drug induced hallucinations, all the torture—this place brought it all back to life.
The elevator doors opened, and immediately two of the handlers were already on us like white on rice; guns already pointed at Urahara's head.
"Who are you?" they asked.
"Just a humble shop owner looking for a good time," Urahara leaned into his cane.
"It's her!" The one on the right shouted into a microphone attached to his coat—great. He pointed his gun immediately at me, and I rose my hands up.
"It isn't nice to point your gun at a lady," Urahara said, that grin still plastered on his face.
"Get out of the elevator now!" The man with his gun pointed at me shouted.
Kurosaki intervened at that moment by kicking the man's gun out of his hand, and punching him in the face. He flew down from the force, and before the other could do anything, Urahara pushed the gun away and swiped him down with one foul swing. Kurosaki stepped out of the elevator fully, and already the sound of the two's impact alerted a swarm of handlers into the room.
Hitsugaya pushed me out of the elevator, and stood in front of me. He put up some type of protective barrier, and with good reason. The five that swarmed in immediately pulled out their guns and pointed all of them at Urahara and I.
"Kiteyama Akinoyo, get on the ground now!" one of the men barked.
"Leave us just one please," Urahara asked Kurosaki and Hitsugaya.
"Yeah, yeah," Kurosaki replied with heavy playfulness in his tone.
The two of them were both off faster than I could even see. They both took out two each easier than breathing it seemed, and the men dropped down like flies. Kurosaki took hold of the last one, and held the trembling man's hands behind his back.
"W-What did you do? How did you do that?" the coward stuttered out at Urahara.
"Magic." Urahara smirked as he walked over to the man.
Hitsugaya released the barrier in front of me, and I approached with him toward the others.
"Listen, we're here for something that belongs to our lovely Kiteyama-san here," he gestured at me, and held his hand out for me to place my wrist in. "and we're not leaving until we get it. Would you happen to know where we might find it?" he took his thumb and forefinger to my bracelet, and wiggled it lightly so he could get the hint.
The man grinned and forgot all about his paranormal experience with the amount of testosterone he decided to display.
"Like I would ever help out a whore with anything," he chuckled. "You picked the wrong guy—you're shit out of luck,"
Urahara rose his cane and knocked the guy out immediately. We didn't have time to sit here and play games with these people—we were better off searching until it came down to the wire.
We turned face to the entry the goons came in from, and Kurosaki proceeded first. We crept down the hallway until we came to a 'T' crossing, and so we turned right once we checked to see if the coast was clear. As we progressed, the air around me became uncomfortably cold—like a deranged hospital kind of feel to it. I jutted my head around to see if there were any vents, or anything that could've even caused a mental disarray more than I already was experiencing.
Hitsugaya placed a hand on my shoulder as he strutted up to my side, and when I turned to look at him, an outline caught my periphery and caused immediate panic to hit me. I snapped my head behind us to see a creature out of a nightmare.
A beast hunched on all fours stood behind us farther down the hallway; streams of thick saliva escaping through its bared teeth. I stopped dead in my tracks, and with that sudden halt, Hitsugaya caught my gaze.
"We've got company," he alerted the rest of the group.
Hitsugaya attacked immediately as the creature resembling a crack-addicted canine sprinted toward us. Urahara was instantly in front of me as Kurosaki kept guard behind me.
If there was any doubt regarding the validity of this new fairytale world I lived in, this completely put it to rest. I watched in a complete stupor as Hitsugaya slaughtered the obsidian and turquoise colored Hollow, and watched as the action stained the floor in vivid scarlet. The creature faded into the atmosphere, and Hitsugaya shook his Zanpakutou clean of the Hollow's remnants.
The way Hitsugaya handled his Zanpakutou in just those brief moments alone smacked me again with realization that he was a very skilled individual. What happened just now was literal child's play compared to what I'm sure he could accomplish if he were serious. Urahara and Kurosaki I'd assume were skilled as well, but knowing that about them two didn't affect me as much as it did with Hitsugaya—maybe it's because I knew and trusted Hitsugaya more than them?
Hitsugaya turned back to look at me, and right when he did, another one of the hounds from Hell appeared from behind. The thing scaled the wall in a clawed sprint toward him, and I yelped trying to alert Hitsugaya. In a quick draw, Hitsugaya sliced the thing clean in two upon turning around, and the halves of it fell on the floor in a wet thump in front of me. I looked down at the cut flesh, and had to stifle the shiver I desperately wanted to give. This was going to be my life; I wasn't against it being thrown at my feet like this Hollow—at least this time I could step into it rather than being thrown in without a choice.
"They're multiplying,"
I looked away from the fading Hollow before me, and back up at the three more Hollow that appeared at the other end of the hallway.
"Unless I get to the root, they're not going to stop." Hitsugaya affirmed calmly.
He looked back at me, assessing my facial features to see my mental standpoint on the situation. All I could muster was the blank face I already possessed—I gave it my all not to seem more fazed than I already was.
"I'll catch up momentarily; don't let her out of your sight, Urahara," Hitsugaya turned back around.
"Glad we're on the same page," Urahara replied as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
He tugged on me to inch me out of my frozen stance, and I complied with a hesitant side-step. I didn't want Hitsugaya to stay here—I wanted him by my side. I wanted to tell him he couldn't go, and that I didn't want him to go up against those beasts alone. Before I could actually say anything, Hitsugaya had already gone; taking on the three Hollow all at once further up the hallway.
"He'll be fine, those Hollow are nothing compared to what he's used to," Urahara cooed.
I looked back at the shadowed man, and quickly nodded and turned to follow close behind him and Kurosaki. Urahara fell back behind me for my protection, and we twisted down through the labyrinth of hallways—the two of them taking down black-garbed goons as we went.
We came upon a spacious room, and once the enemy saw my face, the twenty plus pawns all rushed at me for capture. Urahara stepped in front of me, and drew a large square with the tip of his cane at me, and a barrier invisible to the human eye appeared before me for protection. Kurosaki was like the ghost of an angered warrior from Hell; he took all of them on with such a speed and fierce amount of strength that I was in awe.
Urahara stood by my side, watching everything go down as if it was a re-run episode of his favorite television program. I wondered if I'd ever get used to this to where I came to that point as well—one would think that with all the shit I'd been through I'd already be accustomed to it, but my irregular heartbeat said otherwise. The men were completely baffled with what was happening, and before they could even properly react and take cover, over half of their force was taken out.
A sharp, scraping noise had my head snap to the left side of the room. The entire wall began to slid open; the huge metal chain circulating at the top pulling the door back like heavy nails on a chalkboard. Everyone turned to look, and as they did, claws bigger than I'd ever seen crept from within, and curled over the opening; pulling the huge door to open even faster. I stepped back out of reflex, and upon my step, a deep, yet loud growl stirred from within this burgundy fingered creature behind the door.
Urahara immediately rose his cane to me, and the single-walled barrier previously in front of me now encased me against the wall in a coffin-like fashion.
"Stay in there—nothing can touch you within the barrier. If something happens, I'll tell you to run—you can break the barrier easily." Urahara told my stupefied face—I gave a quick nod before he disappeared to Kurosaki's side in a flash-step.
At that moment, the gate was forcibly pulled several feet wide, and a swarm of those Hollow monstrosities flooded the room as if a dam just broke. Our human adversaries had no idea just what was going on, and as they began to shoot at Urahara, several of the Hollow trampled and began to consume them without so much as a second thought. Seeing the blood and hearing the choking and gurgling sounds made my gag reflex spike, and it took everything within me to keep my composure and steady breathing.
Kurosaki and Urahara attacked each and every Hollow within arms reach. There were so many that flooded us that it was difficult even for them to move around from spot they were in. As they dealt with the creatures, the wall finally finished opening, and I looked up toward the ceiling to lock eyes with glowing red and slender irises. The grotesque masked beast roared so loudly I plugged my ears in reaction. Once it finished, the half serpent lunged itself toward the two Shinigami in the middle of the room. My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth to not yelp from the fear that creature instilled within me, and the fear that it might just kill the two of them.
Amidst all the chaos directly in front of me, I closed my eyes and tried to focus back on calming myself down. I breathed deeply and slowly, and held my breath in an effort to restart the cycle. While my breath was held, sharp intakes, high-pitched restrained yelps, and fast-paced footsteps sounded by the entrance next to me. My eyes shot open, and I turned my head to the side to look diagonally through the opening and into the hallway.
A tied up, half-naked woman was tackled onto the ground—a stray Hollow atop her and snapping it's fangs at her like a hungry wolf. She was holding it off her with her duct-tapped hands; crying and screaming in a muffled panic through the duct-tape covering her mouth as the creature inched closer to her by the second. In her eyes I saw my own fear magnified tenfold—to top it off this poor woman probably couldn't even see the ravenous carnivore trying to sink its teeth into her. I looked back to the scene in front of me ready to yell for them to save her, but they both were occupied fighting against this monstrously huge creature taking up almost the entire room.
I had to make a decision and I had to make it quick. I didn't know this woman, but there was one thing we had in common—we were both torn from the same cloth, the sister I never knew in arms, and an innocent human female above all else. I reached down into my boot, and yanked out the small switchblade I kept tucked in the inner strap. I snapped it open and looked at it with determination.
I was a Shinigami. This was my job. I couldn't stand here and let these fucking creatures scare me any longer. I had an obligation, and I needed to get my fucking ass in gear—as much as it scared me into a mental fetal position.
A long, pained howl came from the woman, and I knew I couldn't lollygag any longer.
I burst through the barrier, and jumped on top of the back of the Hollow with a new adrenaline I'd never felt before. It lurched back like a horse unwelcoming its mounter, and I flew off its back behind it. It turned around to snarl at me as I got up on all fours, and the piercing stare had me internally trembling with fear. I didn't let up the stare, and I grit my own teeth as the thing waited for me to slip.
"Come fucking at me then!" I snarled at it.
In an instant, the beast leapt toward me, and I readied myself for the 90% chance that it's fangs were going to pierce through my neck. Its two front legs pushed me onto my back, and it landed on top of me as my head smashed against the concrete floor. It allowed no time for me to recollect; it bent its head and went in for a bite at me. My left hand was immediately at its throat, and in a fluid display of emergency retaliation, I stabbed my switch blade into the side of its neck and pushed as hard as I could.
It gurgled and yelped in pain, and its blood rushed out of its neck onto my chest. I quickly utilized the moment to push the masked creature off me, and I was now the one on top of him. I ripped out my knife, stabbed the thing through the skull, and held it there until I was sure it wasn't going to get back up. I took out my knife with shaky hands, and wiped the blade off on my sleeve before putting it back into my boot slowly.
I felt like I was in a complete fog at that point; my body completely in auto-pilot from the explosion of emotions that caused a calm-before-the-mental breakdown within me. I walked with heavy footsteps to the woman in laced lingerie, and knelt down to her level. She was hunched over in the fetal position I myself wanted to be in, and tears were streaming down her face as she trembled from the entire episode.
I put my hand on her shoulder lightly, and she slowly looked up at me with her puffy sky-blue eyes tainted with the heavy emotional scar she'd just received. I saw my own reflection in her eyes, and saw myself within her wrecked soul. Scared, hurting, alone…
My own tears threatened to escape just looking at her.
A loud roar broke my symbolic trance, and I knew that I had to knock it off and get a move on—she was relying on me. I took hold of her by her bicep, and looked at her fiercely—she met my gaze.
"We have to go, right—"
The sole of a boot pushed and smashed my head against the ground faster than I could even comprehend. The brown-haired woman muffled words at me, but before I could do anything, the sound of a gunshot rang in my ears, and the female thumped lifelessly beside me. Her wide-opened and dead eyes stared into me, sending painful memories to coarse through me before forecasting my own immediate future. All I could do was breathe.
My hands were yanked from under me, and secured by my wrists in the same method displayed on the late whore in front of me. The person yanked me up, and tapped my mouth shut next before taking hold of all my hair in a single grab.
He stood up, and dragged me behind him down the hallway as I struggled to make a move. He stopped momentarily to whack me with—what I assumed—was his gun, and when I stopped movement from my blurred vision, he continued to drag me as he fast-walked away from the main event. A few minutes passed in extreme mental effort to pull myself together—to little avail.
Finally we entered a room, and he slammed the door shut and locked it behind us. He dragged me over to one of the beds utilized for my former employment, and duct-tapped my hands to the metal frame beside me.
My vision and basic motor functions began to return after he was already said and done, and I looked up at the man admiring my pitiful state.
Fucking Kami…
It was him.
Of course it was him.
It was my luck for it to be him.
"So, you thought that you could just keep running and that we'd never find you?" he laughed as he bent down and lightly grazed his fingers over my taped mouth.
I lurched my head forward in faked bravado, staring at him with such a bloodlust that made even myself shudder. In one swift motion, he put his hand fully over my mouth and slammed my head against the bed rail behind me.
"You're still as naïve as I remember—that won't save you from me this time though,"
He pushed off my face and back into his lazy standing position. He walked across the room—the metal outlining his steel-toed boots clinking with each step he took toward the table.
"Every morning when I wake up, do you know who I get the pleasure of thinking of?" he asked as he picked up a slender knife and held it to the light. As he and I watched it glisten, he continued. "I get out of bed, walk to the bathroom, and look in the mirror. I see the empty void where my left eye used to be, and think of all the different ways I want to kill you. Some days it's drowning you, some days it's slicing your throat open and reaching down inside to rip your heart out from within you—it varies based on my mood." He looked over and grinned.
I almost gagged at the vivid depiction of my own demise. My toes clenched as the line of ghost pain traced from my chin down to my collarbone. This guy wanted me dead more than anyone else ever had—his words held so much weight to them that it made even my vision waver just from the fear the words induced.
He turned back around and set the knife back down; picking up a battery operated electric saw instead. He turned it on, listening to the mellifluous whir of it as if it were the harps of angels. He fiddled with something else on the table, and I took the opportunity as if were my last. I shifted onto my side, and lifted my right foot quickly and quietly toward where my hands were duct-tapped beside me. I was able to reach the zipper, and quickly unzipped my boot over the sound of the saw.
"You know what I do at the end of the day?" he turned back around, making me stop in the nick-of-time before he could see me.
"When another day goes by that I can't kill you, I coo myself into an easy slumber remembering the fun we had last time. My absolute favorite memory is of the one just under your navel; I think of that one in particularly when I'm jacking it—it's the one that always makes me cum gloriously." He chuckled.
This piece of shit made me shudder; he was the most despicable fucking creature in existence, and deserved a fate worse than death. Although my hate for him was above my hate for anyone else, my fear of him was just as great—if not greater.
"I'll tell you what though, Kiteyama; the fun that we're going to have right now will forever be my most treasured memory—even more than our last encounter," he held up a pair of pliers and showed his teeth in a toothy grin to me.
"I'm already hard just thinking about it."