Chapter 21

If you are experiencing the soreness of your worst nightmare

If no one will be available in assist and all hope seemingly lost in front of your eyes

What will you do...?

After juggling a bunch of keys in his hand searching for the right one, Akihiko opened the locked door to reveal a sleeping boy inside with his hands being chained upwards. The room reeked with dried urine and blood from the latter.

"Wake up." Akihiko mildly slapped the brunette's cheek, streaked with dried tears to wake him up.

Misaki at a snail's pace flickered his eyes open to the glimpse of the man that now he feared from top to bottom of his heart, no longer warming it with the man's usual kindness. The gentle Akihiko that he used to love before had distorted into an atrocious fiend, filling the glass of his life with pain and misery.

"How long... did I have been here...?" He spoke in a serene tenor as if it was a murmur. His dull and lifeless emerald eyes stared onto the novelist's charismatic amethyst eyes, as if they were beseeching for pity.

"Is that really important to you?" said Akihiko, unchaining Misaki and scooped him into his strong arms from the floor.

"I have to tell you a very good news that from now on you wouldn't need to attend school anymore." the silver-haired man whispered to the brunette while carrying him outside the room into the stairs.

"What...?" This suddenly irked Misaki for an unknown reason. "Get off me!" he hastily pushed Akihiko and fell from his grip. Unfortunately his action was done at an ill time – he fell and crashed down the stairs.

"You fool," Akihiko glared in disgust upon Misaki who was sprawling on the floor on top of his own pool of blood. "I thought that locking you up for several days would progress you a bit, but I was wrong."

The silver-haired man unbuckled his belt and violently thrashed the brunette's naked frame with it, further worsening his injuries. He ignored his painful groans... his blood splashes... and his dripping tears.

He yanked a handful of the brunette's hair and crashed his face onto the floor. "You wouldn't be having a taste of this if you had been obedient. Aren't you supposed to be my spouse, you little piece of shit."

"I'm..."

"What!? Are you trying to fight back against me!?" Akihiko mercilessly landed a powerful kick on Misaki's bloody head.

"I'm sorry..."

Without tending for his wounds first, Akihiko carried Misaki to the dining table and put him on a chair. He didn't let the brunette's hands free this time by cuffing them altogether. Confusingly, he tied a black cloth around Misaki's eyes, blindfolding him. The brunette was too scared to ask why, so he was locked in a dead silence.

"It's time for dinner now. So open your mouth and eat. Or else..." Akihiko slashed the brunette's cheek with a kitchen knife; blood slowly spewed out and flowed down his face.

"Aaah..." Misaki let out a yelp upon the pain he suddenly had. He submissively opened his mouth and the silver-haired man fed him with a disturbing feast – he forced him to eat various types of insects and worms.

Misaki was utterly clueless of everything that he had chewed; his tongue tasted a series of abnormal flavours and fell down his throat. He never had such an odd meal from the minute he had born.

"Now it's time for your desserts."

Akihiko stopped feeding him with insects; instead he shoved something large inside Misaki's mouth after a sound of a zipper being pulled downwards could be heard.

"Suck." He commanded.

The brunette had no choice but obeyed him. He sucked on it as if it was a straw connecting to a drink. Strangely enough, the item began to generate fluids that tasted like... cum.

The next morning, Akihiko was nowhere to be found while Misaki was alone by himself, weakly lying on the floor and unable to lift himself from the ground. His fragile frame was covered with nothing but blood. There was so much blood stuffed in his nose that he had to breathe through his mouth instead.

Picking a kitchen knife on the floor with his small hands trembling, he stared towards it with hope. He hesitantly moved the sharp knife onto his slender neck.

"If I do this... Would all the pain stop?"

~Omake~

Sasaki Naoto: More tortures, YAY~! XD I don't know whether my beloved readers will love them or not. I'm such a horrible person... Misaki was eating insects while I'm writing this while happily eating melon ice cream.

Shinobu: Not only Misaki are tortured, all four of us too by this psycho woman.

Sasaki Naoto: And I'm debating myself, should I make this fic like over 30 chapters long? That means more ideas and researches! O_O And should I end this before I'm going to boarding school? -_-" Urgh...

Hiroki: I think you should just delete this.

Sasaki Naoto: What!? No! D: Anyways, my beloved readers... To tell you all the truth the original idea of this story is not mine... It belongs to my unrelated-by-blood big sister, my beloved Haru-neechan aka Shuusetsu.

The boys: Who's that?

Sasaki Naoto: She's an awesome fanfic writer with awesome ideas and my senpai for being a sadist! I admire her soooo much... D/X Just check her SIH and JR fics, like Break Down and Other Side Of The Coin! I bet if she's the one who writes this story instead, it would be a better story than this one.

P.S. Anyone who reviewed this chapter will win a prize of the download link for JR act 33 from me, the English version of course...