Somewhere in the middle of the night, the boy beside her gasped into life, seemingly awakening after being knocked out cold. His breaths were heavy, his eyes wide and panicked. Where was this?! What was happening?! Before he blacked out, he... he was going to a club? Then... something grabbed him, and everything faded. His breaths were ragged, so much so that coughs started to erupt from his throat. Though, then he noticed in the darkness that there was a figure beside him, very close. Then he noted how sore his hand was, tried to move it, but groaned in pain at the pulling of the chains on skin. His wrist... it felt broken. He panted harder, his mind in a frenzy. He didn't know who was beside him, or if they were even alive, so he didn't dare touch them or try to speak... That, and the ability to make coherent statements, or even thoughts, had left him.

Ayumi couldn't find sleep. There were moments her panicked brain fuzzed out into an odd state that floated between consciousness and unconsciousness, but she always was snapped out of it by the faintest noise. She felt like an animal on alert, only able to get a couple minutes of rest before snapping its eyes back open to examine if its surroundings were still safe. The man wasn't here, so it was as safe as she could be, but she didn't know when he would come back. The only time she would guess her safety was during school hours. At the gasp from the boy, she snapped out of one of her dazed moments to look at him. Her heart thrummed painfully in her chest as she wondered how long he would live. The company didn't do much to lift her spirits. She wouldn't wish this situation upon anyone... "H... hello?" she asked quietly, unsure of what else to say but unwilling to keep silent.

The boy turned his head towards the person beside him when they spoke to him, somewhat relieved that he wasn't sitting next to a dead body, but he was still incredibly terrified. He swallowed thickly, trying to find his voice, because maybe talking to another live person may calm his nerves... At least, a little. "Uh... h-hey... Wh-who are you?" he asked in between heavy breaths, his chest heaving, but he was trying to slow himself down. Getting panicked wouldn't help him at all... He needed to be more sound of mind if he was even going to begin searching for a way out of this.

Ayumi could hear the terror in his voice. She wondered if she had the same emotion seeping from her voice as well. It would probably be odd if either of them didn't, considering the situation they found themselves in. "I'm Shinozaki Ayumi," she introduced herself. She was trying to make him out in the darkness, but it was difficult. There was no light but the moonlight outside. She could only imagine how dark this place would be on a dark moon... if she survived until then. "And... you are?" she asked quietly. Was it smart to get to know this person? She didn't know, but she certainly couldn't ignore him.

The boy paused, still in the process of slowing his breaths so he could talk easier. He didn't know this girl... but having someone around was more comforting than being completely alone. "I'm... Kirijo Asuka...," he answered, swallowing thickly again as his breaths evened and his chest relaxed. His mind couldn't think of something else to ask her, his thoughts consumed with finding a way out, and what would happen if he didn't in time...

Ayumi took a moment to consider the name, concluding it was definitely a stranger in front of her. After names were exchanged, she found herself falling into silence. Normal conversation was unacceptable in a situation like this. Schools, years, friends, and family... they weren't conversations that she could imagine they'd want to touch on. Then again, a talk about their actual situation wouldn't be much better. Ayumi wasn't so sure she wanted to explain the creepy, unsettling fact that this killer had assigned her the title of 'little sister.' There was nothing about any of this she wanted to talk about. She moved her wrist, cracking it as she tried to feel if her hand was small enough to slip through. No... the metal was rubbing her skin raw already. She looked over to where the chains were tied and locked with an uneasy frown.

Asuka took deep, calming breaths, eyes shifting around the place for any obvious way out. He glanced to the chains, and then to the lock. Then, he noticed only one hand was chained. His eyes went to and from his hand and the lock, suddenly shifting around nervously, as if in search of something. His back arched against the pole they were attached to so he could lift himself up. His wrist was moved, which earned a small grunt of pain, but he kept searching his back pockets. The hope that had infected him quickly drained from his eyes. He settled back down, his hand falling to the floor as doom settled in his mind. "My pocket knife... he took it..," he muttered, his tone empty as he saw his death was imminent. He couldn't pull himself free, slip out, nothing... The fear was still there, and growing, but his mind was more or less blanked with the terror of his approaching demise.

Ayumi heard him moving, so her gaze settled on him as he moved to search his own back pockets. Her brow furrowed in worry, her heart rising slightly in hope that maybe he had something that could get them out. Though, the hope was shot down before it could take real flight. "He confiscates everything," she said with a sad sigh. He even went the extra length to take her hair ties. Which, she would guess he'd be cautious of even the smallest possible way of escape. After all, his 'hobby' would be completely destroyed if he was ever caught.

Asuka fell silent, the true doom of their situation coming upon him. That man that kidnapped them... He seemed crafty, and left no outs for escape... He gulped, having more trouble keeping his breaths normal. "We're... we're doomed, aren't we?" he choked out, his mentality turning fatalist quickly after all other thoughts were exhausted. His limbs shook uncontrollably, his stomach making him more and more nauseous as he pictured those bodies on the news. They were mutilated... and now they'd be just like them...

Ayumi bit her cheek, the voicing aloud of their hopeless situation making her body begin to tremble again. It felt like it wasn't going to happen. The cops would come busting in, or they would think of some brilliant method of escape. but this wasn't any type of show or anime. The likelihood of that man doing what he wanted with them was higher than anything else. "I don't see... how we could escape...," she said in a roundabout way of agreeing with him. To declare 'yes, we're doomed' would never force itself out of her throat. She didn't want to give up completely, but all they could do was sit and wait. Escape was not an option.

Asuka went deathly quiet, just taking that as a yes, even if she hadn't phrased it that way. He wasn't ready to die... He wanted to experience so much more! This wasn't supposed to happen! He... had a date tomorrow with his long time girlfriend, it was their two year anniversary... They were supposed to have a family, grow old together... This couldn't be happening! His stage of fear went from silence to breaking down and beginning to choke out sobs, his shoulders shaking with each heavy breath. He didn't want to die! This wasn't fair!

Ayumi's jaw clenched as she heard Asuka breaking down in the otherwise silent room. It made it harder for her to keep herself together. The fear of death was crippling to the mind and body, especially given the fact that there was nothing that could prepare anyone for this situation. This wasn't cancer, there hadn't been a process of grief and accepting. This was a cruel man deciding to cut lives off on a whim. And what would happen tomorrow at school? Who would watch over her class if she wasn't around? Her friends... And right now, her family must be panicking. Her parents frantically calling her phone... probably in contact with the police. Everything was being ripped away for no good reason. Even if she was his... 'little sister'... he made it clear that once he had his fun with her, whatever that meant, she was going to die as well. Her process would drag out... would she have to watch this boy die? And how many more after him?

It was in the afternoon of the next day when the door clanked open, Yuuya coming in and shutting it behind him. He came towards the two, unlocking Asuka's chains and dragging him to sit further away, directly in front of Ayumi. Asuka was panicking and struggling, but Yuuya's grip didn't give. "So, little sister, are you ready to have some fun?" he asked with a curled smile, though no matter her answer, he would get started at the sound of her voice. He had brought some things with him... Just some random household items, but he'd reveal those later.

Daylight brought to light her awful anxieties once again. She wanted time to stop so desperately, the looming threat of the killer was overwhelming. When the door did open to have the man come in, she was worried she might be sick. It was like watching the last few grains of sand fall through the hourglass, although she knew his reappearance was just the beginning of something even worse than fear. She watched with a pained expression as Asuka was pulled in front of her. Her eyes darted up at the killer as he addressed her. The question was cruel, acting as if she really had any say in the matter. She couldn't just sit quietly and accept what would happen, though. "Please! Don't do this!" she begged him.

Yuuya smiled in amusement at her plea, glancing down at Asuka. "Why not? It's fun," he told her, moving his school bag from his shoulder and then going to the floor, picking up something he had brought much earlier. He pushed Asuka to the ground, then planted his foot firmly against his back, so he was unable to move. "Do you know what this is, little sister?" he asked, gesturing the item to turn her attention to it. It looked rather heavy, most likely a tool. "This is a bench vice... It's for holding wood in place while you saw or work on it... As it's name suggests, it's grip is rather... powerful," he explained, glancing to the device with a large smile, "Though... you probably know I'm not using it for wood..."

Ayumi wanted this cruel man dead... She wanted something to strike him down where he stands, but that wouldn't happen. It seems he wanted someone to witness his work or something. She could hardly begin to dissect his fucked up head. She watched him cautiously as he picked something up. Her eyes flickered to the tool, something that she wasn't familiar with but she could tell right away it was some type of clamp. His explanation and unsettling smile made bile rise in her throat. He was going to torture Asuka. "That's sick!" she gasped, looking at him in disgust. "You're sick! This isn't normal! You can't do this!" she was yelling, hatred boiling her stomach.

Yuuya just chuckled at her shouts, moving to push his knee into Asuka's back instead of his foot. He grabbed his wrist, planting the tool on the ground and fitting his hand into it. He winded it until Asuka groaned in pain, still holding his wrist in case he tried to pull it out. He looked up at Ayumi with a curled smile, his eyes narrowed. "Anything normal is boring... You shouldn't let the norm hold you back, little sister," he informed her with an intrigued tone, raising a brow at her. His hand was on the winder that tightened the clamp, but it was motionless for the most part.

Ayumi stared in horror as his hand was moved into the vice, her stomach twisting uneasily. She could only imagine what a state of mind Asuka was in. She felt like she was going insane, and her hand wasn't even the one being threatened. The killer was talking to her, waiting on winding it tighter. Again, a false sense of power... that if she could say the right thing that maybe he wouldn't clamp this stranger's bones and flesh into a muddied mess. Her eyes squeezed shut, just the idea of the imagery made her want to crawl inside herself and die. This was all so wrong. "There's a difference between skirting outside the lines and just being insane," she challenged him, something that was a little easier with her eyes shut. The second the words escaped, her brain froze in fear. She had to shut up. She shouldn't feed his sick need...

Yuuya, again, laughed with amusement. He loved her fear and disgust! It was absolutely entertaining. "The more out of the line, the more exciting life can be," he said with a slight purr, turning the winder slowly. It was a little difficult, but he was being sluggish to drag out his terror and pain. Asuka screamed as the pressure increased on his hand, feeling his knuckles start to crack as they were pressed together. He tried to thrash about and pull his hand out of danger, his actions becoming primal, but Yuuya had him securely pinned.

Ayumi's throat tightened up. The desire to debate his impeding on Asuka's autonomy to fulfill his own sick urges wasn't present. Her ability was taken from her at Asuka's screams. She couldn't tell if she was hearing his bone crack or if her mind was betraying her by creating such a sound in her head. This wasn't right! What the hell could they have done to deserve this? Wasn't their supposed to be some goddamn balance in the world!? Her eyes squeezed ever so tighter, her head beginning to ache from the pressure. Her head turned as she tried to block it out, but the scream bounced off the walls of the abandoned building with such force that she could never hope to ignore the primal noise. How could no one hear this? Were they so far from everything that it didn't matter?

The torture continued, until a much more defining crack sounded and echoed through the building. Blood poured from the crack of the tool, and as the plates pulled away, the mess that used to be Asuka's hand set in a bloody pool. Skin was still on it, but his bones were shattered and stuck through his hand in a smashed mess. Asuka was still gasping and crying in pain, but the screams of the initial agony had died down. At least, for now... "Hmm... that was fun... But your injured hand should be more so, hm?" he asked with a maniacal chime. He fully removed his hand, carelessly tossing it to the side. It landed in the blood with a sickening splat, along with a spike in Asuka's screams. Yuuya lifted the bench vice and placed it on the other side, holding his other hand in position. Asuka was shouting, desperately trying to get away, but each pull against Yuuya's grip made his voice grow in volume, his broken wrist being pulled into further injury.

'Don't look, don't look, don't look,' Ayumi mentally screamed at herself. She couldn't stop the sounds from piercing her ears and vibrating through her bones, but she could stop the image from being put in her head. She didn't have to see the exposed bone or pooling blood. She regretted every horror movie she had ever watched in that moment, the true scream of someone genuinely in pain and nearing death was so much more raw and horrifying than an actor could ever fake. She was sure the violence was worse as well, the blood coming from Asuka not being died syrup or whatever trick they used. This was all real. Tears slipped from her shut eyes, her breathing becoming ragged as everything inside of her trembled in fear.

Yuuya began working on his other hand, the sounds coming from Asuka seemingly even more raw than before. His body kept instinctively trying to pull his hand away from the pain, only causing his wrist more grief. Within thirty minutes, which had felt like an eternity to the boy in agony, both of his hands were destroyed beyond recognition. Yuuya made a small hum of disappointment, letting his hand drop to the side like junk. "It's too bad I have to be home early... I wish we could play some more, but I only have about thirty more minutes... I guess that's enough," he muttered, lifting Asuka's head by his hair and sliding the bench vice underneath him. His gasps and screams were filled with unadulterated terror and pain, his eyes squarely on the tool that was caked in his own blood. He resisted with all his might when Yuuya pushed his head down, but it was to no avail. He just wasn't strong enough. The plates tightened and held his neck in place, and Asuka felt like he was going to throw up with the unbearable queasiness in his stomach. Yuuya slowly winded the contraption shut, the cracks becoming louder, and Asuka's screams began to turn into more of a fit of coughing and gurgling. There was a final, grotesque CRACK of bone. Asuka's spine split, some bones stabbing into his esophagus. He threw up a last spurt of blood, some coughs pulling up more blood that splattered against Ayumi's leg, before his life gave out. The process had been slow to his death, as Yuuya had used every last second available to him.

Time passed by at a painful crawl for... well, however long the bastard had been at it. At no point did Ayumi get relief from the sickness constricting her insides. She wasn't even the one being tortured, but she could sympathize with Asuka to a painful degree. She'd be in his position at some point. Who knows how broken her state of mind will be. She tried to envision herself somewhere else, drowning out Asuka's ever-increasing screams with the sounds of waves crashing or idle chatter of schoolmates. Her imagination just couldn't beat the reality happening around her, though. She couldn't see what was happening. She was content being blind to the events. Although, the way Asuka's screams morphed into horrible gurgles and spluttering, she had to guess that something was happening to his throat. Then the cracks... followed by the horrible final snap. Her entire body flinched as if her neck had been shut between metal plates. There was a splash. Oh god, her leg was sprayed. She was going to puke. Her eyes snapped open at the wetness on her leg. She didn't mean for it to happen, they just snapped open. The blood and bones puddled onto the floor like a sick concoction. Her free hand moved to her mouth to try and suppress screams. Her mind was shut down to fear, the dead person in front of was someone she had talked to last night. She had seen him alive, and now he was dead. His neck crushed, his hands mashed to unidentifiable piles of skin, bone, and blood. Her stomach twisted, her mouth suddenly salivating an awful amount. She tried to bite it down, swallow it, but after a moment her body jerked as she vomited. At the very least she had been able to turn her head to avoid getting it all over herself. The lack of food and water in the past day had led to it not being very much, but the stomach acid burned on her tongue. The taste and smell of everything around her made her continue to gag, but her body had nothing to rid itself of.

Yuuya chuckled with satisfaction, lifting himself up to stand above the body. His eyes carefully watched Ayumi, her psychological torture only adding to his pleasure. There was something about seeing two different pains... that he really liked. He glanced down at the bleeding body, bending down to remove the crushed bits and pieces that used to be Asuka's neck from the bench vice. He stood again, grabbing Asuka's collar and lifting him from the floor. Blood poured from his neck, increasing the already large pool of blood that crept towards Ayumi. "Don't throw up too much, little sister... I can't bring food until tomorrow, so you better not waste what you already have," he advised her with a twisted grin, his eyes narrowed at her, "Last time you ate... was yesterday with that cute friend of yours, wasn't it? You should try to keep it down, so you can last until tomorrow." He dragged Asuka's body from the building, disappearing for some time. He came back to do some cleaning, for the next victim, but after that he was gone, bidding Ayumi farewell. The sun was still bright through the windows, lighting up the crimson stains that remained from the kill.

Ayumi couldn't understand how he could be so cavalier with Asuka's dead body. What was he going to do with it? She hoped he took it far away. She couldn't stand looking at it. His eyes... sightless and widened. She glared at the murderer as he advised her. It wasn't something she was choosing to do, her body just kept convulsing in disgust. The taste of vomit was heavy in her mouth. Oh god, she was going to have to live with this taste in her mouth? Her gagging cut into coughing, which still hurt her chest but was easier on her stomach. She grimaced as he mentioned her and... Mayu. He had been watching her? That was... really creepy. The observation of Mayu struck her with fear. This bastard was close to all her friends and classmates every day. None of them would know he was the reason for her sudden disappearance. The thought just made her even worse off. She just remained quiet as he thankfully at least cleaned. Although, she knew it wasn't for her sake. He probably liked a somewhat clean... ergh, 'work station.' Once she was alone for the night, she found her gaze focused on the stains. People... had a lot of blood in them. Would she bleed that much when he eventually cut through her skin? Would anyone ever find her body? Her eyes were dulled in pain, tears beginning to flow out of them. "I'm sorry, Asuka," she whispered into the empty room. She knew what it meant to be isolated in that moment. She leaned back against the pole, eyes glued on the spot Asuka's body had laid. She could do nothing... She was only an observer in this sick hobby.