Testament 4: The White Room Incident
Silence fell between Minase and Takashiro, both of them reflecting on the horrors of the past. Looking at Minase's face, it was clear he had been in torment ever since. He had dark rings around his eyes and crows feet along their outer edges, his once healthy complexion seemingly lost and leaving him as a husk of the promising young man he once was. As she took a step towards him he backed up by a step in unison, terror hiding behind his tired eyes.
"I really am sorry that I haven't been by for a few months, life keeps me busier than normal,"
"It's not that…"
"I know, I just wanted you to know I am sorry for that. Minase…"
"Don't. I don't want ANYTHING to do with this…"
"I'm afraid that you don't have much of a choice Minase, now that Kitami has returned, your link to her is re-established,"
Curling up into a ball, he began to recall the events that led him to this prison in which he lived now, the thoughts causing him to tremble with fright.
In the aftermath of the infamous Walpurgisnacht, over the course of a week, Imari and Minase had finally become a couple. Appearing to have won the battle against evil, they celebrated with some intimate time to consummate their newly blossoming relationship, over and over again.
"Minase! Minase!" Imari screamed as Minase ravaged her from behind, his large member tearing into her rear hole like the hell rny teenagers they were. Moans and groans filled Minase's room being accompanied by the clapping of flesh as they collided in a depraved rhythm.
"I'm cumming Imari!"
"Cum Minase! Fill up my ass!"
Hunching forward, Minase clasped Imari's throat, forcing her head back and to the side so that he could lock his lips with hers, a screams exploding in their mouths as Minase began to twitch and shake, his thick, hot semen pumping inside of her, both of them now entrapped in their blissful climax. Their tongues danced with one another, their breathing heavy from their savage communion of love and lust. Minase rolled over on his side slowly, pulling Imari with him as he lovingly wrapped his arms around her waist, giving it a small squeeze.
"That felt amazing…I underestimated how good it feels being done in the butt like that,"
"I think it's because you're doing it with someone you actually love,"
"Hehe, where'd that come from? You've never been that sweet to me,"
"Things change when you find someone you really want to spend your life with I guess,"
"That is sooooo cheesy, but I love it like I love you,"
"I love you too Imari,"
Imari turned, rolling Minase onto his back before crawling over top of him, hugging around his neck before planting her moist lips against his own. This is how it had been for days, only stopping to nourish their bodies and sleep between their aggressively intimate exchanges.
"Hey, I need to go out and get some things so I can cook us some dinner later. I think you should get some rest,"
"I'm good to come with you if you want,"
"Nope! You need rest, besides I think a little space between would be good for us,"
Mmf...fine. Be careful out there OK?"
"I will, I love you Minase,"
"I love you too Imari,"
The moment Imari left the room to head towards the shower, Minase felt incredibly woozy, his eyes fluttering open and close until being taken by the sweet, comforting embrace of darkness. Suddenly, his head was filled with an endless, guttural scream, Imari shrieking for Minase as if burning in the pits of hell.
"IMARI!" Minase cried out, his eyes shooting wide open as he quickly sat up in his bed and reached out for dear life. He was drenched with sweat, the sun now missing from the sky, being replaced by the moon. Looking over at his clock, he was shocked to find 8 hours had passed, his house filled with an eerie silence. He pulled out his cell phone, immediately messaging her to make sure she was OK. After 10 minutes without a reply, Minase found himself urged to find her.
Without saying a word he immediately rolled out, quickly throwing on some clothes. An eerie, empty feeling filled his heart, panic overtaking his nerves as he rushed down the stairs and slipped on his shoes, barreling out the door.
Despite having no idea where to begin to find her, he found something in his soul pulling him towards an unknown destination. It was like he was possessed, something deep inside of him directing him towards his destination with a sliver of doubt. He felt a cold chill crawl down his spine as he recognized the building coming into view. It was the apartment complex where Takashiro was tortured, the memory of it striking Minase's head like a hammer as he stopped to catch his breath.
"What the hell…why was I lead here?
A veil of dark despair draped over his body as he approached, its feeling growing more intense with every step towards the apartment door. His heart began to race, sweating pouring down his head as he attempted to open the door.
"Locked huh…"
Stepping back, Minase recalled a spell he had learned that allows control on a mechanism. Closing his eyes, he held his hand towards the door, sighing before reciting the spell.
"Minor daemon, aperi ianuam,"
The door knob mechanism glowed a dark shade of violet for a moment before letting a sudden click, signaling it had been unlocked. Grabbing the handle caused a shock to quickly jolt through his body, causing him to flinch before opening the door slowly. Immediately heard carnal sounds of lust, fits of sadistic laughter joining in as he approached. Stooping down to tip toe, he slowly walked along the wall that led to the main room. An ice cold sweat drenched his body as he took a small peek, immediately wishing that he hadn't.
Before him was Imari, Saeki and a girl he'd never seen before; Saeki had a dark, perverse smile on her face as she held the head of the strange girl who was kneeling before Imari. Imari cackled as Saeki forced the girl to suck her massive cock, the sight causing Minase's eyes to widen larger than ever before.
"N-No…no, no, no, she's dead! Kitami is dead! She can't…no…I guess we were too late…"
Tears began rolling down Minase's cheeks, coming to the realization that Imari had perished by his own hands. A group of robed followers were changing and holding candles in the dimly lit room, a magical circle beneath them dimly glowing as the forceful act took place. Saeki laughed along with Imari as she forced the girl's mouth all the way down Imari's shaft, Imari grabbing her hair and letting out a lustful cry as she started dumping her hot nectar down the girl's throat, her eyes rolling back as she forcibly swallowed it all down.
"Kitami's still alive…I have to let Takashiro know…God damn it!"
Slowly backing out, he quietly shut the door behind him, his heart ache with intense pain as he pulled out his cell and dialed up Takashiro, slowly getting away from the cursed complex. After a few rings the line clicked, establishing the connection.
"Hello?"
The soft sound of Takashiro's voice instilled him with a small dose of relaxation, allowing him to let words escape his throat.
"Ms. Takashiro…"
"Minase? Are you OK?"
"No, no I'm not OK,"
"What's wrong?"
"Imari…we…failed her Ms. Takashiro, Kitami's soul, successfully transferred to Imari…"
"Are you sure Minase? From what I saw you guys were all lovey dovey and happy,"
"I found Imari in that old apartment complex where you were tortured…she was surrounded by followers as a girl was sucking her dick she had grown. There's no doubt in my mind…Kitami's still with us,"
Takashiro heard sobs and sighs from the other side of the line, a frown falling upon her face as she heard Minase begin to lose it.
"I'm sorry Minase…leave and go to the convenience store near there and I'll pick you up, OK?"
Silence came from the other side, leaving Takashiro with an uneasy expression.
"Minase? Hello?"
The phone call died, causing Takashiro to be filled with dread, fearing the worst. On the other end Minase was paralyzed, entranced by Imari's evil glowing eyes. She let out a giggle as Minase's consciousness slipped away, all of his anxieties slipping away into nothingness.
In the blink of an eye Minase stirred awake in his bed, his head pounding with agonizing pain. The memory of the scene he had seen grew fuzzy, being lost in a haze as Minase held his head.
"Damn it, this pain is killing me…I guess I just sweated out last night…"
His phone began to ring on his night stand; picking it up and opening it, he found a familiar voice on the other end.
"Minase! Are you OK!?"
"Ms. Takashiro…?"
"I've been so worried! You just vanished last night! I thought you had been found out!"
"Ms. Takashiro, calm down and lower your volume, I've got a bitch of a headache…what are you talking about?"
"You called me earlier about how Imari was actually Kitami because we failed to cast the spell in time,"
"What…? That's ridiculous…Imari just went to the grocery store to get stuff for dinner and she's seemed perfectly normal,"
Takashiro went cold as she started to piece the incident together. Taking a deep breath and letting out a shaky sigh, Takashiro recomposed herself.
"I see…you must've called after having a nightmare or something. I'm just glad you're OK, enjoy your evening,"
"Thanks, see you at school Ms. Takashiro,"
"Minase! Dinner's ready!" Imari shouted from downstairs. Minase shook off all the confusion, putting on a smile before rolling out of bed.
Their dinner went as it normally did, Imari, Minase and his sister all sat at the table, enjoying each other's company and conversing among themselves. For the most part, each day was like a dream.
During his sleep however, he was starting to be tormented by night terrors, each night proving worse than the last. Horrors of the past began blending with modern events, any semblance of a pleasant dream becoming tarnished and corrupted. During this loop of joy and dread, Takashiro took it upon herself to check in Minase's stead, knowing well that Kitami was manipulating his life. She knew that she'd have to force Minase to see the truth, it was a matter of finding the right time.
A week passed…Minase began seeing things as they went by; he'd occasionally see Kitami, staring at him from the corner of the room, glowing eyes staring at him and even images of Imari, her complexion deteriorating as she cried. Auditory hallucinations causing him to hear deathly screams and sounds of unhinged lust, in short, he felt he was going insane. Whenever he was around Imari, all the horrific imagery and sounds would simply vanish but the moment she was away, the horrors would return. Unable to take anymore, Minase decided to finally confide in his beloved teacher, the only person besides Imari that he could trust. Reaching her office knocked on her office door.
"Ms. Takashiro?"
"Hi Minase, how can I help you?"
Minase immediately sat in a chair by the door, putting his face in his hands as he balanced his elbows on his legs.
"I…think I'm losing it…I keep seeing and hearing shit…and my nightmares are getting progressively worse. I'm only at peace when I'm with Minari…I can't stand to be away from her now,"
"Minase, look at me,"
Slowly, he turned his eyes to hers, their weary demeanor doing their best to maintain eye contact. Takashiro began chanting, his body shaking as he saw a thick, black miasma of gas form from behind her. He tried to rush out of his seat, but Takashiro pinned his head to the wall by his throat, magic symbols encasing her palm as she put it to his face.
"Depelle malum,"
Minase let out a shout as the disembodied sounds dissipated and the dark miasma vanished.
"Prepare yourself Minase, this is going to rough,"
"The screams are gone, oh thank…WHAT?!"
Minase immediately clutched his head as the reality that was hidden away from him became crystal clear.
"Oh God…the night terrors were real! Each and every time I caught Kitami red handed and she'd just wipe it from my mind! What rotten hell have I been living in?!"
"Minase calm down!"
"And I disrespected Imari's cold, dead soul! I ignored her screams trying to tell me I was living a lie! I killed Imari!"
"MINASE!"
Takashiro's authoritative cause Minase so go silent as he rose up from his chair, no longer in pain, his eyes were now filled with dark, murderous intent.
"Stop Minase, or I'll force you to,"
Minase stopped, turning to glare into Takashiro's gaze and into her soul.
"Diaboli murus!"
Takashiro tried to charge at Minase but was suddenly stopped like running face first into a wall. Takashiro's eyes opened wide as she banged on the magical barrier, screaming for Minase to stop but her voice fell silent on the other side.
Minase was like a man possessed as he walked into the art room, his eyes dimly glowing a faint blood red as he grabbed a steel pallet knife from his easel, immediately pocketing it before returning to the hall.
For what seemed like hours, Takashiro tried to break down the barrier using magic, the clash of willpower easily wearing down Takashiro's concentration. Finally, after mustering up all her magical energy she was finally able to break the barrier with the sound of shattering glass. Suddenly, screams and shouts came from down the hall.
"Oh no…" Takashiro began running as fast as she could down the hall, fears for the worst fueling her efforts with every rushed step. The sound of Minase's yelling could be heard burst over and over again for the gasps and screams of the mob of students surrounding.
"OUT IF THE WAY STUDENTS!" Takashiro yelled, the students making a path. She stared in horror and covered her mouth as she witnessed the gruesome sight. It was a pool of blood, splashes of blood drenching Minase's clothes as he drove the pallet knife into Imari's pale body, stabbing it over and over again and screaming like a depraved lunatic.
"MINASE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! STOP!"
Takashiro grabbed Minase by the wrist, fighting against his thrashing body movements before plucking the pallet knife from his hand. Looking the body over, there were easily over 10 stab wounds all over her upper body. Although she knew it was Kitami in Imari's body, it didn't dull the sight of Imari's body being brutally maimed.
"YOU GODDAMN WITCH! YOU KILLED HER AND RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE!"
Minase fought hard against Takashiro as she tried to hold him back, several students moving in to contain Minase and wrestle him to the ground. After the incident, due to his maniacal claims, he was admitted into the local mental health clinic under strict conditions.
After nearly a week Minase felt his homicidal rage for his old mistress, convinced that he had finally rid the world of Reika Kitami, allowing him to try and return to normal, but that hope soon fizzled out.
"Patient 2069, you have a visitor,"
Minase, stuck in a straight jacket in the safety of his white, padded room, looked up to see a few restraint staff come in.
"Who the hell is visiting me?"
Once all contained they stepped out, leaving Minase alone to agonizingly ponder what was to come. What he saw next made his soul drop dead, his eyes catatonic as Imari, alive and well, came walking through the door. This was the final straw that broke Minase; he didn't budge, didn't glare at her with furious anger, he simply sat there, appearing lifeless as he blankly stared at the one person to ruin his life in such an epic fashion.
"Hi Minase, how are ya?"
An actor's smile curled on her lips as she savored the sight of Minase's complete destruction, slowly approaching the poor boy. Unable to move, all Minase could do was tremble with fear, Imari licking her lips seductively as she stooped down to his level.
"You know, I did really like you. Why else would I go out of the way to make your life feel perfect? I guess it doesn't matter now though huh…oh well! Hehe, you know, the whole crazy mental patient look really suits you,"
Kitami let out a low giggle, as she pushed herself onto Minase, his head shaking in defiance until Imari clasped his cheeks with her hands, kissing him lovingly. Tears fell down his cheeks as she invaded his mouth with her tongue, refusing to share the moment willingly.
"The taste of despair on your lips is truly intoxicating Minase...it's such a waste that you're probably going to rot in here,"
Standing back up, she simply walked away, casting Minase aside like an old, broken toy before the door closed behind her.
"Not again…"
"I remember how destroyed you were last time, I don't want to see that happen again. I also know that as long as she exists, your demon tortures you and we can't have that,"
"But…why me?"
"Minase, I'm far too weak to combat her now. I still have powers, but I would easily be put down. You, however, your power comes from Kitami herself. It has only grown stronger instead of wasting away,"
"B-But…"
"Minase…come here…"
Takashiro slowly approached Minase, moving to her knees in front of him to look him at eye level. She then held her arms open to him, smiling, proving to be both warm and inviting. Looking into her eyes, his tears began flowing freely, trying to hold himself back before ultimately breaking. Takashiro moved forward and wrapped her arms around him, his shaking growing worse before finally letting go.
An eruption of pain and anguish blasted out from his mouth as Takashiro held his head to his chest. His screams were mortifying; uncontrollable cries of pure torment all being let out at once as his tears began drenching her blouse. Petting the back of his head, Takashiro lightly rocked back and forth like comforting a child. Just when she thought he was reaching the end he'd explode again, his yells clearly abusing his vocal chords.
"That's it…let it all out, I know you had so much bottled up,"
Nearly an hour passed before Minase could recover enough to properly converse, his voice now scratchy and hurt from his release of horror. Takashiro found herself wiping away his tears and snot like a mother, humming softly to try and ease her former student's suffering.
"Are you feeling a little better now?"
"Yeah…I'm sorry that I lost control of everything there,"
"It's perfectly reasonable Minase, you have no reason to apologize dear,"
"So…do you have any kind of plan on how to get to Kitami or even end her reign of terror?
"There is a potential solution to both of those, but they're both high class rituals. I have copied documents of them Incase of an emergency, but I don't want you to fall down that hole again,"
"Ms. Takashiro…if it means forever ending the nightmare, there is no cost nor risk too high. It can't be worse than suffering in here for over a decade because I'll be making a difference,"
Takashiro frowned, her eyes growing hollow as she reached up to press her hand to his cheek.
"Even if it costs you my life as well as others…?"
"Why...would it kill you?"
"Minase…these rituals will be costing you what it cost Kitami…it's the only way to give you a fair chance,"
"I guess the real question is do you want to give up your life for just a mere chance? I don't want to do it…but if you feel it's the only way, I'll carry you with me to the end of all this,"
"I'm destined to perish in such a way Minase…I brought all these horrors here in the first place, it's only fitting that I give up my mortal coil to end it. I only ask one silly thing of you,"
"Silly? What's that?"
Takashiro's cheeks grew a light shade of rose, a girlish smile curling on her lips.
"Before I leave this world…I…want to make love one last time. I know it sounds silly, especially since I took a vow of celibacy, but I'm still a woman with needs that I want to see to,"
Minase stared blankly for a moment, his brain processing the request as he cocked his eyebrows.
"Are…you serious Ms. Takashiro? Is that really something you should be asking of a former student?"
The two of them shared a small laugh, the question coming out of nowhere and clearing the tension in the room.
"I know, it's SO scandalous haha, but in all seriousness, will you Minase? Even though I'm an old woman now?"
Minase inches towards her on his knees, leaning forward to softly kiss her on her lips, closing his eyes as he took in the feeling he had missed for so long.
"I haven't had any form of sexual stimulation since I've been in this place Ms. Takashiro, despite my trauma, my hormones have been raging a bit over the years to put it lightly. So yeah…I'll gladly take you up on that,"
"You can stop calling me Ms. Takashiro you goof, we're both adults now,"
"Hehe, alright, Hiroko,"
"Thank you, Taki,"
"That sounds a bit too strange, let's just stay with Minase,"
"Fine, fine, Minase,"
Laughing once again, they took in the pleasant tone of the moment; it was like walking a line between the past and future, a final time to enjoy the now before encroaching on the doorstep to hell.
"So how are we going to get me out of here? I'm pretty sure they're convinced I'm a permanent resident,"
"I'll take care of that, wait right here for me,"
Takashiro planted a small kiss on Minase's forehead before leaving the room with a confident stride. Minase knew that these sudden, warm emotions weren't going to last, that the torment would begin again I'm time, however, he was ready to ride this wave of positive energy all the way back to shore. It was quite some time before Takashiro returned.
"Alright, let's get you out of that jacket,"
Laying down a bag of his possessions at the door, Takashiro revealed a key to undo the restraints, helping him out of it after a few minutes.
"Go ahead and get dressed while I finish the last little bit,"
Confused, he opened up the air right sealed bag.
"Was I seriously admitted while I was wearing my old school uniform? Jeez…I really did need to go shopping for clothes,"
As he slid on his old attire, he found the collar and cuffs to be a bit suffocating since he had grown since. Unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt and sleeves gave him a sense of growth, almost like being reborn. Stepping out to meet Takashiro, he noticed that none of the staff seemed to acknowledge his existence, like he was just some random person walking around.
"What did you do to them, Hiroko?"
"Like I said, I still have some power,"
"That's not the behavior of a grown up you know,"
"I guess being around you is making me feel young again,"
They laughed right out the door, a new hope blowing through the autumn air to which Minase took a large breath of. Stopping for a moment to stretch his arms and look to the skies, it was like reaching for a happy ending. As they walked away, Minase turned to give it one final gaze. A half smile formed upon his face before turning his back on it for good. If there was one thing he wanted, it was to never return to that hellish, bright white room ever again.
To Be Continued…