Days Without Sun
Chapter Five: Broken
The darkness had broken Misaki at last.
Actually, it wasn't just the lack of light that had done this. True to his word, the "Doc" had not sexually assaulted him... yet. Still, Korovin devastated Misaki thoroughly enough in other ways: the madman had inflicted different horrors upon him by the most insidious means.
For example, on numerous occasions after the traumatized youth finally collapsed into sleep from exhaustion, Misaki would wake to find Korovin hidden in the darkness of his cell with him. Wearing night vision glasses, able to see but not be seen, sometimes the man let Misaki know of his presence as soon as his prisoner awoke. Other times he awakened Misaki himself by grabbing the youth, snatching him from his troubled dreams. Then sometimes, Misaki had been awake for hours, only to realize suddenly that he wasn't alone in the blackness.
Because of this, Misaki barely slept anymore and when he finally drifted, he would often start awake unexpectedly, his heart thundering in his chest, his breath catching, sure that his captor was in his cell, whether Korovin was actually there or not.
On the occasions the Doc entered Misaki's cell, often he overpowered his weakened captive and jabbed Misaki cruelly with injections of various substances. Some of these resulted in euphoria, others a deep sleep or immobility, and still others almost unendurable forms of pain.
In addition to these tortures, Misaki's already slender form had grown much sharper: when he still didn't relent and submit immediately, Korovin ensured that his feedings became much more sporadic.
Misaki had also not been allowed to bathe since he'd been captured. For someone who was as intent on cleanliness as he was, this had been, in itself, a terrible torment. To make things worse, Korovin not only controlled the light in the cell, but he also controlled the water and towards the end of his continued refusal to offer himself to his captor, the man turned off the flow to the cell's toilet so that trapped as he was, Misaki was also forced to endure the oppression of the increasing olfactory outrage of his own waste.
Misaki fought as hard as he could against all of these manipulations. He tried locking himself away in his mind, hiding in his imagination, dwelling on the past, trying to recall almost anything that would distract him from the state of constant stress and terror he was kept in. He thought of Usagi-san with almost every pained breath and when, at last, he realized that he could no longer hold out, Misaki had wept bitterly for hours.
Once Misaki surrendered and told his abductor that he would give him anything to end this unendurable nightmare, Korovin still continued to torment him.
Korovin did not take his offering immediately. Instead, he laughed and told Misaki he would ravish him at some point… soon. Having said this, until the Doc took action, with every moment that passed, Misaki's fear mounted. He wondered at each second when the madman would decide to collect on his part of their terrible bargain.
In the interim, however, Korovin had turned the water back on and had allowed him some measure of light in his cell.
What Misaki didn't realized was that one of the reasons for his captor's delay was that after such a prolonged time in the darkness, too much light, too quickly would badly damage his eyes. The twisted Doc therefore re-acclimated Misaki gradually, increasing the amount of light in his cell over a period of days.
Korovin wanted his new project to be able to see everything that he intended to do him.
Misaki had spent every minute of this interminable time waiting in anguish, hating himself for betraying Usagi-san: the man that he had realized in his deep contemplations was without a doubt now, his life and his love.
It had been his thoughts of Usagi-san that had enabled him to endure as long as he had.
The loyal youth had thought repeatedly he should tell Korovin that he'd changed his mind and was willing to return to his blindness. But then, Misaki inevitably turned his eyes to the small light burning in the protective wire cage on the ceiling above him and remembered the blackness and the things it contained.
His paling body would shake from the memory of this, while simultaneously he damned his cowardice and sobbed at what he felt was his abysmal failure.
Misaki had been incarcerated by the madman for almost three weeks now, but he didn't know that: he had lost all sense of time to the darkness. He felt as if he'd been being held for years.
Finally, Korovin called him out at last, hauling Misaki from his dimly lit cell, ready to finally take what the youth had inevitably offered.
Misaki stood; hands bound once more, trembling before his captor. It was the first time he'd been out of his room since his initial punishment when Korovin had cut him. After the sensory deprivation of his cell, everything outside it seemed overwhelming, too bright, too loud.
Misaki couldn't stop shaking.
"You are stronger than you look, Takahashi." Korovin leered, looking pleased with the naked, quaking youth in front of him, "I've never had anyone last longer than a week before and here you almost tripled that record. I am curious…What's your secret?"
Misaki dropped his head and remained silent.
"I asked you a question."
Hearing the hard edge slip into his tormentor's voice, Misaki knew he had to answer.
"I… I… I… d… don't know…" His own shaky voice was harsh from non-use, "J…just stubborn, I g... guess."
Usagi-san.
Misaki realized suddenly that he would truly rather die than confess the precious name his mind spoke without stutter. This knowledge was meant to be his alone. With this revelation, he understood now that he would allow the man towering over him to defile his body, but that didn't mean that Korovin could sully his heart. With this instant epiphany of the separateness of these things, his trembling subsided a bit.
It increased again, however, when Korovin barked out a harsh laugh. "Still so resistant, Takahashi?
"I think I'm going to like keeping you around for a bit.
"Alright, Taka-chan," Korovin sighed as though he was conceding. "I won't press you further at the moment." His wistful expression shifted into a malicious leer. "We have plenty of time for me to extract all of your secrets. Just know I will get it out of you." As soon as he'd said this, he grabbed Misaki's bound wrists and pulled the youth after him.
Misaki was perplexed as to why he wasn't blindfolded this time, but he knew better now than to question. Even confined in his cell, he had still managed to offend his abductor's complex code of conduct and each time there had been consequences.
While waiting for the youth to break, the Doc visited his punishments on the young man in his cell, binding Misaki with a blindfold, always making Misaki choose the next place that the blade or the belt would fall.
The worst part of it was, most often Korovin would not disclose a rule until after it had been broken and he was exacting its punishment. This system made Misaki afraid to do almost anything for fear of reprisal, which was just what his captor wanted. But despite his attempts to follow the madman's rules, Misaki's lean shoulders even now sported new scabs from his most recent infraction and his torso was covered with a number of red, raised, weeping welts and newly-healed pink scars.
Stumbling down the narrow hallway from his particular prison now, Misaki counted at least a dozen other thick steel doors like his, appearing at widely spaced intervals. It broke his sensitive heart to think that there might be someone like himself trapped behind every metal slab. This sense was compounded when the pair stopped at the last door.
Korovin keyed in a code and called in through the opening door in Portuguese. "Get out here, Jadir. I want you to prep Takahashi for his trip to my playroom."
A youth, slightly smaller than Misaki and a bit younger looking, shuffled brokenly out into the hall. The boy had warm caramel skin, jet black hair, and huge dark chocolate eyes that stayed fixed on the floor. Like Misaki, the teen was naked.
Misaki gasped when he saw Jadir's body. Seeing the boy's face, which was still un-touched made the horror twice as powerful: Jadir's slender form which must have once been quite beautiful was now completely covered with the graffiti of scars.
Misaki felt tears well in his eyes for the other youth's terrible suffering. He dropped his eyes, but when he did so, looking down, Misaki saw Jadir's hands were both missing fingers. He realized suddenly that it was one of these hands he'd grabbed through the food portal at the beginning of his captivity.
Korovin began pulling Misaki roughly again down the hall. Jadir followed silently behind. After a number of twists and turns down dimly lit corridors Akihiko's boy was thoroughly lost. Finally the Doc opened a door to another room and pushed Misaki in.
It was a long tiled enclosure with showers.
Pulling Misaki over to one of the faucets, Korovin stretched his captive's arms up over his matted dark brown head and he clipped Misaki's bound hands to a chain that hung down from the ceiling.
"Jadir, come," the Doc commanded, stepping away from Misaki. The scarred boy immediately moved to Korovin's side.
"Jadir is my oldest pet at the moment," the man intoned coolly in Japanese. "He's going to wash you and get you ready for our little play-date."
Misaki's chest hitched at the evil purr of his captor's words. He watched as Korovin put one of his big hands on Jadir's marked shoulders. Misaki could tell the other boy was doing his best not to cower away.
"Jadir knows all the rules now. Don't you, my sweet," the mad doctor crooned in Japanese, not caring that Jadir couldn't understand him. His free hand ruffled the silent boy's raven head.
Korovin's cold blue eyes stared intently at Misaki. "And he knows how to follow them."
The hand that was on Jadir's head slipped down to cup the boy's bowed chin. "Just so you don't get any ideas about being friendly or trying to get Jadir to help you try and escape, Takahashi, know that as your temporary keeper, any infraction of my rules will result not only in your punishment but Jadir will get it doubly."
Misaki's eyes widened and took on a sickened expression with the realization of the possible cause of many of the boy's scars.
"And, just in case you have any thoughts about reneging on our bargain, or any ideas of being less than cooperative once we commence. Allow me to show you what can happen."
Korovin moved his hand up a bit and held it out in front of Jadir's mouth. "Give daddy your teeth, Pet," he cooed, first in Japanese so Misaki could understand him and then in Portuguese.
Jadir shot Misaki only the briefest of glances before opening his mouth and pushing out two pairs of dentures out with his tongue into the awaiting hand.
"I made these myself." Korovin sounded incredibly proud.
"Jadir gave me a rather nasty nip when we were first getting acquainted. So, I removed his teeth… One by one, with a pair of pliers and no anesthetic." The Doc offered this as though he was discussing the weather.
"Open," Korovin ordered. He turned to Misaki and winked. "I will say, that now without those snappers, Jadir does give the most delightful blowjobs." Korovin chuckled.
Misaki watched the caramel-skinned youth open his mouth and the Doc replace Jadir's missing teeth. Korovin held his fingers out after doing this. Misaki felt his stomach clench and thought he might get sick witnessing the Jadir dutifully lick them clean.
Once Korovin felt satisfied his fingers had been properly attended, he instructed his senior captive before he left the room. "Bring him to me once you get him cleaned out and have washed that awful stench off him.
"Then I want you to clean out his cell after you've delivered him to me, Jadir." Once again Korovin said this in both languages so that the two teens understood. "You pair had better play nice and behave and don't forget… You never know when I am watching." Their captor smiled wickedly, nodding to a camera mounted high in one of the room's corners.
As soon as Korovin left, Misaki hung his head and started to sob.
He was surprised when a moment later he felt a kind, strange hand gently stroke his matted hair. Misaki raised his green eyes and stared into the other boy's haunted brown ones. He started to open his mouth, but then promptly shut it when he saw the other prisoner's terror when Jadir thought he might try to speak.
Misaki nodded through his tears to let Jadir know he understood.
Jadir nodded back sorrowfully, knowing all too well the horror and pain awaiting his master's newest plaything. Then the scarred boy turned the shower on.
Misaki wept harder, but this time at the relief of the warm water on his torn, filthy flesh.
Jadir's mutilated hands were infinitely tender as he prepared Misaki.
The spray of the shower hid both the boys' tears.
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