DanganRonpa:

I'll Dance On Your Grave 2

Chapter 7

Hajime's P.O.V:

How long had it been?

When I opened my eyes again, I noticed that I was completely alone down here. I winced as I started to raise my head. Upon closer inspection I noticed quite a few burn marks located all up my exposed body. I coughed, and watched as blood shot upwards, before landing on my face. What happened? Was I beaten? I could hardly remember what happened before I woke up.

"Urgh, that woman." I mumbled to myself. The last thing I remember, was a grey haired woman coming down here with those monsters. What happened after that was a blur, but one thing I did know, was that I was seriously sore.

Christ was I sore. Every time my heart beat, my penis also throbbed in pain. Upon quick inspection, I could see burn marks on it as well. Was I possibly burnt? Or maybe, electrocuted? Those seem like the only possible explanations for why I was burnt all over. My stomach and arms were both throbbing in pain as well, so it had to have been done one by one.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get up to check myself. I was still handcuffed and my movement was limited like crazy. Little by little, I could feel my sanity start to slip away. Just once, would I like to see the outside air, and escape from this hellish nightmare.

Rising up as much as my binds would let me, I looked around, and tried to get a bearing. Yea, I remembered the dark, dank basement I was trapped in. But was everyone else still upstairs? Perhaps they were finally giving me a break? That seemed unlikely. Nevertheless, I was alone, and needed to make use of it.

My hands were numb from sleeping on them funny, so I did my best to get up into a sitting position; I was tired of lying on my back, and wanted to sit down for a change! I managed to wiggle upwards, and get into a sitting upright position. Like that, I could started pulling at my cuffs with more leverage.

"Come on. There's got to be a weak spot in these goddamn things." I told to myself as I started pulling, and eventually grinding the cuffs against the pole. Maybe I could grind them like a file, and whittle them down? I've never actually tried doing that myself, but it was better than sitting here, waiting for possible death.

Scrape! Scrape! The sound of metal on metal grinding each other echoed out as I moved my hands back and forth across them. Even though I succeeded in moving them back and forth, I had a lingering thought in the back of my mind that this would never work; there was no way that these monsters would allow me to wear worn down handcuffs like this. That would've been too easy.

"Ugh. Damnit. Why couldn't they leave a sharp rock down here or something?" I asked aloud as I continued my scraping for a couple of minutes. I could easily tell that this wasn't doing anything, but the sound of metal was keeping me company; it was better than sitting there in the darkness after all.

Quickly afterwards, to my shock, I quickly heard footsteps in tune with my scraping. Quickly stopping my back and forth hand motions, I sat there frozen as I watched the same small door open up. And I felt my body tense up as I realized who it was.

"Hey.."

The voice of Chiaki rang out as I watched her approach me. The same monotonous look was polluting her face as she slowly approached me. Oh dear god; I may not have remembered what happened in the past hour or so, but I definitely remembered who the hell she was. God damnit, why in the hell did I let her entice me into going with her?!

"No... stay away..." I told her, trying to back up. Of course, that was a failure since there was kind of a metal pole behind me. So I watched in terror as she started making slow steps towards me. Whatever she had to say, I absolutely wasn't interested in listening to.

"It's ok. I just wanted to ask a question." She told me, her voice still not showing a single ounce of emotion. How in the absolute hell was she able to do that? Well ok, I may have already asked that question, but I had a point. She quickly made her way over to my mattress, and kneeled down in front of me.

"I don't care what you have to say! Get away from me damnit." I told her. A quick moment flashed into my mind; I could easily give her a quick kick to her stomach, and make her back up. But then I realized that that would've been an atrocious idea. All she'd have to do is go back upstairs and say that I got violent with her. They could all rally down here, and then...

It was too much for me to think about. That didn't deter her though, she started crawling towards me, a curious look on her face as she done so. With nowhere to back up to, I quickly turned my face away, as she brought hers close to mine.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, look at me." She told me, her voice quieter than what it normally was when she greeted me. I flinched like crazy as I felt her cold hands place themselves on my face. The absolute last thing I wanted at the moment was to feel her putrid hands on my face.

"Stop. Get your hands away from me." I told her, and quickly jerked my head away from her. I didn't believe her; there was no fucking way I was just gonna say; "Oh you're not gonna hurt me? Oh good! You're the absolute only person who has said that to me!" I wasn't a total idiot, and I made sure to let her know.

"Hey hey, settle down now." She told me. What happened next I should've seen coming. I let out a yelp as I felt her weight pin me to the cushion below me. So now she was sitting on me, still attempting to hold my face in her hands. And at this point I was starting to panic and hyperventilate again.

"No! No no no! Get off of me!" I started begging her as I shook my head back and forth. Since I was deprived of food and energy, the most I could do was wiggle my body slightly underneath her. For a small looking girl, she didn't look heavy either. But then again, that saying "Don't judge a book by a cover" was fairly accurate here.

"Hmmm, pull at the waist, and..." She started mumbling underneath her breath. At first I thought I could push her off by bending my head down, and pushing into her chest. And it almost seemed to work! However, I quickly felt her legs lock tightly around me, trapping me against her soft body.

"Stop... Stop..." I told her over and over again. Hell, I wasn't even sure why I was saying it; none of these crazies ever actually stopped did they? I said stop twice, before finally turning my head away. What was the point? I'd keep quiet as I let her have her way.

"Ok, I'm gonna go ahead and do this." She told me. She reached down for my penis, and as she done so, I felt a sharp spike of pain shoot through my body.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed in pain as her hand grasped the tip of it. I had no recollection of what happened, but my genitals were extremely sore. Sore to the point that it was throbbing in slight pain before Chiaki even arrived. Did she do something to me? No no, that couldn't have been it. "It hurts..." I told her.

"Hey, don't lie now. I only touched it." She told me, raising yet another eyebrow of hers. She didn't believe me? Did the reaction I just give not tip her off any? "I just wanna do it once."

Even though I felt the urge to cry, no tears would form in my eyes. I guess it was my body's way of saying that it had had enough. No more tears would be shed. That was enough. And as much as I didn't want to, I sat there and watched as Chiaki readjusted herself on me. I gritted my teeth as unending pain seared through my body. With a carefree smile, my teeth quickly let go, as she slowly...slowly came down on me, cause waves and waves of nauseating pain to shift through me.

"Stop stop! It's sore! It's really sore!" I told her over and over as her walls of flesh started to squeeze down hard on me. It was like being gripped by an extremely strong hand, and it was coated in acid or something. I don't know. Either way, it was extremely painful. "Help! Stop!" I started to scream and flail about. But her legs were locked on too tight. So I only succeeded in pushing up into her even more, which hurt more than I could imagine.

"Hey hey, too rough." She told me. I heard a few grunts coming from her, but at that point, I didn't care, Again, I wanted to cry, but only because of the pain. This combination of sensitivity and pain was enough to drive any man crazy. I looked up, and noticed that Chiaki was looking right over my shoulder at something. Her arms were stretched out as well. What in the hell was she doing?

"It hurts! It really does!" I kept complaining as she sat there, motionless on top of my restrained body. Even though pain was the dominant feeling, I couldn't help but feel a slight explosion of pleasure burst up as well. And she wasn't even doing anything but sitting atop me! Behind me however, I could hear the faint clicking of buttons.

"..." Chiaki said nothing as she sat there. Turning my head ever so slightly, I watched, and realized that she was playing a fucking video game! What kind of sick joke was this supposed to be? Shaking my head back and forth, I tried to stand up, and get her off of me.

"No more... stop." I told her. In response to that, she gave me a quick squeeze with her slick, smooth insides, causing me to yelp out once more. "Agh! P-Please!" I begged her, but her attention was towards her video game. When she started to slowly rock back and forth, an agonizingly dull pain started to build up. Almost like someone pushing a push pin into you. Except, they were doing it one at a time.

"I'm coming, enough..." I tell her, my inner strength nearly gone at this point. I couldn't resist or even attempt to hold back my orgasm, it was approaching too fast. My words seemed to have caused a reaction in her, though. Because the sound of clicking buttons faded as she continued her slow movements.

"Wow, that was fast..." She told me. Surrendering to her, I let out a sigh as I shot over the edge, and ejaculated inside of her. Little did I know, that the sudden feeling of my penis pulsing would amplify the pain thricefold. So, as I came, I bit down on my lip so hard, I quickly tasted copper in my mouth. Which was only slightly better than the taste of dry throat.

"Huh, there's not much..." Chiaki said, as she quickly rose up, and placed her hand underneath herself. Sure enough, very little semen dripped down her legs. I wasn't surprised though; I had very little to drink, and eat, so coming so little, didn't come as a shock. "Did you do this on purpose? Everyone else was saying how much you let out... this isn't much at all."

"What are you talking about? I can't control how much I... You know!" I told her. What, did she expect me to offer up a fountain of semen or something after all of this? Well, to say that all of these women were crazy wouldn't be an understatement.

"Hrmmm, we should do it again! It's not fair to me." She told me, a determined look on her face. Oh no, I couldn't go another round with her! The first time was painful enough. "Pick yourself up, we're going again."

Right as she was about to straddle me again, a loud Boom! echoed through the cold air. Chiaki quickly turned towards the door, as the figure of Junko came down. Like that, Chiaki quickly stepped aside as Junko walked down towards me. The sound of her heels colliding with the ground filled up the silence in the air as she approached my downed form. What in the world was she doing here? Whatever it was, it absolutely couldn't have been good.

"Did you?" Junko started to ask. Judging by the way she sniffed the air, she could easily tell something was amiss here.

"Uh, yes." Chiaki responded. Like that, she quickly dusted off her skirt for whatever dust, or dirt was on it. Of course, I had no idea what they were talking about, but if I had to assume, I'm guessing Junko asked if she had violated me.

"Upstairs." Junko pointed to the stairs with her left hand, motioning for the other girl to leave. She said nothing more, as she made her way out of the room. Like that, it was just me and her left alone in here.

"Hmmm." Junko sighed, as she inspected my body from afar. I don't blame her; I wouldn't want to get near me, either. I looked like a wreck. Bruises covering my body, burn marks everywhere... a bleeding lip. I looked as if I gotten into a fight with an electrical fence. But that's clearly not what happened.

"Hey!"

Bam! I didn't see it coming. Out of a nowhere, something hard quickly struck my right cheek, causing my vision to fade for just a few moments. I didn't expect her to kick me so abruptly, so when she did, it was almost enough to knock me unconscious.

"Ack!" I gasped as the air left me. I turned my body away from the impact, and attempted to hide my injured face away from the air, lest I be kicked again. I found out immediately, that steady streams of blood started to leave my mouth. Her kick must've done more damage than I had initially realized.

"Hey." She said again as she walked around me. She clearly wanted to see my face, but I was too weak to comply. After a few seconds of her looking down at me, she bent down, and grabbed my legs, causing me to yelp in surprise, and shiver as her cold hands twisted my body back, so that I was looking straight up at her.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't even do you if you were the last man on Earth right now." She taunted. Was that supposed to make me feel better? Was I supposed to care? Because she failed in both aspects. "You look disgusting, like a homeless person on the street." She bent down, and her normal calm face, changed into one of disgust. Almost as if she were looking at trash. "You should see yourself now. You're not hot shit now, are you?"

For some reason, I felt irritation and anger at her. She was the reason I was back in this mess, she's the reason why I'm here now, and not back home or something. SHE has the audacity to mock me as if I were less than a human. So, without thinking, I reached up as high as my handcuff restraints would let me, and slapped her with all of my might! Well, not so much a slap, rather, than a light pat across her face. She can go straight to hell, she's the one who should be treated like trash.

A look of sheer surprise crossed her face as I started whimpering again. I didn't expect to see that, I expected a look of anger to follow my face pat. But what she said next, chilled me to my bones.

"You want to touch me? You of all people? Good. That's good." She told me, a smile crossing her face. I instantly regretted my act of defiance. Why'd I even think that was a good idea? She lowered her head closer to mine and followed up her words with; "Then, I'll touch you too."

With that, she straddled my chest, brought her fist up as high as it could go, and quickly brought it down on my face.

Thud! The sound of her fist punching into my face caused even more searing pain to shoot through my body. I was in no position to defend myself. No position to run, either. I could only cry out in pain as she rose her fist up into the air again, and brought it down on my face.

"Agh...!" I let out a small pained voice as she punched me again. I didn't even have time to watch her raise her fist up for a third time. Because at that point, I quickly fell into the world of unconscious, and soon enough, away from her painful punches.