CHAPTER FIVE
"Methods"
Through the adjacent curtain, Light was yet again taken down another corridor. But he could have walked if they let him. Even if he tried to escape, he had no where to go. And he would have been easily captured. But he guessed still secured to the chair any insurrection was avoided.
Restrained in the chair, he could hear screams behind a series of closed doors as he passed them. An image of an insane asylum with its locked doors and screaming patients came to mind. He could hear blood-curdling screams and cries from those within some of the rooms, being tortured, soon acquainting to their torturer's demands. He heard both men and women. Obviously, this place was the torture den for the Dragon Sect.
"Stop!" Light heard one male scream. "I'll talk! I'll talk!"
Will I be subject to the same torture, whatever it is? Light thought.
Light looked at Riki, the teenage Prime Assistant to the Mistress of his den who lead the way. From the way he presented himself, his ability to command others, Light wagered the boy had been here for quite some time, maybe since his childhood. It made Light mad that such things, the taking of children into a life of this kind, was still going on under Kira's rule.
If he could, he would kill the whole lot of them in this torture den and rescue those that were subject to its whims. He formed an image of the Mistress in his mind. A heartless bitch that prided herself on the maiming and murder of those what sought to defy her. And if this was going to be his last stand, then he would defy this Mistress with all he had, and die with dignity.
I am Kira, and I will not be taken down by the likes of a sadistic whore!
"Where are you taking me?" Light demanded.
"To an Evaluation Room, Detective Yagami," Riki replied, without looking back, acting superior. Apparently there was a hierarchy here and this teen was high on top. Was he a child of one of the top echelon? "Others you hear are also undergoing their own 'Evaluations'."
"I demand you release me right now! You will suffer for this!"
Riki turned his head and smiled with amusement. "We shall see, Detective Yagami. As all of the other rooms are occupied, I shall be taking you to our special suite for VIP's. It has everything I need to conduct a very thorough and proper Evaluation."
"You still haven't explained what I'm being evaluated on?"
Riki didn't answer.
Once they reached their destination, Riki opened a set of double doors and walked in. With the two men following, Light was then set down on the floor. It looked like a typical square medical examination room, but much brighter and spacious.
Riki pulled off a white sheet that unveiled a horizontal X-type medical table with velcro straps for arms and legs. It was the centre piece to the room filled with what looked liked medical equipment and a sink for washing. The walls were painted a light purple shade with two walls containing widescreen televisions screens with cameras in the upper corners displaying the room from different angles on this screens. White sheets covered what looked like trolley trays with indistinguishable items underneath left to Light's imagination.
Riki nodded, and as if giving a mental instruction, and one of then men suddenly grabbed Light's throat. He held him tightly, as the other cut Light's restraints. Once free, Light was lifted into the air, his feet dangling off the floor, and he was carried by his throat to the X-table and placed down, the other man strapping his wrists and ankles down with the velcro straps. Light struggled but to no avail.
The two men were instructed to leave and shut the door.
Riki and Light were left alone. Riki then used a control box and raised the X-table to a vertical position, so Light faced him. Light continued to struggle.
Riki turned on the skin to wash his hands.
"It will do you no good, Detective Light Yagami, and you will only hurt yourself," Riki said, drying his hands with a towel like a surgeon about to perform an operation. "And you're going to need your strength for what you're going to experience."
"What are you doing to do?"
Riki brought one of the trolley tables over and uncovered its contents. And in typical like fashion, they were instruments of torture—surgical knives, and other assorted items, some of which shocked him, belonging to the sex trade. What on earth were they for? There was also a computer data pad amongst them. No doubt to report back to his Mistress.
Riki began to unbuttoned Light's shirt and then picked up a pair of scissors and began to cut off the rest, starting with the sleeves, since the normal way could not be done with Light restrained. Light's jacket and tie had already been removed at some point during his capture.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Removing your clothes," Riki simply said, then smiled. "But, I will leave you with a little dignity." After shredding Light's shirt, Riki unbuckled Light's belt and proceeded to shred his pants. This left Light in his black briefs and socks. His shoes already gone.
During such, Light noticed his velcro strap was still around his leg but his baton was missing. His gun and watch were also somewhere.
"I won't talk!" Light said. "And torture is against the Geneva Convention! What do you plan on doing after this evaluation, harvest my organs to sell on the Black Market?"
Riki looked at him strange, and then laughed. "I'm afraid you're under a misconception, Detective. This is not a torture dungeon, per se, we do things quite differently here. I'm merely conducting an evaluation of your resolve. If you pass, then you'll be given an audience with the Mistress. But it all depends on the results here. Now, its time to begin."
Riki picked up the small bottle of liquid with one of the surgical knives and brought it to Light's chest. Light panicked. Was this teenager about to cut him open?
"Wait!" Light protested. "You haven't even asked me any questions."
Riki paused, and then put both items back down. He seemed to have second thoughts. The young man then put a hand to Light's stomach and pressed in, then moved his hands about the rest of his body, even—
Light felt violated.
Without a word, Riki added information into the computer data pad. Light could see over Riki's tattooed shoulder. The teen appeared to have hacked into the NPA medical database and had all of Light's personal records.
Light had no diseases or other medical issues of note.
"You appear to be very healthy, Detective. And you have no unseemly body hair, good. The Mistress hates ugliness. It distracts from the natural beauty of the soul within. You seem to have plenty of hair on your head and it is well taken care of." Riki returned to Light and turned Light's head from side to side, seemingly looking at bone structure. "You have a day and half growth on your face, that will not do. You need a shave, Detective. My Mistress likes the clean look."
Riki brought over another trolley. On it was a shaving blade with cream.
"I would prefer you don't touch me," Light insisted.
"Rest assured, Detective, I'm older than I look. I am nineteen, but I look much younger. Trust me, I am no child. I began with my Mistress when I was seven years old. You wouldn't believe what I've seen. It's quite disturbing. But in the age we live in, it's unconscionably normal. But if you feel uncomfortable with another male touching you, then that's your own prejudice. But please remember where you are, and that I am only doing my job. Further evaluation shouldn't take more than an hour or so. If you become disagreeable, I will have to punish you. I have the authority. But as you may not be used to it, my methods may feel very discomforting at first. I will shave you first, then the rest of the evaluation will begin. And believe me, detective, I will be very thorough." Riki smiled broadly. "Just think of me like your personal doctor."
An hour later, Light rested his head back in a horizontal position, the X-table adjusted in completion from Riki's exams—his very personal and thorough exams. Light's face and body was covered in sweat. His hair was matted to his head and his face burned from the after-shave Riki had used. A towel was draped over his lower region, his jockey's removed.
"That was so…wrong," Light mumbled, his head turned abashed away from Riki.
Riki washed his hands in the skin. Not a drop of blood had been spilled, but Riki had managed to give Light an evaluation of the likes Light had never believed was possible. And he felt utterly violated to the point of being sick. Once he was freed, got his hands on the Death Note, found out Riki's real name—it was obviously an alias—he would kill the teen in a brutal way.
"My Mistress will be pleased with you. You're above average, too."
The compliment saved nothing from the indignity of the situation.
"I swear, you're dead when I get my hands on you!" Light vowed, turning his head. Riki was towelling his hands dry. Apparently the sharp torture tools were basically for show, and perhaps a way for a person to talk before the real "evaluation" began.
"Is this what you meant by an 'Evaluation'?" Light said angrily. "Is this what's happening to all those other people? Are they being treated like this? You are one sick, demented pervert!"
Riki chuckled. "Believe me, Detective, you reacted normally. I'm in a trade where getting results is key, through orthodox and other methods. And there are different way to make a person compliant. I'm here to make you docile, to soften you up. My Mistress relies on these methods, so her job is not difficult. There is pleasure, and then there is pleasure with pain, Detective. I was also given specific orders not to harm you physically. I considered it a worthy challenge."
"You didn't even ask me any questions," Light said.
"I didn't need to, Detective," Riki said. "Like I said, my role is only to soften you up. Once you're given to the Mistress, then you will be asked questions." Riki then chuckled to himself. "I wonder, what would your girlfriend Misa Aname think of how you reacted here. Perhaps the video on your cell phone is an indication of your true self. It was easily hacked. And using your birth year as a password on your phone is not very inventive."
Light grit his teeth. "She said that to me as a joke!"
Riki laughed.
"I will inform my Mistress that you are ready—at her convenience, of course." Riki gave Light a smile, as if what he just did was nothing more than a simple day at the office. "When she is ready, I will collect you. So, rest up, Detective. There's much more to come."
Riki smiled again, picked up the computer tablet, and then turned and left the room, leaving Light restrained to the table—to most likely to think about his eventual fate.
Riki made his way to his Mistress's private sanctum, the place where she conducted her most extensive work. Her job was vital—to question those with information essential to the Yukaza.
Riki was her most loyal subordinate and he reported to her directly. After he had conducted his evaluations, he voiced them directly to her. All details about a person were brought before her first before the decision was made to bring the subject to her. She wanted no surprises.
Riki had completed Yagami's cursory evaluation and the detective had passed the first level, he knew his Mistress will be pleased with the results.
Entering a reception area similar to the one where he had first collected Yagami, he pulled back a red curtain. A girl also waited in the corner next to an old style telephone in this room.
With a mere look, Riki told the girl to inform the Mistress that he was here. She picked up the phone, said a few words, and then hung up. He was told the Mistress would see him. Riki bowed, and then entered another room with a larger curtain that opened up to an elongated corridor with painted purple walls—the Mistress's favourite colour—adorned with frescos of Japanese landscapes, and stopped at the set of double doors with flowery designs.
He gripped the brass handles—he heard the scream of a man begging for mercy, screams of this nature were natural here—and opened both doors at once.
This was the large foray which lead to his Mistress's private den.
Inside, eight restraining tables and chairs were set up in respected rows, one slot was occupied. A man was bound to a table, without dignity.
He was the origin of the screams. An individual dressed in black leather attire banished his own brand of torture on the man, it was nothing Riki had not seen before. And he was desensitized to it. The man begged for mercy. But it fell on deaf ears.
Obviously he that dismayed the Mistress even after she had had her time with him. This was the last stop. The man was not going to leave the den alive. Where the body would end up, Riki did not know nor did he care.
Riki then heard muffled screams coming from the Mistress's private den.
Walking ahead, ignoring the cries of the individual being tortured, Riki pulled back another set of reddish-purple curtains that lead to a separate area, apart from the foray, where another set of double doors stood. He knocked once, announced himself, and heard "Come in", from a female voice. Riki entered. Inside stood the Mistress: a sensual-looking woman, tall, with long flowing black hair, and wearing a beautiful and colourful, flowery Kimono, her attire of choice when conducting her own questioning of a subject—or victim.
The room was lavishly decorated in purple tones, draped curtains, with a padded table at its centre, much like one would find in a massage parlour. Someone was currently secured to the table—a man. The Mistress was lighting a scented candle as Riki entered. Riki took a moment to sniff the lovely aroma of lavender and rosemary. Candles were also one of her tools of the trade, dripping hot wax onto very sensitive parts of the body. From the look of things, she had already started.
"Welcome, my boy," she said sweetly, and smiled just as lovely.
"I bring good news, Mistress," he spoke, as he ignored the whimpers of the man on the table. "The NPA detective is ready. In fact, he has been more than compliant." He smirked. "Despite a few minor protests, and a couple of verbal threatens, not the first I have received, he became docile. In fact, he acted much like a virgin. I suspect he may not be so experienced."
The Mistress laughed. "That's amusing," she said. "Then I know the perfect method to entice him to cave to my whims. And I have never failed to achieve my goals."
Riki asked who the man was strapped to the table in a compromising position.
"He wished to sell information about the possible real identity of Kira. The Master wanted to know what the man knew, so he was sent to me. But it turned out to be nothing. His informant was killed and his tongue removed, a message to others to stay loyal."
Riki nodded. "A wise decision by the Master," he said.
Riki recited Light Yagami's profile. When she had heard they had captured an NPA detective it was no big deal, but when she saw how young and handsome he was, she became excited and wanted to question him. She knew she could get more favourable results. Since she was busy, Riki evaluated him first. But it was a foregone conclusion the Mistress would see Yagami.
"Bring Light Yagami to me, Riki," the Mistress ordered. "And have this man removed. He is to suffer the same fate that the other in the foray."
"I'm sure the Foray Attendant will be delighted," Riki said, nodded, and then left.
Light Yagami felt undignified, but he walked under his own power dressed in a white medical gown that Riki had provided him. He was handcuffed in front and told if he attempted to escape, he would be punished. He agreed to be civil. Besides, he didn't know where he was or had no knowledge of how to get out. If the corridors he had been taken through were an indication, a person could he lost down here for a very long time.
The two thugs from before walked behind him with Riki up front.
Light had also been bathed after Riki returned to the Evaluation Room, and then lightly sprinkled in lavender scent powder, the Mistress's favourite fragrance.
In following Riki, they entered a foray, and a torture chamber of sorts, Light observed, with rows of tables and chairs, four on either side of the room, with devices Light cringed at. None of the tables were occupied, but Light didn't even want to wish to know how they were used. An attendant dressed in black leather attire was wiping up the floor with a string mop. Light didn't even want to think what the man was mopping up, but he could see traces of bodily fluids. The smell made Light gag. It was a strong aroma of antiseptic and something else.
Light wanted to vomit.
Panicked thoughts raced through Light's mind. What if he couldn't answer this Mistress's questions? What if he didn't know the answers to her questions? How would he be punished? But how could he be more humiliated than what Riki had done to him?
But he wouldn't tell them anything. He had taken an oath and it was important to him.
Under destress, would he reveal classified information about the NPA and other law enforcement parties just to save his own life? Would they use injected drugs to make him talk or was torturing people by using other forms of "persuasion" their main method?
For the first time in his life, he was scared.
Misa, find me...
To be continued...