CHAPTER SIX
"Restraint"
Riki led Light through a reddish-purple curtain at the end of a foray—the torture chamber—then to a set of double doors. Riki knocked and announced himself, was given permission to enter, and then opened the Mistress's private sanctum in gallant form, arms wide. The two men that followed then left as soon as Riki and Light entered, shutting he door behind them.
She had her back turned towards them wearing a beautiful flowered kimono, long dark hair cascaded down below her shoulder blades. She was as tall as Light. Light could already see she was a lovely woman and he hadn't yet seen her face. But when she turned around, he gasped. She was nearly the spitting image of Kiyomi Takada, but an older version.
The shock was only momentary, this was not his university sweetheart.
She turned and smiled, looking him over. "Ah, such a handsome devil," she said flirtatiously, spreading her arms out wide, her kimono outstretched like a pair of wings. "When I was first told about you, I never imagined you would be so good looking, and you look much more pretty in person. And you have a beautiful boyish face, that's very appealing to me."
Light didn't say anything. He was a prisoner. His jailer could compliment him all she wished, but it wouldn't alter the outcome that he could die here.
Light gave a quick glance around. Was this a torture room? It was a large room and decorated in purples with draped curtains with sensed candles and sensual lighting. There with a padded table in the centre. There were also closed cabinets, no doubt containing her tools of trade. But nothing showed Light what to expect. Everything was pristine, not like what he imagined. It looked like a room of enjoyment, not of torture. The room Riki took him to for his evaluation had also been very clean and proper.
"Light Yagami, correct? My name is Tigressa, the Mistress to this den of pleasure."
"More like a den of horrors," Light retorted straightly.
Riki eyed him with a hard stare, but Light stood firm. Mistress Tigressa put up a hand, as if to admonish Riki. Riki blinked surprised. Then Riki bowed obediently and in respect of his Mistress's judgement, he took a step back.
"So, where are all the whips and chains? This looks more like a massage parlour."
"You watch too many movies that drive misconceptions, Detective," she replied, then smiled and stepped forward. "You must have a lot of interesting stories. I sometimes find it interesting to know more about a person. It helps me to understand them. I wonder if you'll tell me some interesting stories while you're here."
"I wouldn't bet on it. I've been through some of the most extensive interrogation sessions the NPA is known to implore and I just went through a rigorous session with your pet here. You won't break me." He looked at both her and Riki collectively. "Your little pet is a pervert. Now I'm prepared for what you can throw at me."
"How dare you speak to the Mistress like that!"
Mistress Tigressa laughed. "How very brash, but challenge accepted." She extended an open hand to Riki. "My little pet, as you call him, will stay and observe me while I work on you. Let's see how strong willed you really are, Detective Yagami of the NPA. Riki still has much to learn."
"I enjoy watching you work, Mistress Tigressa," Riki said with a large, sinister grin.
Did I overplay my hand? Did they already have something planned for me?
"Riki told me how you reacted during his evaluation," the Mistress said, walking over to the table and caressing the purple leather padding with a hand. "You acted very like I expected you would, and he always gets the best results. That is why he is my Prime Assistant."
Riki smiled proudly, his posture straight like a good soldier.
Light sneered and snapped at sharp look at Riki, reiterating his thoughts of bloody murder when he ever got a hold of him. Riki's smile slowly faded. "You're top on my hit list, you perverted little—" Light said to Riki. "That's if Kira doesn't get you first." Light smirked devilishly.
"You amuse me, Light Yagami." said Mistress Tigressa. "So, I will forgive your impertinence towards my PA." She smiled. "And you wish for Kira to kill Riki with a heart attack?" She laughed. "Kira would have to know of his existence first. Riki has been with me since he was a child, a member of the Dragon Sect, and considering his appearance, Kira wouldn't even dare attempt it, or he would have the ire of the entire world against him—for murdering a child."
"You told me you were nineteen," Light said to Riki, angrily.
"I am, but appearances can be deceiving," Riki replied. "I suffer from a diminutive disorder that inhibits my growth from a certain point. I will forever remain just a touch over four feet tall."
Light turned to Tigressa. "Do your worst," he said defiantly. Light knew he had to stay strong. He was Kira, after all. "But how would you like to make a deal? I took an oath as an officer of the NPA, and I won't break it. However, I may be able to give you something as equally valuable as police information. Information about Kira, per se."
Mistress Tigressa laughed like a woman who found the world insanely humourous. "Again, you amuse me, Detective. Ironically enough, I just had someone who also claimed to have information about Kira, but who proved he was a charlatan. He tried to sell this information, and for his deception, he was dealt with, along with his police informant."
KF4... Light thought shocked.
"I will enjoy interrogating you, Detective," Tigressa said, approaching Light. "I see a brashness, a determinant soul, but you will succumb to my whims—my every whim." She smiled broadly, putting a finger under Light's chin. "You will be like candy to me, and I will suck you dry. Riki, let us proceed. This will be fun!"
Riki grabbed Light and pushed him towards the table.
"No!" Light protested. He figured if this was any indication of what Riki had did to him, he certainly did not want a repeat of it.
He kicked Riki in the stomach and ran for the doors, but there were no handles. It was obviously designed so no one could escape. Tigressa must have a remote control. Using his fingers, he tried to pry them open from the divider, but to no avail.
Light turned and immediately felt Riki's bone-crushing roundhouse kick to his face that sent him crashing into the floor. Riki straddled him, taking hold of Light's wrists and pressing them to his chest. "Nice try, Detective. But there is no way out. You will tell the Mistress what she wishes. However, for this insolence, you will have to be punished—severely."
Riki was a lot stronger than he looked, and with strong muscles flexed, he yanked Light up and pulled him across the floor by his wrists to the table.
Light struggled, but Riki dug his finger nails into Light's wrists, causing Light to momentarily lose his focus to fight back, and with a lift, and a slam back down, Light hit the table on his back, and Riki quickly strapped him down. Waist first, then legs, and finally, with some difficulty, his upper chest, throat, and then wrapped his wrists with straps that secured to the sides of the table.
Riki hit Light in the stomach and it quickly knocked the wind out of Light's fight. Light gasped, and then took several breathes to ease the pain.
The struggle loosened his medical garb and it was summarily ripped off him, exposing Light completely. But then Riki returned the garb and placed it over Light's lower region, giving him back at least some sort of his dignity.
Light absolutely couldn't move.
"Good work, Riki. Detective Yagami is quite a handful." Mistress Tigressa smiled pleased. Riki stepped back, a little out of breath. He wiped sweat from his brow.
Tigressa then approached Light and suddenly raised the index finger of her right hand. She inserted it in her mouth, wetting it, and then summarily caressed Light's chest, starting from collar bone, down between his pectorals, and then to his mid-section, stopping just above the pelvic region. The sensation had a chilling effect and gave Light goosebumps.
"I could go lower, Detective, but that can wait until later," she said, with a mild snicker. "Despite Riki's evaluation, you're still very tender. Don't be shy. Everyone should embrace new things, new experiences, new—" She lifted the medical garb and blew underneath. Light shivered. "—new sensations. And when properly stimulated, the sky is the limit."
"I won't succumb," Light said strongly despite feeling flush in his face.
Tigressa shrugged. "To each their own. Pleasure is pleasure, no matter where it comes from and by whom it is given. What feels good, feels good." She leaned in close, cupping Light's smooth, clean-shaved chin. "However, I think you need to be more honest with yourself. I assure you, you'll soon come to realize the raptures of both pleasure and pain while you're here. You'll answer my questions, Detective Yagami, or you'll be punished. It's as simple as that."
"I won't betray…my oath!"
"I'm not asking you to break your oath, what I want from you…is honesty," Tigressa said, and lightly blew in Light's left ear. Light's entire body shivered. She smiled. "That's more like it. I believe you're ready. Let us begin…"
Oaths were designed like a moral code, but some times during trying times those oaths were tested and taxed to their limits. And this was one those times.
Riki and Mistress Tigressa had worked on Light for nearly two hours, delivering to him periods of pleasure to arouse him and then punished him for refusing to succumb to breaking down. He had nearly allowed a valuable secret about his association with the Kira Task Force to slip. They had focused on that for thirty minutes, but his resolve won out.
Tigressa asked him a series of questions, but Light refused to answer them.
Obviously the Mistress was becoming annoyed and neither her "toys" nor her methods were working on Light. No blood was shed, but the things the pair were during to him was enough for him to ask for a quick end. He equated it to some of the things Misa had wanted Light to try in the bedroom, she had quite an extensive collection of "toys". But he would not relent. He showed restraint and refused to give into Tigressa's whims.
With their efforts thwarted, Tigressa unceremoniously snorted in frustration, and took Riki aside. Light was strapped down in an undignified manner, but the momentary break gave him a breather. Obviously, his continued defiance had never happened before.
The pair returned after a minute of converse. "Clearly the usual persuasion will not work on you, Detective Yagami," Mistress Tigressa stated. And she gave Riki a look of annoyance. He was supposed to soften Light up for her. Had Light been Riki's first failure?
Riki came over to Light and Light wondered what Tigressa's pet was going to do. And then with both a look of annoyance and displeasure in angering his Mistress—failing her—he climbed up onto Light, straddled him again, and he leaned over, and bit into Light's left shoulder.
Light cried out in blinding pain. The biting causing considerable pain and anguish. He felt Riki's teeth sink deep down to his bone and Light tried to thrash out and to throw the boy off. But with his hands tightly bound in front of him, he could only scream out.
Then it was over and Riki released Light.
Light let a out a momentary whimper as tears rolled down the sides of his cheeks. He felt like it had just been stabbed by a red-hot poker, skin burning and inflamed.
He grit his teeth and turned his head.
Streams of blood fell from the side of the teens mouth, and his eyes were wide, looking like the preverbal, intoxicated vampire, who had just had the taste of virgin blood. Riki wiped his mouth with his tongue, slurping Light's blood. Was this a new degree of pain Tigressa was going to inflict upon him when all her other methods had failed? How far would she make Riki go? First biting in not vital areas, then proceeding to more vital areas—to cause more anguish.
Light felt sick.
"We will proceed solely with pain now, Light Yagami," Tigressa said. "You will defy me no longer. You will tell me what I want to know, and we will continue for as long as it takes."
Tigressa asked repeatedly the same questions as before, Riki leaving bite marks all over Light's body, but even with the elevated levels of pain Light refused to give in.
I am Kira! I am Kira! I am Kira! Light kept repeating, to give him strength—as if it was his mantra.
And Light wondered how much more intense things would get?
Sai considered himself one of the minute Yukaza enforcers but an important one. He missed his associate and friend Hyde and he wondered what happened to the detective he had brought in. A sly smile broached his face thinking he was now in the hands of Mistress Tigressa, the den madam of the Yukaza torture den, and it brought him a perverse joy to think how much pain Light Yagami was experiencing right now. Whether or not he talked, his fate was sealed.
The enforcer was in the storage room where he had first brought in the detective.
Sai often enjoyed solitude here, but on this occasion he was being reflective. He looked at his phone with a picture of him and Hyde. They had been friends since childhood and joined the Yukaza together and climbed the ranks. In the picture, they were both smiling and laughing at something, he couldn't remember. It had been taken recently. He flipped through a series of pictures and the more he saw his friend, the more Sai became angry.
"That damn bastard murdered you with my gun! How the hell did that happen?" But Hyde had become careless and it had cost him his life. They had been involved in worse scraps than that. This time, however, Hyde's luck had run out. "How did a rookie cop kill you, Hyde? If I had my way, he'd already be dead. But, at least, I have some conciliation. I can only imagine what the Mistress is doing to him right now. He'll beg to tell her everything."
Just then, Nazareth—or as everyone call him Naz—appeared at the open door way, and Sai turned to him. He wasn't a big talker, but when he did, people listened. He was the Yukaza's top enforcer, and bodyguard to the Master. He thumbed over his shoulder. It was Naz's way to say they had a job to do. Most likely body disposal.
Sai jumped down off a crate. Asking who would be futile. He would find out when he got there.
A few minutes later, Sai and Naz entered the foray—the place where so much activity took place; eight tables and chairs awaiting the tortured. They saw an Attendant dressed in his leather attire, with a body bag ready to be removed on the floor.
Sai put a hand to his nose, and despite the attendant keeping everything as clean as possible, the place recked of disinfectant and sanitizer.
"What do you think the Mistress is doing with that detective?" Sai wondered, looking over at the reddish-purple curtain that lead to another area and the Mistress's private sanctum.
Naz shrugged, then shouldered the body bag, and proceeded to leave. Sai followed.
To be continued...