(Warning!)
This chapter contains violence, blood, and a tiny bit of sexual harassment. Proceed with caution.
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I awoke to the sound of the heavy door creaking open and slamming shut, indicating someone had entered the room. For a moment, I had hoped this was all a dream. But I guess I was wrong.
The tapping was getting closer and closer each second, making me wonder what they planned to do with us. But suddenly, it stopped. Right in front of me.
My chair got dragged around and placed somewhere new in the room, the screeching of the metal against the floor was sickening but I endured it. I felt a pair if warm hands undo my blindfold at the back and slowly lift it off my face.
I looked around at the horrible scene, bile rising in my throat. Even as someone who spends their life around death, this was almost too sickening to handle.
The walls were scratched, blood stained them like paint, I could barely even tell the floor was concrete with all the pools of blood, burn marks, and a few missing finger nails coating it like icing on a cake. But the worst part was what lie right in front of me.
Kanoe, hanging on the wall by restraints on his wrists and ankles, dark bruises marking his body like spots on a wild animal. Blood trailed from his mouth down his chest and small pools of it congregated on the floor beneath him. He was extremely pale, had dark bags under his eyes, and a busted lip.
It felt like every vein in my body had been set ablaze, rage boiled underneath my skin. I wanted nothing more than to rip the man who did this apart, limb by limb.
"Enraging, isn't it? Finding a loved one broken and beaten in a foreign room with no idea what happened or who is responsible." A familiar voice sounded behind me, "And on top of all that, there's nothing you could've done to fix it."
"Who are you, why are you here, and what makes you think you're going to leave this room unscathed?" I said, venom lining my every word.
"I'm not going to tell you my name, but I will answer your other two questions. I'm here to make your little boyfriend's life miserable and I'll be leaving unscathed because just like your little friend, I can't die."
What...? There's more of them? Is he bluffing?
"I'm not bluffing."
"I don't trust the words of a murderer, and I never will." I spat, clenching my teeth.
I heard the tapping of his shoes on the concrete move around from behind until he was standing right in front of me.
He had messy chocolate brown hair, fair skin, and piercing baby blue eyes that chilled me to the bone just from one look. His lips were curled up into a sadistic smirk. He kneeled on one knee, placed his scarred hands on my wrists, and bent forward only inches away from my face.
"I guess I'll just have to prove it to you then."
From the side of his belt, he pulled out a knife the size of his hand and dragged it across his forearm. He tore off part of his shirt and wrapped it around his arm to reduce bleeding.
"What the f*ck is wrong with you?!" I yelled, trying to move my chair back.
"Everything." He replied, turning around to face Kanoe.
"Oi, don't you dare touch him!"
"I'm just removing his blindfold. What, are you afraid I'm gonna hurt him? It's not like he can die, anyway." He swiveled his head around to look at me before swiftly punching him in the stomach.
Kanoe woke in response and coughed up more blood.
Sh*t, at this rate he'll die before 24 hours are up. That son of a b*tch.
For some reason that punch kept replaying in my mind again and again, and each time I felt the current rage get worse. It was making my skin itch with the urge to put a dent in that sadistic dunce's skull.
I felt weird, anger wasn't something I've ever truly experienced but this wasn't just normal anger. This was a burning repulsion that devoured every fiber of my being and tainted my soul. I had absolutely no qualms with turning this guy into another stain on the wall and the only thing holding me back were these damn chains.
"Mi...yazaki, It's okay. I'm fin-" Kanoe started to cough up an excessive amount of blood.
"Fine my ass, Kanoe! You think I'm gonna believe that?" I said, struggling against my chains.
The brunette man started laughing hysterically, turning my attention towards him. He eventually got himself to stop laughing and walked over in my direction. He surveyed me before stopping behind my chair.
"You know, Kanoe... you picked a good one. He's rather cute, don't you agree?" He said, firmly placing his hands on my shoulders.
I froze, memories of the bullies in high school rolling in like tides and crashing against me. They used to say the same thing each time before doing unspeakable things that I dare not mention. The memory of Kaito's kiss was among them.
"Don't... touch him." Kanoe said, a raspy cough following after.
"Or you'll what, break out of your restraints and hurt me? Those are made of titanium and require a specific key to unlock, I'd like to see you try." He slid a hand up my shirt and felt around, making me squirm in discomfort.
In a desperate attempt to make him stop, I flung my head back and hit him in the face.
He retracted his hand and fell backwards onto the floor, dazing him for a second.
"Well you're a feisty one, aren't ya? I thought I'd have a little fun before I ended your miserable little life, but you're pissin' me off." I heard a click and felt something cold press against the side of my head.
"HIKARU!" Kanoe yelled, I turned my head to look at him.
He yelled something else after calling my name, but the sound of gunshot filled my head and drowned out all other noise.
I can't read lips, but I knew he said something important... and I never got the chance to hear it.