This chapter depicts scenes of graphic raoe and violence, read at your own risk.
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Akari awoke with a start, her limbs immobilized as she found her wrists bound to her sides, the delicate peach chiffon of her dress rustling in the breeze. Glancing down, she took in the intricate embroidered flowers that adorned the gossamer fabric, a whimsical contrast to her precarious situation.
As a dawning sense of unease washed over her, Akari came to the realization that she is suspended high above the ground, nestled precariously amidst the branches of a towering tree. Laid out before her was an elegant tea party setting, fine china and silver accouterments gleaming in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the leaves. A sudden gust ruffled the arrangement, causing the steam from the teapot to swirl and dissipate.
And there, seated across from her, was Vinny, looking for all the world as if this were the most natural setting imaginable. He wore a lavender three-piece tweed suit that was impeccably tailored, complementing his neatly braided silver hair with just a few wispy strands framing his face. Despite the peculiarity of the circumstances, Vinny's expression was one of serene contentment, as if the events of the previous day had been long forgotten.
"Good morning, honeybee," Vinny smiles brightly. "Tea? Crumpet? I could have bacon, syrup, and cheese." He winked. "Your favorite," Akari gave him a death glare, "if looks can kill" Vinny hummed. "Remember our first kiss"
"Our first kiss?" Akari looked at him in confusion.
"Yes," Vinny nodded, looking up at the tree. "It was under a tree like this," he gasped at the memories. "You had just snuck out of the party and I followed you. I watched you climb the tree in that ridiculously puffy dress and for the first time, you looked…" he couldn't find the words.
"Healthy," Akari nodded, remembering bits and pieces of that night. "but that wasn't my first kiss," she hummed, lost in her memories.
"What?" Vinny gave Akari a death glare.
"My first everything was my first assignment" Akari cleared the lump out of her throat.
"Who" Vinny was boiling, but Akari didn't even see it.
"Tobi," Akari said, the words decaying in her mouth, the acts she performed as a child still haunted her.
Akari's body experienced a sharp, searing pain that caused her to glance down instinctively. To her horror, a syringe is lodged in her leg, injecting a mysterious substance into her veins. The sensation of dizziness and disorientation crept back into her consciousness, clouding her thoughts. As she began to lose awareness, her body went limp, but instead of collapsing to the ground, she found herself suspended in mid-air, supported only by her wrist.
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The soft, pulsing glow of the neon lights cast a mesmerizing radiance over the sharp, angular features of Duri and Omani as they made their way through the lavish, sensual atmosphere of Eve's Garden. The light danced and shimmered across the sleek surfaces of their impeccably tailored suits and flowing kimonos, accentuating the confident, almost predatory grace of their movements.
Gossamer chiffon draperies hung from the high ceilings, their diaphanous folds swaying gently in the warm, perfumed air, while plush, fuschia-colored fabrics cascaded down the walls, adding to the sumptuous, indulgent ambiance. The floors were a swirling mosaic of deep purple and regal blue marble, further enhancing the opulent, decadent mood.
And everywhere, women were present in sheer, flowy ensembles that left little to the imagination, their movements fluid and alluring as they moved between the tables, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres, or danced atop the bars, their lithe bodies undulating to the sultry, pulsing music. Others sat provocatively on the laps of patrons, engaging in intimate conversation and coy, seductive flirtation, while still more twisted and twirled on the poles that rose up from the dance floor, their eyes locked onto Duri and Omani with unabashed desire.
Duri and Omani quickly identified the man in charge and confidently approached him. The bald man stood out in his leopard print silk shirt, adorned with a golden chain around his neck. As he indulged in his drink, he shamelessly flirted with the women passing by, who forced fake smiles, fearing the consequences of rejection.
The club owner spotted them and turned on his somewhat professional manner. "What can I do for you, gentlemen?" He gave them a sleazy smile. "Do you have a preference? Asian? A bit submissive, in a cutesy school uniform" he pointed to Omani with a winked "or black? Dressed in nothing but beads, wild and free?" He turned to Duri, licking his lips.
"We are looking for a woman, Ivy, she dances here" Duri ignored the menacing atmosphere that the club owner created.
"For both of you," he looked between Duri and Omani.
Omani shook his head. "We share women," he said very stiffly.
"A private audience, please" Duri pulled the club owner's attention back to him.
"Well, there are a lot of men interested in Ivy, she is our top dancer, if you know what I mean?" He put his hand onto Duri's shoulders with a deep chuckle, Omani threw a couple of bills onto the table. "She is all yours after her performance"
"Performance…" Duri asked
As the lights dimmed and the stage lit up, a captivating figure emerged, commanding the attention of the enthralled audience. A woman took the stage, her presence radiating confidence and allure. A revealing corset adorned her lithe frame, and the silk ribbons at her hips flowed gracefully with each step.
Duri and Omani felt their breath catch in their throats as their eyes settled on her face. She bore a striking resemblance to Akari, the woman they knew, but this dancer possessed a taller, slenderer physique that only heightened the allure of her performance. They could scarcely believe their eyes, captivated by the familiar yet unfamiliar sight before them.
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Akari's eyes fluttered open, the sound of dripping water and ragged, labored breathing slowly pulling her from the hazy fog of sleep. Disoriented, she blinked a few times, her surroundings gradually coming into focus. The familiar ceiling above her, the cold metal cuffs biting into her wrists. She remained trapped, still a prisoner in this nightmare.
Dread pooled in the pit of her stomach as she turned her head, catching sight of Vinny standing at the foot of the bed. A twisted, malicious grin stretched across his face, his knuckles white as he gripped the neck of a lifeless, bloodied corpse. Akari's heart raced, panic seizing her as she realized the gruesome scene unfolding before her.
"Honeybee" Vinny exhaled harshly. "Isn't good to see your first love?" he threw the corpse onto the bed. Akari turned her face away from the corpse, not wanting to see Tobi's lifeless eyes. "Awww, what's wrong, love? "You're too scared to look at him, but not scared enough to touch him," Vinny's voice filled with rage as Akari continued to avoid looking at the corpse. "Oh, Honey Bee, don't worry. I will carve his touch from your body." He hissed, pulling out a blade and Akari shook her head, tears falling down between them. "Oh baby, don't cry, my love, it will be all over soon"
Vinny loomed over Akari's trembling, battered body, his eyes filled with a twisted, sadistic glee. Without hesitation, he began slicing into her delicate skin, dragging the sharp blade across her flesh and carving deep, jagged gashes. Akari's agonized screams echoed through the room as Vinny stabbed and hacked, tearing chunks of her skin away mercilessly.
The sickening sound of tearing flesh and the sight of her blood flowing freely only seemed to fuel his depraved frenzy. He didn't stop there - Vinny then reached for a scorching hot metal plate, pressing it against Akari's skin and reveling in her agonized writhing as the flesh sizzled and burned. The overwhelming, all-consuming pain was unbearable, causing Akari to thrash and beg for him to stop, but Vinny showed no mercy.
The pain was utterly excruciating, causing Akari's vision to blur and her consciousness to fade as her body succumbed to the overwhelming torment. Akari woke to Vinny brutally violated her again, forcefully penetrating her ravaged, mutilated body and raping her once more.
Akari reached her breaking point, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Gasping for air, she succumbed to the overwhelming fatigue and slipped once more into the embrace of a deep, dream-filled slumber.