Midnight Insanity Seme!MaleOc x Ruki (boy X boy)

Chapter 6

Adrian's POV

My remaining friends and  I were outside of the courtroom waiting to see that murderer for the last time. We were overwhelmed by the feeling of justice. Minutes later he finally came out of the courtroom, a crowd following. The guards forced him to the back of the police car leaving soon after. 

"We got justice," I said to Ayushi, hugging her.

"I am so happy," she said kissing me on the cheek. We left the premise hand-in-hand.

~~9 years later~~
Takanori's POV (age 25) 

I have been in the dark for so long I had no idea when it was going to be over. It was painful, to be forced into sexual activity. It is something that sticks with you even after. The physical evidence of it happening has since dissipated, I still can't stop the night terrors from happening. And their version of 'brutal super-mega-awesome fun for us but not for you' torture was an understatement. At certain times of celebration, disemboweled, when they felt like it, they fractured things, and most commonly the 'huge-collection-of-super-fabulous-spiky-weapons I got on the deep web'. I heard the same 2 guards opening the door to the now pitch black room. Instead of beating me like they normally do when they come in, they unlocked the tight handcuffs that had been around my hands for so long they'd probably left marks. I don't even know if I'm blind or not, but even my vision is bad. My entire body is in so much pain I can barely even move my head off the ground.

"Can you stand?" he asked. It's like he read my mind when he picked me up bridal style. I let out an almost audible cry of pain. My vocal cords were strained from nine years of crying and screaming for relief from this horrible torture.

"Why s-so nice today," I asked hoarsely. He looked down at me before injecting more of their favorite lethal drug into my arm.

"Well, today marks the day before for it officially becomes 9 years of being here." He responded in a straightforward manner. "When did you lose so much weight? You're so light today." The fresh lacerations on my back stung as his hand shifted. We were walking down the dimly lit hallway that led to my cell. We came to an elevator it opened as soon as he hit the button. We were on the absolute bottom floor and he hit the lobby. When the elevator doors opened we were greeted by 6 people.

"It's been a while Takanori," a guy with a blurry face said. The guard leaned towards the guy and started to whisper.

"He's a bit out of it from the drugs we gave him while he's been here. I wouldn't talk to him right now." The guard whispered.

Adrian's POV 

I looked down upon the witch. Just at a first glance you already tell that the torture was severe. Through certain gashes on his arms, you could see the bone. He looked almost zombie like. His body was trembling violently in the guards arms. I felt just the tiniest morsel of guilt arise in my chest. Even though I felt his punishment was fair something very deep down told he didn't deserve to be tortured like that. His eyes were wide open when he saw me.

"I-is that y-you, Adrian," he stuttered in a quiet, almost disembodied voice. Just from those words I felt that insatiable hate lessen.

"I-it's been s-so many y-years," he said in the same tone of before but only a single tear fell from his hazel eyes.The guard placed him in front of us. As he sat there his eyes started tearing up. He lowered his head in remorse covering his face with his hands.

"I-I'm so s-sorry..." were the only words he managed to choke out before coughing violently. The guard instinctively pulled out a small black bag from a small care package and held it near Takanori's face. He started to vomit violently into it. I wondered what he had to vomit, with how emaciated his body was. He was already skinny before I didn't know he could lose that much weight.

We all responded with 'I forgive you' or 'you finally felt the pain we did 9 years ago' which in my opinion was what he deserved as an answer. Masaaki stooped down next to him rubbing his back. When he lifted his hand it a bit of blood on it but it was fine. Takanori attempted to straighten his back, but he hunched right back over with another small cry of pain. He held out his hand to touch my face. His hand was ice cold and covered in scars. The bones of his knuckles were showing through the equally worn down flesh of his hands. He let out a soft cry of pain as Masaaki's hand ran over a certain part of his back. I looked at the side of the face, which slightly covered by his hair.

"What happened to your face," I said trying to move the hair from his bruised faced. His eyes widen his body started to shake violently. His body convulsed before he started to foam at the mouth.

The guard picked him up only responding with "We need to get him to a hospital now. I think we overdosed him when he was raped." Which I simply replied with a nod same as Masaaki.

"Holy shit I didn't believe that was actually him. He looks so different, and not in a good way either." Masaaki sighed out.

"I can't believe that I just watched someone vomit whatever meat left on their bones into a bag." I sighed as well.

"He looked like he died more than nine times, in fact, it was so bad, I want to vomit."

"I'd wash your hands by the way. They have blood on them." Masaaki glanced down at his hand and put it in his pocket.

"When we get to your house, I will." He said with a smile.

"I still hate him" I muttered under my breath.

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