Into The Rose Garden (Seidou x Kanae/Karren)

Chapter Thirty-nine - Endless torture

Warning: There are graphic details of torture, physical and psychological. With a little bit of suicidal thoughts and a strong sense of despair.

I hid away in a nearby corner within my room, right behind the door, if it were to open. I shook and I held my breath. The door slowly opened, and I could hear foot steps enter. A voice, calm and deep calls out my name, but I remain frozen.

The voice sighs deeply. "You're behind the door, aren't you Takizawa...?" I held my breath, holding back the sounds of panicked breathing and crying. But suddenly, the door was quickly shut, and I screamed as I covered my upper body and face with my arms. The voice scoffs. "Thought so...there's nowhere else to hide here."

I clenched my hands deeply into my face, refusing to look at him. I just thought he would go away, like a bad dream. Only it wasn't.

Kanou scoffed harshly. "Takizawa, get up." I quiver weakly, shaking my head slightly. "N-No..." "Get up." "No!"

Kanou sighs softly, annoyed. "Suit yourself... Tatara, it looks like I'll need your help after all!" My eyes widen, and my pupils shrink greatly, feeling a powerful feeling of...pure terror. I jolt my head up, as I witnessed the male enter.

I shake my head, pushing against the wall. "N-No, don't come any closer!" Tatara scoffed, looking down on me in disgust. "You've already made it harder on yourself than it should've been..." "G-Get away!"

Tatara quickly and suddenly grabs my wrist, causing me to 'yelp'. He then began dragging me along, with me half struggling and half cooperating, and with my feet still in great amounts of pain. I didn't have that much bravery to be fighting back, I just couldn't.

I looked up a bit, as I was being led along. Tatara was irritated, while Kanou was conceded. I wasn't stupid, I knew perfectly what was going to happen, even after my left arm had completely regenerated.

I was tied to a table, with some very strong leather and steel chain. I barely struggled, knowing it was pointless the moment I was laid down on there.

The doctor quickly organized his supplies: A hand-drill, a power saw, a lighter and a scalpel. 

I laid there, silent at first. Knowing what was to come, my entire body was beginning to tense up and quiver greatly. Tears began to form instinctively, feeling myself trying to hold it all back. I didn't want them to see me that way, I didn't want to be like that in front of those bastards.

I just wanted to get it over with, get through it. But no matter what I've made myself believe, no matter what I did, the pain would remain horrific.

He started it with the scalpel, gliding it across my arms and legs, allowing the crimson to flow. I feel myself become dizzy, due to the blood loss.

However, I'm jolted awake by the feeling of intense heat. He was using the lighter to burn my wounded areas. Probably trying to make them quicker to close up and heal. I hissed in pain, feeling a sense of...adrenalin surge through my body, in order to keep me awake and conscious. 

I didn't care if I passed out, but apparently they wanted me to stay awake. And soon, the saw came out. Turning it on Kanou began tearing open my stomach, to which I scream bloody murder. So far...that was the method I learned to hate the most.

What did he want from me? What was it about me that deserved this, and needed to go through these procedures? I gasp for air, thinking about where I could've gone wrong in life. 'Why?! Why me?! I hate this, I can't do this shit anymore! Someone, please...save me!'

Suddenly, as if he could read my mind, Kanou looked down on me, telling me... "No one's coming to save you."

Suddenly, the thought of that being an even more likely possibility, I began to cry silently. Feeling that sense of despair and hopelessness.