"don't struggle." pg ousai fic.

"I hate you, you know."

   kagehara's response made the shorter male absolutely ecstatic. “I love you so much!” the purplenette leaned in for another kiss — the male below him hesitantly kissing back. that kiss lasted way longer than the bluenette wanted it to. 'please get off.' kagehara thought to himself, starting to tear up which made koishi pull away.

   “why're you crying?” the purplenette asked, little to no emotion evident in his tone.

   he didn't get a response, his victim only crying more. “stop crying.” koishi demanded in an extremely harsh tone, earning even more cries from the bluenette under him. after another minute of kagehara's kidnapper trying to get him to stop crying, the shorter male took the box cutter that was in his pocket and gripped the taller male's wrist.

   koishi, like the psychopath he is, dragged the oddly sharp blade down his forearm. blood oozed and more cries were pulled from the bluenette's vocal cords. “I hate you, you know.” kagehara's kidnapper said with visible irritation towards the taller male, opening the fresh wound with the box cutter.

   “do you hate me too?” koishi stabbed the bluenette's left foot, blood dripping from both sides of the wound. “or are you just trying to make me hurt you?” he pulled the blade out of kagehara's foot and stabbed it once more, blood splattering onto both of them. “is this your way of saying you're masochistic?” he took the taller male's other arm and started making small cuts all over his wrist.

   “p-please— stop-” his cries were soon blocked out by koishi taping his mouth once more. “stop talking.” the purplenette took a marker from his drawer and started writing. 'property of kai koishi' now written over the bluenette's forehead.

   the male in question looking at him in fear as his kidnapper had shot him a wicked smile. the shorter male was gonna stab him again, his guts told him so. and his guts were inevitably correct. koishi stabbed each and every one of the freshly made cuts on the taller male's wrist.

   he tried to scream for help, only for his cries to be muffled as there was still tape covering his mouth. “don't struggle.” the purplenette remembered one of the cuts he made on kagehara's face and decided to—

   pained yet muted screams were all koishi could hear.

   his beloved squirmed underneath him as the level of pain increased by each passing second. “relax, you know you love it.” kagehara's kidnapper smiled at him sadistically as he put away the box cutter and started licking the wounds on his left wrist which had the bloody marks on them that made it seem like the bluenette performed one of those unhealthy coping mechanisms that koishi's always reading about.

 
  after half an hour of torturing the poor boy, the shorter male got tired and brought the bluenette to his bathroom once more — after untying his feet ofcourse. as he was sat down in the bathtub, he pointed to the duct tape still on his mouth.

   knowing what kagehara meant, koishi pulled off the duct tape and threw it away. “t-thank you...” he heard his victim mumble to himself, tempting him to dive in for another kiss but...maybe later.

   minutes after preparing the bathtub, he turned on the water and started cleaning up the bluenette's wounds.

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   short chapter of sui getting tortured because no ideas rn.