-Naegi, what happened to your eye?- That question from Nagisa alarmed the brunette for a while, he didn't knew how to excuse himself, or if he should do it.
-He stumbled, don't worry, he is fine.- The mastermind didn't took to long to act, talking his hostage shoulder. Worried, the younger sat down on the couch, for resuming the novelties of those days.
After they leave, Junko took her hostage by the neck of his shirt, and the trew him to the floor.
-Did you had to get their attention!?- She kicked her opposite on his stomach. Before he could cover himself, he was taken again, and this time, pushed against the wall.- Did you thought they were going to save you!? Do you think they care about you!?
Inmediatlly, she slapped him, leaving the mark of her hand in the face of Makoto, who only could moan in pain. Enoshima continued hitting him, in every part of his body, with as much force as possible, and him not being able to do anything.
After a while, his captor leaved him in peace, only abandoning him there. The green-eyed boy got up and layed on the couch, about to cry.
He had a split lip, his nose was bleeding and he felt unable to move his right arm.
He didn't eated in all day, and he hadn't any forces to get up. The only thing he could do was close his eyes and try to sleep, wishing than tomorrow there weren't any fights.
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عشوائيCLARIFICATION: If you are here to consume this story as erotic content, I will ask you to leave, please. This story does not have those intentions, and the fact that someone seeks to consume it for those purposes goes against both the messages that...
