Bonten's Advisor

Sixteen

SANZU POV

Walking into the warehouse where the meeting between us and another group was to be held, I immediately knew that something was off. There were too few people for such trade to go ahead. I looked around back and forth, over and over again, but the lack of people made me feel weird. I gripped the sword's hilt tightly, preparing myself for anything that was to come my way.

"Why're you so tense for?" Mochizuki inquired, walking next to me as if there was nothing wrong.

"Something doesn't feel right," I answered, continuing to keep my eye out.

"Aww, is little Sanzu scared~?" Ran teased, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Fuck off!" I exclaimed, shoving him off of me and weaving out of his grasp. The sudden scuffle of feet in the distance set me off, quickly retracting my gun with one hand and pointing it in the direction of the feet, grasping the hilt of my sword tighter.

"Lower your weapon," The male voice exclaimed, but I kept it up and aimed at his head. I felt a nudge at my side. Takeomi gave me another nudge and then a look. I had to comply, and lowered my gun and placed it back into my pocket.

"Do you have what we asked of you?" Takeomi asked with a small hint of annoyance.

"Well, yes of course." The man replied, turning heel and walking away from us. "Follow me and I'll give it to you. Hope you have what we asked."

"Of course," Rindou answered, holding the black locked suitcase. We began to follow the man further into the warehouse, as small muffled female screams were heard, along with the sound of rattling chains. The man suddenly stopped walking and removed something from his pocket. There was a faint 'beep' sound before loud ratting sounds were heard from above.

"Oi! Move!" I instinctively moved and pushed the four of the executives out the way. I fell harshly on the floor, and as I lifted my head, there was a large metal box around me, locking me in. I couldn't see the situation outside, being locked in this metal box. I removed my gun and began to shoot at the middle of one of the metal panes, but there was nothing I could do.

"Sanzu! Are you good?" Mochizuki yelled out, as the sound of gunshots could be heard from the outside. I'm assuming that we were led in here. A trap. I knew my gut feeling was right.

"Yeah, I'm fine! We don't need more than one executive trapped so hurry up and go!" I yelled back, as I heard the sounds of gas. I looked up and instantly noticed the small holes in the ceiling of the metal box, pumping in some gas. This wasn't good. I removed the spare bullets I kept in the pocket on the underside of my suit jacket and loaded them into the gun, shooting at where the gas was entering. No use. I unsheathed my sword and tried to wedge it between the floor and the metal box but it was useless. I lowered myself down to the floor, trying to stall as much time as I could until I would either die or fall asleep. I took my phone out and immediately tried to send a message to Y/N, but there was something inside this box that didn't let me send a message. A signal blocker or something. I still typed the message and sent it, so it would send to Y/N when the box was removed. There was no way out of this. Soon enough, the odourless gas was inhaled, and after a few breathes, I began to lose consciousness.

By the time I woke up, I was out of the box and in shackles. My wrists were bound by handcuffs and hung over my head by another chain hanging from the ceiling. I had another chain wrapped tightly around my neck, connected to the wall. I was kneeling on the floor but thankfully my legs were free, but there really wasn't much I could do. The room was dimly lit, and it took a while for my eyes to adjust before being able to see. In front of me, on a chair was the man behind it all, bouncing a whore on his lap. The muffled moans and clinking of metal echoed in the dark room as the whore continued to bounce on the man's cock, as if no one was watching.