...for the Sanos

chapter 31⚠️

A blow of disgust within him. Disgust is what is being all filled in in his this weak and fragile body and it's unfortunate to even feel that emotion first of every other. What happened to him? Where has he come to? His eyes, they are feeling heavy, it's so difficult to atleast see the little light that's disturbing his closed iris, forcing to open up. But soon he realises how dirty he might be feeling all over again. The same old feeling he felt when he was got here and raped for the first time. But again what can this feeling be called, his body being still hungry for that embrace once again. But his consciousness hating to breathe the closeness at all.

He feels weak and tired all over, his jaws hurting and he feels so numb like he has got his teeth broken and bloods spilling all over. But luckily, by that little luck of his, it's just his saliva and his swollen gums. Absolutely no, how idiotic of him to term this like it was the same as the first time. Worse, this was worse. It hurt, he doesn't know whether over his chest or what's under it. Mikey hit him....

Not once, twice but countless blows just because he mentioned something that he himself forgot, but takemichi is sure that it displeased the man.
"Ah...."
Tears flowed down again. Like melting crystals they kept on flowing bitterly in big droplets. He just wanted to gulp down that lump of pain in his throath, but his jaw hurt him more than his own certainty. He is paralyzed he has nothing left within himself.

Mikey was happy, takemichi was crazy that he thought it that way. Mikey would be gentle, takemichi should have hit himself for even imagining it. Regret, takemichi regrets everything now. He regrets for even breathing at that moment. Oh, he remembers enough of this, but he can't remember what he said to recieve so much of abuse?  Wasn't takemichi looking gorgeous enough that Mikey did not like while having se...no more like raping him, breaking him? Is that what kinda pissed Mikey off so much enough to beat him?

He slowly opens his eyes with all efforts he could put in. It felt like his muscles tore but nevermind, his disfigured body is killed anyway. The snap hurt too much and the dim light in the room wasn't helping at all. Takemichi sniffled reminiscing the way Mikey broke him yesterday, wait...is the day even passed yet. It's kinda cold, did Mikey leave the ac on? It's wet on this soft surface, not comforting at all. It's more like disturbing, traumatizing and it feels like he is getting sunken in deep into this wetness of death.

His muscles hurt as the man tried to move himself and to only find him being handcuffed behind his back. They are shackles cankling as he moves. The sound squeezes him into the images of Mikey, Mikey doing him this, Mikey doing him that and takemichi whimps out rejections and pleadings till he realises that theres no soul but even the alives still haunting him. At least he is dressed enough, this looks like some womens frog but fine, it's fine...

Takemichi could hear more shackles sounding as he tries to curl up in a ball, trying to stay low in his own little shattered bubble. It hurts in between and it feels filled up inside, something's shoved in...but that's...fine...

"Takemitchy♡...are you up yet?"
The voice halts takemichi awake completely, eyes widened, entirely showing how terrified he was. Takemichi couldnt move a inche, it felt like his body got stiff at that point unable to even react the freight he was going through. Takemichi heart was beating fast, faster and faster, more closer did Mikey get to him. But his abnormility still remains, the excitement of his body still tortures him, tests his limits. Yet atleast his stomach is done with this shit, it wanted to puke with disgust and filth so bad.

Mikey hovered over takemichi seeing his beauty looking so wonderful under him covered with blood, all imperfect just for him and even this imperfections did not even seem enough to let takemichi look soo imperfect. He looked like a manicured art, a glistening peice of heaven worth the all the wonders of the universe.
"Oh I see...you have been waiting for me right? Takemitchy?"
Takemichi felt blind, that smile sent him shivering and feverish all over again. And his consciousness only did suddenly warn him not to say what he said last night again...but the fact he doesn't know what he said last night... Takemichi started crying louder yet Mikey who in the mood of not being able to read the situation turned out to take a tremendously vicious turn to takemichi. Takemichi grew all pale still crying trying his best to make no sound...

"Pleas...se...let me...go Mikey...."

*Punch*

"Ah!"

*Punch*

"Oh my Mitchy....you are sooo beautiful "
Takemichi trembled, his nose bleeding at the blows. Yes he remembered, he remembered why he had been punched. It hurt, it freaking hurting, he felt suffocated, isolated, depressed...and fun fact? He is... Takemichi felt alone, looking above him with his little strength...he could see only death...Mikey? Who is he... Takemichi only know the deadliest death right infront of his eyes. He only needs to know when to hug this death, this grim reaper tight, atleast...the pathway to either heaven or hell, won't be this torturous.

Death was smiling, funny as it sounds right...but for takemichi, this had a deeper view to look at. Mikey leaned in closer planting kisses over the huffing Michi. Mikey cooed at the cool feeling of his baby's skin which triggered confidence within to warm his baby up. As his kisses continueed, Mikey lovingly slipped his hand over takemichi thighs to where he had shoved in a dildo for sessions like now, so that he did not have to waste time and he would already be captured completely into the warm carvern of his takemitchy that as he longs for every second to bury himself in.

Mikey thursted in, takemichi left soft muffles filling the empty atmosphere. The creaking of the bed grew louder as Mikey increased his pace, while the said man melted into the lustful glory. The shackles crinckled as if in a rythm along with the skin slappings, echoeing like chimz of happiness, but here was all despair and completely the opposite of what can be said as warm pleasure. Takemichi cried out, ignored his own moans while he unintentionally let his voice and body do whatever it wanted.

"We will be together....always...right takemichi?"
Mikey reached out to the belt messily throw at the edge when gaining small disapprovals filled with fear from his Mitchy. Mikey didn't mind the wet and slide bloody texture that  coated the belt he held, knowing this came from the previous thingz tht happened within this four walls. Takemichi can't run, definately not away from him and thats what Mikey wants. Mikey slapped the belt over takemichi wounded buttcheeks, letting fresh blood ooz out off the healing platelates. Takemichi agonizing screame grew up some uncertain satisfaction over Mikey's face. What was it? The thought thinking takemichi would never run away after this?...