𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ||ᴀᴍʙᴡ

𝟮.𝟱

I had been in this room for so long, I'd lost track of time. Days blurred together. Each time Kenji checked on me, he'd ask if I was ready to behave. I ignored him, and that never went well. His patience wore thin, and his anger flared, leaving me with a busted lip and a swollen cheek. He slapped the hell out of me. But I refused to give in, because that's exactly what he wanted.

The door opened, and Kenji stepped in. I ignored him again, but I could hear his footsteps approaching. He knelt down to my level. I was bound to a chair, and when he tried to lift my chin, I snapped my head to the side, refusing to let him touch me.

He gripped my face hard, his fingers digging painfully into my cheek. I groaned as he forced me to look into his eyes. "Never turn away from me!" he snarled.

"And I'll do it again," I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. His reaction was immediate—he lunged at me, his hands wrapping around my throat, choking me. I gasped for air as he watched, his eyes cold as my vision started to blur. Just as I thought I was drawing my last breath, he let go. I collapsed, coughing, tears streaming down my face. Terror washed over me as I realized how close I had been to death.

"Do you see how easily I could take your life? Don't upset me, Kireina," he spat, gripping my cheek again.

"Fuck you," I muttered under my breath, earning a hard slap on my thigh. I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting back the tears that filled my eyes. I refused to give him the satisfaction.

"You know what, Kireina? I think I've been too soft on you. I'll show you what happens to people who disobey me," he hissed.

I still wouldn't look at him. I hated that he was so handsome, hated that someone so good-looking could be so evil.

Kenji left the room and returned with two men dressed in black, dragging a bloodied man who was shackled and on his knees. The man begged for mercy, tears streaming down his face.

"Naifu o motte kite," Kenji ordered one of his men.
(T/S: "Bring the knife.")

One of the men pulled out a drawer and retrieved a knife, handing it to Kenji. He then signaled the others to place the bound man in the chair in front of me. After tying him down, Kenji swiftly sliced off the man's pinky finger, and the room was filled with his agonized screams.

I turned away, goosebumps rising on my skin, but Kenji wouldn't have it. "Look at me. I SAID LOOK AT ME!" he shouted.

I squeezed my eyes shut until I felt one of his men grab my head, forcing me to watch.

"Keep your eyes open, Kireina. This is happening because of you. If you had just given in, this could've been avoided," Kenji said coldly.

Tears streamed down my face as I witnessed the horror in front of me. One of Kenji's men handed him a katana. Kenji whispered something in the man's ear, and the poor man began trembling uncontrollably. With a swift motion, Kenji decapitated him, and the man's head landed in my lap, his lifeless eyes staring up at me. I froze, too shocked to scream, though some pee escaped as I sat there paralyzed with fear.

Before I could react, my vision blurred, and my head slumped to the side. I passed out.

.

When I woke up, I was no longer in the same room. I was in Kenji's bedroom, dressed in new clothes. I pulled my legs to my chest, trembling. Hugging my knees, I tried to calm myself, but my chest tightened, and I could hardly breathe. Panic surged through me. I pinched my legs, desperate to catch my breath. Then, I felt a hand gently touch me, and I recoiled instantly.

When I looked up, Kenji's dark eyes met mine. I shook my head violently—no, no, no.

"Kireina, breathe. Breathe," he said, trying to calm me. "You're having a panic attack. You'll be fine, just remember to breathe."