Dark Worlds, Soft Touches : My best friend's brother Gundham Tanaka

Chapter 15- Rescue Mission

Akira POV
*I had so much fun writing a certain part of this chapter.

Time slipped away unnoticed as I found myself trapped in an undisclosed location, at the mercy of Korekiyo and his twisted family. Within this eerie setting, Korekiyo had constructed a nightmarish dollhouse structure, drenched in an overwhelming sea of pink and blue. The walls were adorned with an unsettling assortment of pictures, each one capturing the essence of Hikari, the sister whose presence loomed over me like a haunting specter.

The dollhouse itself stood encased in a glass prison, its miniature rooms and intricately crafted details mocking my entrapment. It was a surreal and unsettling sight, a distorted reflection of Korekiyo's obsessions and desires. The dolls of girls within seemed to have a life of their own, their vacant eyes staring into the depths of my soul, as if mocking my futile attempts to escape.

Every day, Korekiyo's mother would deliver me meager sustenance, slipping it through a small opening in the glass case. It became painfully clear that she was complicit in her son's sinister plans, her actions cementing my role as both captive and pawn in their twisted game.

Korekiyo only visited me once a week. During his infrequent visits, he would address me by his sister's name. He would regale me with stories, each one highlighting the profound impact Hikari had on his life. As he spoke, his voice carried an unsettling mix of affection and obsession, leaving me feeling both disturbed and unnerved by the depths of his fractured psyche.

The scrapbook he had provided me with was an archive of Hikari's life, filled with photographs that chronicled her every move. It was a chilling reminder of the extent to which Korekiyo had fixated upon his sister, his obsession manifesting in the twisted dollhouse and the confinement I found myself trapped within.

As days turned into weeks, I desperately searched for a way to escape, to break free from this nightmarish existence. But with each passing moment, it became increasingly apparent that both Korekiyo and his mother were firmly entrenched in their shared delusions, leaving me with little hope of salvation.

As I delved deeper into the disturbing scrapbook left behind by Korekiyo, the true extent of his depravity was revealed. It was a chilling revelation that he had managed to claim the lives of 99 innocent girls before setting his sights on me as his 100th victim. Each page of the scrapbook was a testament to his twisted desires, a haunting visual record of lives cut short.

Among the unsettling truths hidden within the pages, I discovered the tragic tale of Korekiyo's older sister. From a young age, she had been plagued by illness, forced to endure countless hospital visits. But as she reached the age of 16, her condition worsened, ultimately leading to her untimely demise. It was clear that she had lived a life of isolation, devoid of genuine friendships, shunned by a society that saw her sickness as a barrier. And yet, it was through this sickly sister that Korekiyo found solace and love.

Disturbingly, the scrapbook hinted at a dark and twisted relationship between Korekiyo and his sister. It suggested that she had groomed and sexually abused him. While I couldn't be certain of the veracity of these claims, if they were indeed true, it was a tragic revelation that added another layer of complexity to the disturbed psyche of Korekiyo. Despite the imminent threat of murder that loomed over me, a part of me couldn't help but empathize with his twisted infatuation, understanding the depths of his perverted love for a sister lost to him.

The realization of my impending fate weighed heavily upon me, the knowledge that I was to become the 100th victim in Korekiyo's grotesque quest. It was a sickening revelation that left me trembling with fear and revulsion, trapped in a web of darkness from which escape seemed increasingly elusive.