"In the darkness of your eyes" | ☆Soukoku Fanfiction☆ | BSD |

Ch.3

Dazai observed Chuuya with satisfaction, his face devoid of emotion, his eyes now seeming empty, drained of any spark of rebellion. "Good, Chuuya. Now listen closely."

Dazai’s words were whispered with calm precision, each syllable an inescapable command that seeped into the superhero’s mind like a subtle poison. "Follow me."

Without any hesitation, Chuuya took a step forward, his movements fluid yet mechanical. His eyes, still fixed on Dazai, showed no resistance. He walked behind him like a puppet, his feet brushing the ground as if guided by invisible strings.

The silence of the night was broken only by the sound of Chuuya’s footsteps, the sole echo in the now-deserted city. Dazai led him toward an old, abandoned building, his secret base, hidden among the ruins of the district. The entrance was a rusted iron door that creaked loudly as Dazai pushed it open.

Inside, the darkness was interrupted only by a single lamp hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the center of the room. In the center, a metal chair awaited, as if it had been prepared specifically for the occasion.

"Come," Dazai ordered in a honeyed voice, gesturing toward the chair with a wave of his hand.

Chuuya moved without a hint of hesitation, his eyes still lost in the haze of hypnosis. He sat on the chair, his hands resting in his lap, completely still. The silence in the room was almost oppressive as Dazai approached with slow, deliberate movements.

He smiled with a subtle malice. "You’ve been so good, Chuuya," he murmured, leaning down in front of him, "and now I'll tie you up, so we can continue our conversation… without distractions."

He pulled out sturdy ropes, the rough fabric ready to bind Chuuya’s wrists against the cold metal of the chair. As he worked, Dazai looked up at his prisoner. Chuuya made no movement to resist, his body completely under Dazai's control, docile as he had never been before.