I've been stuck here for three days. Three days, of being tied to a chair, with swords sticking out of me, and a ball gag in my mouth, and a blindfold on my eyes. I think the guy that kidnapped me is actually getting off from this.
"Hello darling." The sickly sweet voice says, I shudder at what he might do to me today. Yesterday, he heated a screwdriver, and stuck it in my thigh, the sad part, it's still there. "Those little pests have been looking for you again, you know, it's really starting to bug me." The man says, I hear some paper flipping and imagine him going through a checklist on what to hurt me with this time.
"Fuck you." I say, but instead it comes out muffled from the ball gag. The screwdriver is suddenly pulled out from my thigh, and I almost moan at the feeling of it leaving my body. That's one less torture device.
"Maybe I should have some more fun with you. I wasn't specified on how to take care of you." I feel the zipper of my shorts undo, as well as the button. Now I'm really scared. I shake my head, trying to use my hair as a weapon, but it doesn't work. "Yeah, you agree with me?" The man chuckles, and pulls down my shorts as well as my underwear. "Good, now I'm gonna enjoy myself, and your not going to do anything about it." With that, I broke down.
This is when I lost everything; my dignity, my strength, and nearly my sanity. I was almost broken- no, I was broken, and I wasn't coming back anytime soon.
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"Ok, so we've used screwdriver, swords, chains, knifes, daggers, guns- oh, we haven't used this yet." The man says, and fear rushes over me. What more can he do? He's taken away everything. "How about we-" a ring tone goes off, and the man groans. "Hold on darling, I'll just be a moment." Footsteps can be heard as he walks off. "Well guess what, you get to talk to someone. Now I'm gonna take this off you, and your gonna tell me who you want to contact. No biting, screaming or anything like that, or I'll chop off a finger." The ball gag comes off, and I take a breath.
"Shuu." I whisper hoarsely, the man chuckles, and a click is heard.
"Ok, shuu sakamaki?" He questions causing me to nod. "Alright, I'll call him right now." Clicks and dials go throughout the deathly silent room. "Ah! Mr. Sakamaki, I have someone here who wishes to speak with you." The phone is pressed against my ear and shoulder.
"Hello?" Shuu asks, I gulp.
"Shuu?" I whisper, hearing a breath of joy on the other line.
"Y/N! Where are you, you've been gone for two weeks." Shuu states, his voice happy and sad at the same time.
"I don't know. Look, I just wanna say that it was nice getting to know you, I'm glad we became friends." I say softly, tears falling down my cheeks.
"What are you saying? You sound like your saying goodbye!" He says urgently, shuffling and voices go of throughout the background. "Look, I'm coming to get you. Just, hold on, I'll be there soon, just hold o-" the phone clicks shut, and I take a deep breath before shuddering again.
"That was so touching!" The man cries for a moment, before clearing his throat. "Anyway, our location has been compromised, we must leave. But they won't get here for a few days, let's have some more fun!" The man says, and I hear a clicking, but not from a gun. "This baby took a few days to get here, but we got it now!" A round thing goes at my nose, and a click goes off.
"Ahh!" I screech, the feeling of something going through my nose hurting.
"I regret putting that gag on you, your screams are so much more delicious!" The man moans, and I feel even more sickened. "Now we'll put one here as well." A click goes on my belly button, and I scream again. "Don't worry, I'm only putting them in places you'll look pretty! Now let's try my other toy, with my friend!" The man whistles, and a chair pulls up beside me. "Now what would you like? A butterfly? How about an apple! You seem to love those very much! Put an apple on her thigh." That when the real screams begin.
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