Fetishes | Joji |

Getting to know you

A pounding in my head wakes me up from what felt like an eternal slumber. I try to touch my head yet noticed that my arms and legs were tied up to a chair.
"Where... Where am I?" I think as I begin to look at my surroundings. I looked down and saw that I was completely naked. My heart started to beat faster as I realized what was happening.
I've been kidnapped. Panicking, I frantically move my body as I failed miserably to get out of my restraints. From a distance I heard what seemed to be footsteps accompanied by a deep laughter.
The door suddenly opens, revealing a tall, skinny man. All I could see from his face was that smile... that sinister smile. He takes a few steps, letting go of the door to slam. He seems to be holding something, but the little lighting of the moon in this room wasn't helping.

"Look who's finally awake." The man spoke in a strange voice. I felt his presence closer as he kept smiling. "I'm going to have so much fun with my new toy."
I start to scream for help, only to receive a punch to my face. "Don't be a cunt. You try that again and I'll kill you." The man walked towards what looked like a table with many objects on it. He grabs a couple of them with a look of indecision. "It would be a shame to just get rid of my toy. So, please, don't make this hard on me or yourself."
He puts one of the objects back on the table. He walks back to me, trying to hide what he took behind his back. He kneels down in front of me.
The man with glasses and scrawny short hair stared deeply into my eyes. "Oh, the things that I'm going to do to you."
He starts to smile as he reveals the little object in his hand. The moon's light shining softly on that sharp, metal artifact. "You may not remember me, but I've been following you since the day I met you. I've seen you grow into the little man that you are. A greedy cunt, I should say. Yet, that makes you more interesting." He lays the blade on my thigh and starts to caress my leg.

"What do you want from me?" I asked nervously, awaiting to see his next move.
He grabbed the blade and looked at me, "Nothing, Joji. I just want to get to know you better. I mean, a little more than I already know." Laughing, he placed the sharp edge of the blade firmly on my skin.
I tensed up. "Are you scared? I don't remember you being afraid of anything or anyone in high school." The man dug it into my skin, moving it slowly across my thigh. "Right over your old scars!" I start to scream, resulting in more and more cuts around my thigh. He grabbed a small potion-like bottle and placed it over the blood running down my leg.

"Remember the first day of spring, March 19, 2010? The Sakura trees were starting to bloom, just like the one inside of you? Yet, someone killed your tree, no?" He got up and walked towards a shelf full of other small bottles. "What was her name? Lauren?"
"Shut up." He scoffed.
"A popular girl who you were deeply in love with. The way she stomped over your feelings towards her and made you seem like a fool in a hall full of students? 'Who would be with a half jap like you?' Oh, what a shame. After that you were the joke for the rest of the year."
I started to cry as he made me recall the memory of being bullied in high school. My nickname after that was "George, the half coin slotted jap." The fact that I was half Australian and half Japanese made me an outcast. I was never able to hang out with other Asian kids because I wasn't "Asian enough." The only people who hung out with me were American teens that came to study abroad or who've been living in my hometown for many years.

"Who are you? How do you know that?" The man walked back to me, grabbing a bottle as he passed the table.
"I was one of your friends, but you're gonna have to guess who." He opened the bottle and sniffed it. "Now, I'm your worst nightmare." He poured the substance onto my leg, making me shout in pain. It stings... it burns... it's alcohol.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I shouted at him as he smiled sinisterly.
He leaned forward and whispered "Because why not? I'm obsessed with you, with your body, your smell, your..." he licked my cheek slowly, "...taste. I'm going to unleash all of my fetishes onto you. I need to release this urge to do pleasurable things to you." The man gazed at my eyes and smiled. "And you know what turns me on? The fact that you can't do anything to stop me." He leaned in and kissed my lips, almost sticking his warm tongue into my mouth. Suddenly, he laughs and slaps me.

I start to cry as he walked towards the door. "Sleep tight, my prince."
What have I gotten myself into? How did I get here? I'm so confused and overwhelmed at the fact that my old friend wants to torture me with his pleasures.
I look down at the fresh cuts and begin to remember my dark past. After being bullied for so long, I fell into a depression and started to do things to myself. From cutting to burning, I always felt at ease afterwards. It was the only way that I thought I could release my anger and now I hate looking at my body full of scars. These cuts only bring back dark moments from my past.
I kept crying until nothing came out. Until I suddenly fell asleep.