Fetishes | Joji |

"Eggs and Bakey"

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"Wake up." A splash of cold water hits my face, making me jump. I couldn't wipe off the droplets of water near my eyelids because I'm still tied down to a chair, naked. "Good morning, Kusunoki. Am I allowed to call you that? Or you still don't want to accept your father's last name?" I noticed that the man had a mask on, only revealing a small portion of his scar-filled chin.
"That's none of your business." He laughed as he threw the bucket behind me. I flinch after hearing the loud tumbling of the bucket.
"It isn't now? But, you told me so many things about you when we were close. Didn't your daddy do things to you when you were younger? Is that why you hate him, Kusunoki?" He took out a pocket knife and started to cut the ropes around my arms and legs. "Don't try anything stupid. I just want to have fun with you. It's only morning, after all."

The "best" way to describe my father... sick. A sick man who wasn't right in his head. They found out about his mental disorder when it was too severe for even strong medications and after my incident. Many years ago, when I was just a child, I was alone with my father in my room. We were playing video games while mother went to the grocery store. I barely was around my "sexual awakening", yet knew a thing or two about sex.
I remember losing the game and being sad about. I remember my father tickling me in order to cheer me up... I remember my father tickling... me... somewhere...

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"Get out of your little daydream, bitch. Didn't you dream enough last night?" The man said while grabbing my forearm and practically dragging me out of this dark room.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, only to be ignored by him.
We go up a staircase, which makes me believe that I was in his basement. As we came out of this room, I looked around. For someone so psychotic, this house seemed pretty normal. Suddenly, he opens another door and pulls me in. He turns on the light, revealing a bed with nightstands on each side, a closet and a desk near the covered window. All too normal...
"Get on the bed." He ordered. I shook my head. "Get on the fucking bed or I'll rip your hair off." Grabbing me by my hair, he drags me onto the bed. I try to resist him but because I haven't eaten or drank anything, I'm too weak.

Once on the bed, he sits next me. "I want to show you something, but you have to be nice. There's no use trying to escape when every possible exit is locked. Plus, if you do, I might just kill you and we don't want that, right?" I stared at him blankly. "Right." He got up and walked to the closet. After opening it, he walked in and began to search around the mess.
"Ah, here it is!" He came out almost running with a binder in one hand and a jersey in the other.
"Kusunoki, you probably want to completely forget about high school but I have so many photos of you and others in this photo album!" He slightly opens it and shuts it back. "It's mostly you, but you know. I had to act like I wasn't so obsessed with you, my best friend." He opens it again and revealed the first page. It had a small poem that read:

High School has its ups and downs
But mostly ups when I see you
High School made me realize stuff
Like how you can easily hide a frown
Or how you were cool if you were buff
But mostly how you can easily fall in love
Fall in love with you
Or fall in love with the thought of being with you
Right?

"This made no sense." I thought to myself. I looked over at him. He was smiling enthusiastically while reading the first page over and over. He caressed the poem like if it was a child and finally turned the page.
"Freshman Year!" The man out his arm behind my shoulders and started pointing out some of the photos. "We're both in this photo, but there's so many people that you might not remember who I actually am or what I looked like. This was our first day of school! We still didn't know each other but I promise you, it gets better!"
He babbles more about how his first day was and how lonely he felt until he saw me in the classroom. "When I first saw you, I felt something weird in my stomach. The feeling that I should've gotten with a girl, but no! I felt that with you!"

After a while, and a couple of pages, we get to the part where he claims we started to be friends. Junio year. "In this picture, I kind of drew over the faces of your other friends but we were going on a field trip! Can you spot me? I know you had a lot of friends because you couldn't accept the fact that you were lonely and depressed, so you looked for people that were just as bad as you, but I was different!"
This man's feelings were confusing me. He compliments and bathes me with sweet words and then suddenly changes it into insults and reminding me of my teenage traumas.
"Senior year, where you got more popular with the preppy girls and asshole jocks and lost two important things. Your virginity and... me." I gazed at him confused, trying to put the puzzle together. I look back at the photos on this page and study them. The first few were pictures of my old friends and him, but they slowly change into paparazzi-like photos.
I look closely at the only two faces that weren't drawn on. Mines and his, yet the photo is so damaged that I can't clearly see how he used to look. "Fuck." I thought to myself.

"You started to ignore all of your old friends, but mostly me. Your new friends started to pick on me and you did nothing. Don't worry, I still loved you unconditionally because that's what best friends do. Right? Right?!"
He suddenly threw the book across the room and pushed me down on the bed. I tried to resist, but gave up rapidly.
"What are you going to do?" He doesn't answer and takes out a needle with substance in it. He holds me down harder and smiles. "Stop!" I tried to kick him, but he got on top of my legs. After a few seconds of trying to get him off, he successfully injects the substance in me.
"Sweet dreams, my dear. When you wake up, we're gonna have the time of our lives! I'm gonna go get my little toys, just like your father did. Don't worry, you won't be out all day. Just... for... a... while..."

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I wake up and noticed I'm tied up once again, but this time to the bed. In front of me, I see the man with a wand-like object in his hand. "Are you ready to have some fun, Kusunoki?" He got closer and revealed the the artifact was in fact a vibrator. Bzzzzzzz. "Just like your father did to you!"
He got close to my face and kissed me on the lips. Then, he dragged the vibrator slowly over my chest and torso. Finally, he starts to "tickle me" there. It felt good but it didn't mean I wanted it. I looked over at him and start imagining my father. I start to cry as I remembered that day.
"Stop... please... Dad!"