Tᴏᴋʏᴏ Gʜᴏᴜʟ Rᴇ:Cᴏᴅᴇᴅ

Bloom

"Mother, I'm so fucked up."

He didn't know how long it had been anymore. Days? Weeks? Months? Couldn't be years right?

The last thing he could recall before losing consciousness was getting thrashed by Jason and then nothing.

When he came to, he was chained to a chair surrounded by multiple ghouls including Nico, Ayato, and Yamori.

The leader identified himself as Tatara and he was even more intimidating than Yamori. He'd asked Kaneki about what he wanted from this world and when he couldn't tell him, he gave Yamori permission to do what he pleased with him.

He was immediately brought to a large room Yamori referred to as his 'Playroom', and placed in the center of it next to table with medical tools on it.

They looked rusty and had dried blood stains all over them which made the area reek of copper.

Yamori donned his mask and thus became Jason, the source of his pain and suffering.

He slammed down a bucket next to Kaneki and told him that he was going to fill it up before grabbing a syringe filled with a smelly liquid.

He explained that it was an RC suppressant that would prevent him from using his kagune and enhanced strength and said that it could only be injected via the eyeball.

Kaneki screamed in agony as the needle pierced his pupil and injected the vile liquid into him. That's when the real pain began.

Jason pulled out a pair of pliers and began cutting his fingers and toes off one by one, all the while making the young man count down from 1000 in increments of 7.

He'd then feed him, give him another injection, wait for the parts to regrow and then began the process all over again. Over and over and over and over until he got bored and left or called to a meeting.

Eventually his nails had turned black while his hair began to lighten. Marie Antoinette syndrome was thought to be a myth at one point but apparently it was real. Kaneki had been brought to the brink of insanity but kept sane by the counting. It was pure agony.

Then he did something that no person should ever do to another.

He came in the middle of the night with ill intent apparent on his face as he walked over grabbed his head by his hair.

He unlocked the chains that bound his victim and ripped off his outfit before sitting himself down in the chair.

Kaneki had been too weak to resist as the older man began to fondle and violate him in various ways.

It lasted for a good hour, ending with him with a face covered by the man's load. When he awoke he was still in pain and in an entirely new outfit.

His body had already began healing but it was his mind that was the most damaged. His eyes held no hope anymore. No light. He was just existing.

That's when she came. Her purple locks as vibrant as ever. Her eyes that sent hearts aflutter. Her figure that left more to be desired. Rize Kamishiro.

There was no way she was actually there though. Just his mind trying to find a way to cope with what was going on. And he was fine with that.

She berated him about being weak. About not doing anything while Touka and the others got taken down. She alone had the power to handle Jason and Ayato's little twerp ass wouldn't have able to do a damn thing.