Play With Me

Day 10

"Good morning, Marcie."

I rolled over so my back faced the door. I wished that everything that happened yesterday was a dream, but when I woke up I was still in Takuya's house. Well ain't that some shit.

"Marcie, I brought you breakfast. I made it myself, like a good husband."

"You aren't nor will ever be my husband!" I exclaimed. My back was still turned.

I heard heavy footsteps and a tray being placed on the bedside table. The bed sheets were suddenly pulled off of me. I sat up in the bed and faced Takuya angrily.

"What the fu-"

"Don't ever say that again!" He boomed. My face softened. "You will be mine no matter what, so don't ever say I won't be your husband."

"I'd rather die." I hissed.

A smirk appeared on his face. "Speaking of death, your present is waiting for you."

My brows furrowed at that. How does death correlate to a present? He wouldn't kill me, and I hope he won't kill Amara. What if he's talking about Kenji?

"A present?" I questioned softly.

"Yeah, I would say eat first before I show you, but I think it would be best to eat after." He chuckled a bit.

Takuya forcefully took my hand and pulled me out of bed. I stumbled a bit and was dragged down the olive green color hallway. I caught a glimpse of the kitchen which was huge. We went down another hallway and stopped at the end of it. There was a door at the end.

Takuya took out a key and opened it. He led me down the stairs of the dark room. My heart was beating louder the closer we got to the bottom. Takuya looked back at me and smiled.

As soon as my eyes laid on him I gasped loudly. Takuya let go of my hand as I slowly fell to my knees. Kenji looked half dead tied to a chair.

His pale skin that had a golden glow was now just a dull and dead pale. Blood was all over him. I crawled towards him and cupped his cheeks.

"Kenji, wake up." I cried.

He was still unconscious. He was barely breathing. Takuya scoffed in annoyance. Tears wouldn't stop running down my face. I noticed at the rips and tears in Kenji's clothes. Then I saw all the cuts and bruises that covered his body.

"Do you want to know why I kept him here?" Takuya questioned.

"Fine, why?"

"I wanted to recreate page 47." He replied.

My face scrunched up in confusion. "Page 47?"

"You don't remember? It's one of your favorite pages, since it's folded. It's one of my favorites too." He smirked.

Page 47....

That's a page in my notebook! A very detailed and gory page as well. Oh no, he's going to recreate it with Kenji.

He slashed the poor boy's wrists and other parts of the body where there were major arteries.

That was the first part that came to mind. I examined Kenji's body. He was cut up just like how I described. Takuya really is trying to recreate it. I don't want him to die, especially like how I described it.

His body being cut up. Being beaten until he's too weak to even breathe. Then bash his head to bits with a steel bat.

I can't believe I wrote that. Sometimes I feel like my imagination is too wild. That black notebook proves it.

"Since part one is done," Takuya untied Kenji, "let's begin part two."

"No, please don't." I pleaded.

"Hm... Nah I still wanna try it." He smirked.

Takuya punched Kenji causing him to fall off the chair. Kenji let out a pained groan. I pushed Takuya away before he could throw another blow. I noticed a steel bat in the corner of the room. It was almost invisible due to the little bit of light in the room.

I rushed to grab the bat and attempted to swing at Takuya. He dodged the first time then grabbed my wrists and spun me around. He had me pinned against the wall with a death grip on my wrists. I dropped the bat. His jaw clenched in anger. 

"You seriously thought of knocking me out with that bat?" He chuckled bitterly. "Do you hate me that much? You're so selfish for wanting to escape, think about how I feel."

I didn't answer. Takuya let go of me and picked up the bat. "He's already struggling to breathe," he muttered, "Why not put him out of his misery?" 

My heart raced in fear. My breathing sped up. He's going to beat Kenji to death. If I beg, will Takuya listen? If I promise to stay will Kenji be free?

"Takuya, don't!" I cried. "I'll do anything, please. I will stay! I will be yours! Please don't kill him."

He turned back, making direct eye contact with me. "Oh Marcie, begging me not to only makes me want to kill him more." He smirked.

His grip tightened on the bat as he looked down at Kenji on the floor struggling to breathe. Kenji barely moved. I started screaming for Takuya to stop, but it was like he was in his own little world. Takuya raised the bat above his head as he muttered a few last words, "I'm sorry it had to end this way...dear friend."

He repeatedly hit Kenji in the head. Kenji's skull being distorted with every blow. Blood splattering everywhere, even on both Takuya and my face. I was frozen in shock. I didn't move, I didn't speak, I didn't even know if I was breathing. I just watched as Takuya turned Kenji's head into mush. 

He's dead because of me. Kenji, I'm so sorry.

Takuya threw the bat across the room. He brushed a blood covered hand through his hair as he exhaled. I couldn't even look at that maniac. He just killed my only friend. His only excuse was because he got too close with me, which Takuya couldn't do and he blamed Kenji.

"How about we eat breakfast now?" Takuya suggested nonchalantly.

"I want to go home!" I sobbed.

"But Marcie, you're already home." He said softly.

"THIS ISN'T MY HOME SO STOP SAYING THAT!"

I used the sleeve of my shirt to wipe my tears. I looked up at Takuya's face. He looked concerned for once. He reached for my hand but I swatted it away. I don't want his filthy hands to touch me. The same hands that has killed people.

"Listen, I'm sorry you had to see that, but it had to be done." He reasoned.

"No it didn't! He didn't deserve to die. You're a monster!"

Takuya stared at the floor in silence. After a few minutes, his gaze was back up at me.

"You created this monster."