FOREVER IN ABYSS

CHAPTER 31 - THE SLAVE

Aya let the talisman that she made dangle in the huge Japanese map.

Yuri stared at what she was doing while Keito seemed to be dozing off already. “Is it still long?” Yuri asked.

“Shh!” Aya shut him up.

“Can you really locate them using that?” Yuri asked again bored and sleepy.

“Why don’t you just sleep and dream your dreams than bother me?!” Aya asked in a seemingly irritated tone. She had been trying to concentrate but bothered by the parrot beak Yuri.

Yuri pushed himself up and propped at the sofa that he had been sitting. “Yeah, right. I’ll just try to sleep then.” He said.

Aya let the talisman stumble on the man for the third time. It landed on the same spot. She took note of the place. She know that place. She had been there before.

She tried to recall the buildings in the area.

Then, it dawned her. “I know where they are!” she exclaimed happily.

“Yuri, Keito, I know where they are!” she said trying to wake the two.

Yuri tried to focus as he was being shaken by Aya. “I know where they are.” She repeated.

Yuri jerked away and so was Keito. They looked at her happy face. And she nodded to them.

RYOSUKE WOKE UP FROM HIS SLUMBER. He was dead tired. His body wanted to give in. The bites in his neck and wrist were tingling in pain.

He tried to feel the pulse in his neck and felt the sting in the open wound. He didn’t dare cry because of it though for it will only make his head ache worse.

He just wanted for the pain to ebb away. He was even much ready to die if it will stop this torture.

He wondered how his fans will react if they learned that he, Yamada Ryosuke was inside a cell being fed upon, day and night.

He sniffed and it just made everything worse. He could smell his own blood which drenched his clothes. He hated the smell of blood, and particularly his own at this time forward.

He closed his eyes and let his mind drift. Happy thoughts… he told his subconscious mind. Happy thoughts, please… he pleaded himself.

He tried to recall his performances. He smiled despite of himself as he remembered walking the bar with Daiki. He remembered the first time he took off his top in a concert. The whole dome shouted in glee. He remembered his first concert. He remembered how he awed the audience in his solo number. He never expected to have his own solos before when he was just starting. 

He wanted to go back to those times. He wanted to cling on the ropes that sent him soaring through the crowd. He wanted to do something different in his solo. He wanted to fly again, and sing and dance with Jump.