unscripted

one; damsel in distress

' b-but i didn't tell anyone about that! how c-come you of all people knew! ' i yelled, absolutely terrified.
' well... sometimes i watch you... but nothing creepy! when you're changing i close my eyes! i just wanna keep you safe and-- ' shuichi's hat covered his eyes, but i could tell he he was lying by his shaky, panting voice.
' creep... stay the fuck away from me! ' i clutched onto myself, shaky legs taking me somewhere. where? no idea. . .

i covered my chest with my arms. despite being fully clothed, i felt naked. . . violated and disgusted. . .

' hey, hey! where do you think you're going?! ' kaito snapped me back into reality, grabbing my wrist. i hissed in pain, him letting go. ' you said you'd stay away from there. ' i looked around, taking in my surroundings. my breath hitched when i realized where my legs had taken me.
' i. . . ' no words managed to come out. wide, fear-filled eyes staring at the tombstones in front of me. ' im sorry. . . ' i bowed lowly after a good few minutes.

' ouma, they're dead. they can't hurt you anymore, ' he scoffed, ruffling my hair. i nodded, fidgeting with my sleeves as i was escorted back outside. ' that bruise isn't from me, ' he caressed my cheek gently, examining the injury.
' i-i got it on the way h-home, ' i explained. ' i fell down that d-ditch. . . '
' that's a painfully obvious lie, but oh well, ' kaito bent down, placing some sort of numbing cream on it. whenever we sparred, he'd always win, having to treat my wounds afterwards. . . ' you're staring. '

' s-sorry! ' i quickly looked away, my cheeks dusted with pink. ' your hair's down. . . ' i noticed, blushing some more.
' didn't have time to spike it up! ' he chuckled lowly, standing back up after patching up the bruise. ' you good? looks like you have a fever, ' he gently placed the back of his hand on my forehead as i shook it off quickly.
' im fine~! for real~! ' i smiled widely, waving goodbye before he could say anything as i ran back home, forgetting about the previous incident completely. The previous incident. . .

a childhood friend that i thought i could trust. nice at first, but mentally twisted. he blamed it on trauma, but did nothing to fix it. his unhealthy obsession with danganronpa, his disgusting fetishes with kyoko kirigiri, a real person. ' i-ill change if it means i-- ' his words cut off as i woke up with a start, looking around.
' my vase. . . ' i frowned, staring at the broken vase full of wisteria. i wasn't fully awake to care nor fix it, turning to the other side as i continued to sleep, shivering a bit. it wasn't cold. . . why was i shivering?

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cold. . .

i opened my eyes slightly, the room pitch black. no... there's something covering my eyes. . . ' papa? ' was the first person i could think of that would do this to me. ' no. . . i killed you. . . momota-chan? ' i asked, wondering if this was some weird kink he had. ' let me go? '
' that would defeat the purpose of kidnapping, don't you think so, ouma chan~? ' his voice spoke.
' saihara?! ' i swallowed, shaking in my chair, the rope binding me to it.
' though, we won't have to worry. . . it's not like anyone will remember you to file a missing person's report~. . . ' he neared me, tilting me back in the chair. ' your body is so...so feminine~! '

' g-get away, bitchlet! ' i yelled, shuichi flinching.
' b-bitchlet~?! ' he laughed hysterically, mocking me as his hand traced down my chest to my stomach. ' your scars are so erotic~... ' he started cutting at my old, self-made scars, reopening them. i whimpered in pain, him stopping after a bit, rewrapping the bandages around them. ' i already touched you when you were unconscious. you make the cutest noises~! except. . . ' he played something.

my voice. . .
' ny~! kaito~! kai~... '

' you're disgusting! ' i growled, the blindfold being taken off. my eyes forced to glue onto the tv, kaito tied up on the floor.
' it's organ harvesting season~. . . i had trouble picking out a victim since i already killed all your bullies and abusers~! but you did your parents all by yourself, im so proud of you! '
' s-stop! ' i struggled in the binds, them just getting tighter as shuichi disappeared, appearing moments later on the tv. ' stop! don't hurt him! ' i screamed in horror as shuichi started cutting at his skin. slow, painful cuts, kaito letting out grunts and whimpers of pain.

it went on for days. weeks even. while i was treated like a prince, kaito was being tortured in front of my eyes and i couldn't do anything to help him. i tried running away, but i was punished. eventually, i gave up. watched the screen with dull eyes, eating like it was some stupid show.
' he's at his breaking point~! now we just gotta~... ' shuichi spoke, slicing down kaito's chest and stomach as i choked on my food.

' what are you doing?! you... you'll kill him! ' i sobbed, being held back by the chains on my ankles.
' i told you it's organ harvesting season... geez... you don't even listen~... ' shuichi spoke through his mic, kaito screaming in utter horror and agony. i squatted down, holding my head in my hands, covering my ears.
' stop! please! ill do anything! ' i begged.

pathetic. . .

' i can make you do anything regardless~. . . ' shuichi snickered, ripping out each vertebrae, piece by piece, creating an agonizing death for kaito, his shrieks and cries for help echoing in my ears. i just watched.
' stop. . . stop. . . ' i mumbled, clutching onto the chains, tugging weakly.
' the chains are brittle. . . almost seems like you want to stay~. . . ' shuichi snickered, cutting up the corpse delicately, almost professionally.

' let me go. . . ' i kept pulling and tugging, but to no avail.
' ive been treating you like nothing but royalty~. . . just like a princess~! ' he disappeared from the tv screen after cleaning up the mess, opening my room door. ' a princess in dire need of saving. . . '