Prologue
His arms were pulled forcibly behind his back, a rope quickly tied around his red wrists, his feet bound together, restricting mostly every movement. He groaned loudly as they pulled him into the black van, and as he was thrown to the ground, a black veil covered his eyes. No longer did he even try to move, or speak, he lay there, on the dirty floor of the van, and waited … almost patiently. For them to reach the destination. To be honest, he couldn’t even comprehend what had happened, he only remembered being grabbed and shoved. As he stayed still, he listened carefully to the voices around him, all very close to him. Most of what he could hear where whispers, obviously trying to hide everything from the victim, and the rest of what he could make out were about pointless topics, nothing related to this subject anyway.
The van stopped suddenly, knocking his head back against a chair, and the door was flung open. Once again he was grabbed harshly and pulled out of the van this time. They had a hard time getting him to stand still on his feet though. It wasn’t like he was trying to be difficult; if he had the strength, of course, he would have been, but he had no control of his legs. One of the kidnappers, picked up the scared man and flung him over his sturdy shoulder, and walked inside the building. A wave of cold air brushed over the victims face, and he couldn’t stop himself from shivering.
A couple of minutes later, he was sat carefully down on a wooden chair; a very uncomfortable wooden chair. His hands were untied, but before anyone could make a single move, they were bound again behind the chair’s back. His ankles were attached to both of the chair legs, and the blindfold still covered over his strained eyes. He heard another chair being dragged across the room, it echoed all around him, but all of a sudden it stopped. A slightly warm voice, was the next sound he heard.
“Thank you for accepting our… invitation.” The stranger took a small breath, but continued his speech. “And your name is?”
The other did not speak. He felt no need to.
“Please tell me your name.” The voice sounded more demanding this time, but there was still no need for the other to say anything. At all. Apparently, the other realised he wasn’t going to get an answer.
“I really didn’t want to resort to violence, you know.” he said, but you could tell he was smiling.
The other scoffed. Yeah right. Before another thought could enter his head, a large pain quickly appeared at the side of his face; his cheek; and forced his head to the side. The stranger grabbed his hair, and forced his aching head back, the next blow though, was to his stomach.
“Your name.” And this did not sound like a question.
“Aiba Masaki.” the quick breaths that followed alerted the man that Aiba was indeed in pain. But it was all fun to them.
“Aiba-chan. Pleasure to meet you. My name is Sakurai Sho. You may call me whatever you like, of course.” Aiba could tell that Sho mocked him by bowing, his stomach ached though, as did his face, so he did not speak again.
“It’s nice we can talk like this.” Sho said, trailing Aiba’s cheek with his long fingers. Masaki wanted to vomit.
“Don’t touch me.” The sentence was out before he could stop himself, and he knew what was coming. Once again he was punched in the stomach, and he felt all air leave his body. He took deep, quick breathes, yearning for some air.
“Now, now. Don’t be like that. I can touch you if I want to.” As if he was further demonstrating the authority he had over Aiba, he trailed Aiba’s thigh, creating more pressure on his crotch area. Sho leaned in towards Aiba.
“And I can touch you wherever I want to, too.” he harshly squeezed his crotch, making Masaki moan out in pain. The manic laugh of the kidnapper filled the room. Aiba felt powerless, so he let his head fall down, no longer looking at anything in particular - not that he would see anything anyway - but he didn’t even want to feel Sho’s presence. He could he footsteps leaving the room slowly, and now he hoped to God he was alone. And after five minutes of silent praying, he whispered quietly.
“Help me.”
The van stopped suddenly, knocking his head back against a chair, and the door was flung open. Once again he was grabbed harshly and pulled out of the van this time. They had a hard time getting him to stand still on his feet though. It wasn’t like he was trying to be difficult; if he had the strength, of course, he would have been, but he had no control of his legs. One of the kidnappers, picked up the scared man and flung him over his sturdy shoulder, and walked inside the building. A wave of cold air brushed over the victims face, and he couldn’t stop himself from shivering.
A couple of minutes later, he was sat carefully down on a wooden chair; a very uncomfortable wooden chair. His hands were untied, but before anyone could make a single move, they were bound again behind the chair’s back. His ankles were attached to both of the chair legs, and the blindfold still covered over his strained eyes. He heard another chair being dragged across the room, it echoed all around him, but all of a sudden it stopped. A slightly warm voice, was the next sound he heard.
“Thank you for accepting our… invitation.” The stranger took a small breath, but continued his speech. “And your name is?”
The other did not speak. He felt no need to.
“Please tell me your name.” The voice sounded more demanding this time, but there was still no need for the other to say anything. At all. Apparently, the other realised he wasn’t going to get an answer.
“I really didn’t want to resort to violence, you know.” he said, but you could tell he was smiling.
The other scoffed. Yeah right. Before another thought could enter his head, a large pain quickly appeared at the side of his face; his cheek; and forced his head to the side. The stranger grabbed his hair, and forced his aching head back, the next blow though, was to his stomach.
“Your name.” And this did not sound like a question.
“Aiba Masaki.” the quick breaths that followed alerted the man that Aiba was indeed in pain. But it was all fun to them.
“Aiba-chan. Pleasure to meet you. My name is Sakurai Sho. You may call me whatever you like, of course.” Aiba could tell that Sho mocked him by bowing, his stomach ached though, as did his face, so he did not speak again.
“It’s nice we can talk like this.” Sho said, trailing Aiba’s cheek with his long fingers. Masaki wanted to vomit.
“Don’t touch me.” The sentence was out before he could stop himself, and he knew what was coming. Once again he was punched in the stomach, and he felt all air leave his body. He took deep, quick breathes, yearning for some air.
“Now, now. Don’t be like that. I can touch you if I want to.” As if he was further demonstrating the authority he had over Aiba, he trailed Aiba’s thigh, creating more pressure on his crotch area. Sho leaned in towards Aiba.
“And I can touch you wherever I want to, too.” he harshly squeezed his crotch, making Masaki moan out in pain. The manic laugh of the kidnapper filled the room. Aiba felt powerless, so he let his head fall down, no longer looking at anything in particular - not that he would see anything anyway - but he didn’t even want to feel Sho’s presence. He could he footsteps leaving the room slowly, and now he hoped to God he was alone. And after five minutes of silent praying, he whispered quietly.
“Help me.”