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“I’m scared…Daddy…please help me.”
Your skin is smooth under his gloved hands, this much he can tell; he could appreciate it if the circumstances had been different. But under these circumstances it is anything but arousing. This is business, nothing more. A show; for you, for your father, for his bosses, for anyone who watches this little video. He knows you are scared of him, scared of what he might do to you, how far he could go. But Sakazuki has no intentions of raping you. He does have very little qualms when it comes to various criminal acts but one thing he does not see any appeal in is forcing himself onto women. This does not mean he feels bad about traumatizing you, however.
Your whimpering becomes louder when his hand travels underneath your shirt, his fingers following every little bump of your ribcage agonizingly slowly until they reach the wire of your bra. You squirm underneath him, calling out to your father as the fear of what must inevitably happen nestles in every fiber of your being. Sakazuki simply watches you through the small holes of his mask – the trademark mask that’s become famous over the decades and that’s been associated with the yakuza group he’s part of. He knows it strikes fear into the bones of anyone who sees it; it haunts the dreams of children and adults alike.
He leans down on you, his weight pressing your body harder into the mattress and the cool plastic of the dog mask grazes the side of your face. You freeze, eyes wide open in fear, pupils blown wide, waiting for what will come next. His pelvis is pressing against your soft bottom; he is not hard but he doubts you’ll notice this, too preoccupied with the threat of violence alone through this gesture. You whisper a silent “please” only he can hear but it doesn’t reach his heart.
Your pleas grow louder when his fingers probe alongside your bra, testing the resistance of it as he tries to nudge one finger between your skin and the wire. He can feel the soft underside of your right breast, the tip barely gracing it but he won’t go further. With a grunt he retrieves his hand and sits up straight again, his other hand slowly releasing your hair as well, then, he gets up and walks over to the phone and stops the video, leaving you a crying, sobbing mess. He turns his head to look at you; you are dry heaving and gasping for air but apparently your stomach is empty. Probably haven’t eaten anything today yet. Maybe he should bring you something later when you’ve calmed down.
“Put your pants back on.” He tells you in his cold voice while he packs up the tripod and phone, then unlocks and opens the door to stow away the items. He opens a chat on a messenger app and sends the video. Now, his part is done for now and this means waiting for further instructions. He sees the small check indicating that the video has been received, then he turns off the phone, stowing it away in a bag from where he retrieves another phone. A quick look at the screen tells him he has two missed calls. He’ll call back when he has you tied to the bad again.
Sakazuki walks back to your room purposefully and finds you curled up in a corner, pants back up and arms wrapped tightly around your knees. You shriek when he takes two long strides over to you, grabs you again by your biceps and shoves you rudely back onto the bed. He contemplates to just tie you back to the bed by force but decides to give you a chance to comply.
“Put your hands back up.” He orders, his tone leaving no room to argue. With slight hesitation and fearful eyes, you eventually do as he says and without any issues he ties the chain of the cuffs back to the bedpost. He ignores your trembling hands, there is nothing he can or wants to do about that.
“Smart girl,” he praises you but the sarcastic tone in his voice is not lost on you. Yet, you keep your mouth shut, your eyes on him like a prey watching a predator. Without saying another word, he turns around and leaves your room again, mentally already at the phone call he is about to make.
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You wake up from a nightmare with a scream; you can still feel the haunting touches on your body, how they grabbed you, how they ravage your skin with claws, their jaws tearing at your flesh, faceless monsters that threaten to devour you wholly.
The room is dark, not even the street lights reach your room, the stars are covered by thick clouds and the rain is hammering against the window.
It takes a moment for you to realize where you are but the cuffs around your wrists quickly remind you of the horror you had to endure.
There is silence; no sound reaches your ears from beyond the closed bedroom door but there is a small ray of light coming through the space underneath the door.
You face feels wet and sticky and you are sure that you’ve been crying in your sleep. It was a miracle you even managed to fall asleep in the first place but your body must’ve forced you into it as a reaction of all the stress. Your limbs feel stiff as you try to adjust your position and awkwardly sit up in the bed. You feel cold; there is no blanket nor a pillow nor seems to be any heating. You pull your legs to your torso to save some body heat but it is quite ineffective.
You wipe your face on your shoulder, trying to get rid of the itchy feeling of dried tears and snot from your skin, then blink a couple of times. Your eyes slowly start to get used to the darkness but it does nothing to help ease your churning mind. You lean your head against the wall and your hands grip your arms tightly, nails digging into your soft flesh. You feel helpless and alone and want nothing more than be at home with your parents, all of you cuddling together on the sofa as if this whole thing has never happened. But the reality is different. You have been kidnapped, humiliated, degraded, almost raped, and left to fend for yourself. You’ve never felt truly hopeless before but right now there is no other way to describe it. After all, being at the mercy of a man you do not know and who is a career criminal at that can only make you feel hopeless.
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The door opens and you expect Akainu to enter but you are surprised to be greeted by a tall, slender looking man. You can’t make out his face as the light from the hallway blinds you but he appears to be wearing glasses. Instinctively, you press your body closer to the wall, trying to create distance between you and the new threat.
“Oh my, what a tragic sight to behold.” He speaks slowly, almost dragging his words, as if this whole situation bores him. He slowly makes his way over to you, his hands holding a bottle of water with a straw and something else you can’t quite make out. The man sits down next to you nonchalantly and offers you the beverage. You look at him warily, waiting for him to say something, or rather to trick you and do god knows what to you. But he doesn’t.
“Hmm, are you not thirsty?” he asks genuinely surprised yet there is something in his tone you can’t quite pinpoint out that makes you feel uneasy. You are completely out of your depth, didn’t expect this at all. Where Akainu seemed to be impatient and easily annoyed does this man seem to be the complete opposite, without any care in the world. Speaking of, where is this monster who tormented you earlier, anyway? You cautiously look past the man to the empty corridor, expecting Akainu to appear any moment. The man doesn’t follow your gaze, he just cocks his head to the side, beverage still in hand in front of you.
“He had to go and take care of some business. I’ll keep you company in the meantime.”
Your eyes dart back to him, not believing him a single word. He gives you a bad feeling. You don’t know what exactly it is; maybe the way he talks or the way he behaves but you already know he is not someone to be trusted lightly. Regardless, you do feel thirsty, now that you see the water right in front of you. After a second of contemplation, you reach out for the water with your bound hands and almost Immedeatly start downing the liquid. You hear him chuckle at that but otherwise he remains silent for now. When you emptied it, he takes the empty bottle away and instead offers you a melonpan. You devour it almost greedily and when you finish it you are not nearly satisfied, your stomach protesting at the minimal amount of food you have given it, demanding more. Your tongue licks the sugar from your licks, trying to get every last particle of food.
“Seems like someone is hungry. Would you like another one?” Surprised by his question, you halt for a moment, then nod, not trusting your voice just yet. He grabs the wrapping paper, then stands up.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t want you to starve under my watch now, do I?” and with that, he saunters out of the room and along the hallway, leaving you confused but slightly more at ease there until his return.
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Akainu returns the next evening to your dismay. However shady the other man – you still don’t know his name – is, you prefer his company over Akainu’s. He even let you go to the toilet by yourself and did not tie you back to the bedpost, he didn’t even lock the door when he brought you back to the room. Either his head is in the clouds or he simply doesn’t care. Either way, you appreciate the small extra freedom he had given you. He even gave you a blanket when you asked him. He tried to have small talk with you; you feared that, if you did not give him at least a little, he could take everything away from you again. So, you remained polite yet distant, trying not to upset the man. He asked you about your studies, your personal life, your dreams and whatnot. What creeped you out, however, was how much he already knew about you. Whenever you tried to tell him a lie, he would correct you which made you wonder for how long they’ve been spying on you and your family. It left a nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach.
You are dozing on the bed, already haunted by the same dream of the monsters in your sleep when you hear the apartment door slam shut and angry yelling coming from outside the bedroom. You immediately sit up straight, body tense in fear as you try to listen what he is so furious about. You can only hear the occasional word but miss the whole picture. Apparently, his subordinates messed up and he had to clean up after them. You remain silent, not wanting to attract his attention and possibly re-directing his anger at you. Who knows what he’d do to you. Also, you do not want to lose your new-found “freedom” and have him tie you to the bed post again.
Your stomach sinks when you suddenly hear heavy footsteps approaching your room fast, then the door swings open and the monster of a man stands in the doorway. You freeze and hold your breath, hoping he’d simply overlook you but his eyes narrow. A second shadow appears behind him and Akainu looks at the other man.
“Why the fuck is she not tied to the bed, Borsalino?!” he yells, he clenches his fists as if he wants to throw some punches; either at Borsalino or you. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you don’t dare to make a sound, hoping Borsalino would defend you in some way.
“Oooh, now that you mention it. It must’ve slipped my mind.” He simply says, a lazy smile on his lips. Akainu’s hands twitch, ready to beat the living shit out of the other man. What shocks you the most, however, is the fact that Borsalino does not seem fazed in the slightest by Akainu’s reaction which makes you wonder how dangerous this man really is that he doesn’t seem to feel an ounce of fear in the face of this monster.
“Quit fucking around. I know you did it on purpose.” Akainu presses out but he does not attack the other man. Instead, he focuses his attention back on you which makes you whimper just from his stare.
“Don’t be so harsh, Sakazuki, she’s been behaving splendidly while you were gone. Haven’t you, dear?” the last question is directed at you but your throat feels like it’s being choked and you can’t seem to form a single word, not even nod.
“See how you’re scaring her? This is not very gentleman-like.” This is surreal; the way Borsalino seems to scold Sakazuki and how he still does not attack him. Either, they are good friends or Borsalino is just as much of a monster as Sakazuki.
“I told you to keep her restrained. Next time you disobey my orders there’ll be consequences.”
“Ooh, scary,” Borsalino raises his hands in mock-defeat but Akainu, despite being obviously furious with him, leaves it at that and instead marches over to you, grabs your handcuffs and ties you back to the bedpost. His brown eyes bore into you like drills and you feel how hot tears start to gather in your eyes. You can see it in his eyes that he wants to hurt you, hurt anyone really and you are glad he doesn’t for whatever reason. Without another word, he turns around and leaves the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
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Borsalino seems to have left after that night and you are mostly left alone which you appreciate. Every once in a while, Sakazuki comes to look after you, even giving you water and food and giving you some privacy on the toilet without asking. But there is this tension between the two of you that keeps you on edge. You can see that he is angry; he is like a volcano, ready to erupt and destroy everything in his path. You are certain that it only needs a little push – a small rock that accidentally falls into the crate – until his wrath comes down on whoever is in his proximity. You just hope it won’t be you that’ll be destroyed.
Whenever you see him, he spends a lot of time on his phone and each time his body tenses a little bit more. You are scared to ask him for food, for water, or to let you go to the toilet. Only when it becomes unbearable do you call for him. But besides being angry has he not done anything to you after your first night. You want to ask him what will happen to you, if he’ll let you free but you don’t, too scared to hear an answer you are not ready to hear.
Today marks the fourth night if you are correct. You dread every night anew, hoping your dreams won’t haunt you yet again though you know the beasts will come for you for the rest of your life. It is raining again and the sound of the rain drops tapping against your window makes you sleepy yet it also reminds you that you should go to the toilet before you go to sleep. You have no idea what time it is but you can still see the dim light from underneath the door shine into your room. Akainu is still awake. So, you call out for him.
It takes three attempts to get his attention; he opens the door annoyed and with his phone pressed against his ear, his eyes piercing you like a dagger. Without a word and due to what could be assumed to be your routine by now, he unties you and rudely shoves you towards the door. You stumble but catch yourself before you hurry to the toilet. He doesn’t follow you; he speaks to the other person on the phone, pacing through the apartment, his tone becoming gradually angrier. You don’t want to piss him off even more, so you hurry out right after you’re done. But you don’t see him; he is not in the hallway. You should simply go back to you room and wait for him there but curiosity gets the better of you.
You tippy-toe over the wooden floor and follow the sound of his voice. The hallway leads to a spacious yet unfurnished room which could potentially become a living room in the future. Akainu is standing with his back turned towards you as he rages on, berating whoever is on the other side of the line. The door to the apartment is to your right, about three steps. You contemplate if you could make it there without him noticing. You probably could given how preoccupied he is with the phone call. And then what? The door is probably locked and even if it isn’t, who says that you could actually run from him? The small light of hope that started to blossom in you is cruelly crushed by reality.
You take a step back, ready to go back to the room when your heel bumps against a bag you didn’t see before. Sakazuki spins around, his eyes land on you in an instant. You freeze like a deer in headlight and watch as his already angry face becomes even darker at the realization that he wasn’t paying attention to you. His grip on the phone tightens and with horror you watch as it crushes the device with seeming ease until he lets it fall to the floor.
You run back to your room as fast as you can, his heavy steps thundering through the apartment right behind you. You try to slam the door shut and push all your weight against it but he kicks the door open like it is nothing. You stumble forward and catch yourself on the bedframe before you climb onto it, hands held high in defense. You plead with him as he storms towards you, his breath heaving like an angry bull chasing a matador.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again, I swear,” you plea, bowing your head while you keep your hands above you, part as an apology and part as to protect yourself for any eventual punches. Sakazuki simply grabs both your hands in his and twists your wrists painfully, ready to snap some bones like he did with the phone. You scream in agony, looking at him through teary eyes, pleading for your life, apologizing for something that shouldn’t have been a crime in the first place.
He is yelling at you but you can’t hear a word. The only thing in your mind is the pain and your survival. There is no way to calm him down for you; your pleas fall onto deaf ears and his own rage seems to blind him completely. Deep down, you know you are not the cause of his anger. You are simply the catalyst, the small rock that was carelessly kicked into the volcano and now you have to live with the consequences, have to find a way to escape your impending destruction, no matter the cost.
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The stress and the bottled-up anger from the past couple of days, probably the past couple of months even, is now thrown directly at you. If he had been in a better mood, a better state of mind, a better whatever, he wouldn’t have attacked you, wouldn’t have let out his anger on you. But he isn’t. He is angry at his bosses for being incompetent, he is angry at his subordinates for messing up what should’ve been a simple task and for having him fix it, he is angry at Borsalino for never doing what he’s being told and he is angry at himself for letting all of this get to him, for not keeping a cool head. And then there is you; another nuisance he has to take care of because his bosses couldn’t even bribe the majority of politicians to do their bidding and now he and some others had to kidnap their family members, putting everyone at risk of exposure if one of the kidnapped decided to talk after their release after all. This could’ve all been avoided if they haven’t been so arrogant in the first place about their plan in the first place. For people who called themselves the Five Elders they sure as hell were quite stupid.
He looks down at you with contempt but his grip on your hands loosens a bit until he lets go completely. Your look at him as if he wanted to kill you any moment, the fear palpable in your eyes, in your whole body. And maybe he would’ve killed you and if it was just to let all the stress out. He isn’t stupid, however. It would bring more problems as it would solve them. He just needs an outlet for his rage but in his current situation he doesn’t know where to focus his anger at.
He closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath in, trying to sort his thoughts before he does something stupid. That’s why he is taken by surprise when he suddenly feels a pair of hands fondling with his belt. His eyes snap open and he watches in disbelief as you open it, your trembling hands immediately after reaching for the button of his pants, opening it, followed by his fly. It is as if he’s in shock, all the anger is blown away by confusion and amazement. What are you doing? You fumble to take out his limp dick; there is nothing erotic, nothing enticing about the way you do it. It looks methodical, almost robotic and the question of why you’re doing this is answered almost immediately – you are trying to calm him down. Under the stress he’s been feeling he didn’t even consider the stress you are under. Not, that it changes anything, but he can somewhat understand where you might be coming from.
Your small hands wrap around the base of his dick while your tongue sheepishly peeks out from between your lips, testing the waters when you flick it against the tip. Your eyes dart up to his and he cocks his head to the side. He doesn’t know why he doesn’t stop you, doesn’t know why he isn’t yelling at you. He can feel his blood rush slowly downwards, a reaction he cannot control. His hand finds the back of your head and he guides it. He watches as you take him in, your head bobbing forth and back, a steady rhythm that makes his muscles relax. He refrains from thrusting into your mouth, the occasional gag indication enough that he is already not a pleasant blowjob-experience for you. He wants to close his eyes, let all the stress from the past days, weeks, and months slowly wash from him but he can’t. Instead, he watches how small tears roll down your cheeks and disappear in the corners of your mouth where it is mixed with your saliva and him.
His hand on your head flexes as his muscles tense, followed by a wet swallowing-sound from you. He hears a muffled sob but doesn’t say anything. He lets go of you and you immediately inch back from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Sakazuki closes his pants, his eyes resting on you. You don’t look at him; the shame, humiliation, and pain are visible nonetheless. He doesn’t feel bad for you. This was transactional, a transaction you offered. He simply accepted it, leaving you to deal with the aftermath.