//Heyo! I updated again! Where have all my lovely readers gone?! ;^; I'm so lonely, oh so lonely!

"Secrets, secrets are no fun, unless you tell everyone." -book_binder's older sister\\

January 17,2016

Misaki's POV

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

I groaned and slowly opened my tiered eyes.

'Someone turn off the alarm.' I thought, moving my hand only to realize there was a needle in it.

My eyes went wide and I realized I was in a hospital with an IVY in my arm.

I sat up in a daze, feeling lightheaded at the memories.

'That's right.......my father is here.'I shivered at the thought and buried myself in the blanket only to realize that in the chair next to me was a sleeping Saru.

I smiled softly and removed the blanket from myself and stroked Saru's head softly.

Someone coughed in the corner of the room and my gaze left Saru and met my one darkness.

I wanted to scream.

I wanted to run.

I wanted to wake Saru up and warn him.

But all I could do was sit, paralyzed by fear.

"Hello, my little Misaki."

That voice, that sickening voice.

Ikki........ No, Tatsuo Kiyoshi closed the door and locked it.

"What do you want?" I spat, venom in each word.

"Awe, your father created a fake name just to see you and this is how you repay him? Naughty boy." Tatsuo stated, laughing darkly as he slapped me across the face.

I didn't move.

"Running away from me is also naughty." Tatsuo stated, walking up next to me and yanking on my hair so I was l was looking up at him.

I cried out and my heart monitor quickened along with my own heartbeat.

"Shhhh, we don't want to wake up Prince Charming, now do we?" Tatsuo said, smiling while bringing a finger up to his lips in a hush manner.

Tatsuo released my hair and pushed my head roughly down towards the bed.

"I can take care of that." He said.

I could feel the smirk on his face as he tied a handkerchief around my mouth.

"Now, keep your screams at a minimum." Tatsuo whispered in my ear, giggling after.

I heard the scrapping of metal and shivered, knowing that it was one of his favorite toys to use on me.

His pocket knife.

Tatsuo quickly tied my wrist to the bed and untied my hospital nightgown to reveal my bare back.

My eyes opened wide as I felt the knife pressed against my back.

I started to jerk around until my dad slapped me upside the head.

"Quiet! And stop squirming or this knife will go deeper." Tatsuo hissed in my ear.

Tears fell down my face as my dad curved the letters into my back and I wanted to scream out so badly, to wake up Saru and to end this but I stayed silent.

Because I didn't want Saru to get hurt by my father as well.

"Done! This is my best work on you yet!" My dad praised, taking a picture.

He showed me the picture, an unfailing smirk upon his smug face.

I wanted to cry more, looking at what he carved.

I wanted to scream.

'This Toy is mine.'

Those words would be scene by Saru sooner or later.

And I was scared of when it would.

My dad walked over to the sink and came back with a bucket full of water that hat steam coming off of it and a rag.

"Time for clean up." Tatsuo laughed darkly.

He poured half of the bucket of water on my back, the burning hot water falling over the carve marks.

I arched my back in pain and cried out in pain, earning a punch to the guy from my father.

"Shhhh, Misaki, my baby boy, you mustn't make a noise." My father said, stroking my hair softly.

He then started to rub the words on my back to "clean" them but put a lot of pressure to make sure it hurt.

"If you tell anyone I did this to you, your precious Prince will have a deadly downfall." He cackled in my ear.

I looked over at Saru and nodded my head.

"Good, I'll see you later, my toy." Tatsuo said, unlocking and opening the hospital door.

Once he was gone, fresh tears fell down my face as I sobbed into my hands.

And Saru slept through it all.

Shiro's POV

"P-please, give me water." I begged.

It's been.......... How many days has it been? It's felt like eternity.

In the pass few days, I'm presume it's been more than 1, I haven't received any food nor water and I can't sleep because of my position and in fear if he will come back and wake me up with a kick to the gut.

"No." The disordered voice said, kicking my whipped up back.

I cried out and held onto the chains of my handcuffs tightly. They were the only thing I could hold onto.

Not even hope that Kuroh would save me.

The man has stopped asking me questions but has only been abusing me harshly till I pass out.

"P-please, master. Give me water." It sickens me as I call him master but, I fear that if I don't, I won't get water.

I want to escape this hell.

I want to go home.

I want Kuroh.

All I heard was silence for the next few hours.

A little while later, the sweet smell of food came to my nose and my mouth watered with want.

I felt the handcuffs leave my wrist and I thought blissfully that someone was here to free me.

That wasn't the case.

A second later, my hair was pulled on and dry, capped lips met my own soft ones. I struggled against it until they bite my lip, hard enough to draw blood, and I opened my mouth.

Water slide down my throat and I was surprised but drank it in gratitude.

The voice laughed.

"From now on, you're my toy."

I shivered at the thought but could only concentrate on receiving water from my captor in his way.

Once he was done, my hands were once again cuffed to the pole and he left.

I sobbed quietly to myself.

'I hate what I've become because of this one person.' I sobbed.

'Kuroh.......... You're not coming to save me, are you?'

Kuroh's POV

The dorm room was a mess.

Papers and maps were scattered everywhere while I haven't slept not gone to classes since Shiro's disappearance.

"Please, I want Shiro back in my arms. I need him back in my arms. Please God, bring Shiro back to me." I prayed while tears silently fell from my face.

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