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The cage that holds the demon Fyodor sits quietly across from him. For the demon in white had predicted his prediction everything was predicted up to this very moment in time.

When everything is quiet left only to my waking thoughts of my own mind unable to remember if Im in fact real or not where time doesn’t exist only emptiness. Like Im drowning just by breathing in the air. Panic start to seize in my skin forming in my thoughts. Until I hear the demon in white speak something Im unable to hear death and lavender lacing his voice as if its trying to lash out and tear me limb from limb.

“Dazai” a voice speaks belonging to the other person across from him.

“Dazai” Fyodor repeats again.

“Whaaaaaaat? Demon Fyodor he teases. Cant you see Im trying to think of new ways to commit suicide?” Dazais face smirks like a puppet who practiced every day of his whole life.

“Would you be interested in a game of chess? For I am unable to meet anyone of equal caliber.” A voice says with uninterest. Staring into brown empty eyes.

“Fine sense there is nothing else to do.” Dazai responds snorting. Dragging his body of bones to face the demon in white.

As the two continue the game neither winning or losing just a battle of worth as the room is consumed with silence. Time seeming to stop. They continue to tie each game they play. Reality fades out behide the two. Neither looking to lose.

“How?”Dazai breathes out breaking the silence that engulfed them.

“How what Dazai?”

“You know what I ask.” Dazai seethes.

Fyodor only looks up waiting for Dazai to continue.

“How did you contact the outside?”

“Oh? What made you think of that assumption?” A face devoid of anything human stares back.

In return eyes full of oblivion stare back words not necessary to convey meaning yet they are able to understand each other. Without the exchange of words.

In that moment Dazai here’s the clicks of the knight that puts him in check. Looking down surprise rippling through him but contains it from leakage.

“Dazai perhaps you are unwell he mocks you are normally not like this this however this is perhaps interesting.” Fyodor remarks after a few minutes have passed.

“Enough games.” Dazai seethes.

Dangerous Lavender eye stare into his threatening to burn through him.

“What do you want?” Dazai stills. Devoid of any mask only blank emptiness answers. But he already knows.

“Your ability no longer human.” The voice coos mimicking human expression.

A blank face meets Fyodor. “You know.”He mumbles.

“Yes I know you choose to be here Dazai.”

“I predicted that the chestnut brown haired man responds back”.

“Yes I know that Dazai”.

Blanks stares meet consuming time itself like it’s nothing. But Dazai can’t help but to think as he stares into those eyes that Fyodor some how got ahead but how is the question.

They both silently think. The atmosphere dark and dull.

Until a velvet voice dangerously reaches out breaking the void.“A desperate man set me up with the outside.”

The man in bandages only stares at the man with raven hair. Until a breakage of alarms rings in his ears demanding prisoners to stop what they are doing and sleep. But his brain won’t stop nagging at him that the demon Fyodor is very much up to something.

He takes his body of mummified limbs and gets up to lay on the dull mattress with the plain white pillows wondering if he can smother himself with them. Brown curly chestnut hair spreading across the surface of white as he forces his body to try and relaxes.

Dazai isn’t sure how much time has pass but it feels like hours he is unable to sleep yet his body begs for rest but Dazais mind keeps berating him trying to solve his nagging thoughts from earlier. He slowly feels his mind slow down as he hasn’t slept in the entire week.

And sleep consumes him like predator stalking it’s prey. He dreams about Mori how he would slice him up limb from limb slowly and calmly with red leaking from all over the eye of the man gleaming with ownership. His thoughts numb thinking about ways to end his pitiful existence. He can feel his bruises and cut all over swelling with pain each one more painful than the other. He doesn’t like pain he would hope he wouldn’t wake up after he would lose consciousness.

He would remember how he would scream for hours until he would run his throat hoarse unable to scream any longer under the grips of Mori. He remembers so much from that time with Odasaku to. How he would come to the bar and he would take care of him. His very first friend. But nonetheless he still lost him. His first friend because of him himself anything of worth to him is alway takin away. Yet he is still unable to understand human emotion he also remembers killing so many to and not even sparing a glance at them. Manipulating the people around him friend or foe but he also remembers Chuuya he is different from the others. Someone who thinks hes not human but in actuality he is the most human.

Dazai try’s to steer his dream away from the pain and suffering under Mori but his mind brings him back laughing at him dragging him in. His mind is alway cruel to him.

Fyodor gazes over and sees Dazai stirring from sleep. He watches him like a predator. For Dazai is his prey. For all sinners must perish.

Dazais mind jerks him awake. He can feel his irregular breathing and sweat along his back. He start to take control and smoothes his breathing out. As he scans the room he looks over and meets eyes of lavender staring at him as if they can see through him.

Dazai chooses to simple adjust his side to face the other dull white wall away from the demon in white and waits until the morning alarms come. Ignoring the demon stares. He began formulating a plan in his mind.

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Dazai hears the alarms go off. The voice on the speaker makes a announcement that it’s breakfast time. He slowly stretches his limbs one by one on the dull white mattress and turns to rise up and off the mattress. And Fyodor does the same.

He hears a guard walking. His boots clicking every step he takes until he abruptly stops echoing through the white dull halls.

“You two will be joining the rest of the inmates.” The prisoner guard barks.

The prisoner guard reaches into his pocket his other keys jingling and rustling in the process as he slowly takes one out and unlock his cell.

He walks over to Fyodor cell and does the same.

But this is very strange he thinks we have never before joined the other prisoner before. What could possible could have happened to allow such. His brain starts to spin into gears. Working and thinking. Until he hears the guard say something.

“Do I have to tell you to fucking walk or are you just gonna stand their like a fucking moron.” The prisoner guard growls.

Dazai just turns and smiles. “We have never gone their before is that even allowed?” He challenges.

“You think a little skinny ass bitch like you deserves and answer? Don’t question the higher up or you will pay the price.” The prison guard mocks.

The prison guard turns around and walks on down the never ending dull hallways of white. Until something engraved on the man sole of his shoes catches his eye. It appears to be a rat. Dazai turns to face Fyodor but Fyodor only stares ahead.

As they arrive in what appear to be a cafeteria silence engulfs the area that previously was very loud. Dazai turns yet again and Fyodor has magically disappeared leaving without a trace. The prisoner guard strolls off somewhere else. Dazai feels eyes on him. He decides to stroll over to get in the breakfast line without a care in the world. He starts to hear incoherent mumbling around him. Waiting in line as the line began to decrease.

The lady turns and look at him. “You only get one meal don’t waste it.” She says grouchy. Handing him a tray.

Dazai turns around and starts walking until a quite large guy swipes him from his leg. He falls and tumbles food landing on the floor.

“You Little Ебать!” The man above screams. “You think because you use to be apart of your stupid little agency you can walk around like you own the world? That’s not how it works in prison why don’t you lick the mess off my clothes show everyone how much of a slut you can be?”

Dazai lifts his face off the ground and hears laughter erupt in the cafeteria. Screaming at him do it! Do it! Do it! He simply stares at the man with the tattoos above. “I would rather lick dog shit then your clothes” He smiles back.

He suddenly feels a boot coming down on his head berating him with a series of kicks. He hears the prison guards running over. As he feels blood run down his lips. Swallowing the salty taste of it. He hears them screaming and fighting yet he just lies their in the floor. If people didn’t look at him close enough they would mistake him as a corpse.

All the sudden Dazai feels eyes of vicious lavender on him. Judging him and consuming his very essence. He scans the room to locate them but Fyodor is nowhere to be seen. He suddenly gets up as the guard wrestles with the tall man in tattoos. Walking away from the scene going somewhere more isolated.

As he finds a corner in the room he glides his body down to wedge into the corner. He watches as the man from earlier is taken away. Yet where is Fyodor? His head hurts a headache starts to form. So he sits their in silence watching and observing the other inmates. Searching for the demon in white.

Dazais silence is broken with the alarm ringing in his ears. The voice on the speaker telling innate to go outside to participate in a physical activity.

He hears the guards screaming at the other inmates leading them outside. He slowly rises from his spot blood drying on his forehead yet some continues to leak out. He slowly strolls outside pretending to be invisible.

“Hey you.” A voice belonging to a guard.

Dazai turns his neck to face the guard.

“Everyone is required to do something you can’t just walk around in the grass why don’t you join the basketball game going on over their.” The guard mumbles.

He starts to stroll over their thinking just great he can feel the smirks of the other players. Them mumbling something only everyone besides him can hear. They make a clearing for him. Giving a thumbs up for the guards who are watching them.

“Aren’t you the little bitch who’s caused that big commotion earlier.” One howls at him.

He only returns his comment with a blank stare.

They continue to play the game but he feels eyes on him. The other inmates try to purposely hurt him in any way possible but only enough where the guards won’t notice watching them from above.

He hears a scream from the other side of the field. He sees the other guards who were watching him run over. He feels dangerous velvet eyes on him. He turns to face the other inmates again. CLUNK. He feels the one inmate kick him to the ground. He hears one mumble something along the line he the one who got his bro in trouble earlier. The inmates swarm around him so no one else can see and drag him right in the middle.

“As long as we don’t kill him it fine do whatever you want boys.” The tall one with grown out dyed red hair says.

“He got my bro in trouble earlier!” The shorter one shouts.

He feels them all kicking his rib cage and something snaps. Shit he thinks. He feels some inmates grab his arm to hold him down. “What are you doing?” He gasps through the pain groaning.

“Look the bitch can talk.” another inmate comments.

“You shall see.”The shorter one says trying to contain laughter.

He see the man with out grown red dyed hair in front of him. What the hell he thinks. Hold his leg the other one says. Shit. Shit. Shit he thinks. He starts to try to squirm his limbs away. He hears him jump and CRACK. He lets out a painful groan knitting his eyes closed.

“Man I really can’t get this bitch to scream.”

“Give up on it they will come back.”

“Come on man hurry up and go before they come to check on him.”

He is in pain he can feel it. And how it searing through his limbs but the last thing his blurry vision sees is a necklace one inmate is wearing with a cross and a rat. He starts to lose consciousness as he hears someone rushing towards him frantically. But those haunting eyes he feels them agains and then he feels his last bit of consciousness fade.

Dazai wakes up in his cell. He can feel the newly applied bandages but he prefers his to be tighter. He feels them scratch at the skin or what’s left of if. Blood is everywhere on his skin. He begins to inspect the damage of the broken rib and his leg that is broken. He can feel some stitches in his head to. This will probably excuse him from socializing with the other inmates for the time being. But Dazai is sure the incidents have everything to do with Fyodor. He looks for the demon in white inspecting the room. He finds him silently sitting in his cell across from him staring at him. Looking for a reaction.

“Creepy.” Dazai voices.

Fyodor only smiles back at him.

“For you must have had a less than adequate day haven’t you Dazai?”

“I assume this was your doing Fyodor.”

“I think I prefer you beaten up like that it only a shame they didn’t beat you up more.” The demon in white voices unempathetic. Smirking at Dazai.

“Just great to be stuck here for a long time in a cell listening to you my day couldn’t get any better.” Dazai retorts snorting.

“Oh? I don’t plan to stay here for a long time Dazai.”

Suddenly that grabs Dazais attention. “Oh the demon Fyodor has already thought of a means to escape?” Dazai laughs but already predicted this outcome.

“You knew this already.” Fyodor answers blankly already knowing that Dazai knew this.

The two stare at each other for a long period of time waiting for the other to make a move.

“You should take better care of that broken rib you have Dazai. For something so unsightly I would do a better job of covering up.” Fyodor says lacking any emotion in his words.

“What?” Dazai croaks. Fyodor shouldn’t be able to tell his rib was broken he thinks unless he came near him which means he did while he was unconscious.

A knowing smirk returns Dazai cold empty gaze.

A guard walks down the hallway hearing them talking. “Hey no talking. Both of you go to bed.”

Dazais try’s to make himself comfortable he feels some pain but it’s alright. He just need to reassess the situation. He hears Fyodor shift he can feel those eyes. Those eyes so dangerously velvet like knives in his back. He doesn’t want to look. He doesn’t want to dream. He wonders if Fyodor touched his bandages if he looked under. If he saw them. What if he did see. Panic starting to form under his skin. He can’t think right now. He just needs rest but only monsters await him in his sleep. He can feel that hes hungry to. After not eating anything for the last couple days. He simply feels weak he tries to focus on the blank unchanging white wall. Waiting for morning to come.

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As normal Dazai hears the morning alarm go off. The alarms are really starting to annoy him. He hears the same speaker as normal announcing breakfast time. He can still feel those unempathetic eyes looking for a reaction within him. He decides to slowly sit up being careful of his left leg to not put any pressure on it and turns his body towards the plain white door as he feels his ribs burn.

“Hey we got a package for you.” A prison guard grumbles from down the white halls at Dazai.

“Huh.” He responds blankly. He looks at Fyodor but Fyodor seems uninterested.

“Bringing it in. Also you will stay here today to prevent further injury and to prevent you from causing issues.” The prison guard barks.

Dazai just answers with a blank stare turning his attention toward the door as he hears a click in the door for it to unlock. A cedar box is set down engraved with a rat with a velvet bow tied on it with golden lettering.

“Why does this smell like shit? You’ve got some weird friends.” The prison guard retorts. Covering his nose.

He knows something is up. He looks up at Fyodor again and his stare is met with eyes cold and calculating. For some reason a quick shiver runs downs his spine. He sees the prison guard leave and walk down the unchanging dull corridor.

Slowly Dazai adjusts himself to the floor falling precise and gracefully. And scoots the box closer to him within arms reach. And holy shit is does smell bad. He undos the velvet bow and watches it hit the white floors. Theirs a note on the top and he grab the envelop ripping it open to see a note that reads I’m always watching. He sets the note to the side on the floor with annoyance.

Dazai slowly lifts up the top of the box a horrid smell infiltrates his nostrils instantly. He sees blood around the rim dried as if it been their for days. Theirs something deeper in the box though where the smell is most intoxicating. His breath hitches for a fraction of a second he sees something he knows that fur color. He takes out a mangled cat corpse. Eyes plucked out and only black holes remain. Limbs torn off but stitched halfway back together. Blood sticking all over the cats pelt. Mangled paws and broken limbs. The cat he recognizes it. His eyes go wide this is sensei the cat that would be at the bar with Odasaku and Ango. Sensei would even visit him in the hospital to. Whenever he got injured. But how did someone know about this and why target Sensei? His thoughts only point to Fyodor but how did he know.

“What the fuck”. Dazai voices in disgust eyes on Fyodor.

“What an interesting present you have received Dazai” Fyodor mocks.

“You did this I know you did.”

“You must be mistaken Dazai for I did not.”

“It’s a rat engraving. I know you did this.” Dazai seethes

“I didn’t send the box Dazai nor did I wrap it I’ve been in jail the entire time with you haven’t I?” The voice says cold and calculating. Eyes meeting Dazai. With a knowing smirk.

“Guards.” Dazai shouts loud enough for them to hear.

A guard soon rushes down. “What the fuck is that smell?”

“Someone sent me a cat corpses.” Dazai says.

The guard looks alarmed. “What that’s impossible it should have gone through security theirs no way.” The guard stops and see the mangled corpse in the hands of Dazai. “What the hell! Guards come down here immediately.”

Dazai hears the halls echoing with footsteps of multiple guards as Dazai carefully holds Sensei.

“What the hell.” The prison guards moan covering their noses.

“How did this get through security” The one form earlier asks. Each guard turns to each other all shaking their shoulders saying they don’t know.

“Their something going on here” The what seems to be the boss says.

“Imma need the corpse for inspection.” The boss says unlocking the cell.

“Wait” Dazai seethes. “I know this cat.”

“Still we are gonna need you to hand it over so we can inspect it.”

But Dazai refuses to let go. Only returning the guard remark with a blank stare.

“Hand it over now.” The guard barks.

Dazai remains unmoving. So the guard walk over and grabs onto it fighting Dazai over it. As he eventually tears it from Dazai grasp. And takes away the cedar box locking Dazai in the plain white cell.

Dazai feels the violent lavender eyes on him. He croaks his neck to face Fyodor.

“I know Dazai.”

Dazai feels Fyodors eyes on him like a new interesting toy. Dazai feels uneasy if he had to guess. He miscalculated somewhere. But where. What did he miss?How? He feels like this is some entertaining joke to Fyodor. Dazai has always been able to predict Fyodor just like Fyodor is able to predict him. But something is different. What has he missed? His thoughts racing, retracting, and inspecting like he’s on autopilot.

“Oh? You seems so very confused Dazai.” Fyodor retorts mischievously after a couple minutes pass.

Dazai just looks up smiling like he’s lost it tucking his one lock of chestnut brown hair behide his ear. Meeting those velvet eyes of death. “I’m going to kill you.” Dazai says devoid of any emotion.

“I would like to see you try Dazai.” A smile meeting Dazai smile.

Dazai is the first to look away. He has grow to despise white. Everything is white here. It reminds him only of the man across his cell. He notices the velvet ribbon on the floor from earlier maybe he would appreciate it if it didn’t remind him of those eyes. He doesn’t know what to feel but he feels like something is off about himself. He doesn’t like not knowing. What has gotten into him he just needs to think this through. He decides to avoid the topic of Sensei and let his mind rethink or perhaps restart turning to his side closing his eyes so he doesn’t see white so he doesn’t let his panicking thoughts take over.

Fyodor simply gazes at the skinny man across from his cell. Who is not sleeping but his eyes are knit closed and turned away from him lost in his thoughts. He decides to get up very quietly every step being strategically thought out to not make any unnecessary noise. And he simply walks out the cell for he had the guard unlock it earlier for him. He can tell that Dazai didn’t even notice. As he walks down the white corridors moving like a ghost. His eyes searching across the mass of faces. Looking for the prison guard who’s face is similar to Mori.

His cold gaze soon lands on the prison guard he’s looking for. He can tell the prison guard has noticed because he starts to walk in the direction of their meeting spot. He decide to head in that direction to. Scanning the area for any prying eyes. He approaches a dark room where he finds the man.

“Mr. Fyodor a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The guard says professionally.

“The money has been wired to your account I assume?” Fyodor says cold and calculating. Looking for any ill intent.

“Yes sir.” The guard says straightening his posture.

“Very well have you received my letter on what to do?”

“Yes of course.”

“Burn that letter once your done with it. Leave no trace of us making contact.” Fyodor says looking into the eyes of the guard.

“Oh. Yes of course Mr. Fyodor and the rest of the payment will be wired to my account once done?”

“Yes it shall. Now that we are done you may leave the room first.”

“Of course a pleasure doing business with you.” The guard smirks. As he makes his way out of the room to rejoin the other guards.

How foolish Fyodor thinks. He is quite aware the man is trying to scam him but he will pay with his life. He is like those rats begging for a morsel of cheese. At least he will serve his purpose until he discards him. He decides to wait a few minute before he heads back down to the cell. He is starting to get annoyed of the binding on his wrists to prevent him from using his ability the only way to get them off is to be nullified or get the user of that ability to undo it so his only option is Dazai the man with chestnut hair. Dazai is a very unique specimen being the only one who is able to touch his skin. He knows Dazai will become a valuable asset and he will turn him against his so called friends in time. He just needs to break him first and make him born anew in his light. But first he needs to collect the file and proof of Odasaku betrayal for the grand cherry on the cake…

Fyodor thinks enough time has past in this room though as he walks out of the room silently.

Dazai head hurts the stitches bothering him. He looks up to find Fyodor gone. Shit where the fuck is he? But yet his body is kinda glad those eyes aren’t looking at him directly. But he knows Fyodor will only cause more trouble. As he’s scans the room he locates a tray of food. They probably brought it for him sense he got injured but he doesn’t feel like eating now. He feels sick. Dazai knows the man isn’t in the room but it’s like he can feel him watching him it makes him have a weird feeling in his stomach. He can see spots of dried up blood on his hands from Sensei. He really doesn’t want to deal with this shit but then if he doesn’t who will? He made a promise to Odasaku after all. But his thoughts bring him back to the topic at hand but his stomach starts to twist in weird ways uncomfortably. He decides to sit up slowly and think until he hears Loud footsteps. Great he thinks snapping back into reality.

“Your name is Dazai right?” A guard smirks mischievously.

Dazai head leans to the side to see a man who looks way to similar to Mori to be comfortable with the same black hair the same similar face the same glance. A shiver runs up his back. “Yes.” He croaks.

“Sense you have been injured I’m here to help you take a shower like the other prisoners.”

“I don’t need one.” Dazai retorts.

“All prisoners take one. It’s not up for discussion.”

Dazai sees the man approach him like an animal. Stalking very close. He doesn’t like when people get close to his personal space.

“Are you able to walk?” The guard smirks.

“Yes I just need a crutch.” He gazes up at the towering man.

“Nonsense it will be much faster if I just carry you.” The guard says mockingly.

“No thanks.” Dazai retorts. Brown lifeless eyes meeting the guard.

“It wasn’t a question.” The guard growls.
Wrapping his hands around Dazai broken leg and squeezing it as if it some small object in his hand. Hearing Dazai yelp for a quick second.

Dazai breath hitches as he feels the man pick him up in one swoop. He try’s to calm himself but decide to just not think and stare ahead blankly as the guard carry’s him to the showers. He can feel that his leg is in pain from the guard squeezing it but what bothers him are the inmates turning and looking at him. Snickering as they walk through. The guard stops at the end. He can feel the stares of the inmates as the guard turns on the water.

“Strip.” The guard says setting Dazai down.

“What?” He breathes out looking at the Mori look alike.

“How do you fucking expect to wash the fuck of if you don’t take your damn clothes off?”

Dazai feels the inmate stares. Muttering something to each other in low whispers. He swallows his spit building up in his throat. And ever so slowly lifts his clothes up above his head and letting his pants drop to the floor with a thump. He can feel the guard smirk.

“All the way now. After all theirs only men here nothing to be afraid of.”

Dazai doesn’t want to. This man reminds him of Mori to much he can feel panic rising but the guard just grabs his boxers and tears them off. He hears them land on the floor. He feels so exposed with only his bandages covering him up. He doesn’t look around cause he can feel the smirks the looks the hungry eyes on him. He sees the guard turn on the water hot and scalding. He make a sound of a groan as he try’s to contain it as the water hits him.

“Oh do we have a little slut here? The guard snorts. Grabbing a towel and reaching for Dazai legs.

Dazai moves back as he hears a little laughter slip from an inmate. He can feel his stomach twist in disgust. He reaches for the white wall in front of him to support him and to keep the pressure off his left leg. He just wants to run away he feels like a little kid whenever their parent punish them. He can feel the scalding water on his back making red spots in between the bandages.

“Be a good boy now.” The guard whispers into Dazai ear seductively.

The guard grabs his thigh. Fingers trailing up and massaging close to his dick. His body is so tense it could be mistaken for a stone statue. He just wants it to stop he can feel the guard behide him breathing into his ear. He wants to get away from here but his mind is cruel and replay’s things that Mori would do to him. His stomach knots in disgust and his eyebrows knit together as he stares ahead hoping for it to be over as he’s try to not show anything of weakness. But his body starts to shake without permission he can hear some scoffs some laughs but he suddenly feels velvet eyes on him. He looks up to see Fyodor fully dress in the white inmate uniform just water raining down on him like he’s some god. With his soaked raven black hair as he stares at Dazai with those cold velvet eyes. He feels like Fyodor is asking for him to beg for mercy. He can’t help but panic even more his muscles aching from how tense they are as his breath continues to hiccup he decides to stares ahead. Forcing his body to stop shivering. His ribs aching from yesterday encounter.

“Relaxs I won’t do anything to your body. Yet.” The guard laughs. “I like to be alone when doing stuff like that.” He smirks at Dazai with those animal eyes.

Dazai doesn’t know what to do he just stares ahead blankly. He keeps Hiccuping until he feels the water get turned off and the guard redressing him as he feels dangerous velvet eyes gazing over his skin. He feels the guard picking him up and walking back. He doesn’t realize he’s in his cell until the guard sets him down. He hear the click of the lock and gazes up to see a new lock on his cell different from the one before. But he doesn’t want to think right now he just want to hide so he grabs the white blanket and covers himself hiding from the world humiliated. He try’s to close his eyes but all he see is velvet eyes stare back so he just stares at the white blankets he covered himself with. Waiting for this night to be over. But he can’t help to panic every time he hears foot steps walking down the halls. He wonders silently if the guard will come back praying he doesn’t as he digs himself deeper into the sheets scratching at his bandages to help time pass as he feels the burning pain in his leg, ribs, and back. Drifting in and out of consciousness.

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Fyodor returns to his cell to find Dazai who appears to be hiding under the sheets? Quite an interesting sight. He gazes over to see that Dazai has indeed fallen asleep. He notices that Dazai has lost over about 10 kg if he was to make an estimate. He was already quite slim before. He can tell that Dazai is quite weaker than his usual performance. Though this is working quite well for him as he already research some into Dazai mental health background. He decide to rest on the bed until morning arises. His cold and icy eyes scanning the room while monitoring his breath to fake being asleep. Watching from a distance never letting his guard down.

Dazai awakes to loud foot steps approaching his cell. He lifts the cover up to see the black haired man from yesterday with the boss. He wants to hide as bile builds up in his throat swallowing slowly. Digging into his bandages with blood getting into his finger nails. But as he digs deeper into the covers using it as a safety net it’s suddenly ripped off of his frail cold body.

“Is this the inmate who was causing a commotion in the showers.” The boss asks looking down upon the skinny man.

“Yes sir he was screwing around yesterday screaming at people and messing with the showers of other people. Playing childish little games honestly.”

“What? I didn’t do any of that shit.”Dazai retorts. But Dazai already can tell the other inmates and guard did this to spite him.

“Don’t lie we have a guard saying you did it and five other inmates making claims to.” The boss growls.

“Don’t you have a camera check them.” Dazai seethes through his teeth eyebrows knitting together.

“Their would maybe be footage if someone didn’t fucking get water all over them.” The boss barks.

Dazai can see the guard from yesterday smirking at him with an animalistic look in his eyes. Sending a cold shiver down his spine.

“This isn’t a fucking daycare. Their for your receiving three days in the dark room to straighten up your attitude this isn’t like your normal prisons we don’t fuck around in here.” The boss says sternly glaring at Dazai face hard like wood.

Dazai all the sudden feel the man with black hair loop an arm around him and hoist him up to carry him as if he weighs nothing and turned to walk down the opposite way of the cafeteria. Down a hallway that gets darker and darker. Panic is starting to show in his skin at the close proximity of him and the guard but he calms himself and try’s to think. Until he feel something wrap around his brown empty eyes covering his view he immediately gets a bad feeling unsure if he should say something or not but decides to voice his issue.

“What are you doing-” The last thing he gets out of his mouth before a gag is shoved in his mouth.

Dazai mouth doesn’t like the cloth in his mouth it very dry and feels like sandpaper drying all moisture from his mouth and making his jaw ache.

The only things he hears is loud footsteps echo the hallways until he can hear them turning and continue to walk down the hallway.

He feels someone tie rope around his wrist tying them behide his back purposefully making them tighter than needs to be. Making him arch from how tight they are.

“Oh trying to slut around?” The guard snorts.

But all Dazai is able to get out is mmmmf and other noises to try to get him to tie them more comfortable. Dazai try’s to use his other senses but he feels himself being thrown into somewhere with a door closing with a loud BANG. He lands with a thud with his ass on the ground groaning. His leg hurts from impact of the floor so he shifts his weight to accommodate. His skin is burning like little wild fires but he’s more worried about the blindfold. He doesn’t like not seeing. Not knowing. He doesn’t like being weak. He can feel his body shivering from the constant abuse and lack of food. He try’s to jerk out of the ropes but to no avail can he get them off. It’s so very dark he doesn’t like not knowing he repeat in his mind over and over like he on autopilot. He can feel his legs shaking he trys to push himself to find a wall to sit his back against. Using his right leg to move him across he soon feels a cold stone wall on his back. He try’s to jerk his head and rub his head against the wall to get the blindfold off but he is unable to. Only ending up with more rope burns across his face still being unable to see. He feels velvet eyes of death again. Asking for him to beg. He goes still on muscle reflex and his muscle tighten with his breath hitching. He hears the the door scraping the floor as it opens. And foot steps entering.

“I so graciously brought food for you. You should be more grateful!” The man says chuckling.

Dazai immediately recognizes the voice of the Mori look alike. But his thoughts berate him if what he told him in the shower if he’s came to make promise of that. Panic running up his spine. He simply freezes in his spot getting as close as the wall he can get. But he smells food. He’s so hungry he feels nauseous. But he doesn’t want to give a reaction to the guard.

“If you get on your knees like the fucking dog you are. I’ll let you eat all this delicious food.”

But Dazai makes no move to moves over there. He just shivers in the corner. Hoping the guard will just go away.

“Oh you think your so smart being like that? Don’t you? I was being nice asking nicely. But you want to make me out as the bad guy.” The guards screams at Dazai. Kicking him right in the ribs.

Dazai hears him approaching he try’s to squirm away but the guard grab his hair and drags him over shoving his face in the food. He can’t breath as the guard wrap his hands around his neck tightening with his pale skin turning blue and his neck red until he lets go. With his eyes burning from the cut off of air. What seems to be a coughing fit Dazai chokes on the air.

“You gonna eat now?” The guard voices dangerously close to his ear.

But he just lays their with his body bent over. He feels the man reach for his thigh. Finger caressing it making small circles on the pale skin.

“If you don’t want to eat. We can do something else.” The guard growls at him leaning closer.

Dazai feels the guard getting closer and closer massaging his thigh working his way down he can feel the guards eyes on him like when a kid gets a brand new toy. He can feel the guard shifting to press his erection against him as he feel warm air come from the other person.

“Wait!” Dazai says in lowly panicked whisper.

“What now?”

“I’ll eat.”

“With your ass bent over?” The man breathes into his ear chuckling in amusement.

“Mhm.” Dazai says quietly ashamed.

Dazai kneels over and takes a bite with just using his mouth like a dog. He can feel the icy glance of velvet on him but he doesn’t know where. Mocking him saying this could all end if he just begged for mercy. He wants to hide. He wants to see. He needs to know. He eats the food slowly but he starts to feel sick with nausea working it way up into his stomach. His leg are really shaking at this point. He feels the guard stares.

“Wow who knew you could be so obedient.” The guard chuckles admiring Dazai.

Dazai is so ashamed he remains quiet. Face blank. His legs that are shaking are so sore he wants this to end. He will kill this man. He repeat over and over to try and calm himself. He wants to see atleast. Panic over coming him as he starts hiccuping as memory’s flash through his mind.

“That’s enough you don’t need any more food.” The guard speaks sternly and gets up. “I’ll be back later for you know what.” The guard says seductively.

Dazai hears the door scrape close. He immediately falls to the ground his knees being unable to hold him up. With his whole body shaking. He cuts the skin in his palms blood leaking out from his finger nails. He’s so nauseous and his head won’t stop spinning he can’t think he can’t think. He lays their for hours not daring to move exhausted and sore. He wants to hide he wants to know. He starts to drift asleep as time passes his body burning with pain.

Dazai finds himself with Mori again he remembers the way Mori would touch him. Kiss him. He remembers his breathe against his sweaty pale skin. How whenever he was bad he would shove a scapal into him as he would yelp and screaming begging him to stop scraping his insides as he begged and screamed. As Mori would hold him down biting his neck leaving his marks everywhere to show his skin wasn’t his but belonged to Mori. He remembers how eyes of the devil would admire his pained face with looks of admiration and hunger. He would scream and scream as he felt nothing but numbness in the end. Scared for people to touch him. Scared of them to being around him. Scared to show weakness. He remember trying to run but failing knowing the cycle would never end. He sees Mori approach him again he starts cursing at him trying to run-

All the sudden Dazai wakes up panicked. He looks around and finds no signs of Mori. But remembers his current predicament he would hope the next time he drifts asleep he wouldn’t wake. He feels the burning of his body. With dried blood covering parts of his skin. He doesn’t want to be here he feels trapped. He can’t see anything and his arms are still bind he feels so exposed. He starts hiccuping as he try’s to force himself to stop. He’s just not in the right mind he just need to reassess but his body disagrees with him with his mind plaguing him with dark thoughts he can’t take this he wishes blue eyes and ginger hair were here. As he use to calm his fits whenever he got into a depressive state.