How long have you been holed up here? Two, three weeks? There were no windows in this room, just a mattress with a blanket and blood-stained walls. The door was out of reach since your chain didn’t stretch that far.

At some point he’d replaced the chains on your neck with a collar and kept the chain to keep you from reaching the door. When he finally hooked it up he’d seemed so proud of his work, smiling and saying: “Aw, don’t you look so cute like this?”

After that he didn’t at all have to worry about you leaving as he had a tracking device placed in the collar. You were his now.

“Anon!” Satoru sang happily as he swung open the door. “My good little puppy, look what I brought you!” He held out a plate of food. Drugged, probably. He’d kept you drugged for hours on end using you for his own sick amusement. You were only ever fully conscious when he was beating you, wanting to see a painful expression on your face.

He frowned when he saw you zoning out, giving a ‘light’ tap to your face. “Hey wake up. Did you hear the part where I brought you food?” He gripped your hair, bringing his hand to cup your cheek and thumbing it. “Or was I not loud enough?”