Day 6

Forgot to update yesterday. 5507 words.



Byou found himself lying naked in the woods. He recognised the place immediately, it was the woods not far from the town he grew up in. although he knew it was not possible for him to be there, he did not feel scared or confused, only calm. It somehow felt right. The woods were silent, not even wind made a noise. It was as if the world was on mute. He climbed to his feet, crushing dry, crunchy leaves beneath his feet that did not make a sound. As he rubbed his hands briskly on his arms to warm himself, even that was silent. From far off, he heard a child and a man talking. Heard, yet didn’t. the noises didn’t exist, yet he heard them, loud, screaming, filling his head.

He walked towards them, slowly. He was running, but no matter how fast he ran, his journey was toturously slow. As he ran, the leaves on the trees that brushed his skin and got in his mouth became sticky with fluid, a smell and tast byou was far too accustomed to, one that any other time he would find pleasureable. Yet now, the fluid on his skin, in his mouth, the intoxicating smell, the taste, it all felt wrong and vile. He gagged as he ran. Gagged and ran. Gagged and ran. Gagged and fell. Gagged and spat. Vomited.

His most hated memory was their before him. The one memory he surpressed, the one he could not recall at any other time. The memory of a small boy, trying to scream through the pudgy, sweaty fingers that were clamped across his mouth. The memory of the blood flooding down the boy’s thighs as he was torn, over and over. The memory of the vile breath, coming out of the monster in grunts, suffocating the boy with it’s vile odour. The memory of that boy’s favourite teacher ramming into him repeatedly, violently, ruthlessly. Byou watched, tears cascading down his cheeks. He watched himself being raped by the one he trusted most in the whole world. The one who had saved him.

The fluid from the leeves began to drip white, and the foul man was gone. Byou watched his younger self shiver and weep. He knew what would happen. He knew no-one would come. He remembered it far too vividly. Rather than watch this anymore, Byou headed out of the wood, kissing his younger self on the forehead as he left. The journey this time was frighteningly fast. The light outside of the forest blinded him. The world was still muted. He was blind, deaf, helpless. The light hurt him, burned his flesh away.

He creamed and screamed and screamed, kicking the bed sheets around him and tearing at his pillow. It took a good minute for him to realize he was awake. He breathed hard and erratically, trying to recall the dream, but his burning flesh filled his mind, pushing away everything else. He could not remember.

Day 5

Done fuck all today, just named chapters and planned a bit. I shall do more in photography tomorrow and over the weekend. 4167 words. Yey me.



Jasmine sat down beside Mikaru, placing a hand on his shoulder. Mana knelt in front of them. He opened the medical kit, before turning back to Mikaru.

“I need you to tell me if you have any injuries. Please, don’t be embarrassed. I am a professional, and I have dealt with Byou’s victims before. You can trust me.” Mana said, speaking very softly, soothingly. Mikaru shook his head.

“I’m ok, really. He only…” he just couldn’t say it, so he spat into a mug that was next to the sofa, hoping they would get the hint. Mana and Jasmine looked at each other, relieved. It could have been so much worse…

“Now, Mikaru. I’m going to give you my number. If you even see Byou, call me or find Jasmine. You sure so lucky to be alive…,” A tear fell down Mana’s cheek as he spoke, he tried to wipe it away without the others noticing. “You need to look after yourself, or you won’t last long here. If you need anything, find us. We will help you. Promise me?” Mikaru nodded. Mana sighed and stood, gesturing for Jasmine to stand. They bade Mikaru farewell, and left the apartment.

Outside the apartment, Jasmine turned to Mana as he began to leave, grabbing his hand. He smiled gently at Mana, blushing a little and pulling him into a hug. Mana squeaked a little in surprise, not used to physical contact of that sort. Jasmine pulled away.

"Mana, could you possibly stay at mine tonight? I'm just a little shook up after everything... I need someone to hold me..." Jasmine asked, rather embarrassed. Mana smiled and patted his shoulder, and nodded. Jasmine grinned, and led Mana into his apartment. Jasmine headed straight for his bedroom, guiding Mana behind him. Mana removed his coat, placing it on the end of the bed, and removed his shoes, as Jasmine picked up some bedclothes for himself and Mana, passed Mana some clothes and headed for the door.

"wait. It's ok, change here. I'll be watching you all night, changing in the same room won't matter. I won't look." Mana told him, before turning and quickly removing his dress and tights, before slipping on the pyjamas. He turned back, to see Jasmine changed and hugging himself tightly as he sat on the floor by the bed. Mana pulled back the bed covers and guided Jasmine into bed, pulling the covers over him. He then climbed into the bed with him, cuddling up to Jasmine and kissing his forehead. It was then he noticed Jasmine’s tears, but felt it best not to ask. He waited until he knew Jasmine was asleep until he closed his eyes.

Day 4

3606 words. Still behind.




Shinya gave him a puzzled look, amused by his behaviour. As Kyo looked him up and down, Shinya noticed his cock becoming hard again, which aroused Shinya. Kyo stopped behind him, pressing his cock against the other’s ass. He brushed the amber coloured hair away from Shinya’s ear.

“I want you to be my pet, my toy. I will look after you and pay you more than anyone else pays to fuck you… Just remain loyal to me. Be my perfect doll.” he whispered into Shinya’s ear, the husky tone and warm breath making Shinya shiver. He nodded, the prospect of others not abusing him was too great to pass up. Shinya turned to kiss Kyo, so thankful for his offer. He hated being used by lecherous men, sometimes even raped, as a punishment for being too feminine. All that would be over… he was so grateful that he began to cry. Kyo felt awkward, not used to comforting people. He led Shinya to the sofa and sat them both down, holding the other to his chest and stroking his hair. Shinya kept mumbling his thanks, giving Kyo a warm feeling he wasn’t used to. Before long, Shinya was asleep, utterly exhausted by the nights events. Kyo watched him sleep, comparing the other to an angel in his head. He stayed awake, feeling oddly protective over his new pet. He wouldn’t let this one go, he couldn’t lose another one. No matter what it took, Shinya would be his, forever.

Chapter 3: Garnet In The Eden

Mana, by nature, was a law abiding, gentle, caring individual, so was, of course, an unusual inhabitant of the island. Unlike others, who were there for committing crime, Mana was there for being a victim. He hated mixing with others on the island, the repulsive criminals, and for the most part, kept himself to himself. Though, oddly enough, his caring, compassionate ways had turned him into what he hated. A thief performing illegal health care. He was known to most on the island as “The Merciful Angel”. He spent his days caring for wounded inhabitants who were harmed due to illegal activities. Should they go to hospital, the punishments for them and maybe others would be far to severe, unfair and inhumane. As much as he despised them, Mana couldn’t let that happen if he could help. Even if it meant breaking into the hospital to steal supplies and spending many hours avoiding officials, he felt he had to.

During the early hours of the morning, he was awoken by a frantic banging on his door. Muttering, he shuffled to the door, ready to yell at whoever felt it acceptable to make so much noise at this time. He flung open the door and was greeted by his closest friend, Jasmine You. Jasmine looked panicked and tired, his hair a mess and his clothing splattered in mud.

“a new resident… Byou chased him outside… he came back crying.” Jasmine gasped between breaths, his chest aching from running across town. Mana cursed loudly and crudely, completely out of character for him. He hated Byou, so very much. That arrogant head of police, the bastard who raped and killed and got away with it. That bastard who tortured and beat people, humiliated and broke them, then supplied them with their vices to keep them coming back to him. Just the mention of his name made Mana’s blood boil.

Throwing on a coat, he grabbed his medical kit and ran outside after Jasmine, following him outside and down winding streets, across the park and into the building in which Jasmine and the new resident lived. Charging up the flights of stairs, Mana reached the top, panting hard. Jasmine hammered on a door, and was eventually answered by a dark haired man, who’s face was red and damp. Jasmine barged his way into the flat, pulling Mana behind him.
“Get the fuck out of my flat!” The man screamed. Mana ran to him, pushing him up against the closed door and clamping a hand across his mouth.

“Shut up, you will get us all in trouble,” Mana hissed, as the man let out muffled screams. “Listen, I am Mana, I’m a nurse. I’m here to help. You have met Byou, haven’t you?” Immediately, the man stopped screaming, and Mana removed his hand. The man coughed.

“I’m sorry, I’m just…,” he gave a half smile and held his hand out to Mana, who shook it. “I’m Mikaru. And you are?” he asked, looking over at Jasmine.

“I’m Jasmine, your next door neighbour.” he told Mikaru. Mikaru nodded and walked to the sofa, gesturing for the others to follow.

Day 3

2832 words. fuck.




Kyo hummed a little to himself as he tried to ignore the pounding noise of his club, poking the ice in his glass with his little finger. These people bored him, the ones who came here to forget their situation for a while. The ones who payed the highest prices to feel a little heat, passion and lust for the shortest time… he pitied them. He knew he was different. He owned the city. He was living the dream life. His whole world was under his control, everyone at his mercy.

Kyo was almost knocked over as someone ran past him, heading for the door. A tall, thin woman screamed after the someone. Kyo had always felt the need to protect the weak, in his eyes that included women, so instinctively he chased the stranger from the club. He caught the assailant half way down an alleyway, about two blocks from the club, where Kyo pulled a knife from his waistband and slit the person’s throat.

As the victim slumped to the ground, Kyo took a small, sequined purse from his hand. Quickly looking through it, he found several thousand city credits in the purse. City credits were the currency of the island, one of which was equivalent to around two pounds. Kyo knew immediately no-one law abiding should be carrying this amount of money. He turned on his heel, to find the woman he had seen earlier, who he assumed was the owner of the money.

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“Hello miss, is this yours?” Kyo asked the beautiful stranger, giving her a cheeky wink. The woman smiled and nodded, accepting the purse from him before standing to leave. Kyo grabbed her arm firmly. He certainly had to find out more about her before she left. “Care for a drink?” The woman nodded again, and followed Kyo to the bar. Kyo ordered their drinks, while sending the woman little smiles.

“I’m Shinya.” the woman said softly, as she accepted the drink and sipped at it. Kyo nodded and gave her his name, receiving another small smile. His thoughts suddenly turned. Now that formalities where out of the way, he just had to ask about the money. His question caused Shinya to splutter a little on her drink, then blush.

“the money? I.. uh…” She faltered, unsure how to continue. Kyo pressed on, asking her where or how she got all that money. She smiled a little, and reached for Kyo’s hand. “I could show you…” she told him, and pulled him along behind her as she slipped into a back room. The second she had closed the door behind her, she pushed Kyo up against the wall, and suddenly Kyo noticed that she was somewhat taller than him. Not that that would be difficult, given his short stature, though it was unusual for a woman.

Shinya leaned down slightly to kiss him roughly. Kyo let out a muffled yelp of surprise, before grabbing Shinya’s hair and kissing her harder, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She trailed one hand teasingly down his chest, letting it rest on the waist band of his trousers. The other hand she slipped under his shirt, and dragged her nails firmly across his chest. Kyo pulled away and groaned as the nails scraped his nipples. In one swift movement, Shinya removed his shirt, and worked her way down his body, kissing, licking and biting all the way. She knelt before him, looking up at him with beautiful, wide eyes, such a lust filled gaze that it made Kyo shiver.

Shinya undid his belt and pulled down his clothing with expert ease. She held his semi-erect length in her hand, and stroked it gently while darting her tongue out to lick at the head. Kyo’s head fell back against the wall as he let out a half moan, thrusting his hips forward as a hint. Shinya smirked as she took his entire length in her mouth, shifting slightly to get into position to deep throat him.

“Fuck…” Kyo exhaled, his eyes half closed and his breath coming in quick pants and gasps. Before long, with all the wonderful things Shinya was doing to him… the teasing licks, the firm sucks and gentle hums… Kyo almost came. Almost… “Shinya…” he moaned out, as he pilled her roughly by the hair to stand. He turned them so that she was against the wall, and as he jerked himself off, he pulled out his knife. For a moment, fear flashed across Shinya’s eyes, but after a moment, as if reading his mind, she exposed her neck to him, where he made a small cut, enough to get a dribble of blood. Shinya gasped loudly at the pain, and then whined as Kyo sucked up the blood hungrily, finding the experience oddly pleasurable. As Kyo lapped at the blood on his lips, he came. The semen splattered onto Shinya’s thighs, narrowly missing the hem of her short dress.

“now pay up.” Shinya instructed, as Kyo fell to his knees and licked up the semen. Kyo shook his head as he licked higher up her thigh, lifting her dress up slowly. She flushed bright red and push the dress back down, and moved away from him. He laughed, before grabbing her roughly and pulling her towards him. Shinya struggled against him, yet he managed to get a hand under her dress…

“Oh my… fuck!” Kyo exclaimed, then almost fell over as he lost himself to a laughing fit. Shinya stared at him, confused. “Fuck.. You’re a guy!” he stated. Shinya nodded, sheepishly. “why didn’t you just say so?”

“I didn’t want to ruin my chances. You seemed to like me enough as a woman.” Shinya mumbled, a little unsure what else to say. Kyo smiled and walked over to him, grabbing his ass as he kissed the cut on Shinya’s neck gently.

“you shouldn’t have worried,” Kyo said softly, “I go both ways.” He continued to kiss the others neck, before he asked a question. “Do you actually.. Enjoy doing this? I mean… prostituting yourself. Do you really want to be used and fucked raw by strangers who don’t give a fuck about you?” Shinya pulled back, his eyes glistening with tears. He shook his head. Kyo gave him a small smile and kissed him ever so gently on the lips. “how would you like… a different job?” Kyo asked him. Shinya looked at him puzzled. Kyo pulled the other closer by the hips, and kissed his lips firmly. He slipped Shinya’s dress down, loving the fact that the other lacked underwear. He pulled away from the kiss, and circled Shinya,

Day 2

1723 words so far... WARNING - This extract contains rape. Continued from previous post.




Mikaru felt physically sick as the noises of the other flooded his head. He hit the other repeatedly with bunched fists, hitting every part of his assaulter’s body that he could reach. The other only laughed pleasantly, his voice tinged with a pleasurable sigh.

“Come on, fight harder!” Byou jeered, and Mikaru did so, getting a leg free and kicking Byou to the floor. Mikaru ran to the door, and flew down the stairs, Byou’s taunting voice following him. “You can’t leave! The curfew!” Mikaru ignored him and ran, crashing through the main doors into the cool night. He kept running and running, until he collapsed onto a bench in the nearby park. He let out choked sobs as he lay there… oblivious to the foot steps behind him.

“Stupid little bitch!” yelled Byou as he grabbed Mikaru roughly by the collar and threw him to the floor. “Don’t ever run from me!” Mikaru screamed shrilly as Byou straddled his chest and unzipped his own trousers, reaching inside to massage himself, groaning and giggling as Mikaru struggled. Mikaru managed to land a punch straight into Byou’s stomach. Byou growled and pulled a gun from under his coat, pressing the icy metal to Mikaru’s temple.

“You will do what the fuck I want you to.” Byou hissed as he shifted himself forward and forced his erect cock into Mikaru’s mouth. Mikaru choked around it, wailing a little. Out of pure fear for his life, he began to work on the cock, sucking and licking to the best of his ability, feeling utterly degraded. Byou rocked above him, forcing his cock deeper into Mikaru’s throat, choking the other and letting out sweet, erotic moans. With his free hand he pushed up his shirt and pinched and teased his nipples, biting on his bottom lip as he thrust deeper into Mikaru.

With one last harsh thrust and lewd moan, Byou came hard into Mikaru’s throat, causing his victim to gag and almost vomit. As he drew out, Byou instructed Mikaru to swallow and let out a sick laugh when he obeyed.

“Back to your flat.” Byou instructed, as he zipped himself up and put away his gun. He threw a packet of cigarettes and a lighter onto the ground, near Mikaru who lay crying. Giving Mikaru one last smile, Byou left, almost skipping, feeling satisfied and empowered.

After what seemed like an age, Mikaru dragged himself to his flat, collecting the items left behind by Byou, and made his way slowly back to his flat. the city was eerily quiet, silent even. Their was little light, no people, no cars. It was unlike anything Mikaru had even seen or experienced. It was like the city was dead.

Closing his door behind him, Mikaru fell to the floor and wept. He screamed for Akui and Chou, and begged the walls for Byou’s death. Before long, utterly exhausted by the days events, he fell into an uneasy sleep.

Chapter 2: Won't You Try The Soup Of Sexual Desire?

As severe as the punishments were in Ju-On city, that didn’t stop the inhabitants from breaking the rules and living a little. Hidden in the cellar of a corner shop was the most explicit night club many had come across., run by the ex-leader of a Kyoto based gang.

the club was a haven for the sleaze and scum of the island. Strippers entertain, whores were for hire and drugs were in abundance. Though none of this came cheap, most would pay with… favours.

Day 1

So, I'm behind already. Only 1145 words.



Chapter 1: Pray To Heaven With Me

“Good god, this place is hell” Mikaru thought to himself, as he cried a little more, clutching the picture of his wife and six year old son to his chest. His dark, matted hair and his pillow were damp, his eyes bleary. All he could think of were their faces as the judge delivered his sentence, the despair as they knew they would lose Mikaru forever…

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“… You have been found guilty of one count of rape, one count of assault and one count of murder. From here, you will be taken to Ju-on city, where you shall spend the rest of your life…”

Mikaru became seemingly stoic, as he observed his wife and son weep. Inwardly, he was screaming, his heart shattering, yet out of pride he refused to show it. He could feel the heated glares of his victim’s family, their jeering felt like knives to him.

He was led away, handcuffed, to a small room at the back of the courthouse. He was given only an hour to spend with his family.

Akui, his wife, opened the door slowly as she entered the room, leading Chou behind her. Chou ran to him, climbed to his lap and clung to him for dear life. Akui sat beside her husband on the threadbare sofa, kissing Mikaru chastely on the lips.

“While you’re away, I’ll take this to appeal. I know your not guilty, I know-” Mikaru raised his hand to silence her. He shook his head.

“I did it.” was all he said. She stared at him in disbelief, fresh tears flooding from her eyes. She shook her head, saying “no” over and over… She lifted Chou from Makalu’s lap and fled from the room. Her cries could be heard as she ran down the corridor Mikaru didn’t chase her, he only sat on the sofa, his whole body shaking as he wept.

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The convicts sat in complete silence as they were transported to the airport. All were destined for Ju-On city, a place known to many as “hell on earth”. Ju-On city was an island built on the international date line, roughly in line with the Hokkaido island of Japan. It was a joint collaboration of many governments across the world, as a place to send criminals, and sometimes undesirable innocents, or people who knew too much. People that the government did not want in society. It was an idea proposed by the one who had come up with the idea of Battle Royale, and Ju-On city had started roughly six years after the collapse of Battle Royale. Just the stories of the island served as a deterrent, and crime world wide had dropped significantly during the twelve years the island had been around.

Mikaru was greeted by three official looking individuals when he reached Ju-On city. The island had only a very small terminal, with one air strip. The officials were friendly enough, he thought, though still threatening, with the guns at their waists. One of them, a stocky, bald, Caucasian man, led Mikaru to some plastic seats and read him the laws he must abide by.

“You can’t leave the island. You can’t have a job. Money will be put into a bank account for you, weekly. Only you and Ju-On city officials have access to this account. You will be given a flat in the city centre to live in, and you must remain their from midnight to six am. All drugs are illegal, including medicines, nicotine and alcohol. If you require medicine, it will be administered at hospital. Internet access is prohibited. Homosexuality is prohibited. Staying anywhere but your own place of residence is prohibited…”

Mikaru zoned out, easily losing interest in the mans rambling. He didn’t want to know… he didn’t care. Following the rules didn’t matter, he could deal with the consequences. It didn’t matter… All that mattered was hours away, crying and hating everything about him…

*~*~*

Rifling through his pockets, Mikaru cursed as he remembered that his cigarettes had been confiscated at the airport. Fuck this place!

“Want one?” came a soft voice from behind him, and he froze immediately in fear. He turned slowly to see a stylish, effeminate blond man stood there, holding out a packet of cigarettes. Cautiously, Mikaru took one and lit it with the others lighter, watching him carefully all the while. The man smiled and walked over to the nearby sofa, lounging across it, as if he owned the place. Mikaru watched him, feeling anger rise up inside at the intrusion.

“Who are you?” He asked, not bothering to keep the vicious tone from his voice. He was far too tired and depressed to make friends, or not make enemies. The other let out a delicate laugh, and motioned for Mikaru to sit.

“I’m Byou. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mikaru.” he said, amusement lacing his voice, and he gave Mikaru a flirtatious wink. Mikaru grimaced, before realising… He knows my name! As if he had read his thoughts, Byou let out another laugh, this time a little harsher, before speaking again. “I’m head of police on this god-forsaken island, so I know everything about you.” Needless to say, this displeased Mikaru, he had hoped to keep his reasons for being their to himself.

“So… rape and murder, eh? I must say, I’m partial to a little rape myself…” Mikaru chuckled a little. Just play along. Maybe he will go away… From the look on Byou’s face, Mikaru knew immediately he had made a mistake. He crashed to the ground as Byou struck him.

“You think I’m joking? Do you? You dare to laugh at me?” Byou’s voice was filled with venom and rage, and as he stared down at the other, who was whimpering a little in surprise and fear, he felt suddenly empowered. How he missed this feeling…

Grabbing Mikaru roughly by the neck, Byou forced against the wall, and strengthened his grip as he used the other hand to tug harshly on his new victim’s hair and used his body to hold the other against the wall. As a sick smile graced his lips, Byou leaned towards the other and crushed their lips together, before biting down hard on Mikaru’s lip, drawing a substantial amount of blood. Mikaru screamed, the noise muffled slightly, though the fear was still obvious. Byou groaned lewdly at the taste, before licking Mikaru’s jaw line, leaving a little blood behind. By now, tears were leaking from Mikaru’s eyes, and pleas spilt from his lips… he begged for mercy, for salvation…

The helplessness his victim was displaying only served to arouse Byou even more, and he rubbed their hips together, gasping and panting as he did so, while filling his mind with beautiful fantasies of tearing and abusing this weak, pathetic man… of completely degrading and humiliating him…