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.