Her eyes slowly flickered open, flickering around the dark room. Per usual, there were no traces of light. The small windows below the ceiling of the basement long since boarded up. The only exit was sealed shut with multiple locks barring her from the outside. It’s not like she’d try to escape. Even if she did, she wouldn’t get very far.
Vol slowly sat up, looking around the room coated in the darkest of shadows. Even if the room was completely dark, she could see just fine. The desk, drawers, bulletin... Vol could see everything.
Vol hugged her knees to her chest, the rattling of chains bound to her ankles sounding around the room as she moved. Her sunken, unblinking eyes settled on a particularly dark corner of the room. Her eyes drooped, getting lost in the endlessness of her mind.
‘What time is it?’. Vol didn’t know.
‘When was the last time I saw the light?’. She didn’t know that either. Being kept alone in the dark for so long will distort your sense of self and surroundings.
‘When is he coming back? I miss him..’. She really shouldn’t. She knows she shouldn’t. But she does.
Vol wonders if he’s asleep, or maybe he’s awake. If he’s awake, what is he doing? Is he watching TV, or is he eating? Maybe he’s bringing someone new home-
She paused. The very thought of him with someone else made her blood boil. Vol could feel the cells in her body begin to vibrate, the gradually increasing frustration making her tighten her grip around her legs. She hoped that wasn’t the case.
Vol sat still in the same place, her eyes red and bloodshot from her lack of blinking, dark eye bags prominent on her sunken face, deep in thought.
It was so quiet. She could almost hear her heart beating, pumping blood through her veins. It felt like the room was closing in on her, but it didn't bother her. No matter how close or far the walls were, she was still stuck in this dark, empty basement. Only one person could change that…
..but why would he do that?
He’s already branded her as his; the six numbers under her eye prove that.
Vol was knocked out of her thoughts by the sound of the doorknob rattling. Her eyes grow wide and she scrambles to her feet, stumbling on the way up. Only after a few seconds, the door swung open, and loud thumping descended the creaky, wooden stairs as a figure rolled down. Vol's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening as panic and fear filled her chest.
‘Did he fall? No, no, that could never happen to him..’ she thought to herself.
Frozen in place, she inspected the figure huddled, curled in on itself on the floor, whimpering and trembling in pain. A flash of realization flashed through her eyes.
‘This isn’t him.. He brought someone home..’, Vol bit her lip, now filled with an amalgamation of emotions. Curiosity, disappointment, fear, uncertainty.. they bubbled up in her chest. Vol was overwhelmed.
Lazy footsteps sounded down the stairs as the lights flickered on, and a frustrated, low huff reverberated around the small room. Vol’s eyes slowly trailed up the steps, and a familiar face descended the steps. He wore a scowl on his face, evidently annoyed by the struggle the unnamed woman gave him.
“Tch, givin’ me too much work, don’t make me give it to ya fast..”. His voice was low, with a deep and commanding tone. He glared down at the woman, jaw clenched in annoyance.
He finally descended the final step, his eyes closed for a moment before opening once again. He tried his best to keep calm, not wanting to rush his plans. He took a deep breath, the anger in his eyes slowly subsiding.
“Vol, get the table”, Saito commanded. Vol stood there for a few moments, her eyes transfixed on the whimpering woman.
Saito took a step closer to Vol, gripping her face tightly. “Get the fucking table”, he said lowly, his eyes boring deeply into hers. Vol could feel her heart miss a few beats, her lungs begging her to breathe. She slowly nodded her head, her eyes staring back at his.
Saito let her go and walked back to the woman on the ground while Vol turned and grabbed the metal table and unfolded it, twisting the latches in place to keep it stable. She wheeled it to the center of the room, her eyes hanging on the blood-rusted shackles and straps.
Vol looked back up at Saito, her hands trembling at the sight of him near the woman, cooing gently in her ear. She knew he didn’t love her. Vol knew he only did this to get what he wanted. He had done this to her when they first met, except the only difference was that he meant it.
Saito loved her. Saito wouldn’t lie to her.
“T.. The table’s ready..”, Vol spoke, her voice rough and low from the lack of use. Saito looked back at her, a soft smile gracing his lips. Vol noticed they didn’t quite touch his eyes but she decided to brush that fact aside.
“Thank you, love”, he responded gently. Vol’s breath hitched, her heart fluttering but falling just as fast at the sight of Saito lifting the mystery woman into his arms. Her hands began to tremble as she bit the inside of her cheek, fighting the urge to pull at her hair.
How badly she wanted to tear the woman out of his arms and stab an ice pick into her eyes. Saito smirked at the sight of her tense expression, knowing how well how much Vol ‘loved’ him. He laid the woman on the metal table, tightly binding her down with the chains and straps.
He swiftly stood by Vol's side, gently cupping her cheek as he gazed down at her with a soft smile. “No worries, sweetheart, you already know you’re the only one for me..”, he whispered to her, telling her everything she wanted to hear.
Vols’ eyes widened slightly, the look in her eyes changing to one of fondness. She nodded her head shyly at his words. Saitos’ smile widened slightly, pulling away from her as he looked down at the woman. “Get my tools, darlin’, gonna need ‘em..”, he said softly, his deep and gravely voice bouncing off the walls.
Vol immediately walked towards the counter, picked up the tool bag, and set it on the small medical table. Saito carefully set out a black cloth and began to carefully set out the medical tools. He was slow and precise, taking his time to set the tools to his liking.
“Get her ready for me, love”, Saito spoke gently, his eyes never straying from focus. Vol nodded and walked back to the counter, crouching beside a nearby mini fridge. She opened it up and grabbed a small glass bottle, branded veruconium.
Vol opened the cabinet and grabbed a syringe, cleaning it off before taking both and returning to the woman's side. She set the things down before grabbing an alcohol bottle and a cotton patch and dousing the patch generously. She put the alcohol bottle away and wiped the inside of her elbow thoroughly before throwing it away.
Vol removed the top and stuck the syringe into the top of the glass bottle, then pulled the pump back, slowly filling it with the fluid. She grabbed the woman's arm tightly, inserting the needle into the woman's arm, carefully penetrating the woman's vein.
At the feeling of the cold needle pushing into her skin, the woman began to thrash around. At this sight, Saito gripped the woman's face tightly, his veins protruding through his skin at his tense hold. “Settle. Down.”, he said through clenched teeth, his gaze sharp and predatory.
The woman's eyes flew wide, her chest tightening in fear as her body slowly went limp as she stared back at him. Saito slowly removed his hand, keeping his eyes locked onto hers, serving as her final warning.
Vol watched them before continuing to slowly push the pump lower until nothing remained in the syringe. She slowly pulled the syringe from her arm and placed it into the sink. Vol returned to the table side, looking up at Saito, waiting for further instructions.
Saito pulled out 4 black gloves from the lower half of the medical table, handing two to Vol. The two of them pulled them on, keeping them tight yet comfortable.
Saito smiled gently at Vol. “Ready, doll?”, he asked, slowly becoming more and more excited as the time finally came to perform one of his favorite torture methods, The Blood Eagle. Vol nodded her head silently, staring at him intently. “Good. Now lift her, darlin’”.
Vol detached the chains from the medical table, and Saito did the same. They moved across the room and put the chains through a pair of pulleys. They began to pull the chains, and the woman slowly slid off the metal table, falling to the floor before being suspended in the air.
The woman's bones pulled tightly at her sockets, becoming increasingly uncomfortable, but she was unable to do anything with the muscle relaxant she was injected with. All she could do was stare at them, hanging there, helpless and pathetic.
Saito walked before the woman, smirking at the sight of their handiwork. He stared for a few moments, then walked over to the small medical table and wheeled it behind the woman. Saito glanced over at Vol, “Vol, c’mere. ‘M gonna need you darlin’”.
Vol walked over to his side, standing behind the medical table, ready to give him whatever he needed. “Good girl”, he smiled at her. Vol blushed softly, the red tinge looking slightly discolored on her dirty skin.
“Gonna need you to listen to me nicely, this project is very important, okay?”. His voice had a tone of authority, making her stand straight and nod her head. Saito turned his gaze to the woman's back, holding his hand out.
“Scissors and scalpel”, Vol nodded once again and handed him both of the tools. He cut the center of the woman's shirt down the shoulder and collar, making them fall to the floor. He proceeded to cut off her bra, throwing it to the ground.
Saito handed the scissors back to Vol. She placed it neatly onto the table and steadied her gaze back onto him. Saito held the scalpel steady in his hand. He put his hand on the woman's shoulder, the contact making Vols’ eye twitch in annoyance.
He then proceeded to press the scalpel at the base of the nape of her neck, the coldness of the blade causing the woman's eyes to blow wide open in pain. She couldn’t move, all she could do was stare forward as the burning sensation traveled down her back as he dragged the scalpel down, effortlessly cutting through her skin.
The woman’s voice caught in her throat. She couldn’t scream, no matter how badly she wanted to. She hung in the air by her arms, her shoulder sockets felt like they were going to pop out. A silent tear drifted down her cheek, followed by another.
The woman couldn’t handle the pain. But there wasn’t much she could do about it.
Saito began to cut horizontally across her shoulder blades before cutting across her tailbone. The woman cried profusely, weak whimpers and wheezes sounding from her throat, but no one paid her any mind. Pinching the woman's skin, Saito slowly skinned the flesh off of her back with steady hands.
Saito carefully began to cut away at the flesh on her spine, his eyes sharp in focus. He let the small chunks of flesh fall to his feet, absent-mindedly kicking them away as he kept his razor focus. He continued along her back until her spine became visible, the white of her bone coated with a rich color of red.
The woman began to feel dizzy, her head lifting and falling as she desperately tried to keep her mind awake. Saito pulled away, smiling in satisfaction at the sight of her skinned back, feeling accomplished. Noticing the woman struggling to stay awake, he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and carelessly splashed it on her bare flesh. A thick layer of grey bubbles covered her back as the alcohol cascaded down her back.
The woman’s eyes flew open in pain, feeling as though the acid thrown on her was melting through her chest cavity. Tears streamed down her cheeks in rapid succession, the tips of her fingers slightly twitching.
Still, she could do nothing but hang in place, vulnerable to their ongoing torture.
“Ice pick and hammer,” he held his hand out in Vols’ direction. Vol looked down at the small metal table and handed him his desired tools.
With the ice pick in his left hand and the hammer in his right, he positioned the pick at the base of her top left rib. He cocked his arm back, bringing it down with a force that automatically broke her rib off of her spine.
Saito looked at the woman, taking in her tears and her wide, pain-filled eyes. A small grin graced his lips as he stepped back into place, preparing to break off her next rib.
Finally, after so long, Saito was done. The woman hung limply, her eyes glazed over. She could feel her life fading, her pain dulling into a throbbing numbness. Her back was covered in a thick crimson, multiple small rivers of red dripping down her legs and down into the small puddle of blood below her.
Her breathing was weak and shallow, her cheeks covered in dry tears. The woman has long since given up, knowing that there was no sympathy for her in their corrupted and broken hearts.
Saito stepped back and admired his work; her spine was isolated in the middle of her back, each one of her ribs broken away and protruding out slightly. He smiled in contentment at the sight, the scalpel spinning in between his fingers as his eyes glazed over her bloody back.
Saito wiped the sweat away from his brow, stretching his arms out. He feels a shiver go up his spine as he yawns. He takes in a deep breath, slowly letting it out as he gets ready for the next step.
At the sight of her mangled body, Vol felt an odd sense of satisfaction, feeling as though this was the woman's punishment for being so close to Saito. Vol’s lidded eyes were locked onto the back of the woman's head, staring intensely.
She quickly snapped out of it as she noticed Saito moving close towards the woman, her eyes widening larger than normal as he watched his hands cascade down her back almost.. intimately.
Vol bit her lip tightly, the cracked flesh giving away under the pressure and small beads of her blood rushing forth. Vol began to feel increasingly agitated as she watched Saito’s hands rest on the woman's hips; her breathing becoming erratic, her fingers twitching and trembling.
Vol couldn’t look away. She wanted to look away. An endless wave of thoughts swarmed her mind, and she was powerless to stop them. ‘Stop fucking touching her.. why are you touching her.. you don’t need her, you only need me.. stop it stop it sTOP IT!’
The seconds felt like minutes as tears of frustration began to bead Vol’s eyes.. And before she knew it, Saito was pushed aside and the ice pick was now wedged deep into the woman's back. Vol’s eyes were wide and frantic, tears spilling down her cheeks as weak and broken grunts heaved from her dry throat with every stab of the icepick into the woman's back.
Saito watched with wide eyes, paralyzed in shock as Vol slowly got covered in more and more blood, unable to tear his eyes away. The woman was already dead, unable to handle any more pain and blood loss after Vol’s rage-filled stabbings.
Saito inhaled shakily, his eyes steeling onto Vol’s form as his lips curled into a snarl. Before he knew it, his fist swiftly collided with her temple, her frail body automatically collapsing to the ground, the ice pick rolling away from her. “YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH, DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE HOW LONG I’VE WAITED FOR THIS?!”, his leg cocked back and his foot swung down onto her stomach.
Vol’s eyes widened, the wind knocked from her lungs and her vision dazed. She gasped and sputtered, unable to take the breath of air her body so desperately craved. She could feel the discomfort in her stomach, she felt like she needed to throw up. Her mouth watered, finally taking in air with a bloody cough.
Hit after hit, the hard tip of his boot collided with her fragile frame. Saito couldn’t help the rage he felt. He had waited for so long, finally got everything he needed for this moment and the stupid bitch ruined it. His breathing was labored, panting heavily as he stumbled a few steps back, his eyes locked onto her bloody face.
Vol’s body ached all over, her face coated in blood and tears. She trembled and gasped for breath as best as she could without provoking the stinging in her ribs. Despite the intense pain wracking all over her body, she couldn’t help the glee she felt.
He was looking at her, talking to her, touching her.
She finally got his attention.
That sole thought made Vol’s heart soar before it crashed back down not even a second later as she watched him walk away. A broken whimper of concern and confusion sounded from her bloody lips; weakly turning her head to keep her eyes on his form.
Her eyes widened with a start, fear rapidly pumping through her veins as she watched him open the door in the corner. Tears quickly filled Vol’s eyes, a cracked sob emanating from her throat as she forced her bruised body to move.
Vol let out a sharp cry as Saito’s hand grabbed her ankles and dragged her backward, hysterically sobbing as she desperately clawed at the concrete floor.
She couldn’t see through her tears, she couldn’t hear through her screams; she couldn’t feel her fingernails slowly peeling off of the nail bed of her fingers, her flesh struggling to stay attached to her fingertips.
As Saito pulled Vol closer to the darkened room, the line of blood and gore grew longer as Vol’s skin and nails gave way against the cold concrete. Everything stopped, and Saito finally pulled away, walking around her.
Vol’s body was trembling as she struggled to even out her breathing. She exhaled shakily and managed to blink her tears away, finding the only light filling the darkened room coming from the open door before her.
Her breath hitches, eyes widening in unbridled terror and she reaches out for Saito’s shadowy front in a final plea before the door slams closed, plunging her into darkness.
Before Vol can react, a chilled breath blows against the back of her head, gently ruffling through her hair and caressing her neck. Vol’s heart sinks. It’s her.
This was posted bc fuck ass mssg limit on Tumblr. Context, I might use Saito as the main focus of a VN I will possibly be doing.
