Characters: Rei, Saburo
Warnings: Dub/Non-con; Parent/Child Incest; Manipulation; Torture; Dom! Saburo; Yandere; Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Note: This is a semi-continuation of Twisted Thorns from my AO3! It just gives a bit of pre-context though, I don't think it's necessary to read.
Side 1: Saburo
“Good morning, Rei.”
“…”
Saburo coldly looked down on the pathetic lump that was his sperm donor.
Where had all the bravado gone? It had only been three days of starvation and isolation, but Rei now quietly kneeled at his feet, blank expression facing down and a slight tremble in his shoulders. It was an adorably pathetic sight, and Saburo reveled in it.
“I said,” Saburo repeated again, “Good morning, Rei.”
The trembling worsens, and a hitched breath alerts Saburo to how close Rei is to breaking down again. He doesn’t care though. Every little scream and sob delighted Saburo, and now was no different.
“G- good morning…” The older man chokes out, and each breath sounds dangerously close to a sob.
In the year that Rei had spent alone with Saburo, it practically seemed like the man had learned nothing, Saburo sighs internally. He hated repeating himself, but for his pathetic little pet, he could be patient. Wasn’t Saburo so kind, to teach an old and useless dog like Rei new tricks?
“C’mon,” Saburo sighs, “you look disgusting. Clean up first, then you can eat.”
He briefly stops to pat Rei on the cheek before leaning over to unlock the chains binding Rei’s feet to the bed. The way Rei leans into the touch and practically whimpers when Saburo’s hand leaves doesn’t escape Saburo’s notice. It’s rather cute how touch-starved Rei had become after only a year, having only interacted with Saburo in that time.
Once the chains were unlocked, Saburo waited for Rei to slowly struggle his way to the bathroom, another monotonous routine in an every-vicious cycle of abuse, and today would be no different. Rei would strip in the bathroom to reveal a collection of bruises and cuts. Saburo would mock him relentlessly and Rei flinch and shrink into himself with each word. Afterwards, Saburo would allow Rei to eat a small portion of food – not enough to really fill even child – just enough that Rei would not starve to death. Rei won’t complain though, even has the hunger pains became overwhelming. He’d learnt early on it would only earn himself more pain and suffering.
This pain and suffering was his own fault anyways. It was Rei's fault for abandoning them. Rei's fault for not being good enough, not strong enough. Wasn't it Rei's fault for being so pretty that Saburo could do nothing but love and obsess over him?
So Saburo had taken Rei to become his and his only. Had forced Rei to submit.
Rei truly had become Saburo cute, pathetic pet.
Side 2: Rei
The worst part of having sex with Saburo is that it wasn't unpleasant. Sure, Saburo could be rough and cruel, but there was always something that kept the experience from being another torture in this endless hellhole.
That was the lie Rei told himself, anyways. He knew fully well that so-called ‘something’ was simply the warmth and contact that sex brought along with it. It was wrong – so, so very wrong – yet, in the beginning, he had hesitated in fighting back, in attempting to harm Saburo. Nowadays, Rei simply had no strength or energy to struggle – nor would he out of fear of retaliation.
"I love you," Saburo would whisper, nails digging deep into fragile skin as if clamping down and trapping Rei. Possessive bites and marks usually followed, Rei's body a canvas of abuse and pain.
Every time Saburo leaned down and kissed him, every sweet empty whisper, Rei reminded himself that this was not love. It was an obsession, and an obsession that Rei had lost to.
What a shitty love.
In the end, wasn't this all his own fault? Wasn't this Rei's fault for not being good enough, for wanting something he had abandoned so long ago? This pain was deserved, every touch from Saburo - no matter how wrong - was the result of Rei's own failures.
In the end, Rei could only succumb to Saburo, and to the consequences of his own actions.