5. Brian

FIVE

brian

I’ve been here maybe a week now. I can’t remember. I lose track of the days. Most of the time I’ve been free inside the cell. Matsumoto releases a gas from tubes in the ceiling that knocks me out long enough that he can chain or unchain me as he wills. I guess he knows I’m in here for a while and he doesn’t want me stinking up the place. This guy is all about personal hygiene.

There’s a shower, sink, and toilet over to one side so I can stay reasonably clean. And I get two meals a day. It’s not the Ritz, but I’m not complaining. Unlike me, Matsumoto Junior doesn’t seem to have a taste for torture. At least not of men. Unless he just wants to keep a clean canvas for the main event.

He does seem to like psychological torture though, because when I’m chained, he enjoys telling me in minute detail the evil horrifying shit he plans to do to Mina when she arrives. And he leaves the cell door open to taunt me with the freedom I can’t have.

Right now is one of those moments. I’m chained, Matsumoto stands here like the smug motherfucker he is. I’ve had my daily shower and first meal. My captor looks more on edge than normal, as though he’s anticipating something. I can guess what he’s anticipating.

“She won’t come,” I say. “In the first place, she can’t get out of the house. How would she get keys to a car? She has a security bracelet that won’t allow her off the property… and even if she could get out, she wouldn’t, she’s smart. She knows you’d never let me go. You let me go and you’re a dead man, do you hear me, motherfucker?”

Matsumoto just smiles. But he isn’t looking at me. “And yet… here she is.”

No. No. No. No. No!

I can’t bring myself to look at the door because I know what I’ll find. All I can do is scream No over and over in my mind. I can’t even get my vocal cords to work right now.

Finally I manage to choke out the words. “Mina, why? Why would you come for me?”

“You know why.”

She’s wearing a Black corset that pushes her tits up high. The corset has pale blue ribbons. Black lace panties. Garter belt, stockings, high heels. If she were to turn around, I know there would be those perfect seams down the back of her perfect legs.

“Turn, and let me see you,” Matsumoto says as if wishing to confirm this thought for himself. He rotates his finger in the air. He is so fucking smug, and I want to rip his throat out with my teeth. I want to drink his blood down like a vampire or wild animal. I want to hold his beating heart in my hand, and watch it stop. I want him to watch it stop.

Every violent fantasy I’ve ever held, crystallizes in this one moment and flashes through my mind like the highlight reel of one’s life at the moment of death.

I see the shock in her face. She thought what I thought, that she’d be dealing with the man who held her captive and tortured her. And yet still, she came.

“Not what you were expecting, Mina?” he says, so proud of himself for pulling off this lie.

She turns slowly in a circle, giving Matsumoto The Sequel a good look at her. But she doesn’t look afraid. She looks… angry.

“Is this what you want, you piece of shit? Me, for Brian?”

He laughs. “Well, you are quite beautiful. My father always had excellent taste when it came to that, but you are also quite stupid if you think I would ever be foolish enough to release a rabid animal who’d rip me apart the second he got free. Do you really imagine he’d ever leave you here with me? He’d never accept such a trade. The poor fool loves you.”

I don’t even bother to contradict this, I just look at her, like the greedy asshole I am because whatever is about to happen next, I can’t let my mind go there. I struggle again in the shackles, but it doesn’t matter.

I don’t love Mina in some romance hero way. I’m not sure what we share could ever be deemed love to a normal person. We are both too broken to ever be able to have that bright shiny clean beautiful thing sonnets are written about. But she is the air I breathe.

“So,” our piece of shit captor says conversationally, “I’m trying to decide what will be the most satisfying. Mina, maybe you can help me decide. Should I fuck you in front of your lover, and let him see my triumph, or should I just go ahead and kill him in front of you, and then take my prize? I think fucking me while covered in the blood of your old master should drive home who you now truly belong to. We don’t take kindly to theft in my family.”

“Kill me and let her go,” I say. “You don’t want your father’s sloppy seconds. She’s a terrible lay. I keep her around because she’s just such a sad little pathetic puppy, so eager to do my will.”

When I look at Mina, she’s not looking at me, she’s looking at Matsumoto with pure vengeance in her gaze. Why didn’t she bring weapons? Why? How could she do this? I expected to see hurt from my words, but she knows what I’m doing. This is all just to hurt me, to punish me. If I can get him to kill me, maybe he’ll let Mina go. After all, he doesn’t truly want her. He can have any woman he wants. Mina will lose her appeal to him the second the light goes out of my eyes.

I want to believe this. I want to believe it so much I’m willing to lie to myself, something I very rarely do. But deep down I know he won’t let her go. I know if he kills me, her last chance in this world is gone. Sacrificing myself for her is not some noble act. It’s the coward’s way because I can’t stand to watch her be hurt. I can’t live knowing I’ve failed her in such a complete way, that my entire life has led up to this one crucial moment of failure.

Nothing that has happened up to this point matters now, because I have ruined her. It would have been better if I’d never come into her life.

He draws a gun, and Mina freezes for a moment, her breath stopping for a split second before she remembers how to keep herself alive once again.

“Or… here’s an idea…” Matsumoto says… “I could shoot your lover so that he won’t die immediately and then fuck you while he bleeds out. It’s the best of both worlds. What do you think, My Love?”

I’m surprised she hasn’t turn and run. But we both know there’s a guard outside this door. Junior here may not have the full-service level of protection he’d otherwise have, but still, one strong man is enough given my state and Mina’s helplessness. Once she came in, she sealed her fate. I pull again at the shackles as though I could break solid metal. I can’t let this happen.

I want to scream at her. I want to kill her. I want to punish her. How could she betray us like this? Coming here. She has to know I can’t be saved. We can’t be saved. She should have let me die here and stayed safe at the house. She has to know it’s what I would want. And yet she defied me by coming here.

I bought this woman. I own this woman. She is meant to obey me, and she knows she’s done the opposite. My word is motherfucking law, and she knows this. I want to string her up in my dungeon and show her what real punishment is, but I know I’ll never get out of here for that.

All I can manage is a few low words. “Why didn’t you leave me, Mina?”

She doesn’t even look at me. Her eyes are trained on Matsumoto and the gun he has trained on me. I expect fear in her gaze. I expect her to start begging or pleading, to revert back to the terrified woman I first met. I know she’s been different since Japan, but surely not this different.

There’s no fear or begging, just a simmering white hot heat emanating off her. A murderous rage. I know that look. I’ve had that look.

And yet. She has no weapons. She has no way to act out this rage. She isn’t physically strong enough. She has no training in any martial art. As far as I know she’s never even trained with the weapons she clearly doesn’t have.

I know she didn’t just decide to dress this way. Matsumoto ordered her to dress this way, no doubt so he could clearly see she had no guns on her.

What happens next, happens in slow motion. The slowness of what I see makes me fear for her. Matsumoto is watching me, gun on me, the slide is racked, he’s ready to fire, and I can only assume he’s going with his shoot me, then fuck her while I bleed out, plan. It enrages me, but I’m more helpless than she is right now and that’s not saying much.

Except, that she isn’t helpless. I watch her hand go behind her to the back of the corset to pull out a knife.

Time speeds up from this moment, as though someone is fast forwarding through a movie to get to the good part. I catch the glint of metal as she hurls it through the air at Matsumoto, his attention still on me, the gun fires, but goes wide. Then comes the ricochet.

The stupid motherfucker is using a .22. It’s a great gun for close range assassination. But this isn’t a classic close-range assassination.

“Cover, Mina!” It’s the only words I can think to say as I hunch in on myself, as though I could stop the bullet if it decides to bounce off the walls and into me. But she’s too furious to think about that.

The knife hits Matsumoto in the shoulder, surprising him, and causing him to drop the gun. At the same time, the bouncing bullet decides to land in his chest, stopped by his bullet-proof vest. He howls in both pain and surprise from the unexpected knife before rounding on Mina.

“You Bitch, I’ll enjoy making you pay for that. Maybe I’ll just put you in the other chains and…”

But before he can finish his threat, Mina rips the sides of the corset apart, and I realize she’s altered the garment to hide my throwing stars. She storms toward him, throwing the metal stars, no doubt knowing that without training, she’s got to be close range to hit her mark. One embeds deep into his thigh, another into his upper arm. He curses, but before he can lunge for her, she’s got his gun.

All of a sudden his rage turns to fear. It’s always like this with the biggest bullies. They’re so tough while they have the upper hand, but the second they don’t anymore, they’re ready to plead and beg. I’m not sure if he’s yet ready for that with Mina, but he’s in pain from the stars and the knife. He’s losing blood. He’s almost there. Almost to the sweet point of coming apart and begging.

She holds the gun way more steady than I would expect, and it’s in this moment I’m grateful she went dark and hard like me. I’m grateful her emotions got muted like mine. Because it’s the only thing protecting her. Otherwise, the adrenaline would be fucking her up right now. Her hand would be shaking too hard to aim the gun. She never would have gotten those stars in the target.

“You’re not going to use that,” Matsumoto says, now entering the bargaining stage.

“I’m giving you one chance to live,” she says, her voice steady and dead calm. That’s my girl. “Chain yourself to the wall, tell me where the key to the shackles is, and Brian and I will just leave. You leave the country, and we’ll let you live.”

That is absolutely not happening. She can’t make promises for me. But she shoots me a hard glare, and I don’t dare open my mouth to say it. I don’t think she’s being truthful with him anyway, but he doesn’t know that. It’s not as though she’s under any obligation to be honorable with the man who wishes to murder me and take her captive.

Matsumoto—obviously believing that despite her star and knife throwing of moments before, she doesn’t have the heart to kill someone—starts to move in the direction of the shackles.

Then it’s like some revelation hits him, something he forgot.

“Atsushi!” he shouts.

“Don’t bother,” she says. “I already killed your guard. If you don’t want to be next, I suggest you chain yourself to the wall.”

Matsumoto laughs a hysterical, maniacal laugh, like a man who has truly lost his mind. At no moment is an animal more dangerous than this. His reflexes are slowed from the blood he’s losing, but he tries to lunge for her anyway.

Without blinking, Mina puts a bullet in his knee. “NOW, motherfucker!”

He screams. “Okay, okay…. I… okay…” as he hobbles over to the wall, locking himself into the chains.

As soon as he’s chained, Mina looks like she’s about to leave us both, but instead, she opens the door, aims the gun, and fires down at something on the ground.

I raise an eyebrow when she returns. I can finally breathe properly again. She’s got this well in hand, and now I can just enjoy the glorious show. She has never been more attractive to me than she is now. As much as I’ve relished being her protector, doing one good thing for one person, it’s nothing compared to watching her rise like a phoenix from the ashes.

“I had to kill the guard,” she says to me. “I seduced him and put a needle in his throat, but I think you mentioned that drug only lasts about an hour.”

Who is this woman? I’m sure I’m gaping at her like a goldfish.

“You have no control over Brian. He’ll kill me. You can’t keep your promise,” Matsumoto says as his reality seems to fully be clicking in.

“You’re too pathetic to kill,” I say. But he’s right. As soon as Mina lets me out, I’m killing this piece of shit.

Mina crosses the room again, her heels clicking sharply over the concrete in the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. She gets in his face and presses in on the star embedded in his thigh. “Where. Is. The. Key?” she hisses at him.

She is glorious.

“I-in my pocket.” He can barely get the words out.

She slips her hand down his pants pocket, and I swear he closes his eyes in bliss for a moment, and now I really want to kill him. What I truly want to do is torture the shit out of him until he begs for death, but I don’t think he’ll last long enough for that. He’s half an hour from expiration at most.

I expect her to unlock me from my chains so I can finish him. I expect at any moment that whatever fuels her will run out. Even though I’ve seen the evidence of what she’s become with me, I still can’t fully believe it. I still expect it to all fall apart, for her to fall apart.

But she doesn’t unlock my shackles. Instead, she drops the keys in the middle of the floor. She speaks to Matsumoto, but her gaze is locked on mine as she unfastens the corset, one hook at a time down her back.

“What was it you said you wanted to do? Shoot Brian, and fuck me while he bleeds out so he could see your triumph? You’ll have to excuse me if I can’t remember the exact words. I’m buzzing with so much adrenaline right now.”

She smirks at me as I’m sure my eyes widen. What the fuck is she doing?

“Mina?” I say. She can’t possibly be doing what I think she’s about to be doing. But she just tosses the corset to the ground, her tits popping free. I only now notice the blood from Matsumoto on her. She looks like a goddess of war, fresh off the battlefield, her hair and eyes wild with both fury and a mix of battle lust and sexual lust.

I can’t tear my gaze from her as she unhooks the garter belt and slides the panties down. The stockings are made so that they can stay up on their own. The garter belt is just because it’s sexy. She keeps the stockings and shoes on.

She does one slow turn. I’m not sure if it’s for me or Matsumoto. Probably both of us, then she strides over to me, purpose in her gaze. I’m hard as granite, and I’ve long given up caring what such things mean about me.

I know she’s not going to fuck me. Mina doesn’t fuck. And I can live with that. I don’t trust myself fucking her anyway. I don’t trust that the darker sides of me won’t come out to hurt her.

She won’t fuck me, but maybe she’s going to… blow me? I try to sort through the insane thought process going through my mind. I can’t let her do that… not in front of this monster who planned to… not after his father…

But I’m wrong, she isn’t going to blow me. Before I can utter a word, she’s unzipped my pants. She straddles me and lowers herself onto my cock, letting out a delicious hiss of pleasure as I fill her pussy. A matching groan escapes my throat as I feel her. For the first time in all the time we’ve been together… I am inside her and I feel her exquisite warm wetness.

I was lying to myself when I said I didn’t want this. I can’t remember being inside a woman ever… feeling like this.

There is a sharp intake of breath, and I realize it’s mine. She grips my chin and turns me so that my eyes lock with hers, so I can’t escape this intimacy with her. I wouldn’t want to. I’m just afraid she’ll see how empty I am inside, that the words I’ve said to her weren’t hollow platitudes about what a monster I am.

She rides my cock like she was born to do it. I want to ask her if she’s okay. I want to ask her so many things. I’m not normally a guy who likes conversation unless I’m torturing someone in the dungeon, but I want to talk to her right now.

But I can’t. I can’t let Matsumoto hear these things he has no right to hear even as he’s bleeding out and looks about to lose consciousness.

Despite recent events, I’m so close to that razor edge of pleasure. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she takes me with no question who’s in control right now, grinding her pussy down harder on me.

Her delicious moans fill the air as she fucks me harder, riding out an orgasm I thought she couldn’t have this way. Her pleasure sends me over the edge into my own, and I shudder, spilling myself inside her. She kisses me hard, then leans against my shoulder, panting as I slowly go soft within her.

She seems to gather herself after a moment and rises off me. Our combined spendings drip down her thigh, soaking into the silk stockings. I think she’s about to finally unchain me, but she isn’t done yet.

She turns and walks back across the room. Matsumoto is barely conscious at this point, and she slaps him hard across the face to bring him back to her.

I watch as she rips the knife out of his shoulder and he screams again like the little fucking girl he ultimately has turned out to be.

I can’t see the expression on her face from this angle, or the look in her eyes, but I hear her voice.

“When you get to hell, tell your father I said hello.”

Then she drags the blade across his throat and ends him. She turns back to me, covered in his blood, and smiles.

This dark thing that I have created… she is stunning.