King rushed over to Akira and backhanded him in the face. “Don’t ever spit at me again, Aki-love. You know better and I think you would care about what I have to say if it dealt with your parents,” he said, a nasty smirk sliding onto his face.

Akira was about to spit at King again, this time in the face, but was stopped when he mentioned Akira’s parents “W-what about them?”

King’s smirk got bigger “About how they died.”

Akira rolled his eyes “I already know how they died; they were murdered.”

“Ah, but do you know who killed them… because I do,” he said, granted King knew this was a big enough hint given who they had just been talking about, but he had decided that this would be even more fun to watch Akira go down the road of disbelief while he was tortured.

Akira’s face dropped, “liar.”

“I am not lying. You never told me about your parents, did you, Aki-love?”

Akira bit his lip and thought about it, he really wasn’t sure if he had or not, it was such a long time ago. Plus, he had to admit there really wasn’t much talking when he was with King. He also really didn’t care for King it wasn’t like he would tell him. “M-Misha could have told you. After all, you say that he told you about where I was.”

“Hmm, I suppose that is true, he could have, but does he know who killed your parents? I got it from the man’s best friend. You just watched me get it.”

Akira licked his lips and looked away from King, it couldn’t be true, could it? He moved so that he could stumble back onto the bed. He needed to sit down. No, there was no way that it could be true. Edward would have said something by now, wouldn’t he? Plus, maybe Edward didn’t know, then how did Hiroki? He frowned, no, this wasn’t right, it couldn’t be right “N-no, it’s a lie.”

King laughed, “That’s okay, you can stay in denial. At least for a little while. You’ll eventually find out the truth anyway,” he smirked and followed Akira to the bed, touching his face gently. “Come Akira, why don’t you show me that pretty body of yours for a bit before Edward shows up,” he leaned down to kiss Akira on the lips, only to have Akira spitting in his face. King’s eyes turned deadly, and he yanked at the chain that was around Akira’s neck. He pulled Akira to the floor with the chain and kicked him in the side. “What did I say about spitting at me?” he hissed.

Akira screamed as he was yanked and kicked. “Do it over and over?” he asked.

“Oh? Did I? Hmm, well then.” King said and moved over to undo the chain from the bedpost. Once he had it free, he yanked on it again to get Akira to stand. He didn’t bother giving him any time though, and if Akira didn’t manage to stand, he was going to be dragged out of the room by his neck. “Why don’t we just go do that?” he said and headed out of the room, leading Akira to another room.

When Akira saw the door to the room he froze again with fear. “N-no, King, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t-“

“Oh no, Akira. You lost your chance as I said, you know better,” he opened the door to reveal the horror that Akira knew all too well.

“No, please, King!” he said, screaming now in desperation, “Anything, anything but that.”

King laughed at Akira’s fear, “oh trust me, Aki-love, it’s going to be a lot worse than that.” He said, “I plan on keeping you in here for a few days. Perhaps… no, most definitely until Edward shows up,” he explained, “I want him to see you for the whore you are.”

Akira felt like crying as he was pulled into the room. Inside the room was pure terror for Akira. Akira struggled against the chain as he was dragged into the room.