The sound of seagulls and the smell of murky water fills Misha’s nose as the boot opens. She wiggles her foot, feeling around for Kichiro. He moves slightly, indicating he’s still conscious and in the boot with her. Good. Misha is grabbed by two big hands and chucked onto a shoulder. They move. The shuffling of leather boots. They move a bit more. They stop. Misha hears Kichiro grunt as he’s shoved onto a chair. She embraces for her turn. Her head spins as she’s flung off the persons shoulder and onto a chair presumably similar to Kichiro’s. She squints aggressively in response to the removal of her blindfold, revealing two pervy looking men stood with torches. The men hastily approach Misha and Kichiro. Misha’s man is a puffy looking bald man. He has misty glasses, a scraggly beard covering his double chin and a receding hairline. A creepy grin fills his oily mouth, revealing his yellowish and cracked teeth.

Ew.

Misha looks at Kichiro, who has a man who looks like her man, with the only difference being his smaller height, his lack of glasses and his long hair. Both the men suddenly grab the heads of their respective teenagers.

“Do they meet your expectations then?” Yuichi asks, with a welcoming smile across his face.

The two men look the teens up and down one last time. As Kichiro’s man opens his mouth to answer Yuichi, Misha’s man suddenly raises his hand, startling Misha. He slowly grips his gorilla-like paws on Misha’s dangling hair. He brings his face close to her hair, keeping his greenish eyes fixated upon Misha's eyeballs. Misha uncomfortably looks away into the distance, now slightly shuddering in fear. The groggy man sensually sniffs her hair. He lets out a moan of pleasure and starts laughing. The smaller, less creepy man who is next to Kichiro starts laughing menacingly.

“Oh yes… they’re…. perfect.”

Both men start manically giggling as Misha and Kichiro look at each other with immense panic and fear. What was going to happen to them?

Yuichi walks over to each man, shaking their hands as they hand him a briefcase.

He stops at looks back at Misha and Kichiro.

He walks towards them. 

He leans over and quietly says to Kichiro, "Don't play hero next time lil' bro. If you haven't figured already, this is revenge for what ya' did to that crazy bastard Mitch on the train. He wasn't planning to rape anyone, only rob a few people here and there, ya' know, the standard stuff. Now, I gotta sell you two off to satisfy Mitchy boy. Ya know' punishment for almost getting him nicked. Oh yeah, we were supposed to stab YOU that day, but your idiot buddy got in the way. Would'nt, of killed ya' though. Only would've scratched ya'."

He pauses for a second or two.

"Anyway... nothin' personal, ay' kid?" 

He turns back to his guards.

"Make ‘em see black again. It’s done…”, he commands.

Misha looks on, trying to lip read what Yuichi was quietly saying. She could tell by Kichiro's defeated and depressed look that what he was saying wasn't good news. She feels a strong force travel towards the back of her head and before she can turn around… WHACK!

Misha wakes up in a muggy-feeling room. She stares at the ceiling for a second before shooting up in panic. She looks around. It’s a oddly empty room, with her in the middle on a singular futon. She wipes her eyes, regaining her consciousness. She looks down. F**k. She only has on a bra and panties… that weren’t hers.

Her panic sets in again, sending her mind into a frenzy, imagining what could’ve possibly happened whilst she was knocked out. She hears a light switch on outside her room as she hides herself benath her bed covers, acting as if she was asleep. 

The door opens.

“Oh, still asleep are we princess hehe… I guess you can get changed by yourself when you wake up.. hehehe… oh well hehe… Daddy has work now… bye my love…”. The man’s giggling laugh quietens as he closes the door and walks away. Misha is breathing heavily, covering her mouth to hide any sign of her being awake. A door loudly closes followed by the sound of a car starts up. It drives away into the distance. She’s alone now. She assumes. She must stay on guard, just in case.