Tsuzuki torments Anna even more.
Chapter Six: Amanojaku:
“Anna-chan, who made you?”
She breathes from the earlier blow. The pain drums around in her brain. It feels as if her ribs are poking into her lungs. She uses what little strength she has left in her brain to remain sitting up at the black glass table.
“What do you mean?”
He hits her across the face. She whimpers at the stinging pain.
“I ask the questions here, not you! Got me?”
She nodded as she whimpered again. He sits back some.
“Good. Now who made you, Anna-chan?”
She can feel her head swim. The scented oil burns in here too. The pain and smell disorients her brain. She feels as if she was underwater. Every spoken word just sounds like an echo in her head. Her own thoughts sound slow and dragged out to her. She can’t even understand the question he asked her. How can she even come up with an answer to keep him from bashing her face in even more? It even hurts to talk. He sits and waits.
“We’ll, I’m waiting.”
She chokes back a sob. He looks on with a cold smile.
“Aww, are you crying?”
She nods. She whimpers something as well.
“Hm? You say something?”
“Why are you this to me? Why do you hate me, Asato-kun? What did I do to offend you?”
He gives her a little smile. “Why, you ask?”
“Yes.” She tries not to cry. He smirks at her as he sits back at his end.
“Because I love you.”
She doesn’t believe him. Usually when he says that, there is warmth and sincerity to it. Not this time. There is now warmth. He says it like she’s a possession, an object. He pretends to be sympathetic.
“I really do.”
He sneered at her. “Liar?”
“Yes! You are a liar!”
He gritted his teeth at her. “I did not hear that.”
“You are a liar!”
He raises his hand above his head. “Take it back now!”
SMACK! She goes down hard on the frozen, white floor below. Drops of blood land inches from her. He takes in heavy breaths as he stands over her.
“Bitch!” He watches her huddled on the ground, trembling. She sounds like a beaten puppy in fear for her life. She tries to shield herself from more blows. His hunger aches to take this game to round two. But first…
“Who made you, Anna-chan?”
She began cry under the pain, smell, and confusion. Her lips trembled as she spoke. He kept his eyes on her dried blood-smeared face.
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you there. Please repeat yourself.”
“I don’t know!”
He smiles satisfied at her answer. “Now you’re getting it!” He picks her up and carries her further down the hall.
One futon with four cuffs on each corner. He lies her down on futon and cuffs her wrists and ankles down in the spread eagle position. Once he tightens each cuff in a secure fit, he lights more belladonna oil and left the room. She’ll come-to eventually.
He finished round one. He could tell she had some fight left to her. He smirked and licked his lips.
Not to worry/, he thought./ This will make this game for more entertaining before Christmas. Time to step up his “love” to her. Luckily, he had just the thing.
The doctors and Watari came back with the scan results.