Aikawa knocked on Usami's door in annoyance.

"Jeez what is taking that man so long?" She rasped out between gritted teeth before banging on the door again, "Usami-san, open this goddamn door right now or else-" She was cut off as a very ticked off man opened the door.

"Ah there you are! Come, come, come, we have a lot to do," She said pushing past Akihiko with a bubbly smile, "Ah it's so nice to actually get things done," Aikawa turned to Akihiko with a sly smile, "Right?"

He only grunted in response, pulling out a cigarette before sitting down on the couch.

"Okay let's start with, oh wait! I almost forgot; I brought Misaki some chocolate," She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a giant red box and setting it down upon the coffee table.

"Is Misaki here? I really want to give this to him in person," Aikawa stated with a smile, staring down at the chocolate. Although the smile faded from her face when she glanced up and look at Akihiko, "Usami-san?"

Usami stared at her with cold, dead eyes before stating in a rough voice, "No, he's staying the night with a friend."

Aikawa looked down in disappointment then she shrugged her shoulders, "Okay, let's get started then."

Aikawa and Akihiko must have been working for hours before it was finally time to take a break.

"Nngh, I'm so tired!"Aikawa yawned while stretching. Akihiko gave no response, almost falling asleep on the couch himself. Aikawa smiled softly as she noticed this, excusing herself from the sleeping man to find a bathroom. She walked quietly up the stairs, pausing at the top only to make sure that Akihiko didn't wake up.

"Hmm, bathroom, bathroom. . ." Aikawa turned her head towards a side corridor, seeing an open door at the end of the hall. When she was finished in the restroom, she opened the door only for the bathroom light to illuminate a small door on the opposite wall.

"Hmm. I've never noticed this door before. . ." She thought stepping out of the bathroom to inspect the door. When she got close enough to the door, she could see droplets of blood smearing the door and wall.

"W-what? What is that?" She bent down to look more closely at the door when a vice like grip grabbed her should from behind.

"Eep!" She screamed, standing up straight and turning around quickly. Akihiko was standing behind her with a face that could kill.

"Oh, Usami-"

"Get out."

Aikawa looked at him, shocked, "What?

"Get out."

Aikawa stood there, shocked, before a muffled noise came from behind the bloodied door. She turned to stare at the door when she heard the soft muffled voice again. It sounded like a. . . man? That's when it hit her 'he's spending the night at a friend's house'.

Akihiko grabbed Aikawa's should, throwing her away from the door. She hit the wall with a soft thud, but she was up on her feet in a split second, "Akihiko. . . Is Misaki in there?"

Akihiko stared her down before clenching his fists.

"Get out."

"But-"

"I said GET OUT!" He yelled, grabbing Aikawa's arm and yanking her down the corridor and towards the stairs.

"No! Misaki!"

Akihiko stayed silent, still pulling her arm. They reached the front door, and he pushed her out, "I'll fax you the manuscript. Goodnight."

Those were the last words she heard before he slammed the door in her face.

Misaki didn't know what was going on. He heard noises outside his door, but he was in too much of a daze to even react. The noises were getting closer. . . almost as if it was coming from right outside Misaki's door. His ears perked up when he thought he heard Aikawa outside his door.

Misaki tried to move but all that came out was a pained moan. Misaki's eyes filled with tears as the hopelessness of his situation set in. All of a sudden, Misaki heard voices right outside his door.

"Usami-"

"Get out."

Misaki's eyes grew to the size of saucers as he tried to move his body and call out to Aikawa. His voice was hoarse from screaming, and it came out hollow and low. There was an eternity of silence before Misaki heard Aikawa say, in a low voice, "Akihiko. . . Is Misaki in there?"

Misaki had new found strength when he heard that. He was about to call out even louder when he heard his Usagi-san scream, "Get out!"

"No! Misaki!"

Misaki lifted his shaking hand up, stretching his hand out in front of him in desperation.

"Ai-Aikawa!" His voice came out raspy and chipped, "H-help me!"

He waited for her to barge in and rescue him, but all he heard was the loud slam of the front door, and the sound of his sobs as they wracked his weak body.

The door opened slowly with a loud creek. Usami stood at the door, cladded in a light purple vest and a pair of dark gray dress-pants. Usami stared at his little pet as Misaki's soft green eyes fluttered open and tried to look at the door. He had to squint his eyes because of the insane amount of light that surrounded the person walking in.

He had to bite back a scream as his eyes focused on a pair of narrowed purple eyes.

"U-Usagi- san," Misaki noted that his voice sounded even worse than it had before.

"Oh, Misaki," Usami smiled devilishly before walking towards Misaki. Misaki tried to back up, but the chains on his body held strong. Usami bent down and held out his hand to caress Misaki's pale, blood covered cheek.

"How's your cheek?" Usami asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I-It hurts. . ." Misaki cast his eyes downward, trying not to look his love in the eyes.

"Oh Misaki," Usami gently put a hand on Misaki's back and rubbed it in comforting circles. Misaki's body started to shake from the fear and cold of being naked on a concrete floor.

"Oh Misaki, you're shivering, you must be so cold," Usami put Misaki's head on his lap while the rest of Misaki's body lay sprawled out in an awkward position on the floor because of the restraints.

"Misaki?"

No response.

"Answer me, are you cold?"

Misaki slightly nodded his head as his body began to shake even more in Usami's grasp.

"Oh good, I have the perfect thing to fix that."

Misaki's eyes grew wide as he continued to stare at the closed door in front of him. Usami pushed Misaki's head off his lap roughly, resulting in Misaki banging his head on the cold concrete floor. Misaki started whimpering when Usami roughly grabbed his legs; he unlocked the chains on his feet then he moved to unlock his hands.

Usami then stood up, staring at the dried blood that covered Misaki's wrists and ankles.

"Let's go."

Misaki looked up with fearful eyes. Usami then walked behind Misaki, unlatching the chain that connected to Misaki's neck collar.

"I said let's go."

Misaki got up on shaking legs only to be pushed to the floor by Usami's foot. He gasped in surprise as Usami pushed his giant shoe into the crook of Misaki's exposed back.

"Did I tell you to get up?"

Misaki just lied there, too scared to respond.

"Answer me!" He dug his heel harder into Misaki's back.

"N-no!"

"No, what?"

"No. . . master," Misaki hung his head in shame at his own shameful words.

"Ah yeah, yeas. Now get on your hands and knees like a dog," Usami pulled his foot off of Misaki's back and yanked on the leash attached to Misaki's collar. Misaki choked as the color was yanked up, but stood there, like a dog, on his hands and knees.

"Okay let's go my pet."

When they got to Usami's bedroom, Usami tied the leash to the bedpost. He disappeared into his closet, and Misaki sat on the ground quietly, desperately yanking on his collar- trying to make it chafe his skin less.

His fingers and neck started to bleed as the rough, spikey metal met flesh. Usami walked back in from the closet holding some dark and shiny material.

"Misaki!" He yelled, running over to Misaki and snatching his hands away from the collar, "Don't mess with that!"

Misaki looked down, mesmerized at the blood seeping out from his fingers.

"Misaki look at me," Usami grabbed Misaki's cheeks roughly, making him close his eyes, "Don't eve scare me like that again!"

Misaki stared at him quizzically. Scare? How did that scare him? Misaki was about to open his mouth to ask when a harsh slap made him stop.

"And stop messing with your collar!"

Usami stood up angrily, grumbling to himself about blood and how much he loved Misaki. He then untied the leash connecting Misaki to the bedpost and then undid the leash from the collar.

"W-what are you doing?" Misaki asked quietly, being free from restraints for the first time in a while.

"Get up," Usami said angrily, making Misaki shrink back in fear. He hesitantly stood up on his weak legs, and when he knew that Usami wasn't going to kick him again; he stood up straight.

"Now put this on," Usami threw the silky black outfit at Misaki, who just gawked at it in shock.

"Y-You want me to wear this? Misaki held the outfit up in front of his eyes which his cheeks, suppressing a blush.

"Yes I do, now put it on," Usami smiled a broad smile as he watched his little toy.

"But-"

"No buts! Do you want me to put it on for you?" Usami's smile turned into a sly grin as he stepped closer to Misaki.

"No, no it's alright! I can do it!"

Misaki start with the first piece of the outfit: the top. It was a XXS, black shirt made out of latex that was cut off at the mid abdomen, exposing his bellybutton. The sexy shirt didn't have sleeves and had open holes on the nipples.

Misaki started crying as he put on the shirt and started putting on the second part of the outfit. The bottom half of the outfit consisted of shorts that were open on the bottom. It strapped to his legs tightly and had an opening from his butt to his genitals only really covering up some of his thighs.

When Misaki was done, he used his hands to cover up his genitals that were hanging limply for Usami to see. He tried to hide the blush that crept up on one of his cheeks as the other one was still grotesquely covered in dried blood and purple bruises.

"Oh Misaki. . ." Usami sighed in pure ecstasy before coming over to see him up close.

"You look absolutely . . . wonderful," Usami whispered into Misaki's ear, fondling one of Misaki's nipples. Misaki couldn't suppress a moan as his dick got hard. Usami looked down and saw Misaki's penis lift higher. He laughed a low seductive laugh, still playing with Misaki's nipple.

"Am I making you hard, pet?"

Misaki just scrunched his eyes shut as Usami continued to fondle him and whisper in his ear.

"Misaki. . . I love you. You love me too, right?"

Misaki gently nodded his head, too turned on to process what was going on.

"Tell me you love me, Misaki. Whisper it in my ear."

Misaki took a shuttering breathe before leaning towards Usami and whispered hotly in his ear.

"I love you."

Usami smiled brightly before grasping the back of Misaki's hair and yanking it back.

"Ahh!" Misaki screamed in pain.

"Oh Misaki, I knew you still loved me!" Usami smiled brightly, still pulling Misaki's hair back, so they could look each other in the eyes. Misaki's eyes filled with tears as he realized what just happened. Usagi-san had used him, and it was humiliating.

Usami then pulled Misaki towards the bed before roughly pushing him on it. Misaki rolled onto the bed, and before he even had time to react, Usami had his hands and legs tied to the bed. His body made a giant 'X' over the satin purple comforter.

"Master," Misaki tried to yank on his restraints – only to be filled with pain as they chafed his already hurt wrists.

"Ahh, Misaki, you look so cute in your new clothing that I bought you!" Usami smiled down at Misaki.

"You know what, I think your outfit is missing something. . ." Usami placed his hand to his head in thought. His face lit up as an idea struck him. He rushed from the room, and when he came back, he was holding a ball that was connected by a string on either side of it.

"I know exactly what you're missing little pet," Usami started to walk over to Misaki.

"W-what is that?"

Usami smiled evilly as he brought the ball up to Misaki's mouth, "Oh it's just a little gag."

Misaki's mouth gaped open in shock.

"N-No! I don't want that!" Misaki started to wither in his restraints.

"Don't do this this to me! Please! Haven't you done enough already? Master! Mas-" Misaki's screams became muffled as Akihiko placed the gag in Misaki's mouth. Saliva slowly dripped down Misaki's chinas he continued to struggle against the gag. Misaki's cheeks became red and his green orbs became filled with tears.

"Ahh, you're like a little angel Misaki. Black looks so good on you," Usami walked over to the bed side table and grabbed a rectangle shaped box from the drawer. He pulled it out and put it close to his eyes: a camera.

Misaki's eyes widened, and he tried to scream, "Mmm! Mmm!"

Usami then put one of his knees on the bed, and he rested his hand close to Misaki's face, so his body was hovering over Misaki's. He brought the camera close to Misaki's face before taking a picture. The flash blinded Misaki, but he recovered whenever he felt Usami move off of him.

"Oh Misaki, my pretty, pretty Misaki," Usami continued to take pictures while Misaki cried.

Usami smiled devilishly as he took a few more pictures before setting the camera down.

"Oh my little pet, I wish I could stay and play, but Aikawa said she would come back if I didn't finish my manuscript. We don't want that mean old hap to come back, do we?"

Misaki stared ahead of him, refusing to respond to Usami's question. Usami didn't seem to mind though as he bent down to kiss Misaki's un-wounded cheek.

"I'll be back for you little pet," He whispered before he left the room.

It's been days since the master as last come to see little Misaki. Misaki, who was still restrained to the bed, could barely move. On the second day of isolation, Misaki was able to get the gag out of his mouth with much effort. Misaki laid on the bed, covered in his own saliva and feces.

The outfit that his master so graciously gave him stuck to his body from sweat, piss, and feces. The room smelt unbelievably horrible, and at closer observation you would be able to see a horrible skinny man, breathing roughly, and staring lifeless at the adjacent wall. Blood coated the man's wrists and ankles, and the comforter that he laid on.

His injured cheek has taken on a greenish color as his skin cracks and white puss comes out. His body had taken on a sickly pale color while he shakes where he lies. Misaki hasn't eaten or moved in days.

Usami walks into his room, expecting to see his beautiful pet, but he only saw the lifeless corpse of his love. He placed a hand over his nose and started to cough, 'Jesus, what's that smell?!'

"Misaki" Usami said between breathes.

Usami slowly walked towards his love but sped up when he saw the condition of his lover.

"Misaki?!" He yelled grabbing Misaki's head with both hands and gently shaking him.

"Oh my god, Misaki. . ." Usami grabbed at Misaki's restraints with shaking hands before getting all of them off. Misaki groaned in pain because when Usami ripped the cuffs off, he tore some of Misaki's skin off with it.

"Oh Misaki, I'm sorry; I'm so sorry baby."

When Usami went to take the collar off, he almost screamed when his Misaki's green and bloodied neck was revealed. He didn't make the collar that tight did he?

Usami picked Misaki up, but almost dropped him when the scent coming from him entered his nostrils. It smelled like feces, infection, and death.

Usami rushed him to the bathroom where he filled the bathtub with steaming hot water. While the tub was filling up, Usami stripped Misaki down, only to throw up when he started to peel his pants away. Shit had smudged onto his pants and the way he was laying didn't leave the feces any place to go, Misaki's entire butt was red and swollen up, surely infected inside.

Usami heaved some more as he looked Misaki's read sweat covered face, Misaki's breathes were shallow as Usami completely stripped Misaki down.

Usami then gently picked Misaki up to set him in the hot water. When his body hit the water, Misaki's eyes shot open, and he started to scream bloody murder. The hot water entering Misaki's infected wounds burned like hell and no matter how loud Misaki screamed the pain just wouldn't go away. Misaki clawed at Usami's hands, screaming for him to let him go. Water splashed everywhere as Misaki's limbs flailed in the tub.

"Misaki!" Usami tried to get his lover to calm down, but nothing could calm the man.

"Misaki!" Usami yelled again as Misaki's screams became lower in pitch.

Usami kept Misaki in the water when he noticed the disgusting infection on Misaki's cheek, "We need to clean that too. . ."

Usami's face fell as he proceeded to dunk Misaki's entire head underneath the water. Bubbles could be seen coming up as Misaki screamed under water. Usami brought him up for a second then pushed him back down. After doing that a couple of times, Usami seemed pleased that the puss had disappeared, and that Misaki's cheek was just red and swollen. Misaki started to could up water as Usami just held onto Misaki's arm to keep him a float.

Misaki's eyes drifted shut as exhaustion over took his body. Usami gently pulled Misaki's body up as he got a bar of soap and gently started to wash Misaki's body. When he finished, he dressed Misaki in some baggy boxers and a baggy gray then proceeded to carry the unconscious Misaki down to the kitchen where he placed him in a chair.

"Okay honey, wait right here. . ."

Misaki didn't respond as his head lolled onto his chest.

Usami left to the kitchen and came back holding a box of food that got from the fridge.

The box held a soup that Misaki had made earlier in the week in it and look pretty decent. He pulled up a chair next to Misaki and gently shook Misaki's shoulder to wake him up. Misakis's eyes slowly opened, but he was too weak to even lift his head up. Usami dipped the spoon into some soup and lifted it up to Misaki's mouth.

He had to force Misaki's mouth open and to tip his head back for the soup to go down his throat.

"I'm so sorry Misaki."

Misaki didn't respond, his barely open dull green eyes staring past Usami.

Usami fed him some more food.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

Usami lowers his head as sobs wrack his body. Misaki continues to stare ahead of him with lifeless eyes.

Usami broke down in tears as Misaki's frail form.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry."

Usami continued to apologize to Misaki, too bad Misaki was too dead to hear the apology.

A/N Well...I'm back! I'm so sorry that it took me this long to write this chapter!I hope it's okay because I didn't feel like reading through it again...I wrote the entire chapter while in History class and you could imagine how akward that was. Anyways since summer is right around the corner I think I'll be able to update more frequently...if anyone has any ideas as to what should happen PM me because I could use the ideas. Anyways RR and thanks for reading the chapter!