[$] Untitled (Your Missing Period)

[VampuricWerewolf]

Mori moved to turn on the cameras and opened up a laptop, connecting them together. he took his time, making sure everything was just so. he even got up to adjust a couple of the cameras before he was satisfied. he sent an email to Daren containing a link and nothing else. it was a link to a live stream that was connected to the cameras. he would see everything as it happened and he be helpless to stop it. All in all, it was half and hour after he'd told Tim to lay down before he moved towards the bed. he stopped at the chest to collect a couple things before he sat beside Tim. "did you know," he started casually, breaking the long silence, "that if you stimulate the body with soft touches," he began to rub Tim's back, giving it a gentle massage, "it becomes almost five times more sensitive." just as the tense muscles finally relaxed, Mori brought a riding whip down on Tim's back, moving his hand just long enough for the blow to land before returning to his massage. "an interesting fact, is it not?"  

[Your Missing Period]

Tim found himself wanting to doze, hearing the man move around, but each time he came to close his senses would go on red alert and wait, slowly relaxing once the footsteps moved away. But after who knew how long the footsteps walked towards him again, the man feeling the bed depress beside him until hands touched him.

And he tensed, feeling the fingers gently press at the muscles, Tim having to tell his mind it was a trap, that something bad would happen. But slowly he started to relax, just ever, so slowly. Maybe It would just be simple pain, and he could hand--

The spin arched as he gave a yell, feeling the sting of the crop before the gentle hands began touching again. He opened the fingers he didn't know were clenched. "Y-Yes sir.' he mumbled into the mattress, wanting to look at the camera but didn't want to silently beg Daren for help. It would break the man too much if he did that.  

[VampuricWerewolf]

"Have you ever tried pulling on Daren's arms?" he asked as he brought the crop down twice in rapid succession before returning to his one handed massage. "he's not too fond of it, especially when they are behind him. shall i show you why?" he moved a few things on the bed, "put your arms behind your back, do not resist." he slipped a collar around Timothy's throat before trailing down the length of fabric. he slid Timothy's arms into it one at a time before lacing them together, binding them tightly, leaving Tim helpless. "this used to be his. even after all these years, it was still exactly where i had hidden it, along with the rest of my old 'toys'." he chuckled and lifted on Timothy's arms, putting strain on his shoulders, "does that make you happy? knowing that the last thing my toys touched was Daren's flesh?" he pushed higher, his other hand on Timothy's back, holding his torso down, "maybe that will offer you some comfort, knowing he felt the same pain as you do now."  

[Your Missing Period]

"No sir." he murmured, grunting into the sheets. Every time he tried to tense Aomine would force his muscles to relax. at the order of his arms he obliged, putting them behind his back and feeling a collar placed around his neck. What did surprise him was the fabric being put around his arms before he recognized the feel of it.

Andrew got bored of these, preferring when Tim tried to fight back. Tim was glad, he hated how he couldn't fight back with this on, and now that same bile was in his throat, sour.

And just like Andrew had done his arms lifted in a direction they weren't supposed to, his teeth being grit once more at the uncomfortable pain. Focus everything out, even the pain, he could get through this. he survived that dungeon he could survive this.

But barely a minute passed before he arched his back upawrds to help ease the pain, Aomine combatted this by forcing it back down, Tim giving a small cry before trying to ignore it, arms going higher.

Barely forty seconds this time. "Stop." he whispered, starting to writhe underneath his hand. "Stop. Stop. Stop." he repeated, trying to move his arms, even his elbows, something. "Stopstopstopstop." He could feel his eyes tearing up, body already starting to develop a sheen of sweat from the pain, muscles starting to cramp.

His toes curled and he decided to try and use his legs to escape, bending them and pushing himself, though his head hit the headboard, but he'd escaped the man's grasp, arms laying against his back again as he panted. "Not again, please."

But he'd just disobeyed, his mind told him, now something worse was going to happen.  

[VampuricWerewolf]

Mori watched Timothy beg and struggle impassively, when he managed to break away, Mori let him. he stood and reached up over the bed, pulling a chain down from the rafters. it hung ominously over the bed as he grabbed Tim's bound arms and used them to drag him back. he linked the heavy duty carabiner at the end of the chain to the d-ring attached to the tip of the monoglove, where the fingers peaked together. Next he pulled a chain that was attached to the base of the headboard out from under the mattress and attached it to Timothy's collar, keeping him in the exact center of the bed, the chain only a foot or two long. Mori made sure everything was secure before moving to the side, taking the unbound end of the chain with him. once he was out of the shot, he pulled on the chain, lifting Tim's arms with it while the collar held him down. when Tim was on his knees, suspended between the two chains, he linked the end to another d-ring to hold it in place and went back to the chest. from that he removed a dark red candle. he returned to Tim's side and lit the candle before letting the wax drip onto the boy's lower back, forming a base. while the wax was still soft, he pushed the candle onto it, making it stay in place. while the wax dripped down and spread across the pale skin, Mori went back to the table and continued to drink, watching patiently. with every little twitch, the wax would spill over the side and down onto that tender back, and Mori didn't plan on moving until it was at least half gone.  

[Your Missing Period]

His breathing started slowing down, shoulders filled with pain, the muscles cramped tightly. It hurt to move them. He gave a groan, trying to move his arms in the tight glove. Metal hit his ears and he didn't need to look at what it was, trying to gain his balance to bolt.

"Stop!" he cried, feeling his arms tugged back and lifted up. "No please! Aomine!" he cried towards the man, trying to get out but when he tugged the metal overhead clinked. Brown eyes looked back behind him at the chain until he was yanked forward and down. "Stop stop please Aomine please." he begged while trying not to cry. He didn't want another one, he didn't want another one.

"Aomine?" He questioned, trying to look back to see where he was going, but the collar dug into his neck when he turned so all he could do was listen, stomach starting to tighten and churn the food in it, intestines seemingly shifting in their place.

Then his shoulders screamed at him, Timothy giving a yell, wanting to stretch his fingers, move his arms from it, escape. His body was being pulled in two different directions and he couldn't take it. "Stop! Stop! Aomine stop!" he cried, unable to hold them back, writhing and trying to twist out, hoping one position might ease the pain.

He should have been trying to not focus on it, that's what he was telling himself, Daren was watching. He was hurting Daren. Daren couldn't help him and no one was coming to save him. It hurt, it hurt so much, it hurt so much and everytime he yelled it hurt Daren and Daren couldn't save him.

He closed his eyes tight, trying to stop himself, trying to refocus on being numb, but something burned and he jolted, giving a painful moan before jolting at the next drop. Wax, this was wax. And after his lower back was numb with pain he settled the candle in it before the footsteps retreated.

Numb, numb, he had to go numb, but it was a painfully slow process between his breakfast, his arms and the wax. The numbing main slowly dripped down his spine and he focused on it, focusing on the feeling of not feeling. He could do that. He could do that.

And Tim slowly closed in on himself, forcing himself to stop flinching, twisting, writhing, and when it was halfway gone he was staring blankly at the glasses he wasn't aware had fallen off, slowly panting. He couldn't ignore all of the pain, the sweat he could feel dripping down his face, but he wasn't going to acknowledge it either.  

[VampuricWerewolf]

Daren had been barred from the room where they were streaming the live feed. he'd frozen when he'd seen just what the link led to, but Iroh had been quick to throw him out of the room. that didn't mean he hadn't seen more than enough to make him sick. now he was in the waiting room, sitting in the farthest corner curled up. they could keep him from all computers, but they hadn't taken his phone away. he was currently watching on that small screen, watching Tim scream and struggle before going limp. Helpless rage burned it way through him. what could he do? how could he stop this? he knew that there was nothing their techs could pic up to indicate where they might be. his best guess was a cabin of some sort, something with log walls, but that could be anywhere in the surrounding area. he groaned and had to look away, unable to stand the look in Tim's eyes anymore.

Mori lifted an eyebrow and got up to study Timothy's face. "oh-" he smiled a little and lifted the chin, "so you've a defense mechanism set up, hmm? typical." he put out the candle between his thumb and pointer before removing it from Tim's back. he released the chain and just let the boy drop to the bed, humming softly as he went to get a bowl of cool water. he sat next to Timothy and gently began to wash him, wiping down the area that had turned an angry red, dyed by the wax and burned by it's heat. he moved to the rest of Tim's body, gently caressing and washing him, soothing him back into reality. he didn't care how long it took for awareness to come back, they had time. they had all the time in the world.  

[Your Missing Period]

Someone spoke, probably Aomine. Just focus on his breathing, breathe through the pain. Unfocused eyes hardly moved as his chin was lifted. Focus on breathing.

Something was pulled off from his back, feeling the tug of his skin before it was let go. It wasn't over, there was always something more, arms, candle, his legs had to be next. The footsteps moved away, the tinkling of metal before Tim fell down onto the bed, arms hitting his back and he gave a groan, arms coming alive from their numbed state, and it felt like needles. His panting became somewhat harsh, trying to breathe through it and giving a small whine, each exhale being forced from his throat. He tried to move his fingers, his arms, it only worsened the needle feeling and he had to stop. There was nothing he could do. Breathe.

Something cold and wet touched him, slowly turning away until the man held him back in place, rubbing at the sensitive skin beneath the wax. He gave a weak moan, trying to shift but gave up, letting the cloth rub at him, feeling it heavy with new water every so often. And the panting started to die, Tim's breathing returning to normal. And his mind finally acknowledged his bladder.

That juice from McDonald's.

He whimpered, shifting and trying to ease his wait off his pelvis. He didn't want to tell Aomine, but he was already on the road to being humiliated. "Aomine," he said softly, hating himself for doing this. But it was either this or something worse no doubt, "I need to use the restroom."  

[VampuricWerewolf]

"Hmm?" Mori studied Tim for a moment before getting up. he came back with an empty glass bottle and gently guided Tim to the entrance, "go then," he said simply. it was either this or nothing at all, but he was sure Tim was smart enough to figure that out for himself.  

[Your Missing Period]

Tim felt the man slide away from him and walk away. Please, please let him just be helping. Please let it just be a simple 'yes you can go.' He took this to glance at the cameras, quickly looking away seeing the red-light was still on. It was still recording. He couldn't look, he'd hurt Daren, Daren couldn't do anything. No one was coming to help him. He glanced back up at one against his will, giving a weak smile before looking away. He could survive this. he'd survived Andrew.

Aomien was back though and Tim looked over, jumping and swallowing a yelp of surprise as the man grabbed him, feeling the cold glass against his skin. Just go? He looked up at him in surprise, swallowing and trying to relax his bladder. It didn't want to and he whine, closing his eyes, breathing. It took far to long for Tim's comfort, afraid every second he wasted Aomine would take it away the next.

But he did eventually relax, filling the bottle with whatever he had in him. "Th-Thank you." He felt humiliated, just as he expected, but it still left a bitter taste in his mouth.  

[VampuricWerewolf]

Mori patted Timothy's head like he would a good pet before walking away to dump the bottle down the toilet before lfushing it. he walked back to the bed and went to the chest, pulling out his next set of 'toys'. he placed the thin box to the side and unchained the collar from the headboard as well as the chain from the monoglove. "Sit up," he instructed, "turn around and kneel with your back against the headboard."  

[Your Missing Period]

Tim closed his eyes and tensed as the hand went above him, but all that happened was a head pat. That was good, head pats were good, right? He tried to look back to see where he went, hearing the toilet flush and sighed. Nothing bad. Maybe, maybe this was it. This wasn't too bad.

The chain around his neck disappeared and he sat up, looking at Aomine cautiously, wondering if it was a trap before stretching his back and hearing it pop.

But the next order was given and he awkwardly walked on his knees before turning around. Put his back to the headboard? He blushed, realizing what would be on display as his feet touched the headboard. This added a layer to his embarrassment and humiliation, pressing his back against the wood and looking away. arms pressed between his back and the headboard.  

[VampuricWerewolf]

Mori attatched the chain that had been on Timothy's collar to the d-ring on his monoglove to keep hm in place. the chain hanging from the rafters was attached to the collar and pulled tight enough to keep Timothy upright without choking him. Mori moved a couple cameras to make sure they were fully focused on Tim and he wouldn't be blocking their view before opening the box he'd gotten out and lifting a long thin needle from inside. "These are meant for acupuncture, but i've found a slightly different use for them over the years." he moved a chair next to the bed and sat on it before taking one of Timothy's n*pples between his fingers. he teased the little nub to hardness before lightly touching the sharp end of the needle to the tender flesh. "it's best if you move as little as possible, i might slip otherwise." the advice was kindly given a second before she shoved the needle through, piercing Timothy's flesh and running through the pink nub in his hand. he let go and moved back, waiting and watching Timothy's reaction.  

[Your Missing Period]

Of course he was going to attach a chain, Tim leaning forawrd lightly to test it. He still couldn't bend his hands. This was a lot nicer than what he was used to, he almost didn't want to take it seriously Mori was so little a threat. He watched him walk around though, seeing that predator stride.

He was still a threat, and Tim was wrapped up and presented to the public, to Daren and whoever else was watching.

He looked down at his stomach before seeing Aomine enter his peripheral, brown eyes flickering to the box. Acupuncture? he eyed the needle cautiously before his npple was grabbed, making him flinch. "A-No. Stop." he said, trying to writhe away, face turning red. he bit his lip, forcing himself to ignore what chemical reactions were happening under his skin. Feeling Something touch it made him flinch and open and eye, both of them soon snapping open and widening, breath starting to become shallow. "No don--" he gave a cry of pain, trying to curl in on himself, feeling the weight still sitting there and breathing hard, eyes brimming with tears. "Take it out. Take it out." he begged, arms tugging at the monoglove and chain, tears slipping out unintentionally, thankful he couldn't properly look down at it.

Pain overran any chemical reactions.

Pain was pain.

"Please Aomine take it out!"  

[VampuricWerewolf]

Mori ignored the tears for now, they were an uncontrolable reation and he understood that. if it turned into sobs, however, he would be less forgiving. "shh," he said softly, stroking Tim's hair and moving so he could pull Tim's head against his shoulder, cradling him. "shh, it's alright. you'll be alright. there's no lasting damage, Timothy." he stroked Tim's hair for a little while longer before pulling out a second needle and repeating the process with Timothy's other n*pple, gently teasing it to hardness before piercing it with a swift thrust. "there, there," he once more pulled Timothy against his chest, soothing him, "shh. you are alright."