OCTOBER 15 2013
“Oh, c'mon, Ken. Smile. The camera is watching and it absolutely loves you~!”
The camera recorded.
It recorded everything.
Every day, every night.
But only when you were there, when it was time to play again.
Kaneki couldn't remember how he ended up here, in this cold, tiled room in the basement.
His mind was destroyed, once filled with fear but now–
Now he was simply broken.
“Ken. Look into the camera.”
Your cold voice held mock and a sadistic hint within as you titled his head up from behind, the arms around him as your chest was pressed against the back of the wooden chair he was tied on.
The black haired male's head would be about to fall down again, the chin hit the fabric of his long dirtied, white shirt.
It was stained with blood, he guessed.
It was already turning black in some spots that he couldn't make out what was what.
His eyes were dull and glassy as he stared into direction camera that was set exactly at his sitting height, one eye already so purple from the beating he had gotten that it seemed to be black.
The face smeared with bruises and blood, dirt and vomit.
He was tired.
He was hurt
He was hungry.
Actually he wasn't even caring about his hunger anymore.
He wanted to finally die.
Ken. Ken. Ken.
So many times had it been called out; his name.
At first he had loved the way it rolled of your tongue, the time long ago when he had been madly in love with you before he had known about your real self, than he started to fear it and now?
A broken cassette recorder.
Your voice; in his mind and ears, never-ending.
Over and over again.
All he was feeling was pain.
The pain you caused him was arousing you.
The screams, the whimpers, the tears!
It was majestic and simply... lovely.
It had started small with animals when you were young, watching how you were able to play god with their little, meaningless life, being able to decide about life and death had given you this thrill.
This little thrill soon needed more to be felt.
The animals became bigger until you had reached the humans.
To you they were animals as well; way more entertaining animals.
The screams, the curses, sometimes they were calling out for their mother, sometimes they would beg you to stop, they would do everything they would often say.
But that was all you needed; the here and now.
Agony, pain, tears, despair.
Screams of agony, facial expressions of pain, tears of despair.
You had it all on camera.
Every single of your little play toys that had died a painful death.
Tiny, little snuff porn collection.
Neither tiny nor little, that was a lie.
Usually you wouldn't take so long in killing a prey but he, Kaneki, was special.
You wanted to savour very single move, action, word, expression and voice he was able to make.
“What should we do next to you, Ken~?”
Your voice was so nice, so comforting, so sickly sweet as you traced the tip of the knife along his jar, digging the tip now and then into the skin and watched how the blood ran down his the tender skin of his scrawny neck that was still heavily tainted with bloody, purple bruises from the last time of strangling him.
The neck so bony and fragile, so easily broken.
He had tried to get away so he had retrieved his punishment.
“How should we continue our fun, Ken?”
All Kaneki did was stare into the camera, his broken and bruised imagine displayed on the display that was so turned that you were able to see how the recording went.
The black haired male saw himself.
One leg missing; not the entire thing, just above his knee. You had sawed it off with an old handsaw that had seen better days as he had tried to escape you days ago.
Or had it been weeks?
Maybe already months.
It had hurt. So much.
You had moved it extremely slow and with a lot of pressure back then.
You had been kind enough to stop the blood after some time and had wrapped it up in some bandages.
The face bruised, a few tooth missing; often you would untie him, strangle him or smash his face against the floor with your heavy boots.
One of his shoulders pierced with a metal pipe that you had managed to sharpen in the front
Both thumbs broken by a hammer.
Most of the fingernails were gone; ripped out by your favourite tool, the pliers.
You loved fingers and toes, you had once told him during your rare mad monologues.
Chopping them off, ripping out the nails, twisting and turning them until the bones would break.
Aaah, that lovely sound.
This lovely sound that caused shudders to run down your spine and an aroused sigh would follow.
“What next, Ken~?”
Humming his name with a wicked smile into his ear, you stabbed him into his thigh with a swift motion and great force and listened to his screams, how he was gasping with his mouth wide open.
Again you pulled it out and enter his flesh once more, the knife tearing open the skin, cutting through the human meat and muscle tissue.
“Any ideas, dear, dear Ken?”
You twisted the knife in him around before standing fully up, leaving it sticking in his body and walked over to your tool table.
Everything fleshly cleaned and sterilized.
You wanted to keep everything clean, especially your tools.
Looking over your at least 20 little pain causers, you decided to take your most favourite one; your precious pliers.
Stalking over to your dear boyfriend, you untied his wrists and ankles, totally knowing that he was to weak and broken to attempt to escape.
Kaneki raised both his arms and legs towards you, the head titled down again, muttering not understandable words.
Grabbing him by his black hair, you tore his head back so it was titled up to the ceiling and gave the knife in his thigh a hit from above, causing it to deepen the wound and dug in more and more.
He simply trembled in pain, looked at you with a helpless wide eyes and smile and said:
“What about these?! You like fingers and toes, right?!”
“Oh, you remember? You're such a good boyfriend, good boy~.”
He heard you coo before you went in and shoved your tongue into his mouth, played with his non-moving one as you pleased.
As you did so, you tied his wrists slowly back on the arms of the chair and placed the pliers on the beginning of the index finger of his right hand.
“I know exactly what to do with those~.”
Kaneki decided to play along.
Maybe he would be dead sooner if he would.
He had gone mad.
Just like you.