Daichi slowly regained consciousness. When he felt his stomach twist after a while, he immediately woke up and became fully conscious.
When Daichi opened his eyes, he was greeted by the dull colored ceiling. In addition to the dim yellowish light, an uneasy feeling engulfed Daichi's heart once more.
He asked himself as he sat down. "Where is this?"
Daichi was taken aback when he heard the ugly hoarse voice. It took a long time for Daichi to realize that the ugly voice was his own.
"What happened to my voice?" Daichi was confused.
The young man touched his neck, prompting him to recall the bizarre incident that had occurred prior to his passing out. His neck ached again. Almost at the same time, his tongue detected a strange salty taste.
Daichi spit in disgust. The young man was well aware of what he was tasting in his mouth right now. They must be the filthy 'things' of men.
"Damn you, Yoshimoto! How could he do such disgusting things to me?"
Daichi's throat was sore as he spoke. He coughed so hard that his neck was in excruciating pain.
Daichi worked hard to stop coughing because he was afraid it would aggravate his throat.
Daichi looked around after successfully controlling his coughing.
He saw a fairly large room with some old furniture, including an iron bed on which Daichi was now lying. There was also a small table with a teapot and plastic cups. At the end, there was a tightly shut wooden door directly in front of Daichi.
"What exactly is this place? Is it in the basement?" Daichi wondered.
Daichi got up from the hard bed. His stomach hurt again, possibly because he was not moving carefully.
He extended his hand to stroke her stomach. "Why do I feel like I'm starving? How long have I been unconscious?"
Daichi waited for the pain to go away before getting out of bed. He shivered slightly as his bare feet touched the cold floor.
"Just ignore the cold. The most important thing, however, is that I get to the door first!"
Daichi's main goal is to open the door. The short distance between him and the door set his spirits on fire. Despite the fact that I had to walk on tiptoes due to the cold floor.
Unfortunately, things were not as simple as Daichi had imagined. Daichi was stuck just a few steps away from the door, unable to move forward due to something shackling his left leg. When he looked down, he discovered an iron chain bracelet tied to his leg and connected to the foot of the bed.
Daichi tries to shake the iron bracelet and chain, on the other hand, were brand new, and the bed legs were also made of iron embedded in the cement floor. Daichi's efforts appear doomed to fail.
"Damn! This whole thing is really fucking crazy."
Daichi couldn't stop himself from cursing once more. He screamed, oblivious to the fact that his voice was strange and his throat hurt when he spoke;
"You're a crazy bastard, Yoshimoto! Get me out of here!"
Quite.
There's was nothing but Daichi's screams. No one responded to his harsh curses.
"You don't want to show up, huh? Are you a deaf ghost, Yoshimoto? Hey, asshole! Come here! Get me out of here! Let me go"
"Come here, you insane!"
"Can you hear what I'm saying? I know you're around! Answer me, Yoshimoto!"
"Hey, Yoshimoto, scumbag!"
"Open the door, damn it...."
"Answer me and open the door, hey, Yoshimoto."
"Hey, Yoshimoto, let go of me, okay? If you let me go, I'll not tell anyone about what you have done to me..."
"I promise to be nice to you in the future." So, Yoshimoto, get me out of here...,"
Daichi had lost the ability to scream harsh words. His tone became weaker, and he began to despair. His angry yell had devolved into a pitiful plea.
Despite Daichi's pleading, the wooden door showed no signs of opening.
Daichi surrenders. He curled up on the cold floor, limp. Afterwards, he dozed off.
Soon after, the wooden door opened, revealing a tall, handsome young man.
Shuhei looked down at Daichi, who was curled up on the floor in a ball.
"You said you would be nice to me earlier. But what did I see? You were lying on the cold floor. Is not this one of your ways of rebelling, Daicchan?"
Shuhei spoke without showing any emotion. His long legs stepped in. Daichi was picked up from the floor and carried to bed by him.
Shuhei poured Daichi a cup of water after putting him down.
"Hiroki." Shuhei called someone.
A man in a neat black suit appeared from the open door. His face was firm, with a thin mustache and beard, and his hair was neatly combed back.
"Yes sir."
"Bring here the food I cooked earlier."
"Yes sir."
After receiving Shuhei's orders, the man known as Hiroki withdrew.
Shuhei returned his attention to Daichi's sleeping face after Hiroki had left. Both eyes were filled with adoration, love, and obsession for Daichi. His hands seemed to have their own mind, rushing to caress the person he liked's face.
Shuhei's hand slid further down Daichi's bruised neck, and Daichi opened his eyes.
Shuhei's movements stopped. "You have got up?" he asked.
Daichi's annoyance was heightened by Shuhei's expression.
"You finally showed yourself, bastard Yoshimoto?"
"Are you waiting for me?" Shuhei gave a casual response.
"Waiting for your head, asshole! Yes, I'm waiting for you, waiting to punch your damn face that makes me sick every time I see you."
Shuhei did not respond to Daichi's curse because Hiroki arrived with a tray.
Shuhei accepted the tray containing the bowl of porridge, and Hiroki exited.
Shuhei said, "open your mouth."
Daichi cast a quick glance at the porridge bowl. His stomach grumbled, but his pride kept him from reaching for the spoon.
"I'll not eat unless you let me go," Daichi said, shaking his left leg chain.
Shuhei immediately turned down Daichi's request. "No way."
"Why?"
"Because I've been patient enough. I have given you a chance by allowing you to go about your daily life and accept me naturally. But..." Shuhei's gaze sharpened. "But you keep provoking me."
"I don't-"
"You kissed that girl in front of me on purpose, didn't you?" Shuhei gets past Daichi's flimsy defense.
Daichi admitted.
"I did it so that you stay away from me."
"Stay away?" Shuhei laughed, as if Daichi's words were very funny. "I'm not the type to give up once I have determined what I want. And you are mine."
Daichi stared. "What exactly do you mean by 'yours?' I'm not yours!"
Shuhei scooped up the porridge and handed it to Daichi. "Eat it."
Daichi pushed the spoon containing the porridge aside, and a bit of the porridge splashed everywhere as a result of his actions.
Daichi did it out of rage at first, but when the porridge scattered and he saw Shuhei's expression change, his stomach sank.