Captive of Love

AU Note: This chapter might seem boring as well, but I have some twisted scenarios ready. Don't abandon me, okie? Plus, I'll try to keep up a steady pace in terms of upload schedule, but I can't promise anything...

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This…this wasn't supposed to happen…

Shinji woke up with a draft caressing his numb face. A strange, muddy feeling had clouded his mind, turning his entire body numb. He groaned, and through his fuzzy vision, deducted that the area around him was too dark to survey. Even then, he managed to notice that his legs and arms were bound with soft, flexible rope, and that he was in some sort of basement judging by the stairs a few meters in front of him.

"Mhhmmm...!!" Shinji tried to yell, or maybe just make a noise, to confirm that he could still speak, but the tight tape sealing his lips prevented him.

Shinji moved his bound legs forward, but found out that he couldn't even shake the chair that he was tied to. He looked down, and through the low-light environment, saw that the chair itself was chained to a few metal bars on the tiled floor. "Argh…!!" He yelled out of frustration, as confusion and fear consumed him.

A newfound anger began to brew in Shinji's mind at Mizuki, and himself for letting that bitch enter his house. He didn't know if he was kidnapped for extortion or if she had entered his house to steal something, despite her sweet words from back then. The very fact that someone so dear to him was capable of doing either of those was shocking – he didn't want to believe it, but he was tied to a chair with a bloody gash on his lower lip – all of them due to the same girl.

"Ah, you're awake. You should've called for me, you know? I was right there preparing food for you. Hehe. "

Like the devil herself, the ever-familiar doe-eyed girl walked down the stairs, her lithe body donning nothing but a simple white pajama.

"Urmpppf…!!" Shinji screamed, and pushed back and forth. This little action evoked nothing but a small smirk from Mizuki, who arrived before him with a wooden stool and a plate.

"How cute. I'll admit; it was fun dragging you down here while trying to hide you from other people. Wait, I'll take that thing off…"

Mizuki grinned. She put down the stool with a bow, and placed the plate on it. Wisps of steam came off from the bowl, while she ripped off the duck tape from his mouth.

"Ugrhh…wh-why?!"

Mizuki used her hands, and wiped away the drool and hardened, crusty blood surrounding his lips. Her smirk widened, after she licked her hands like it was dipped in honey.

"Mmm…sweet and salty; contradictory, just like us. You asked why I kidnapped you, right? I've been in love with your for, maybe…more than a decade? It got unbearable, even more so after you dared to accept something from someone other than me – is what I'd like to say. An answer like that should rile up a lonely teenager like you, no? " Mizuki put her hand on her cheek, and gazed at the dazed Shinji with amused eyes.

"You…you're just lying! You probably did this to extort money from my family; otherwise, you wouldn't have injured, or… ignored me when I saw you near that store!"

Seeing his frustrated expression, Mizuki shook her head sideways, as if to playfully disagree with him. "My heart wants one thing while my mind wants another: the first thing I wanted to do to you at first was to permanently cage you in my basement, just like now, and keep you, all, for, myself. "

The same vapid, glazed eyes from before returned, but were wiped away within moments.

"But, I didn't think you'd like something like that, so I tried to fake it, and feigned disinterest while my heart was fidgeting. I thought you'd approach me, we'd talk, I'd fool you with my looks, we'd go on a few dates and have a happy life without anyone of us knowing… but then you knocked into that girl, hehe. She wasn't that much of problem, but I quickly deduced that at this rate you'll never approach me, so I kidnapped you. "

Shinji's face stilled a bit, but his tongue didn't, "You, do you realize what you've done? There are security cameras all over my apartment complex; you'll be tracked down by the police in the matter of weeks!"

"I really pity you. You used to be realistic and all, now you're just an idiot. Tell me one thing, do you really think there's someone in this town that'll notice that you're missing? Do you have any friends, family, or even anyone except me that cares about you?"

The reality of the situation came crashing down upon Shinji. He remembered that the apartment complex he lived in had lax security, meaning that it'll likely be months before they notice he was missing. His relatives…

"…I…don't have…"

"The college authority can care less about a new student like you; they're used to people attending once and never coming back…so, you still believe that someone will come to rescue you?"

It was time to face reality.

Many weeks had went by since he woke up from his confused daze regarding life, but Shinji was aware that if he were to suddenly disappear no one would notice. Such an incident today proved it.

"…I don't really…know what to say. I guess, I'm not going to be missed either way. So do what you want with me, I don't care."

The expression on Shinji's face hardened, as a sigh escaped his lips. He wasn't sure what the girl in front of him wanted, but he didn't care.

"The only thing I want to do to you is to turn you into my possession. Hehe, don't worry, I won't treat you badly. You'll soon realize…that you have no one in this world but me. "

Yeah, right. That's why Mizuki didn't contact Shinji for like, six years, right? He wanted to tell it straight to her face, but he didn't want to get hurt again, so he kept quiet.

"You must be hungry. Here, although I don't know how to cook, I made some porridge for you. And, don't move too hard, or you'll faint. I drugged with you a high dose of muscle relaxant; can't have you running around…!"

"Alright…"

Shinji might've looked like he was too accepting of the situation, but he didn't want to face the wrath of the bitch before him.

Mizuki caressed Shinji's lips once more, but this time with a more mellower expression. She said, with a tinge of regret, "There, there. It's going to heal soon; I wouldn't have treated you that badly if I knew you were going to be this obedient! "

"You know, there was no need to kidnap me. Yo—" Shinji tried to reason, but stopped when he saw Mizuki scoop up some porridge, and direct it at his mouth.

"Say aah, or else I'll feed you through my mouth. Hehe, I'll have fun doing that. "

Shinji opened his mouth, and obediently ate the spoonful of sweet, milky porridge. It was rather bland, despite how sweet it was, but Mizuki was never known for her cooking skills…

"I'm sorry if it tastes bad. I'll try my best to cook something good for you tomorrow morning. Hehe, after this, I'll help you shower and sleep…mm. Shin, I love you. "

While Shinji was busy gulping down food, Mizuki during the latter part of her sentence suddenly pounced on him, and kissed his right cheek. The abrupt wet feeling on his cheek shook him from his core…

"Now, eat. I won't allow Shin to become malnourished!"

"...If you love me that much, release me."

"Not possible!" Mizumi cutely said, and forced another spoonful into his mouth, albeit without much force.

Just like that, with the girl force-feeding the boy like he was her pet, an hour had went by. Shinji felt his stomach rumble, mostly because of how hungry he was due to the drugs affecting him. He had eaten, but it was like dumping drops of water into an endless sea – meaningless.

After hearing the noises coming from Shinji's abdomen, Mizuki smile deepened. She stroked his hair, and said affectionately, "Good boy, wait for me here. I'll go and prepare the bath for you…"

"B—"

Despite the expression on her face, Mizuki took a duck tape lying around near the chair and heartlessly taped Shinji's mouth once more, which grabbed him by surprise. The sheer speed of her action was inconceivable for him; was she a girl or a monster in hiding?

With a wave of a hand, Mizuki slid her messy locks of hair behind her ears, and walked to the stairs. Once on the ground floor, she immediately collapsed and started sniffing her hand, that had fed and caressed Shinji.

"Hmmh…so sweet…so intoxicating…ah; I want him so bad…but I can't scare him off this early, mmm… "

The mad obsession boiling inside Mizuki Aira's heart had come to fruition – the desideratum of her being, her secret yearning, was now finally under her solid grasp.

Truly. If it was some other man, he'd smile in joy with his filthy lips, and fawn over Mizuki the very moment she were to come in front of him; but Shinji was different. He was cute, lovable, charming, cuddly…everything!

"Hehe, I wonder what he'll say if he sees me like this…nm. "

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Shinji stood still in the wide, expansive bathroom, without a single shred of clothing except his boxers. The light illuminating him was bright and sterile, but lacking even a trace of warmth. It highlighted the thin, somewhat malnourished body of his, making him feel like he standing nude in the middle of a highway.

Shinji's face was the same as ever: dull, depressed and freezing. The things that had took place today were nothing more than heart failures for him.

"God…help me. "

"Shin, come here! "

"I…I'm coming. " Shinji replied, like a lifeless drone, and walked forward towards a certain area near the bathtub. He was 18 this year, but he already felt like he would die due to vitality problems the next day.

There, right before him, was Mizuki lathering a milky-white, pleasant smelling body wash on her body. Her moist, creamy skin was exposed bare for Shinji to see, but the playful expression on her face was as if it didn't matter.

Even the shortest and slowest movements would shake her ample, but small breasts – it almost felt like they were rubber balls filled with water

Seeing such a scene dyed the dead-faced Shinji red, which expanded the already wide grin Mizuki had on her face. He cupped the tent on his boxer, and looked away.

"Soo cute!~ It's been so long since I've seen this side of Shin, ahh!"

As if unaware of the actions she had done merely hours ago, Mizuki pounced on Shinji and pulled him into her embrace, stuffing his head between her perky mounds.

"Ah, you smell so nice. I almost want to scrape your sk���oh, nothing~! Stay still and be a good boy, I'll take care of you – forever, and ever," she paused, took a bottle of body wash and lathered him with it, and hummed softly, "and ever till you die~!"

Mizuki was very creepy, almost borderline insane. In a few hours, Shinji had seen numerous angles of her personality but most of it them were violent, unlike the one she was showing right now.

Just like that, like a devoted wife caring for her disabled husband, Mizuki washed every nook and cranny of his body spotless clean. Her eyes would strangely dart around, and she'd suddenly start fidgeting, but she didn't cross any boundaries.

At the last stage, one of her hands carrying a sponge squeezed, and reached down into his nether regions. It merely touched the tip of his manhood, when Shinji jolted awake from his mesmerized stupor.

"Don't worry, I won't do... anything you dislike," Mizuki murmured to his ears, and with another touch on his wet, soggy boxers, bit his right earlobe and started suckling on it.

"N...no, I'll take it from here. Please. "

Shinji grasped his crotch, and hid it from Mizuki's wandering, soft hands. His shyness aroused a short chuckle from the devilish girl, but she obliged and stood up, "Mm, as I expected, Shin is still like his older self; a bit too shy for his own good. Hehe~!"

Shinji remained sitting on that stool, while Mizuki went off of his back and started showering. The foam dripped down her body, forming an erotic image. Her plump butt wobbled, as she danced around while humming a chipper tune.

"Wash yourself, hm hmhmh hmm!"

Mizuki continued humming the same tune, and exited the bathroom with a white towel on her body.

The first thing that Shinji did after Mizuki left was to pinch himself on his leg. His lips twitched, as he felt pain course through his leg muscles… it was evident that he was still in reality.

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"You're done showering? Good boy, keep it up and I'll shower you with love endlessly!"

Mizuki said as her eyes wandered away from the TV and towards the towel-wearing Shinji. She put her hand on the comfy, white sofa and gestured for him to come to her.

Shinji glanced at the luxurious decorations in the living room, directly adjacent to a bathroom, and began to think of how she had acquired such a fortune. Judging by the size, it wasn't her old house; he didn't even remember seeing such a magnificent house near where he lived, unlike what Yuuji had said.

"Um, I...I need clothes. "

"Oh, I've already bought some for you. I'll give them to you but for now, we have lots to catch up on, yes? Sit, sit!"

Mizuki gestured towards the seat directly to her right, and embraced Shinji as soon as he sat there. Like a caring individual, she caressed his hands, and asked, "Don't be so shy; I've grown up but I'm still the old Mizuki. So, how was life in Tokyo?"

The deadpan faced Shinji took a few moments, before an answer came out from his mouth, "Aren't you afraid I'll knock you over right now and run away?"

It was obviously a stupid question. Shinji could still remember the amazing strength the girl in front of him had, but the anger from being thought of as nothing more than a possession made him spit out that question.

"You have nowhere to go~!"

Fuck you.

"...Whatever."

"You haven't answered my question yet~?"

"Miserable, unhappy. I'm not going to tell you anything more."

Recollecting the past would make Shinji vexed, thus he stopped the memories flashing back in his mind and refused to talk further. Mizuki reacted to his statement with a bent eyebrow, and said, "Damn, something really bad happened, huh? I won't push you; you'll have to tell me everything sooner or later, though."

It's the same uninterested expression. Shinji smiled in his mind as he felt that Mizuki had the same expression as Yuuji from before – she was uninterested in his story. How sad.

"And, where's your father? I didn't see him with you?"

"He's dead, " Shinji replied with furrowed brows, and an emotionless face.

"Ah, what a coincidence; my father died while you were gone as well. Doesn't that make us perfect partners?"

"…no."

In that very moment, the expression on Mizuki's face underwent a rapid change. Her forever smiling lips twitched, while her eyebrows furrowed – they both combined to form a somehow angry, but empty dichotomy.

God, her smile is so creepy…

"Say yes. Say yes right now."

The terrifying pressure brought upon him by her constantly widening smile made Shinji falter, and he acquiesced, "Y…yes."

At that very moment, just when Mizuki was about to open her lips, the doorbell rang.

"Oops, looks like we have guests here. Shin, hey, please forgive me~!"

Dear through ugly scoured through Shinji's body as he tried to stand up, but discovered that he couldn't. A massive strength, coming from Mizuki's arm, pinned him down on the sofa.

"Good night."

Something stabbed him on his neck, and within moments, he blacked out once more