Slave

"I'm glad to see you two here," Miyahara said happily when he saw Natsuo and Jiro approaching him.

They had made their way deeper into the house through dimly lit corridors. Miyahara sat behind his desk as the other yakuza members leaned against the walls, showing off their colorful tattoos as trophies. Natsuo's attention was distracted by them and the naked women who purred under their arms. He realized that the place wasn't really an ordinary bathhouse, but an illegal brothel disguised as one.

"What conditions do you have?" Jiro asked Miyahara, returning Natsuo to the situation they were in. He shifted his weight uneasily as he felt a brand-new pistol under his hoodie.

"No conditions. Mori Kikiyo will be freed in the near future. You can decide what to do with him, as long as he dies," Miyahara said, stroking the hair of a kneeling young woman with gold-ringed fingers.

"And you will protect us from Kikiyo?" Jiro clarified.