**Chapter 8: Rescue and Emotional Release**

The dimly lit, abandoned warehouse seemed to be Yeko's home now. He had lost count of the days, weeks, or even months he had been here. Time seemed to have no meaning as he lay on the dirty mattress, his body covered in blood and scars. The fluorescent lights overhead cast an unforgiving glare, but it was nothing compared to the darkness that had consumed his soul. Yeko's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing through the warehouse. He knew it was them, the three boys who had been torturing him for what felt like an eternity. Hiroshi, Hazuko, and Firakagu walked into the room, their faces fresh and clean, as if they had just come from school. Yeko, on the other hand, was still wearing his uniform from two days ago, covered in blood and dirt. "Ah, Yeko, we've been thinking," Hiroshi said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "We've been too easy on you. It's time for a new torture method." Yeko's heart sank as he realized what was coming. He tried to move, but his body was too weak. His ankles were still bound by the ropes, and his wrists were tied to the mattress. The three boys started to unbuckle their pants, their eyes gleaming with excitement. Yeko's mind went blank as he realized what they were planning. He had heard of such things happening to others, but he never thought it would happen to him. Panic set in as Yeko struggled against the ropes, but they only seemed to tighten. He was trapped, and he knew he was in for a world of pain. "Please, stop," Yeko begged, his voice shaking with fear. "I'll do anything, just don't do this." But the boys just laughed, their voices echoing off the walls of the warehouse. They seemed to enjoy Yeko's fear, his desperation. As the boys approached him, Yeko closed his eyes, preparing for the worst. He had heard that rape was a fate worse than death, and he wondered if he would ever be able to recover from this. The assault continued, and Yeko felt like he was losing himself, like he was being consumed by the darkness that surrounded him. Just as it seemed like the nightmare would never end, the boys stopped. Yeko lay there, his body broken and battered. He knew that he would never forget this experience, that it would haunt him for the rest of his life. As the boys walked away, Yeko opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face. He knew that he had to find a way to survive, to endure this hell and find a way to escape. But before he could process his thoughts, he heard a voice, a soft, sweet, delicate voice calling his name. "Yeko...Yeko, is that you?" Yeko's eyes widened as he realized it was Yumika's voice. He couldn't believe it. How did she find him? Suddenly, someone picked him up, and Yeko felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was being rescued. As he looked up, he saw a female police officer, her badge shining in the fluorescent light. Yeko's eyes welled up with tears as he realized he was finally safe. The officer gently placed Yeko on a stretcher, and he was wheeled out of the warehouse. As he looked around, he saw Hiroshi, Hazuko, and Firakagu being taken away in a police car. Yeko's eyes locked onto Yumika, who was bawling her eyes out as she ran towards him. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. For the first time in his life, Yeko felt emotion. He cried, not in pain, but in relief, in gratitude. He knew that he would never be alone again, that Yumika would always be there for him. As they hugged, Yeko felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that he would never forget this experience, but he also knew that he would survive, that he would heal. The darkness that had consumed him for so long was finally receding, and Yeko was emerging into the light. He knew that it would take time, but he was ready to face the future, to rebuild his life. With Yumika by his side, Yeko knew that he could overcome anything. He was no longer alone, and that was all that mattered.