Chapter 7: Rape and Despair

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 first boy, Hiroshi, started to assault Yeko, taking advantage of his vulnerability. Yeko felt a wave of pain and shame wash over him as he realized that he was being brutalized. The other two boys joined in, taking turns to assault Yeko. He felt like he was losing himself, like he was being consumed by the darkness that surrounded him. As the assault continued, Yeko's mind went numb. He felt like he was floating above his body, watching himself being brutalized. He knew he had to find a way to survive, to endure this hell and find a way to escape. But for now, Yeko was trapped, at the mercy of the three boys. He knew that he would never be the same again, that this experience would leave him scarred for life. The boys finally stopped, leaving Yeko lying on the mattress, 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 for now, he was trapped in this darkness, with no escape in sight. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to flicker, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Yeko's breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with sobs. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of despair, with no lifeline to cling to. In that moment, Yeko wondered if he would ever be free from this nightmare. Would he ever be able to escape the clutches of Hiroshi, Hazuko, and Firakagu? Or would he be trapped forever, a prisoner of their twisted desires? The darkness seemed to close in around him, suffocating him. Yeko's tears fell onto the mattress, a silent testament to his despair. He knew that he had to hold on, to find a way to survive. But for now, he was lost in a sea of pain and suffering, with no end in sight.