CHAPTER 11
Another Day in Hell
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The door creaked open again.
Morning hadn't even come, but for Naoki, there was no night or day anymore.
Just pain.
And silence.
The ropes still burned into his wrists.
His muscles screamed from being stretched for hours.
His face was swollen, his lips split, and every breath tasted like blood.
And now—
New devils.
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Takao stepped in first.
Collar popped, luxury watch gleaming, like this was a party he bought tickets for.
He wrinkled his nose.
"Ugh. Smells like piss and loser in here."
Behind him strolled Rei, the quiet tech guy.
Glasses fogged slightly, laptop hugged to his chest.
He didn't speak.
He never did.
But his smirk said enough.
Sora followed, arms dramatically spread like a stage actor.
"Ladies and gentlemen… behold our star for today's twisted drama!"
And lastly—
Naomi.
Tall. Pale. Silent.
She walked past Naoki like he was nothing.
Like a chair.
Like garbage.
Her dead eyes scanned him.
Not a flicker of interest.
Then she took a seat in the corner. Watching.
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Naoki stirred weakly as they circled him.
He couldn't cry anymore.
His tears had dried.
His screams had faded.
All that was left was his mind—
cracking.
"Why again?"
"What did I do this time?"
"Why won't they stop?"
His chest shuddered.
"...mom..."
But no one listened.
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"Right," Takao said, snapping on a pair of gloves like a surgeon.
"Yesterday was brute force. Very... caveman. Let's be more refined."
He walked to a metal toolbox in the corner.
"Yes, we brought a toolbox," he grinned. "You should feel honored."
Rei opened his laptop, tapped a few keys.
A projector flickered on the wall.
Photos.
Video stills.
All of Naoki.
From classrooms, hallways, even his bedroom window.
"Been watching you for a while," Rei said softly.
"Analyzing your weaknesses."
He turned to Sora.
"Time to break him from the inside."
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Sora clapped.
"Let's begin!"
He walked up to Naoki, held up a plastic cup filled with dirty water.
"Thirsty?"
He poured it over Naoki's head instead.
Then—
Sora leaned in, took out a phone, and played a voice memo.
It was Naoki's mother.
Crying.
Begging.
"Please stop—please! I'll do anything, just leave him alone!"
"He's a good boy—he's never hurt anyone—"
Sora smiled.
"Touching, isn't it?"
Naoki's mouth trembled.
He screamed into the gag.
His heart shattered again.
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Takao returned with a branding iron.
Not heated—yet.
Just for show.
He ran it across Naoki's bare back, cold metal brushing broken skin.
"One day, I might really use this," he whispered.
"Wanna be our mascot?"
Rei projected an edited school ID on the wall.
It was Naoki—
naked, shaved, a dog collar photoshopped around his neck.
"Naoki Takahashi: Class Dog."
Pet. Property of the 12 Rulers.
Takao laughed.
Sora clapped like an audience member.
Rei nodded, pleased.
Naomi didn't move.
She simply picked up a permanent marker, walked over, and wrote something across Naoki's chest:
"TOY"
Then walked away.
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Naoki couldn't think anymore.
He couldn't process.
His breath hitched.
He felt his stomach twist violently.
He vomited.
Right there.
On himself.
They all stepped back.
"Ew," Sora grimaced.
Takao chuckled.
"I guess the dog needs training."
Rei brought out a shock collar.
"You bark, you get shocked. Easy."
He strapped it to Naoki's neck.
Naoki sobbed silently.
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The next hours blurred.
They slapped him.
Spit on him.
Made him crawl in circles until his knees bled.
Rei showed more photos of his house, his bathroom, his old diaries.
Takao whispered his passwords into his ear, proving there was no escape.
Naomi poured cold water over his head until he shook.
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"Why…"
Naoki's inner voice cracked.
"Why m
e?"
"I didn't do anything… I didn't… I was just quiet…"
"Is that a sin?"
"God… please…"
"Someone…"
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But God wasn't in the room.
Only monsters.
And this was only Day Two.
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To be continued…