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Killing Room

Hinata groans softly as he begins to wake. He was held down on a table with plastic. What the hell was this?! He didn't remember much, he just remembered walking around town late at night. Did he maybe stop somewhere to sleep? A friend's place? His brown eyes gaze around in confusion. No. He didn't recognize this place one bit. He tries moving, furrowing his eyebrows when he realizes he can't,"H-Hello?" It was rare for him to be frightened and scared, but when in a strange environment and held down to a rather uncomfortable table by plastic, who wouldn't be?

From the far reach of the room, a soft, chiming could be heard. "Oh" Charles' eyes met Hinata's briefly behind his mask. His eyes widened however, when his last life ran out, and his game went to the menu screen, "Fuckin candy crush bullshit" he grumbled, stuffing his phone into his pocket and letting out a long sigh. "So you're finally awake." he stepped forward, stroking Hinata's cheek. "I've been waiting three hours you little slowpoke" he snickered.

Hinata tenses, trying to pull away from his touch as he asks shakingly,"Wh-where am I? Why am I here?" He questions, now glaring up towards Charles. His brown eyes held determination, though with his messy orange hair, it was actually kind of cute.

Charles sighed, "Same old same old. I've heard this all before. Where am I?~ Why am I here?~ Why are you doing this?~" he laughed and pulled his mask off, tossing it to the side and taking a deep breath. "Mmmmmmm... I'm bored Hinata Hattori" he stood against the table, ledging himself against Hinata's leg. "I hope you're comfortable" he purred, grinning, "Well uh.. comfortably.. tied up that is" he added.

Hinata grunts,"Who are you? Why am I tied up?" He again questions. He assumed since he got to see Charles face, he was either planning on killing him, or locking him up here for whatever reason. He eyes him, grunting to himself quietly,"Damn.. This makes it hard to breathe.." He glares back up at him.

Charles watched him squirm, smiling as he pulled his bag up and unraveled all of his weapons onto the table beside them. "I got a new set of weapons. I'd like to show you them. So shut up." he smiled gleefully as he went over each weapon methodically, eyeing them with pride. "You know, I've always wanted to use a corkscrew, I've always thought that it would go good... right in the eye socket. Turn that sunny side up egg into scrambled in a few seconds. Like putting your cornea through a blender, or spin dry in a machine." he shrugged, "Or maybe just a really intense zumba class" he giggled.

Hinata shivers, grunting,"I'm going to be sick just at the thought.." He eyes the weapons. He couldn't possibly be thinking about using one of those on him, could he? He struggles to get free even more now. He felt helpless, like a dog trapped in a cage, or a child in a bear trap. He walked right into this one, he shouldn't of been wandering alone at night.

Charles watched, seeming bored by his answer. Though his frown gradually became a smile again as he pulled out an actual knife. About eight inches long. He smiled and toyed with the edge of it, reaching down and dragging it along Hinata's face, "This here. This is a Henckels Professional S 8-Inch Chef Knife, this doesn't just cut Hinata. This cuts magnificently." he smiled, licking his lips, "Might cut through some muscle and tendons if we're lucky. Now I like to use this to cut my favorite kind of potatoes, russet potatoes. Excellent for stir fry or hashbrowns. Do you like hashbrowns Hinata? Don't answer that, I'll cut your tongue out if you interrupt me that was completely rhetorical." he chuckled, but there was a bitterness to his laugh that spoke something very clearly, he was not joking around.

Hinata gasps and jerks away. He couldn't say or do anything, this guy was serious. He keeps quiet, glaring at him. He waits awhile before spitting at him, finally speaking,"Release me!"

Charles suddenly glared at him, icy cold in expression as he leaned in, cutting Hinata's cheek, leaving a clean scratch, "If you don't shut your mouth I might just cut off your disco stick and use it like a gag. Do you want to choke on your baby maker Hinata? I don't think you've ever dreamed of sucking your own dick. And if you have... let's not make dreams come true tonight" he smiled bitterly before continuing, "Speaking of potatoes, I have this potato peeler, a little unorthodox, but I've always wondered what it'd be like to peel the skin off of someone's face. Like shaving but instead of shaving hair you're shaving... well uh... skin. Heh. It's also got this cute little blade on the side here but uh, we've got enough of those pretty little blades to play with tonight" he added.

Hinata shivers at the thought though falls silent. He blinks at his attention span and looks at him, ignoring the pain in his cheek as he just stares at him. It was as if this guy were lonely. Is that why he killed, kidnapped and tortured people? He was lonely. He keeps quiet, staring up at him, wondering what it was that he planned on doing.

Charles took a deep breath and set the potato peeler down, "Next, we have the butter knife. It's really got this perfect thickness, takes a little longer than most but, hey, you've got nowhere to be anytime soon. Anyways, you would usually use this to spread butter, but you know, I think we're gonna go for the corners of the mouth and maybe in between your fingers. Like little paper cuts. Only paper can't cut through the bone and still spread butter for a dinner party of five the next day" he winked and grabbed the next tool, "Now this is pretty practical, but I think it's my favorite. I've had this for years, it's called a multi tool, it's good for a lot of things. Pulling teeth, shredding cheeks, you know." He released the pliers, smiling as he tapped them gently, "I don't even have to tell you what these are for, you already know, I can see it in your eyes" he put it down in exchange for something else, "A lot of people avoid these, safety scissors. But, I used this exact pair on my brother five years ago. Fun fun fun right? They always remind me of a simpler time, arts and crafts in kindergarten. You know what's funny is tonight, you're going to be my arts and crafts project" he purred.

Hinata shivers, swallowing as he thinks, I look better with my skin and organs where they are right now. He grunts and struggles more against the restraints, desperately trying to get out.

Charles looked slightly disappointed by that but shrugged and pulled out a needle, strategically placing it at his neck and pushing into the skin, injecting a seditive to keep him paralyzed, "No no no, don't move a muscle ... calm your itty bitty titties. We're gonna have some fun, so don't ruin it by jamming around in your plastic prison" he grinned and reached down, stroking his cheek again, "You are very pretty though" he muttered, mostly to himself.

Hinata tenses and whimpers, finally settling down, due to the drug. He glances away, refusing to look at him now as he swallows harshly. This guy was mad. He tenses up even more at Charles' touch.

Charles blinked when his phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out, placing his hands over Hinata's mouth aggressively as he answered, "Hello? Yea? I see ... no no, if you've got the cash, I have all the time I'm the world. ... Tomorrow is perfect, no worries friend" he spoke.

Hinata tenses, suddenly licking Charles hand. He had a small tongue, but he still made sure to make Charles' hand soaked with his slobber.

Charles tensed and finished his call, stuffing his phone back in his pocket before suddenly smacking Hinata harshly with his wet hand, "Eheh, wellie, it looks like your good for a couple of days. You see, I've got an actual contract tomorrow. You're just for the fuck of it. But if I kill you now ... well that means I'll have to clean up. And I'm kind of tired" he explained.

Hinata gasps in pain when smacked. He shakingly glares back up at him, once again choosing not to reply. He hated this guy. Hinata loved everyone, but this guy he hated.

He watched him, chuckling and smiling as he cut the plastic wrap away, not worrying about him getting away, knowing he was paralyzed, "But don't worry, you have front row tickets to the show tomorrow" he said cheerfully.

Hinata eyes him unsurely. What sort of show was he talking about? What was this meeting? Now he really wished he could move, so he could try to escape him. But now he was like his puppet, unable to move unless his puppet master allowed him to.

Charles licked his lips as he stared down at him, "But I'll be sure to keep you out of the splash zone. That's just extra clean up for me" he said as he ran his hand down Hinata's chest, pulling his shirt up.

Hinata tenses, blushing,"Kn-knock it off!" This guy wanted to injure him? Fine. But Hinata would still fight against him if he tried doing anything.. Sexual. His body was muscular yet thin and curvy, having a few scars and bruises on it.

He ignored him, fingers running over his scars before he began unbuckling his pants. "Hmmm ... your skin is all battered here .. deliberately, in places no one could ever see" he muttered.

Hinata's eyes widen,"Im telling you now! Knock it off or i'll make you regret it!" He couldn't move! The thought that this was happening and he couldn't move made Hinata's heart beat quicken.

"I'm not going to rape you, so quit yammering. It insults me that you'd actually think I'd find you, or anyone, sexually attractive." He grumbled as he examined the bruises.

Hinata tenses, glancing away. Why did he feel hurt about that? It shouldn't matter to him, this guy was just a stranger. The bruises also show on his lower stomach and upper legs, some new and some a few weeks old.

"Alcoholic father" he smirked, "Dead mother, orphaned sister .. right?" he said calmly.

Hinata blinks faintly, staring up at him and finally speaks with a shaky voice,"How did.. You know..?"

He stopped, staring at him before letting out a laugh, "I looked your name up on Google" he laughed before continuing, "And also looked into databases. You're sister has a nice family. It would suck if she were orphaned again huh?" he winked suggestively.

Hinata tenses, growling,"Do what you wish to me, but leave her out of this!"

He rolled his eyes, "Don't get so salty. I don't really care about that." He said simply as he began tugging at his boxers.

Hinata tenses, swallowing and glancing away. He truly couldn't stop him, he couldn't even struggle, there would be no point in trying to scold him or yell at him, he'd probably surely cut out his tongue then. He remains silent. He had small bruises around that area too, but nothing too bad.

"Oh. Does someone molest you as well?" he asked casually, his face holding no expression.

Hinata mumbles quietly,"It doesn't matter, not to you anyways."

Charles stared at him boredly, "You're right. I don't really care. I was just curious" he pulled his boxers back up, "Hmmm" he didn't say much else, redressing him.

Hinata blinks, eyeing him. Why was it this guy was waiting on killing him or torturing him more? Oh well, he shouldn't complain, it gives him longer to live.

Charles sighed, picking him up and starting upstairs after cuffing his hands behind his back.

Hinata grunts,"Wh-where are you taking me now, Masky?" Yeah, he was going to call Charles that, since he always wore a mask, and Hinata didn't know his real name.

Charles shrugged and sat Hinata down at his table, "I'm hungry, aren't you?" he asked.

Hinata blinks faintly. He hadn't ate in 2 days.. He slowly nods, eyeing him uncertainly. He was starving, but he didn't trust him. But he'd accept it, none the less.

Charles walked into the kitchen and turned the stove on, cooking up a few eggs and bacon.

Hinata sits in a chair, slowly regaining his ability to move but he chooses not to and instead watches him closely to make sure he doesn't put anything unusual on the food.

Charles glanced back at him, his expression blank, "I assume you're regaining control over basic motor functions. And yet you refuse to move. Either you're suspicious of me, or you've got nowhere else to go. Though honestly, I think it's both" he said calmly, reaching over and turning his radio on. Classical music. It was bittersweet.

Hinata tenses and glances away,"Or perhaps I know if I tried to run at this moment that I'd be hunted down and killed. I'm smarter than I look."

Charles raised an eyebrow, "If you were smart, you would realize that I don't kill people on the first floor. It's against my code. Don't shit where you sleep. An Overseer might get a little curious, snoop around my home." he retorted as he continued cooking.

Hinata falls silent once again, his brown eyes darting over to watch him cook again. He bites his bottom lip as he watches.

Charles finished his cooking and plated the food, setting it in front of Hinata, "Now, just because I don't kill people in my own home... doesn't mean I'll hesitate to beat the living shit out of you, if you decide to try and leave. I will hunt you down, and I will slit your throat, if you do happen to escape that is" he reached back, uncuffing Hinata, "Please. Eat." he said calmly, beginning to eat as well after pulling his mask off once more.

Hinata tenses and shivers. This guy was indeed creepy. He waits until he sees him take the first bite before he quickly eats, obviously seeming to be starving.