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🗓️ Friday | February 24, 200X
🕛 15:20 | Madara's home
I stepped through the door and took off my shoes.
"Haruko, you're here early today," Madara remarked from his desk, where he was immersed in paperwork.
"Yes, I had a short day at work; it's Friday. What about you?" I walked toward him and gently stroked his shoulders.
"I'm going to be busy until tonight. At the moment, I had a spare hour to drive home." He voices, engrossed in his work.
"What are you doing?" I leaned on the table and propped my cheek.
"As usual, covering my brother's ass, he didn't do a good job with the investigation paperwork..." He sighs.
"You're so accommodating... your brother must be so proud of you. I don't know him yet. I remember you told me his name was Izuna." I commented.
"Yeah. I hope you will later on. I'll introduce you to each other sometime." He convinced.
"That would be great!" I winked at him. "As always, you're such a devoted workman. Mmm, too bad you're at work until tonight." I pouted my lips.
"Why?" he asked, lifting his gaze to me, looking curious.
"Hey, Madara, guess what! I met my classmate today." I cheered up and rose. "She came to the bank for some financial matters. And then she invited me to a party tonight. I'm surprised that she's in Osaka now, too. We were close friends in high school. I was hoping that you could join me."
He shook his head. "No, I won't be able to get away from work...There's so much to do today. But if I can get away before then, I'll come to your place," he quickly gathered all the documents into a folder.
"Are you sure you should go there, babe?" He glanced at me suspiciously.
"I promised her," I murmured.
"It can be dangerous. You are in a city you don't know... This is not Tokyo Haruko." He crossed his arms, showing concern.
"Oh, don't worry, Madara. I don't think so." I waved my hand at him reassuringly.
He persisted. "You're too naive. Don't be so reckless."
"UGH! Madara, stop it!" I hissed. "I'll leave you my friend's phone number and address if that makes you less anxious. Maybe I'll send you the GPS coordinates, too. Give me a break!"
He rolled his eyes and ranted. "Cripes! You're too stubborn."
"Your attempt to control me is not appropriate. I am not a child, nor am I a toy. The fact that we fuck doesn't grant you control over me!" I snapped.
"Shitting Hell! Where did I say that? Do not present your opinions as mine because they are utterly inaccurate!" Uchiha barked.
"Tch! Whatever," I muttered, waving him off while gritting my teeth.
"My assurance is that you don't want to know what cases I'm investigating, and I don't want you to be part of one. That's all I'm trying to convey and warn you about," Madara said, casting an annoyed glance at me.
"Have a good day at work. I will send all the information to your messenger." I replied, scowling coldly, and went to my room, slamming the door behind me.
"Blimey! What a hothead!" Madara exclaimed, his jaw clenched in anger.
I only enjoy your fiery nature when we're in bed, he thought to himself irritably. However, Haruko is right; I am not entitled to control her. He let out a long exhale. Maybe I'm overly paranoid, but I can't shake this uneasy feeling. Something is off about it.
🕛 15:30 | Ten minutes later
I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe I was too harsh on him. Shit! Sometimes, it's easy to tick me off, especially if someone tries to control me. I guess it's all because of my parents. I can be so goofy sometimes. I should apologize to him before he leaves for work. I heard the engine of the car outside. I quickly got up and glanced out the window, but it was too late: he was already pulling away. I frowned and dove back into bed.
I heard a beep on my phone and hurriedly grabbed it from the nightstand. A new text notification had come in.
Madara, 15:30: No worries, I'm not mad at you. Just be careful and send all the details to me.
I flashed a grin at his message. Hell... How does he always know what's on my mind? Am I that easy to read? God! These cops can see right through people... I pondered, amazed.
Haruko, 15:31: Sorry baby...It's not uncommon for me to be a hothead. 👿
Madara, 15:31: At this point, I'm aware of it. The only time I want you to act like this is when we fuck.
Haruko, 15:31: I made a mistake, Madara; I'll let you do whatever you want with me later 🤭🤫
Madara, 15:31: I was joking. However, I will keep in mind your offer soon, Haruko.
Haruko, 15:31: What a joker you are. 🤥 Liar 😈
Madara, 15:31: OK, you figured me out, I meant what I said.
Haruko, 15:31: *Sending a photo. WASTED*
Madara, 15:31: That was a fun meme, great move, Haruko 🤣
Haruko, 15:31: I know, right? 😏🔥 I got you, bad boy.
Haruko, 15:32: OK, here is the address. 📍 Moon Bear, 2-19-8 Rivet Bldg. 1F, Chuo, Osaka 589-0044 Osaka Prefecture
Madara, 15:32: Done. If anything happens, call me.
Haruko, 15:32: I will meet her at 21:00. Her name is Ausil Milani
Madara, 15:32: Does your classmate have Italian ancestry?
Haruko, 15:32: It's true, she's half Japanese and half Italian. 🇮🇹 🇯🇵
Madara, 15:32: Interesting...
Madara, 15:32: See you later. Have fun, sweetheart. Just don't drink too much...🍷
Haruko, 15:32: 🤫 Don't...
Madara, 15:32: OK, OK, hothead. 💣
Haruko, 15:32: My handsome, have a great day. 🚨❤️
*Sending a photo. MY LOVER, MY COP, MY HERO*
It has been 1.5 hours since the party and the meeting began | at 22:30
After that fateful night, when the liquid courage had caused Haruko to behave foolishly at a work party, she made a vow only to consume juice. The sweet, tangy flavors of apple and orange danced on her tongue as she sipped from the tall glass, determined to stay true to her promise. Each sip felt like a refreshing cleanse, washing away the remnants of that embarrassing incident. No more would she succumb to the lure of alcohol's false confidence. From now on, she will stick to the pure and wholesome nourishment of juice.
As time passed, Haruko's illusions about her classmate began to dissipate. She had not changed for the better, and it was becoming increasingly obvious. Their conversations were limited to surface-level topics, revolving around her new job as a hostess and some vague business venture she was involved in. Despite having been at the party for nearly two hours, Haruko couldn't help but feel the overwhelming urge to leave and escape from the shallow and unsatisfying interaction.
The club pulsed with thumping music and flashing lights, engulfing those on the dance floor in a euphoric haze. Amidst the chaos, Haruko's thoughts were consumed by unease. She couldn't shake the feeling that she shouldn't have come here, especially now as she struggled to hear her classmate over the deafening beats. When offered a cigarette, she politely declined, attempting to maintain some sense of control amidst the chaos. But her choice was met with disdain from a woman who reeked of arrogance and possibly something else entirely. "God baby, you're so boring," she scoffed, leaning in close. "Where's your sense of fun? Maybe I could help you relax." Haruko shivered at the suggestion, wondering if this was the type of environment she should be in.
Ausil glanced over at his classmate, Haruko, and a sly smile spread across his face. "Hey, check out this chick I brought with me," she boasted to her friends. The other two men let out a low chuckle, their eyes filled with desire. Haruko tensed up at the sudden attention and excused herself, "Sorry, I have to go." But Ausil was not ready to let her slip away so easily. "Come on, it's only 22:30. Where's the rush?" She urged, reaching for her arm. Haruko pulled away and made her way toward the door, feeling uneasy about the situation. "Wait, let's have a drink to celebrate our reunion!" one of the men called out, pushing a drink towards Haruko. In the commotion, the glass tipped over and spilled onto the table. "Oops, my apologies," the man said insincerely as he reached for a towel to clean up the mess. Meanwhile, the other man had slyly slipped a drug pill into Haruko's juice without anyone noticing.
Haruko rolled her eyes, visibly annoyed by Ausil's request for just 5 more minutes. "Fine, but then I'm leaving," she retorted with a sigh.
The substance they had used was known as Gamma hydroxybutyrate, which is commonly referred to as a rape drug due to its nefarious use in sexual assaults. Another term for this substance is sodium oxybate. Due to its muscle-relaxing and memory-altering properties, GHB has been used by attackers to incapacitate their victims or make them unable to resist assault, complicating the investigation process. Its effects were swift and powerful, causing drowsiness and dizziness within moments of ingestion. The victim's stomach would churn with nausea and they may experience bouts of vomiting before their vision is distorted and blurred. But the true danger of GHB lay in its ability to render someone unconscious, leaving them vulnerable and defenseless against any predator. Some unfortunate souls would even slip into a deep coma under the influence of this dangerous substance. It was a weapon of choice for those seeking to harm others, a dark and deadly tool that left its victims in a state of helplessness and fear.
After just 15 minutes, something seemed off. The world began to spin and blur, causing her to feel lightheaded and disoriented. Panic began to set in as she realized she needed to use the bathroom immediately. "Need help?" a kind voice offered. "I'll take you there." The stranger's concern was genuine but she politely declined, determined to make it on her own.
"Screw it, I only took a small sip of this stuff... I didn't consume too much, so it shouldn't have a major impact on me... But still, it seems it does..." Haruko's thoughts were fuzzy.
As she stumbled towards the bathroom, she fumbled for her phone and dialed Madara in a desperate plea for help.
📞"Oh hey, yes, I am listening, babe?" he answered with concern evident in his voice.
"Madara, take me away from here..." she slurred, barely able to form coherent words.
📞"Hey Haruko... What exactly is going on? Hello? - "
But before she could finish, the line went dead. Madara's worry grew as he tried calling back with no answer.
Panic surged through his mind as he questioned the chaotic scene unfolding before him. "What was happening?" He didn't have time to contemplate, he needed to hurry. His thoughts were consumed by the never-ending cases he faced daily at work, and he dreaded the thought of Haruko becoming another statistic. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath as he tried to push aside the overwhelming anxiety.
I was angry and frustrated with Haruko for not listening to me. I had warned her that going there was a mistake, but she never listened. Yet, at the same time, I couldn't help but feel guilty for not being able to protect her from the consequences of our reckless decision. It was a constant battle between anger and regret within me.
Without hesitation, he rushed out of the office and towards the address she had left him for her classmates' party. Time was of the essence as he raced against an unknown danger looming over his beloved partner.
A sharp jolt of panic shot through her as the mobile signal suddenly went off and the battery icon flashed red. Her breath caught in her throat as she opened the door, willing her phone to stay alive just a little longer. "Oh, no..." she whispered, feeling a surge of frustration and fear rise within her.
As she struggled to keep moving forward, a stranger's voice broke through her haze of worry. "Hey," he muttered, concern lacing his words. "You okay?"
She lifted her gaze slowly to meet his concerned eyes, blinking away the blur that threatened to consume her vision. For a moment, she could only stare at him, wondering who he was and how he had found her in this state.
Then, with a sudden burst of clarity, she remembered stumbling and nearly falling. The memories were fuzzy and fragmented, but she could still hear the sound of giggles echoing in her mind. "No...I'm not okay," she admitted with a shaky breath. "I...I don't feel well."
The stranger's face softened in understanding as he took a step closer to her. "Let me help you," he offered gently.
But before he could reach her, she felt herself losing consciousness. Panic surged through her as she realized what was happening. "Shit," she cursed under her breath before everything went black.
Their sinister laughter reverberated off the walls as they sneered, "You'll be just fine, darling. Our hands are skilled at taking care of our guests." With a tight grip on her arms, they dragged her away, leaving her to wonder what horrors awaited in their twisted care.
5 min after
My eyelids fluttered open, my vision hazy as I struggled to make sense of my surroundings. I was in a dimly lit bedroom, the walls adorned with dark tapestries and strange symbols. My ear caught a faint noise, like muffled voices coming from another room. My heart started racing as I heard a voice speaking menacingly, causing fear to course through my veins.
"What do you want to do to her?" the voice demanded. "Are you crazy? Do you want to go to jail?"
My mind struggled to make sense of what was happening as I realized there were others in the room with me. I tried to move, but my limbs felt numb and uncooperative. Panic set in as I heard the chilling words, "She's dozing off; she won't remember anything when she wakes up. That's how this narcotic works."
"Do you have any idea how much of that juice she gulped down? How can you possibly guarantee it will have the intended effect on her?"
"Stop being such a spineless coward and make it happen."
With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I remembered Madara's warning. As the door creaked open, all I could do was think. Think about how Madara had warned me about this place, about the dangers that lurked within its walls. But it was too late now. All I could do was lay there, completely vulnerable and at the mercy of these unknown assailants. The sound of footsteps approached me, and I could feel their presence looming over me. Fear consumed me as I tried to scream for help, but no sound escaped my lips. My thoughts raced as I wondered what was going on and what these strangers planned to do to me.
My mind swirled with thoughts and emotions as I prayed for someone to come save me from this nightmare. But all I could do was think and wait for whatever horrors awaited me next.
I felt someone touch my body and hot tears began streaming down my face. "No...please no...I can't be raped..." But there was nothing I could do. My body was completely unresponsive, under the influence of whatever drug they had given me.
The rush of never-ending thoughts filled my mind, a cacophony of fear and despair. "How had things turned out like this?" All I could do was lay there and pray for it to be over soon.
One of them loomed over me, his hot breath reeking of alcohol. I gasped and attempted to push him away, but my body felt weak and unresponsive. "Please back off," I managed to squeak out. His grip on my face tightened as his other hand slid down to my waist. Despite not being physically restrained, my limbs felt heavy and useless. "Shh," he cooed, "Just relax and enjoy the process, girl." The stench of sweat and alcohol filled my nostrils as he leaned in closer, his intentions becoming increasingly clear.
His hands groped at my breasts like a ravenous animal, leaving bruises and a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. His words slurred out of his mouth, laced with the stench of alcohol. "You're such a sexy chick," he sneered, "be a good girl, and I won't hurt you."
My body felt numb, and my mind was unable to comprehend the horror unfolding before me. I was nothing more than a helpless puppet, controlled by this twisted monster.
I mustered up the courage to speak to him, my voice trembling with fear. "Why...why are you doing this?" I managed to mutter.
But his only response was a cruel laugh. "Because I want to," he jeered. "Forcing someone into submission and seeing them vulnerable is my sick pleasure."
I could feel the anger boiling inside of me at the revelation that this twisted monster had likely done this before. How many other innocent girls had suffered at his hands?
My heart pounded in fear as I struggled against my own body's immobility. He started to unbuckle his belt.
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Madara's heart raced as he frantically dialed Haruko's number but to no avail. No signal. Her phone battery had died. Guilt wracked through him. He should have been there for her. With a heavy heart, he parked his car and rushed to the designated meeting spot. As he made his way through the crowded streets, he could feel the tension building inside him.
"Excuse me," Madara asked a passerby, "Are you a classmate of Haruko? Do you know where she is?" The person only shrugged in response, clearly too drunk to even comprehend the question. Madara felt a surge of anger and worry wash over him.
💭 Madara's thoughts: Stepping into the dimly lit club, I was immediately hit with a wave of sights and sounds that assaulted my senses. Strippers gyrated on stage, their bodies glistening with sweat as they seduced the crowd with their moves. The air was thick with the pungent smell of drugs and alcohol, a heady combination that lingered in every corner of the room. People from all walks of life mingled together, some dressed to the nines and others looking more disheveled and desperate. As my eyes swept over the scene, a surge of nauseating memories flooded my mind, each one a painful reminder of the dark and twisted underbelly that existed beneath the glitz and glamour. It was like being dragged back into a nightmare filled with gritty investigations and unsavory characters lurking in every shadow. This world may look glamorous from the outside, but I knew all too well the rotting core that lay just out of sight.
"Hey there," he panted to the first person he saw in this club. "Are you a classmate of Haruko? Where is she?" The person hiccupped and swayed, clearly intoxicated. "Oh, she's having a great time with two guys upstairs," they slurred and giggled.
Madara's jaw dropped in shock. "What? No, she wouldn't do that." He pushed past them and made his way up the stairs, ignoring the drunken antics around him.
A young man appeared in front of him, blocking his path. "You're not supposed to go up there," he sneered.
"Fuck off!" Without hesitation, Madara shoved him aside. The guy stumbled backward and fell to the ground like a discarded toy. Madara continued up the stairs, determined to find Haruko and make sure she was safe.
"Get the fuck out of my face, creep," Haruko screamed, gasping for breath as she struggled against the man sitting on top of her. She could feel his hot breath on her face and the weight of his body crushing her. He leaned in for a kiss, but Haruko responded by biting his lower lip, drawing blood, and causing the man to hiss in pain.
"What the hell...you bitch!" the rapist exclaimed.
"Ahh! Stop this..." she managed to say before he slapped her across the cheek. The sting was sharp and fiery, causing her to cry out in pain. But even with all her strength, she couldn't push him off or break free from his grip.
The drug he had given her had made her limbs weak and her mind foggy, but it was wearing off too quickly. He was still strong and overpowering, and she could feel his hands tightening around her wrists as she struggled. Just as she thought Haruko couldn't hold on any longer, there was a loud noise at the door. Madara burst into the room, his eyes blazing with anger and concern as he saw Haruko pinned down by the man.
"Madara!" she cried out, relief flooding through her at the sight of him. "Help!"
Without hesitation, Madara charged towards them, using all his strength to pull the man off of Haruko. There was a momentary struggle before he managed to throw the man across the room. Haruko scrambled up from the ground, tears streaming down her face as she clung to Madara.
"Shh...Baby, It's okay," he whispered soothingly, wrapping his arms protectively around her. "I'm here now."
A guttural growl escapes Madara's lips as he sees the bruises forming on Haruko's face. His hands clench into fists, trembling with rage as he imagines the pain she must be feeling. "That son of a bitch," he snarls, his voice dripping with venom. "This dickhead bit your lip and slapped you. I'm going to kill him. I'll make sure he won't be able to walk in a straight line."
He leans in close to her, gently brushing his fingers over her tender skin, but underneath there is a fire burning within him.
"Haruko, I won't rest until this bastard suffers for his heinous acts against you...Every moment of pain and terror he intended to inflict upon you will be returned to him tenfold until he begs for mercy that will never come. I am gonna make sure he suffers." He promises, his eyes blazing with an intense fury that could only be quenched by revenge.
Haruko's clothes were disheveled and her stockings were ripped, but it was a relief to know that the men who had approached her did not have the opportunity to assault her because Madara got there on time. One of the men seemed hesitant and did not encourage his friend's intentions. Uchiha's expression was filled with rage, a side of him that she had never seen before. It was the kind of madness that Madara warned her about, and it sent shivers down her spine.
The tension in the air is palpable as Haruko stands by, her eyes trained on me with unwavering support. My hands tighten into fists as I prepare to face those despicable creatures. "Don't watch," I warn her through gritted teeth, knowing what's about to come will be brutal and bloody. But I won't back down. They will pay for their sins..."
Rage burns through my veins like liquid fire as I confront the man who dared to touch my woman. When I saw this motherfucker touch her, his filthy hands left trails of slime on her skin, and my vision blurred with rage. I kick him in the stomach, feeling satisfaction when he crumples to the ground like a ragdoll. I lunged at him and delivered a swift kick to his gut, relishing in the crunch of his ribs under my foot. He stumbled back, barely able to stand from his drunken stupor. But that wouldn't be enough punishment for this scumbag.
I pinned him against the wall, gripping his head with one hand as I whacked it against the hard surface over and over again. Blood splattered everywhere, painting the walls in a sickening shade of red. He begged for mercy through his bloody mouth, but I didn't listen. All I can see is red. Instead, I smirked as I continued to inflict pain upon him brutally.
"Why don't you fight back, you coward?" I taunted between punches. But he was too weak to resist. Just like all the other helpless victims that had crossed my path. "Are you only capable of beating women, you scum?"
The other man stood frozen in shock at the sudden outburst of violence. But I didn't care. My focus was solely on this pathetic excuse for a human being who dared to lay a hand on my girl.
As he lay on the ground, writhing in agony, I leaned down close to his face and asked with dark amusement, "Any last words, you worthless piece of shit?"
"F...Fuck you..." His reply was a garbled curse followed by a spray of blood as I smashed my fist into his already mangled face. "Bad answer," I sneered, enjoying every moment of his suffering.
I stomped my boot down on his face. As he convulses and writhes beneath my sole, I remain unmoved. I grind my heel into his features, reveling in the satisfying crunch of bones and tissue. My voice drips with venom as I spit out my words, eyes flashing with malice.
"Does it please you, you despicable excuse for a human? Or do you crave even more intense pain?"
But it wasn't enough. Not nearly close to the pain and humiliation he deserved. And so I pulled out my gun from its holster and aimed it directly at him with cold determination.
"You should have stayed away from Haruko. I will smash anyone who threatens my lassie into a pulp. When others dare touch what is mine, I am consumed with an uncontrollable rage, leaving my mind in an evil haze. All I can feel is a burning fury inside me. Funny how things can escalate so quickly," I chuckled darkly as he stared up at me with fear-filled eyes.
Spittle flew from the wimp's trembling lips as he slurred, "You're crazy, psycho." But I only grinned, merciless glee coursing through my veins. "I am your worst nightmare," I growled with a cold, bloodthirsty grin. "You're nothing but trash to me," I admitted with a chilling calmness, relishing every second of his terror.
The room was a chaotic hellscape, strewn with debris and smeared with fresh blood that dripped in thick rivulets down the walls. A shattered table lay in pieces, the only recognizable object amidst the carnage. As Madara stood amid this violence, his finger on the trigger of the gun pointed at his enemy's head, he couldn't help but wonder whether he would have the courage to pull the trigger. He could almost feel the weight of another person's existence resting on his shoulders, their fate hanging in the balance. The gravity of the situation was not lost on him, and he couldn't help but wonder how different things would be from now on.
