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Dazai was sure that he was losing his mind. He had had to have been locked in this room for nearly three days by now. And he was 100% sure that it was Chuuya that kidnapped him and locked him here. He was thorough. He made sure Dazai had nothing to help get him out. He didn't even have on the clothes he was kidnapped in let alone his bandages. Instead, he was in an oversized sweater with no underwear. He didn't even have socks on.
All he had was the sweater and a bed that had covers. He didn't even have a singular pillow on the bed. It was like he was forbidden to have anything else.
The silence was getting to him. That and the boredom. He had just finished self isolating when he was kidnapped.
He walked over to the door and screamed. He wanted to go home. This wasn't supposed to happen. He predicted nothing like this. He didn't plan at all. And Chuuya, isn't currently in his right state of mind so Dazai currently has no idea how to go about this whole ordeal.
He bangs on the door. Then, he goes to the source of the problem, the door knob. Maybe he can get it off. If he can, then he can possibly get out of this room he'll think of everything else afterwards. He just needs to get out of this room.
He screams and yells and bangs on the door knob, trying to get it off.
"Let me out! Chuuya! Let me out, please?"
After a while of trying and failing, he sits on the floor, in a corner. His knees are pressed against his chest and his head was on his knees. His throat felt tight and his stomach was in knots. Had Chuuya forgotten about him? Had he left him here to slowly die? Did the others even notice that he was missing and not just hiding away?
There was a click, signaling that the door had unlocked. Then, it opened. Dazai couldn't bring himself to look up.
"What did I do this time?" His voice was hoarse but soft. "If you're gonna kidnap be and then pretend as if I don't exist I should at least know why."
Chuuya doesn't say anything. He just, walks over to Dazai and looks down at him for a while. "Look at me."
Something in Dazai told him to obey. That, Chuuya wasn't acting rationally and he shouldn't do anything to piss him off. But, he doesn't. He stays exactly as he is, still as a board, afraid to move.
And that was enough for Chuuya to snap. He grabs Dazai's hair, rough and tight, and forced him to stand up. He then pulls him over to the bed. Sitting down, he lays Dazai across his left leg and uses his right one to trap Dazai's legs. After that, he lets go of his hair and uses his left hand to hold Dazai's hands behind his back. No matter how much Dazai struggled, it was futile. Chuuya was always stronger. He will always be stronger.
"No! Chuuya stop! Just let me go!"
Smack.
Chuuya smacks Dazai's bare ass, hard. Extremely hard. So hard, the first hit earned him a sob and instant teary eyes. A loud one. And embarrassingly loud one. Yeah, Dazai would never recover from this.
The hit had stunned Dazai's fight away.
Smack.
The second hit had the tears streaming down Dazai's face.
Smack.
He lets out another sob, choked out this time. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move, he couldn't even think. All he felt was pain and fear.
Then, the hits came repeatedly, no short breaks or anything. One right after the other.
His chest was tight, he felt like he was about to vomit, and he now really had to pee. Throwing up was optional, peeing was not. He refused to piss himself.
As the spanking continued, his ass felt hotter with each hit, his screams got louder, his crying got violent, and the urge to pee was somehow the worst part of it all.
"I'M SORRY!!!" Was the first thing he could force himself to say. And with the way Chuuya immediately stopped, it was exactly what he was waiting for. "I'm sorry!" He cries. "I'm sorry." His voice got quiet as his bladder loses the battle and he pees on Chuuya's leg like a dog. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The words were on repeat. He could say anything else. No other words would come out. He couldn't think.
Chuuya doesn't hit him more or yell at him. Instead, he maneuvers Dazai onto the bed without getting any of the pee on him.
"You'll eat and bathe tomorrow if you behave. I'll clean up the piss on the floor tomorrow as well. Maybe staying here with the stench of piss will teach you a lesson."
He gets up without another word and leaves the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
Dazai doesn't dare to move. He lays exactly as he was positioned and continues to cry.
He wants to go home.
Dazai wasn't sure how long he had slept. He had cried himself to sleep shortly after Chuuya left him.
Now, Chuuya is back in the room, cleaning the dried up pee.
He doesn't move. He just, watches Chuuya. He doesn't speak until Chuuya moves to leave. "What did I do wrong?" His voice was soft, almost unheard. "Why are y-you doing this?"
Chuuya glances back, not even bothering to look at him. "I've grown to hate who you are. So, I'm taking it upon myself to change who you are as a person. I'll mold you into someone new. Even if I have to break you over and over again."
"Fuck you. Fuck you. Kidnapping me and doing all of this, because you hate me now. Wow. Real mature Chuuya."
Chuuya turns around and walks to Dazai.
Despite the pain in his ass, he sits up and tries to move away. But Chuuya is quick.
He grabs Dazai's hair and slaps him across the face, hard. "Do you want another punishment?"
Dazai pales as he ignores the tears in his eyes. He shakes his head.
Chuuya slaps him again. "Words."
"No." The tears fall and he's helpless to stop them. "Please? I'm sorry. Please don't spank me again." Because he doesn't think his ass could take another spanking so soon. "I'm sorry."
Chuuya lets go of his hair. "We'll try for food and a bath tomorrow. You haven't earned it yet." He leaves the room once more, closing and locking the door behind him.