#i went a bit overboard tbh but i had funnn

[winewinebloodwine]

[Meanwhile, at the Port mafia, Chuuya stares.

((Tw: torture, dissaciociation, implied forced drug use, mori being an absolute asshole, muzzle, shock collar, electrocution, chained up, needles))

Hes chained to a wall right now, in one of the few torture rooms that aren't technically Mafia property, so much as they are the Boss's property.

Hes strung up by his arms, legs and throat, thick shackles smeared with Dazais blood on the inside to keep him more complacent. They leave him dangling just a bit above the ground, something Chuuya hates but it's better than when he's forced to kneel. He can faintly feel his hands right now, which I'd not the usual, as normally the many injections and too tight cuffs stop that. However Chuuya can't bring himself to think about anything right now, yhe dread curdling his stomach without any fight or denial.

There's a static sound in his head, so loud it feels like his ears are being pierced by knives, and sharp foam. His head feels like it's full of molasses and honey, sticky and slow. The red heads tounge is heavy like lead in his mouth, his jaw kept clamped tight by a muzzle. Chuuya can barely think right now, his whole body feeling like a mesh of pain, heaviness and far too slow. He can feel some medical needles still in his skin, the Boss not bothering to take them all out. Some have fallen already.

The usual buzz of Arahabaki, a simultaneous fear and comfort, for all that it's been with him as long as he can remember, and yet reminds him- taunts him of power he can't use- Of broken promises- is gone from him. Another perk of the blood on the shackles, though Chuuya truly doesn't understand why it's being wasted on him right now.

He does he does he does and he hates

His skin feels like it's being crawled on by hundreds of ants ans wasps right now. Chuuya truly and honestly wouldn't be suprised- it wouldn't be the first time the boss had done such things to him. His eyes were heavy and blurred, from tears that'd already long run out. He keeps them on the corners though, and the shadows shifting and twisting. He doesn't feel safe right now, and he can't remember where the boss had gone yet. He could be anywhere. So chuuya doesn't look down.

His mind feels foggy, and the red head hates it.

There's a steady stream of blood falling from his ribs, where long, superficial, cuts had been made again and again and again with the fuckijg scalpel. He can feel the blood dripping around, and if he bothered to try he could probably hear it hitting the floor. He doesn't try.

The cuffs dig into his skin, matching the muzzle cutting into his skin. Chuuya almost wants to laugh. He really, really wants to cry.

He hates it when boss tries to use the muzzle, and the matching shock collar.

The man had once said something about showing Chuuya why being a "Dog" was such a bad thing, and Chuuya hated it

He didn't want to lose more of Dazai, that nickname was practically tattooed on his heart

His eyes dart ro another corner, feeling puffy and dry too.

As soon as Chuuya registers that feeling- there's an almost burning sensation in his chest. Chuuyas confused for a few moments. He doesnt- remember the Boss doing any burning. Not that it's that unusual, but normally the burned flesh smell would also remind him. Then Chuuya realizes.

'Right. Breathing'

He takes a breathe, a gasp more correctly, feeling himself rattle the chains a bit as he tries to get his breath back. As soon as he does, a shock comes from the collar, arching down his spine and burning at his skin all around his neck. He continues breathing for now, ignoring it other than his slight lean forward.

Now that he's remembered to breath, his throat hurts too, from lack of water and the stale air.

As he tries to regain his bearings, he hears a click. Instantly, he stiffens. His body can't decide between trying to curl up or staying as still as physically possible.

The boss walks in, and Chuuya watches him carefully. He's in his white coat, which is bad for Chuuya. In one hand he's got a thing full of nails.

Chuuya feels his head shake slightly, the muzzle adding weight to make the chains shake and the shock becomes worse.

He doesn't cry and doesn't even try to make a noise.

The boss smiles.

Chuuya wants to cry. He wants to go home.]

[Chuuya hums a bit, still mostly focused on trying to breath. He nods though, absently agreeing. He tilted his head a bit, seeming to be silently wondering if dazai had gotten it all or not, before sighing a bit. His grip around Dazais wrist is iron strong, if a bit loose.]

[@long-death-dazai contining the other one here!]