The Story of Nakamura

Tw . Sa and Rpe

"Nakamura! The visitors are here." He looks down with an awkward smile on his face, "Sorry about her.. she's always off doing something else.."

"Hello father. And visitors." I smile at them softly, "W-what's the occasion today?"

"Well Nakamura, these lovely men would like to have some time alone with you today. They are paying me quite handsomely for somebody as petite and pretty as you so behave well."

He smiles at me everytime. I know he enjoys to watch through the crack of the door everytime. They somehow never notice but through the tears blurring my vision I can always see his figure.. and him doing things to himself. I wish I could hate him, maybe someday I will.

As I'm walking to the visitors I can see that one looks rather.. different than the usual ones who come here.

He's not an ugly old man like the rest. He looks.. my age. He's avoiding my glance and he almost looks.. disgusted? What the hell is he doing here if he's not paying for me like the rest..

Whatever. Let's just get this over with.

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I'm sure everybody in the neighborhood can hear my cries and begs for help. But of course. They turn a blind eye. Tell me.. what does he do for them to ignore this?

I can feel the tears start coming out and I can hear the gross man groaning as he touches himself to me. Please just shut up.. I don't want to hear this anymore..

My face is wet with tears and my body is wet with their fluids and my own bloodshed. I swear I don't want this.. I never have. I wish somebody would just help me.

I shut my eyes and start to block everything out. Although, it's nearly impossible to block the physical pain out, I can ignore my emotional pain. At least for a little while. Eventually it all comes to me though. I feel the disgust and anguish of the things that I'm put through nearly every night.

They hate when I close my eyes but I don't care. They can beat me and go as hard as they want but I'll never truly give in to their sick fetishes.

Wait. Why did they stop? What's going on?

"Hey. Please.. before I look you in the eyes put this on."

I open my eyes after hearing this strange voice.. it's not my dad.. it's not my brother.. who could this man be? A guard? No way.. they never care about the things that happen in my house..

He's handing me a blanket.. wait.. oh my god.

"W-what did you do?!"

"N-no.. my dad.. he's gonna be angry with me! You have to get out of here, w-whoever you are! You have to leave.. please. He'll do something to you too!!"

"Don't worry. You don't have to worry about him anymore. Just put the blanket on and come with me.."

"Please."

He has a stern voice and his appearance.. he has blood all over him but for some reason I'm not scared.

I put the blanket on and he grabs my hand. Of course I go with him. I can feel myself hesitate a little bit and I'm sure he can too but.. I can hardly take this anymore. Soon enough and I would've done something to myself. I may not be able to trust him but this is my best option right now.

I have to go with him.

I step over the limp bodies, still warm to the touch. I can see that he tried not to make too much of a mess to spare my eyes. I doubt he knows that I've seen far worse but whatever.

We walk out the door and the moon is bright. The light of the moon hits my face and the cold breeze hits my body. It gives me chills.

But anything is better than being in that hell called a house.

The moonlight hits his face too. He's wearing a mask but I can still see the deep scars he bares on his tan skin.

Despite the scars he's actually quite beautiful. I don't know how a man like him could be so violent. Though now isn't the right time to wonder nor acknowledge his beauty.

We start walking. I can feel the cold stones on my bare feet.

I look down and see the faint sight of blood covering them. The town is quiet. That's unusual. It seems nobodies out at night lately because of the killer.

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We arrive at lake Nora, not too far from the village. I can see he has a tent set up. He must live here.

"Excuse me but.. are you even gonna ask who I am or just walk away from your home with some stranger?"

"That's hardly a home."

I say quietly

"I guess you are right. But still. You saw what I did to those men didn't you? I'd expect you to be terrified of me."

He let out a soft laugh and smiled.

"Yes I did. But unfortunately I've seen far worse. And they also didn't have good intentions."

"I am scared of you but for some reason I feel like being with you is better than being stuck in that house."

"What makes you think I have good intentions?"

He pauses and seems to be thinking of something, "Nakamura, was it?

"Y-yes that's my name.. and I guess it's just a hunch."

"Well from what you've told me, Nakamura, I'm sure you've also slept in far worse conditions than a tent. So go ahead and sleep. I'm sure you're tired aren't you?"

"Yes.. thank you."

I'm not sure if I can trust him but whatever. I was planning to exit this world soon anyways.