One Hour Ago…When Asami arrived at

One Hour Ago…

When Asami arrived at the warehouse, Kirishima was following close behind him as they walked to the door. The secretary was talking to someone on his phone and just after they entered the warehouse the person on the other side had finished relating the information the man needed. They were standing before a young man suspended from his wrists by chains. The young man's body was already bloodied and bruised, a testament to Suoh's ministrations. He was sobbing like a child and in some ways that is what he was.

"Did Sumewari get the details out of Akihito?"

"Yes Asami-sama, from how he got taken, to what happened at the house, and…" Kirishima stopped not knowing if it was a good idea to continue talking. His boss was mad enough and this would just make things worse.

"And what? Kirishima, you would do well to remember I don't appreciate things being kept from me."

"Apologies Sir. Takaba told Sumewari what Tatsuba intended to do to him." Asami's eyes narrowed, and the look made everyone in the warehouse shake in fear, the young man hanging from the chains included.

As Kirishima related to Asami in great detail what Tatsuba had planned to do to Akihito, the room got increasingly colder as the man's anger emanated from him like a dam had just broken to let the massive waves destroy everything in their way.

Everyone in the room instinctively and unconsciously took a few steps back. The young man's death was going to be painful and slow because of the sin he had committed against Asami. The ways in which Asami intended to defile and parade the flesh, the most powerful man in Japan enjoyed it so much, it warranted horrors the likes of which the king of hell himself would find sickening.

The sound of screaming and pleading for mercy could be heard from the inside the warehouse. The men stationed outside were glad they did not have to bear witness of their boss's ire toward the young man who dared take the photographer Asami-sama seemed to be so fond of. They all knew Asami did not take kindly to people touching his things, and now everyone on 'Takaba detail,' those who took shifts to follow the boy at a safe distance, had to be present during this 'event' to be reminded of what happens to those who put Takaba in danger.

Kobe, one of the men stationed outside the warehouse hoped the tortured man inside would just go ahead and die. If the man kept screaming this way he was sure to hear those screams every time he closed his eyes for at least the next two months. He was not sure of what happened to the men who allowed the blonde to be kidnapped to begin with, but if it was half as bad as what was happening in there to the one who actually kidnapped Takaba, he just didn't want to know. He was glad however that he had been moved from 'Takaba Detail' to other duties, and thanked God that Sumewari-kun was not the one who had the boss's toy taken from him.

He actually liked the young man because while he was still on Takaba watch, Sumewari had just been assigned as Takaba's personal bodyguard and things had become easier for everyone involved in the physically demanding and draining task of keeping up with the troublesome photographer.

One of the men from inside ran out of the warehouse, his face was devoid of color and his eyes were wide and glossy with sickness. The man bent over the knees not even five feet from the entrance and threw up violently. Yeah, he was glad he did not have to be inside.

****VF****

Asami was wrapped on his comfortable robe, his hair still wet from his shower. He watched his lover go into the bathroom shower after long hours of pleasure and wondered about the closeness between Akihito and Sumewari. 'They are even on first name basis' He thought 'Akihito doesn't even call me or anyone else from my organization by first name. What makes Sumewari so different? And when the hell did that start?' There it was, the green eyed monster clawing at his chest again, Asami had never experienced jealousy with any of his lovers before Akihito and he did not like how it felt.

Thoughts that maybe Sumewari was trying to 'dip his pen in company ink' kept flying around his head and he decided to remove the annoying fly buzzing around

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Một giờ trước đây...Khi Asami đến lúc các nhà kho, Kirishima sau gần phía sau anh ta khi họ đi đến cửa. Bộ trưởng đã nói chuyện với ai đó trên điện thoại của mình và chỉ sau khi họ đi vào các nhà kho người trên mặt khác đã hoàn thành liên quan thông tin người đàn ông cần thiết. Họ đã đứng trước một chàng trai trẻ được treo từ cổ tay của mình bằng dây chuyền. Cơ thể của người đàn ông trẻ đã được bloodied và thâm tím, một di chúc để Nanano của ministrations. Ông sobbing như một đứa trẻ và trong một số cách đó là những gì ông."Sumewari đã nhận được các chi tiết ra khỏi Akihito?""Có Asami-sama, từ làm thế nào ông đã thực hiện, những gì đã xảy ra tại nhà, và..." Kirishima dừng lại không biết nếu nó là một ý tưởng tốt để tiếp tục nói chuyện. Ông chủ của mình đã đủ điên và điều này sẽ chỉ làm cho những điều tồi tệ hơn."Và những gì? Kirishima, bạn sẽ làm tốt để nhớ tôi không đánh giá cao những điều được giữ từ tôi.""Xin lỗi thưa ngài. Takaba nói với Sumewari những gì Tatsuba dự định để làm cho anh ta." Đôi mắt của Asami thu hẹp, và giao diện thực hiện tất cả mọi người trong nhà kho lắc trong sợ hãi, người đàn ông trẻ treo từ dây chuyền bao gồm.Kirishima liên quan đến Asami chi tiết tuyệt vời những gì Tatsuba đã có kế hoạch để làm để Akihito, Phòng đã ngày càng lạnh hơn như là sự tức giận của người đàn ông hơ từ anh ta như một con đập đã hỏng chỉ để cho những con sóng lớn tiêu diệt tất cả mọi thứ theo cách của họ.Everyone in the room instinctively and unconsciously took a few steps back. The young man's death was going to be painful and slow because of the sin he had committed against Asami. The ways in which Asami intended to defile and parade the flesh, the most powerful man in Japan enjoyed it so much, it warranted horrors the likes of which the king of hell himself would find sickening.The sound of screaming and pleading for mercy could be heard from the inside the warehouse. The men stationed outside were glad they did not have to bear witness of their boss's ire toward the young man who dared take the photographer Asami-sama seemed to be so fond of. They all knew Asami did not take kindly to people touching his things, and now everyone on 'Takaba detail,' those who took shifts to follow the boy at a safe distance, had to be present during this 'event' to be reminded of what happens to those who put Takaba in danger.Kobe, one of the men stationed outside the warehouse hoped the tortured man inside would just go ahead and die. If the man kept screaming this way he was sure to hear those screams every time he closed his eyes for at least the next two months. He was not sure of what happened to the men who allowed the blonde to be kidnapped to begin with, but if it was half as bad as what was happening in there to the one who actually kidnapped Takaba, he just didn't want to know. He was glad however that he had been moved from 'Takaba Detail' to other duties, and thanked God that Sumewari-kun was not the one who had the boss's toy taken from him.He actually liked the young man because while he was still on Takaba watch, Sumewari had just been assigned as Takaba's personal bodyguard and things had become easier for everyone involved in the physically demanding and draining task of keeping up with the troublesome photographer.One of the men from inside ran out of the warehouse, his face was devoid of color and his eyes were wide and glossy with sickness. The man bent over the knees not even five feet from the entrance and threw up violently. Yeah, he was glad he did not have to be inside.****VF****Asami was wrapped on his comfortable robe, his hair still wet from his shower. He watched his lover go into the bathroom shower after long hours of pleasure and wondered about the closeness between Akihito and Sumewari. 'They are even on first name basis' He thought 'Akihito doesn't even call me or anyone else from my organization by first name. What makes Sumewari so different? And when the hell did that start?' There it was, the green eyed monster clawing at his chest again, Asami had never experienced jealousy with any of his lovers before Akihito and he did not like how it felt.Thoughts that maybe Sumewari was trying to 'dip his pen in company ink' kept flying around his head and he decided to remove the annoying fly buzzing around