by Tristan Vick
Terajima pulled back and swung the bat again, this time hitting Kevin in the gut. Unable to break free of his attackers as they held him up against the wall, Kevin yelped out in pain. Saeko struggled against the two guys holding her back and yelled, “Stop it! Leave him alone.”
Terajima shot her a cold glance from over his shoulder. “You wait your turn, whore. When I’m done with this American piece of shit, I’ll teach you a lesson in humility as well.”
“Hey, asshole!” Kevin shouted, getting Terajima’s attention. “Why don’t you focus on me, you Yakuza-wannabe-punk-ass-bitch!” Kevin head-butted Terajima right in his already black and blue face, causing him to drop the bat as he winced in pain. Saeko laughed out loud at the sight, but this only seemed to infuriate Terajima even further.
His lips curling up into a bent and distorted grin, Terajima brushed his bleached hair from his eyes. With Kevin pressed back down, with nothing but his bare fists, Terajima began to go to town on Kevin’s rib cage.
After giving him a thorough thrashing, Terajima waved his hand and his two hooligans tossed Kevin to the ground. Kevin landed on his hands and knees, coughing and hacking up blood-laced spit.
Looking over at Saeko with a hard scowl and a burning rage filling his eyes, Terajima’s words dripped with disdain. “You’re next.”
Saeko spat at him and yelled, “Why don’t you crawl up your own ass and die, you fucking dick-eater!”
Terajima smiled, wiped her spittle of his face and onto his fingers, then sucked it off with a grotesque slurping sound that revealed he took way too much pleasure in it. This made her feel sick to her stomach.
“Hold her down,” Terajima barked as he began to unfasten his belt. His henchmen did as they were told. Holding her arms and legs, the gang members pinned Saeko up against the wall.
“What are you going to do?” Saeko asked, growing uneasy.
“Like I said, I’m going to teach you a lesson in humility.”
Kevin looked up with worried eyes and grumbled, “You lay a finger on her and I swear to God I’ll kill you!”
Abruptly, Terajima turned around and kicked Kevin in the head so hard it knocked him out cold. Kevin’s head hit the concrete with a smack so loud it caused Saeko to scream in fright.
Shooting Saeko a sinister grin, Terajima said, “No more interruptions.” He tore off her sweater top and tossed it to the ground. Grabbing her white button-up collared shirt with his hands, he tore it open from the neck, buttons pinging off the pavement as they flew off, and then pulled it down around her shoulders to reveal the soft skin of her shoulders, neck, and chest.
Unable to do anything, and with her chest exposed, Saeko began to cry. She knew that Terajima wasn’t going to stop. Not until he had his fill of her.
8
Assaulted
Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan
“Hold her down tight!” Terajima barked. His gang obeyed his command and held Saeko up against the wall for him to molest. Terajima bit at the air and laughed when Saeko recoiled from him. Grabbing her chest, Terajima cupped his hands around her black brassiere and squeezed her breasts hard. Saeko winced from the pain, but this only seemed to excite him even more, and then, like the snake he was, he tore down her bra, exposing her dark purple nipples and started kissing her bare chest.
“You sick fucking psycho!” Saeko screamed. “You had better kill me, ‘cause I swear to God, if you so much as—”
Saeko’s head jolted back as her cheek caught the harsh sting of Terajima’s open-handed slap. Looking back up, her head reeling and her face throbbing, she caught another right hook—only this one stung twice as badly as the first. Rubbing her tongue around in her mouth, she felt the coppery taste of blood. Spitting blood-laced saliva onto the ground, she looked back up and stared defiantly back at her attacker. “Satisfied?”
“No. But I will be,” Terajima said, getting back to unfastening his belt. “Hold her against the wall,” he ordered, while his goons laughed and jeered as Saeko struggled, with little hope of breaking free.
Terajima finished taking off his belt and wrapped it around Saeko’s head, making sure he cinched it tight across her lips so she couldn’t scream. “Open your mouth again, you stupid bitch, and I’ll cut out your tongue,” Terajima threatened with a disturbing sort of sadistic exhilaration. He added, “Baby, it will all be a lot less painful for you if you give up now and stop fighting me. Let me have my way with you, and you can leave here without a further scratch on you. Resist, and I’ll make you wish you were never born.”
That’s when Saeko realized she was about to be raped and she braced herself for the fight of her life.
Reading the look of defiance written on her face, Terajima ran his hands down her trembling body and licked his lips. He took great pleasure in tormenting her with his uninvited touch. “Good,” he said as she continued to defiantly resist him. “I wouldn’t want you to be too easy. After all, I couldn’t very well brag about breaking in a girl who just bends over for every guy she happens across, now could I?”
She wanted to say drop dead, scumbag, but the gag made it impossible to say anything at all. Feeling her skin prickle under his fingertips, along with the shudder of her body reacting in revulsion to his unwelcome touch, Saeko pressed her knees and thighs so tightly together it would require a crowbar to crack her open.
Terajima pulled her skirt down around her ankles.
Saeko screamed vehemently into her gag, but her screams couldn’t be heard above the taunts and cheers of Terajima’s sinister audience of rapist-aiding pricks. These were the exact sort of men Saeko despised—the ones who viewed women as pieces of meat, to be jeered at, catcalled, and wolf-whistled at. These brainless cowards with no integrity to speak of, the ones who treated women like they were inferior, who walked over them, used and abused them, instead of respecting women and honoring the fact that they were people with feelings, emotions, and hopes and desires, the same as them. These were the men who could fuck themselves and choke to death on their own goddamn cocks, for all she cared.
Terajima slowly grasped the top of her panties, the corners of his lips curling into a debauched grin ripe with licentious cravings. The more she resisted, the more he’d be forced to punish her. Soon enough her protests would weaken and she’d cease her fight, and after her fearful trembling died down and her bleeding finally stopped, she’d finally submit to his authority over her—whether she wanted to or not.
9
Close Encounters of
the Grotesque Kind
Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan
“RUGHHH!!!” A loud moan broke out from up the street, shattering the excruciating tension of Saeko’s bleak predicament. Another immediately followed it, distracting the group of would-be rapists and disrupting Terajima’s focus.
Terajima rolled his eyes at the inconvenience of the interruption. “What now?!” he griped.
He thought that might be his only chance to break Saeko Sakaguchi, and he wasn’t about to let anything interrupt him achieving his goal of defiling her. Conquering her would be proof that he could conquer anyone or anything. He’d finally be worthy to inherit his rightful place at his father’s side, and together they’d rule the vast criminal empire of Tokyo’s dark underbelly.
Everyone but Kevin, who still lay unconscious on the cold pavement, turned and looked up the street at the dark figure standing on the crest of the hill. The sun had almost died out completely, but there was just enough light to let them see the silhouette of a man standing at the top of the street.
“Fuck off!” Terajima shouted. “We’re in the middle of something here.”
“Rughhh!” the man replied with another moan. The moan was gut-wrenching and deep, as if he was sick or something.
Picking up the baseball bat, Terajima raised it and pointed it at the man, “This is the last time I’m warning you. Get lost or I’ll bash your dumb skull in, ass-hat!”
“RUGHHH!” the man moaned again,
only louder this time. Suddenly, he staggered forward a couple of steps. His gait was awkward, as if he were smashed, out-of-his-mind drunk. Terajima just stared at the man menacingly as he lurched toward them.
Saeko squirmed and kicked, trying to cause a big enough ruckus to let the stranger know that she needed help. She mumbled into her gag, but her voice was muffled, so all she could do was make stupid animal sounds.
“Forget him, man,” one of Terajima’s friends said, bringing his attention back to the task at hand. “He’s just a stupid ole drunk.”
“Right,” Terajima replied, turning his attention back toward Saeko. Using the handle of the baseball bat as a phallic probe, he pressed it hard into the crotch of her panties. She squeaked in pain.
Saeko squirmed even more vigorously this time as she tried to shake off his grimy molestation, but he merely reached around and squeezed her ass with a lecherous grope. Whispering into her ear, he said, “Next I’ll shove the whole fucking thing up into you.”
Saeko screamed into her cheeks, which fumed red hot with an unbridled rage. She’d kill him for this. She swore it.
Terajima grabbed her face with his hand, pulling her back when she tried to break free, and made sure she looked into his eyes. He wanted her to know how much pleasure he was going to take in having his way with her, ravaging her, breaking her.
Suddenly, the drunk was standing just over his shoulder, making smacking noises with his mouth. “Look, shit-drip, I thought I told you to get lost,” Terajima said, gripping the bat and slamming it into his open palm, as if to imply the drunk had it coming.
Spinning around, Terajima came face to face with sheer horror itself. The pit of his stomach dropped out like a lead weight crashing to the ground. As he gazed into the creature’s inhuman eyes, he thought to himself: This isn’t any man. This is something else.
10
Just Desserts
Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan
The stranger’s eyes were glossed over with an unnatural white film. His skin was a pale yellow, sickly looking, and peeling off in large, uneven patches. He had lacerations on his neck and dried blood was caked all around his mouth. Crimson spackle was plastered all over his generic gray business suit. Before Terajima could even react, the man lunged at him and dug his blood-encrusted fingernails into Terajima’s throat.
Battle cries broke out as Terajima’s hooligans immediately let go of Saeko and dogpiled onto the man, tackling him to the ground.
“Get him off me,” Terajima squealed. “Get him off!”
Their efforts were useless, for no matter how hard they tried they couldn’t seem to pry him off. The crazed man possessed a superhuman strength and his grip was impossible to break free from.
One of Terajima’s hooligans kicked the man squarely in the face, his boot cracking the stranger’s teeth, but the man didn’t seem to register the pain. Instead, the crazed man reached up with pallid hands and grabbed ahold of the kid’s leg. Before the kid could shake himself free, the rabid drunk sank in the jagged remnants of his broken teeth and began chewing on the kid’s calf as if it were a chicken drumstick. The kid wailed in pain and tried to wriggle free, but the man simply couldn’t be shaken off.
“He’s got my goddamn leg,” the boy cried out as he thrashed desperately to get away. “Somebody help!”
Finally breaking away from the crazed attacker’s grasp, the kid hop-skipped away until he was safely out of the maniac’s reach. Meanwhile, others in the group cautiously backpedaled to a safe distance as they looked on in horror at Terajima’s torn larynx, which shot out spurts of blood intermittently from his jugular. They eyeballed his twitching body and then scanned the pavement only to find that his ear had been torn off and was lying a couple of feet away.
Saeko looked down at Terajima’s mutilated, barely breathing body and smiled. Her entire body suddenly relaxed, and the fear and adrenaline all seemed to rush out of her, but that wasn’t the only thing. In that instant of release, she momentarily lost control of her bladder, and a yellow stream ran down her legs. As embarrassing as it was, she took comfort in the fact that nobody was paying attention to her little mishap. Instead, their attention was fully fixated on the cannibal salary-man, who was still chewing on the limping kid’s leg meat.
Suddenly a new moan came from up the road. This time a woman appeared. Saeko thought it looked like Mrs. Hashimoto, her math teacher. But she didn’t intend to stick around to find out.
“Holy fuck! There’s another one of those things!” one of Terajima’s lackeys hollered.
“Quick, let’s get the fuck out of here,” another one yelled. Saeko watched as her attackers quickly tucked tail and dispersed, leaving their leader bloodied and broken on the ground. Not even one of them suggested they call an ambulance or get Terajima medical attention. Saeko knew it was because they feared the consequences if Terajima’s father decided to seek retribution on any one of them.
Not wasting any time, Saeko pulled up her bra and then fetched her skirt, keeping one eye on the crazed man. He had finished the boy’s leg meat, a mere appetizer, and was now hunched over Terajima’s body, clawing at his abdomen. Luckily, just as she finished dressing, Kevin regained consciousness and groaned.
“Oh my God!” Saeko exclaimed as she rushed over to Kevin’s side. “Are you alright?”
“I think so,” Kevin said, rubbing his jaw. “No broken bones, at least.”
“Can you walk?” Saeko asked.
“I think so,” Kevin answered. Putting his arm around her, he let her help him to his feet. Looking at the man ripping out Terajima’s intestines as if they were linked sausages and chewing on them, Kevin asked, “What the fu—”
“Shhhh...!” Saeko hushed Kevin as she ushered him past the man eating Terajima. The streetlights turned on with a buzz, distracting the man long enough for them to cautiously back out of the glow of the light and retreat into the shadows. The white-eyed woman had finally made her way to Terajima’s dead body and joined the salary man. As she bent down to have a piece of Terajima, Saeko whispered to Kevin, “I think it’s best if we just get the hell out of here.”
“Good idea.” Kevin answered, still unable to believe his eyes. Saeko tugged on his arm, prying him away from the gruesome scene, and he gladly followed after her.
11
The Butterfly Effect
Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan
Saeko and Kevin jogged up the street until they came to an intersection. Suddenly a car swerved toward them, forcing them to jump out of the way as it smashed into the telephone pole directly behind them. The engine steamed and the driver’s side door stood ajar from the crash. A woman staggered out of the vehicle, her black suit in tatters, her neck still bleeding from a recent bite wound. Reaching up with raggedy fingers, the office woman looked directly at them and mumbled something. Then she crashed to the ground.
Kevin scuttled up to the body to check her pulse. Bending down, he examined the bite wound on her neck. It was pretty bad. In fact, the wound was lethal, and he knew he needn’t bother checking for a pulse. Still, he did so anyway.
Shaking his head solemnly, Kevin lamented. “She’s dead.” After a moment, he stood up and cursed, kicked the bumper of the wrecked car and cursed again. “Shit, shit, shit!”
Unexpectedly, a bus roared past the intersection, forcing them to jump back so they wouldn’t be made into a couple of smears on its windshield. The bus was ablaze with bright orange flames and completely out of control as it barreled down the road. Kevin and Saeko heard the passengers screaming for dear life as it howled by.
“Holy fucking shit!” Kevin screamed. “Seriously, what the hell is going on?!”
Saeko just looked at him. She would have liked to have the answers. But she didn’t. She would have liked to say something comforting, but she couldn’t find the words. The day’s horrors were just too much.
“Come on,” Saeko urged, tugging on his arm as she towed him along behind her. “We’ve
gotta keep moving.”
Heading further up the city street, they left the woman from the car wreck behind. After heading about half a block they heard a moan behind them and turned to see what it was. Kevin and Saeko saw the lady from the car wreck slowly getting up onto her feet.
“Holy shit!” Kevin said, pointing his finger at the woman.
Saeko shot Kevin a confused look. “I thought you said she was dead?!”
“She was!” Kevin cried. “I mean, she didn’t have a pulse or anything. She wasn’t even breathing, for crying out loud.”
Making her way toward them, the woman opened her white, vacant eyes and moaned even louder this time as she staggered toward them.
“Come on,” Saeko said, turning and heading back up the street. “We can’t stay here.”
“Wait,” Kevin protested. “Shouldn’t we call for an ambulance or something?”
Saeko reached into her school jacket, fished out her mobile, and tossed it to him. Catching her phone in between his hands, Kevin looked down at the screen and let out a disappointed sigh.
“I already tried that,” Saeko said. “It’s busy.”
“Well, what’s the plan?” Kevin inquired.
Car wreck lady moaned again, then proceeded to make smacking noises with her mouth as she slowly inched toward them. They just ignored her.
“We’re sticking to the plan,” Saeko answered.
“Really?” Kevin said with a big dumb grin on his face.
Saeko stopped in the middle of the street and broke into a sob, which she quickly stifled. Wiping a tear from her cheek, she took a deep breath, but still stood there in shock.
Approaching her, Kevin bent down and gazed lovingly into her eyes, then took her face in his hands and asked, “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
Wiping away another tear, she whispered, “I’d rather not talk about it.”
