Funny Trip

Sato slowly regained consciousness, feeling stunned and incredibly thirsty. His mouth was dry from the stress of the situation and being bound.

As he tried to groan, the only sound he could hear was the noise of a car engine. It was then that he realized he had been kidnapped while he was unconscious. However, what concerned him more at that moment was where they were taking him.

Confused and disoriented, Sato couldn't determine how long he had been asleep. But he knew that when he lost consciousness, it was already the beginning of the night. Judging by the ongoing drive, it seemed like they were heading to another city. If they were still in Hidora, they would have likely reached their destination by now.

Since he was unable to do much while restrained, Sato tried to assess his surroundings. He realized that not only his mouth but also his eyes, hands, and legs were tightly bound. Despite his efforts, he couldn't free himself.

Then he felt something beside him. Another body? It felt fleshy to the touch, so it was a possibility. The other person remained motionless, so Sato attempted to shake them with his tied hands.

"Come on, wake up... wake up..." he whispered, but after several unsuccessful attempts, he gave up.

"Is he dead...?" the thought filled him with fear, and a sense of despair washed over him.

"No... no... I don't want to die..." his mind raced, questioning why he deserved such a fate.

The sound of the car changed, indicating they had moved from the highway. Sato speculated they might be heading to a location in the middle of the forest. If they were no longer on the highway, it was highly likely they were approaching their intended destination. It could be a warehouse or a remote house. At that moment, however, it didn't matter.

Turning his attention to the interior of the car, Sato could hear voices conversing, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Realizing there was nothing he could do, he resigned himself to his fate. The car continued its journey, and after a few minutes, it came to a stop. Although Sato was in the trunk, he could hear the car door opening.

"Are they here?" he heard someone ask.

"Yes, I've brought two of them," another voice responded.

Sato sensed more conversation taking place outside the car. He could also hear the approach of other vehicles.

Suddenly, the trunk door opened, and a bright light was shone into his blindfolded eyes.

Sato attempted to speak, but only moans escaped his lips, catching the attention of those who were looking at him.

"Huh? This one is still awake," one of them remarked.

"Come here, boy," another voice commanded.

And with that, Sato felt an intense pain in his jaw and lost consciousness once again.

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The pain coursing through Sato's face was excruciating. He couldn't feel the right side of his face, which was visibly swollen. The intensity of the pain made it nearly impossible for him to think clearly. It was evident that he had likely broken his cheekbone when he had last lost consciousness. Now, he found himself seated, with his hands and legs still bound to the chair, but this time his mouth was free. As he opened and closed his mouth, the pain pulsed through his entire face, and he tasted the metallic tang of blood.

"H-H-Help..." Sato managed to utter, his voice filled with agony, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh, it looks like our boys woke up," a man remarked, followed by the sound of someone removing the blindfold that covered Sato's eyes.

"Please... What do you guys want...?" Sato pleaded, but before he could finish his sentence, the man who had removed the blindfold delivered another powerful punch, confirming the breaking of his cheekbone.

Sato spat out blood, which stained his clothes. Blood now flowed from his mouth, and the pain, already intense, became unbearable. He couldn't help but cry out in anguish.

"Arrgghhh!" Sato tried to scream.

"Just shut up already, will ya?" the first man snapped.

"Well, we are the ones asking the questions here, so if you don't want to experience more of those punches from our friend here, you better cooperate. Okay, buddy?"

Sato was so shocked that he hadn't noticed his immediate surroundings. He found himself in a closed room resembling an interrogation chamber, similar to those used by the police, but without any windows for others to see in.

There were only three people in the room: the interrogator, Sato, and now, realizing the situation, the torturer. Both the interrogator and the torturer seemed to derive enjoyment from Sato's fear. Their smiles and the sadistic pleasure they exhibited made it clear they were psychopaths.

Between Sato and the interrogator lay a concrete table, while between Sato and the torturer stood another table filled with various devices. Sato could identify some of them: pliers, a large wrench, a collection of knives, electric wires, a lighter, a hammer, and other hidden objects beneath the table.

"God, please... Why...?" Sato cried, his voice filled with despair.

"Oh, poor boy... well, you better help us out, right? We don't enjoy doing this stuff. So, if you just be quiet and cooperate, once you answer our questions, you can be free. We have a singular objective here, and it's not to kill you," the interrogator said, acting as though the situation was all a big joke, even with Sato's battered face.

"Now, let's skip the speeches and start our little party, shall we?" the interrogator declared in a jovial tone.

"First things first, buddy, what's your name?" he asked, while the torturer began moving his tools.

"S...Sato..." Sato managed to say, his voice strained due to the broken cheekbone.

As he provided his answer, something moved with lightning speed right before his eyes and struck his foot, producing a sickening sound of bones breaking.

"AAARRRGHHH!!!" Sato screamed in agony, the pain from his newly broken bone searing through his body.

After striking his leg, the torturer placed his wrench on the table and delivered another powerful punch to Sato's broken cheekbone.

"No, no, no, no, Sato... You're not understanding. When I ask you a question, I want you to answer me FAST and without FUCKING SCREAMING," the interrogator barked, his voice filled with anger.

Sato could only cry. He didn't understand why this was happening, but he knew he had to endure it if he wanted to survive.

"Oh, one more thing, little puppy. I asked for your name, your FULL NAME, understood?" the interrogator sneered.

"Now, let me see... What is your name?" he asked again.

"Masako Sato," Sato responded, his voice barely a whisper due to the pain and swelling.

"GOOD! Good, good, good, good, goooooood," the interrogator exclaimed, his face filled with delight.

"See? He's clearly learning how things work," the interrogator remarked to the torturer, who remained silent in response to the taunt.

"Well, well, Masako Sato, you probably know why you're here, right?" the interrogator inquired.

Sato didn't respond. The only thing he could think about at that moment was the intense pain coursing through his face and feet. But he knew the reason. They were likely targeting his uncle, but Sato couldn't fathom that they would go to such lengths.

"A little bird told me you want your little Yuu back... so lovable, so pure. Brother and sister love is a wonderful feeling..." the interrogator remarked, toying with Sato's emotions.

"But it's a shame, you know. It's really a shame," he continued, as he casually tossed Yuu's ID onto the table.

"We didn't even capture her or anything! HAHAHAHA! You were so stupid to believe everything we said." Both the interrogator and the torturer laughed at the scene. Sato had not only been deceived but now found himself in a life-threatening situation.

"You're lying..." Sato uttered, unable to believe it.

"YOU ARE FUCKING LYING!" he screamed, and in response, the wrench whizzed by at high speed.

Both his feet were now broken, and they had asked only one question. Sato couldn't comprehend it. The pain in his feet drove him to the brink of madness, making it impossible to hold onto any coherent thoughts.

The torturer removed Sato's blood-soaked boots, revealing the mangled remnants of his feet.

"Look at this... so sad... if only you had cooperated better..." the interrogator said with a hint of disappointment.

"Come on, let's ask the real question now... Tell me, who do you live with? We counted two men, including your old uncle, and four women... You must have quite the party at home," the interrogator sneered.

Upon hearing that, Sato silently resolved not to say a word. He glared into the interrogator's eyes with hatred and uttered, "Go to hell," with the determination to protect his family even if it meant sacrificing himself.

"Heh, I don't think you've quite grasped it yet," the interrogator said.

The torturer reached under the table and retrieved a power drill and an axe. He activated the power drill, causing it to emit a chilling noise.

"You ARE in hell," the interrogator stated with sadistic satisfaction.