TW! A mention of r*p3

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You remembered falling asleep in Ichigo's bed. The scent of strawberries still hugged you, as expected, as you found you were still wrapped in his blanket. You moved to get up, as it was pitch black in the room, only to find that your hands were tied together.

You kicked your feet, but those were also tied. When you opened your mouth to scream, it was gagged. You struggled and tried to break free, though deep down you knew there was no point.

What hurt most of all, you could hear Ichigo's voice from somewhere, and not only that. You also heard someone else's voice. You tried bashing yourself into the floor to make noise, but the soft mattress didn't even emit quiet thuds. You tried to shake your feet, hoping for a loud enough noise from the chain, but you found that the metal had been replaced with a thick rope which was cutting into your ankles from the struggle. You felt hot tears in your eyes, not only from the force being put on your injuries, but at the thought that if you let this chance slip by, you would not get another, and you would be destined to stay in the company of Ichigo until he decided to kill you off.

"There's not much up here,"

up? So where were you? All this time you had been convinced that you were in some hidden basement. Then this must be his attic. But if that was true, and he had openly let someone search his house, then how were you hidden? Perhaps you had been kept in a basement this whole time, and now you were transported to the attic because the basement looked more suspicious. Or maybe he was trying to trick you into thinking the space of your captivity was in the attic, because he knew you were onto him. Either way, it didn't matter, what mattered was getting out.

You desperately tried to adjust your eyes to the dark, but it was no use. What you could say for sure, was that this was the mattress you had been sleeping on. Ichigo would have no reason to swap it with a different one. Besides that, there was no reason to put you in a comfortable position on something soft, so this must be where he had been keeping you, if your theory was correct...

You rolled towards the wall, which you were tied to. The rope was too short to let you reach the ground next to the mattress, probably for the reason that you would gladly slam yourself against the floor like a worm if it meant escape.

Ichigo's plan was by no means fool proof, but you had to give it to him, not many people would've thought of this. You started to manoeuvre your body, then took a deep breath. You slammed your feet as hard as you could against the wall, which made a weak thud. You kept it up, until you were sweaty all over and you felt your heart sink. As you were about to try one last time, light came flooding in from somewhere. Just like the first time, Ichigo had snuck in without you knowing where from, before putting down a lamp.

His smile was illuminated as he spoke, "she's gone, you can stop now," and he pulled out a small knife. Your eyes widened and you struggled as he came near you with it, but he held you still, and to your relief, only cut the ropes. You didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing you cry, but your pride came crashing down when the reality of your situation kicked in. This was probably the only chance you would get. You blew it. Even worse, you had been found out by Ichigo, meanwhile the other person was oblivious to your situation. Maybe this was his plan, put you in a position so that you knew you couldn't escape.

"I was a bit worried you know... when I heard noises coming from upstairs," he fiddled with his hair and made himself comfortable next to you. "I thought at first you got hurt or something... but considering how you kept on bashing yourself into the wall, I thought of a punishment to give you." You tried to keep composed, it would only be worse if you did something stupid again. "My house is pretty soundproof, so even I barely heard anything, but you're lucky she didn't find you, you know. Trust me when I say that at least."

You hadn't realised, but he had gotten a tissue from somewhere and was cleaning up your face, which was soaked from crying. "You've figured out where we are by now, right?" You nodded, and he smiled again. It's scary how much he smiles about these things. There was no other explanation than the fact that it was somewhere in his attic, you weren't sure where, but it was detailed enough for a location.

"Would you like to have a guess as to what your punishment will be?" He asked playfully, before he took you by the hand and put the light out, leaving you in the darkness. He led you out of the attic, as per usual, however this time without a blindfold. "No..." you mumbled. He frowned, taking you into his room and sitting you down in front of the computer.

On the screen, a website was open. It was one of those websites where you type in a list of things, then it picks one out at random for you. The ideas he had come up with made your hands feel clammy as you clenched your fists under the desk. Cutting off a limb... being strung upside down for 12 consecutive hours... skin being irritated by harsh chemicals...

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However, of all of these, one particular one scared you the most. Violation. That was the one you were hoping for least. He leaned down, resting his chin on your right shoulder, arms around your torso. "If you guess correctly which one it will land on... I'll spare you." He spoke softly in your ear. You felt sweat dripping down your back. "5...4...3..-"

"The last one." You blurted out. Just as long as it wasn't that. He hummed, then stood up properly.

"Press the button, and don't bother trying to cheat." You were too nervous to try anything with the risks that were presented to you, it was pointless for him to mention it in the first place. Hands trembling, you clicked on the select button. You felt as though you wanted to pass out from the pressure.

They say that the average person becomes impatient whilst waiting for a website to load after three seconds. The selection must've taken less than three seconds, but you felt time slow down. It was almost like you couldn't see the world in front of you any more, and the sound of the selected punishment was muffled in your ears. Ah, you had forgotten about the text to speech function. You snapped out of your trance when you heard a clapping sound from behind you. "Congratulations, y/n."

Your eyes focused on the screen. It landed on violation. "...did you choose it on purpose?"

"No, I just put in as many things as I could think of. Well, I could've thought of more, but there's only as many as times you made noise while you were tied up."

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You let out a sigh of relief that you didn't know you needed, and slid down in the chair. "Don't go thinking you've gotten out of it," you tensed up again. "The next time you pull a stunt like that, I'll do all of those things one after the other."

It was your chance to escape, and you blew it forever.

"Did you find anything noteworthy?" Maki passed her boss the notes she had taken on Ichigo. "It seems like another dead end, don't worry, we'll find something."

Maki shook her head. "No... he was acting too strange, he was too... calm. It was almost as though he was expecting someone to come."

"Are you sure? I know it's been a rough day, and that this case hits close to home, but it's not wise to let these type of biased emotions impact your wor-"

"I know. But I also know that he definitely has some part to play in this incident. I just know. You need to let me investigate him further."