Loyalty? I just want you back

It was a short car ride before they pulled up to a small warehouse that had seen better days. Getting out of the car hurriedly, Takemichi followed Mikey into the building with trepidation.

Standing in the middle of the building was Mikey. As Takemichi approached, a sharp look from the blond stopped him.

Trying to stand still, his legs trembled with repressed fear. He couldn't believe what was happening. Mikey had always been a bit unpredictable, but he had never been like this before. Even if the look in his eyes was cold and calculating, Takemichi just had to trust he was liked enough that he wasn't about to be killed or tortured.

And yet, he could feel the fear in his stomach starting to try and control him to run far far away.

Mikey circled around Takemichi, his footsteps echoing in the empty warehouse. "You know, Takemichi," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I don't like it when people disobey me. It makes me angry."

Takemichi swallowed hard, his throat dry. He didn't know what to say, or what Mikey wanted him to do. He just wanted to get out of there. Saving Mikey from himself almost feels…Impossible

But Mikey wasn't done. "Kneel," he commanded.

Takemichi hesitated for a moment, but he knew he had no choice. He knelt down before Mikey, his eyes cast down.

"But you, Takemichi," Mikey approached him, towering over him. "You're different. I can't stay mad at you for long."

Mikey reached out and grabbed Takemichi's chin, forcing him to look up at him. His touch lingered longer than necessary, sending shivers down Takemichi's spine. "You belong to me, Takemichi," he said, his grip tightening. "You're mine to do with as I please."

Takemichi tried to pull away, but Mikey's grip was too strong. He could feel the bruises forming on his skin.

"Please, Mikey," Takemichi said, his voice shaking. "Let me go. I'll do anything you want."

Mikey's eyes gleamed with a dark pleasure. "Anything, you say?" he said, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Well, then. I want you to prove your loyalty to me. I want you to kill someone for me."

Takemichi recoiled, his stomach lurching. "No, I can't do that," he said, shaking his head. "I won't do that."

Mikey's smile disappeared, replaced with a cold, hard expression. "You don't have a choice, Takemichi," he said, his voice flat and emotionless. "You do what I say, or you suffer the consequences."

Takemichi felt a wave of dread wash over him. He knew that Mikey was serious, and he didn't know what he was going to do. But he couldn't kill someone. He just couldn't.

"Please, Mikey," Takemichi pleaded. "Isn't there something else I can do? Something else to prove my loyalty?"

Mikey tilted his head, considering Takemichi's request. His touch still lingered on Takemichi's skin, making him feel uncomfortable and trapped. "Very well," he said at last. "I have another task for you."

Takemichi breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew it wouldn't last. Mikey's touch and gaze made him feel like he was a caged bird, unable to escape. He was trapped with a possessive, psychotic, and dangerous man, who saw him not as a pawn, but as a bird to be kept under his watchful eye. Mikey's grip on his chin felt like a cage door, locking him in and denying him any freedom or control. Takemichi knew he had to find a way out of this, but with each passing moment, he felt more and more trapped.

"I want you to abduct and torture a rival gang member," Mikey said with a dangerous glint in his eye.

Takemichi's heart sank. This was worse than killing someone. He couldn't do it. But he knew he had no choice but to comply if he wanted to survive.

"Okay, I'll do it," Takemichi said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Mikey's grip on his chin loosened, and he stepped back. He narrowed his eyes at Takemichi and said playfully, "No, you won't."

Takemichi looked up at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

Mikey chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Takemichi's spine. "I was just joking, Takemichi. You really are too gullible."

Takemichi felt his heart racing in his chest. He didn't know what to believe anymore. Was Mikey really joking, or was this just another test?

Mikey's expression turned cold and cruel. "But let me make one thing clear. You belong to me, Takemichi. Don't forget that. You do what I say, when I say it. And if you don't, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

Takemichi nodded, his throat tight with fear. He couldn't deny the possessive tendencies and lack of regard for human life that Mikey displayed. He was in over his head, and he knew it.

Mikey smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Good. Now, let's go. I have things to do and I don't want you leaving my sight."

As they left the warehouse, Takemichi knew that he had to come up with a plan.

He couldn't go through with Mikey's demands, but he couldn't run away either. If Mikey had been serious… He had to find a way to save Mikey from himself and put an end to the cycle of violence that had consumed him.

Takemichi knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to try. He just hoped he wouldn't lose himself in the process. The power dynamics were clear now, and Takemichi had to find a way to regain control of his life if he wanted to save mikey from himself… before it was too late.