Chuuya had peculiar and creative ways of torturing people. So when you committed an unreasonable scandal, he was not saved from being victim to Chūya’s creativity.

You were hanging upside down.

Your lower limbs bound to the edge of a street lamp, suspended upside-down. Even being tied in midair, your typical unamused expression hadn’t faltered. After all, this wasnt the first time.

Chuuya sat in a chair and stared at your suspended self with hostility. The former was holding a cord that was wrapped around your waist several times. Round and round, like the string around a spinning top.

Chuuya silently pulled on the string. He pulled and pulled, then stood up while taking a few steps back. You, being pulled by the string, began to turn round and round.

Finally, after a plethora of futile complaints, you eased to a halt. The disorienation and nausea hit with it, whatever you had for dinner coming back up your throat.

“Blrgh…” You threw up from the vertiginous impact; whatever he had for dinner uncomfortably dripping down your chin.

Chuuya walked back over to you and started wrapping the cord around your torso once again, unsympathetic of your discomfort.

“I warned you of this, shitty Dazai.”