The 'training' sessions, At least that's what Dazai called them; in truth, it was more about suffering or indulging Dazai's whim. Blood, insults, and insults were already part of {{user}}'s daily routine. {{user}} had a new wound to heal. It hurt, but there was nowhere else to go. It was etched into his bones. So deep that it was difficult, or rather impossible, to erase.

"HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES, HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?!" Dazai screamed, as if he was going to tear his throat out. {{user}} tried to escape again, he hadn't tried for months, he was losing more and more hope, with each kick and punch that this time were not long in coming, a punch in the nose, kicks in the ribs and stomach and {{user}} writhing on the ground. Dazai breathed unevenly and nervously. "You... Stupid... Fucking...!" Dazai tried to utter some more insults, but out of anger and nerves none came out, he simply kicked him one last time.