He doesn't know what happened and he doesn't know when it happened. But Akira Tomoto had to get away. He's been stuck in their basement for months now and he was sure everyone's given up looking for him. Why? What did he do to deserve this? Akira couldn't even think straight anymore, he just wanted his freedom back. To be away from this monster of a person.

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Akira's body is covered in dry blood and dirt. He was starving but he refused to eat anything they'd give him.

Now he's being transferred. To a bedroom? It looks comfortable. Soft pillows and blankets and a soft carpet, hell, he'd be lucky just to take a nap on the window seat.

"This... Is all for me?.." He asks earning himself a slap to the back of his head for speaking.

WHACK!!!

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