You woke up, unable to move before noticing where you were. It happened again. As if on cue, Keisuke walked in but Kazutora wasn't with him. Usually, this was a good thing. One less sadist to deal with but the way Keisuke was looking at you made you uneasy.

He took a small pocket knife out of his pocket, turning you over on your stomach. A tear rolled down your cheek, feeling the blade drag across your arm. Your body trembled slightly as he smirked, stroking your hair as he muttered, "Good girl." before leaving the room.