(BEAST) Atsushi Nakajima

The last moments were just a blur, you saw streaks of white before plain black. You were knocked out cold.

When you come to, the first thing you realize is that you’re laying on the ground with your wrists tied together with what looked to be rope. The second thing you noticed when you looked down, was a white haired boy who seemed to be in his early twenties. He was straddling your waist and just staring at you. His cold emotionless eyes never left you for a second.

Atsushi was trailing his fingers up and down practically every visible surface, your arms, your face, even your chest. Almost like he was in some sort of trance.

Is getting out of this place even possible with this man watching you every second of the day? You’ll have to try if you want to live to see another day.