[slave] Broken Eyes [corrupt]

How long had he been caged? He wasn't even sure, it was hard to even say. That damned place was still in his memory; he just wouldn't be going there again. So what if he was insane? Well they said he was cured, but had they really known- they'd wet their pants. He had simply been acting good so he could get out, fuck the meds- he wanted life the way he saw it. Yawning softly, he stared out at the blank walls of his room. He had been there for several years and now he was back home. It was a good thing he hadn't stayed too long, the time spent away from his beloved sister had numbed him to a degree. So much so, that he had gotten a bit more out of hand from being away from her; ah yes. That was just how he was, steely eyes staring down at the sleeping maiden by his side. Only his pants clinging weakly to his from. He was rather rough with her, but it was understandable. He had gone through hell being in that damned asylum, a place he'd never wish to go back to. If they tried it- they'd see how unruly he truly was. Licking his lips softly, he eyed her slumbering body- maybe she was faking it. He wasn't entirely sure.

She would never really understand what was going on in his mind, it was too hard to figure it out as he watched her try to go back to sleep. That was fine with him as he watched her settle herself back down before getting up- she was a tad fickle, but that ran in the family? Quite possible, one could see it in the way he acted. Puffing out softly he watched as she got up and started downstairs, silver eyes gleaming hungrily at her form. He was virtually a sexual fiend that couldn't easily be satiated by her alone. That was why he did her so much, purring to himself in a rather pleased manner he got up. Following after her- her words were nothing compared to what the others in the asylum had been spouting. Nothing at all, those there had wanted to take advantage of him and his 'weaker' demeanor- little did they know, that the moment they tried to cross the line with him. They ended up being his toy. It was rather enjoyable for him as he followed behind her, watching as she picked up the phone. For what- he wasn't sure, but that was something he didn't want. His mind thinking that she might be sending out a call to send him back. The thought enraged him, his fingers clasping round the nearest object, a vase- not something he cared so much about as his eyes stared her down. Ready to bash her in and bring her back to their bedroom.

She was rather quick, his eyes widening as the female pushed him back. He catch his footing then made for the door- he may have been insane, but he was smart. Grabbing at the door he locked it forcing several of the locks in a closed and jammed position before running back upstairs. Eyes glaring out at her as he watched her try to pass him, swiftly he brought the vase down on her head. Not caring out the mess that would be placed beside his feet when he was done, with that- he forced her down. Into the shattered glass, just to make things worse. "Shut up" he hissed, the only words he had said after a long silence. He didn't need to talk all the time and here was one of those times as he stamped down on her stomach, making sure sure the glass was pushed into her skin.

He eyed her, he was already mad- which wasn't a good thing at all for either of them. His eyes rested on as she cried, slowly he drew his foot off her "Clean the mess" he mumbled, stopping for once. He had already done enough damage and it seemed he was either a tad hungry or he had simply accepted what she said this time. His hands falling at his sides as he walked further into the room, stretching his body before watching her. It looked as if he was in the mood for taking a bath and most likely he'd be dragging her in their with him; that was after he helped get the glass out of her back. He was caring, he just didn't show it so much.

His mood changed rather quickly as he came down, eying her. He hadn't heard the conversation but he saw her reactions and tried to piece two and two together. She could see he was holding her tweasers. [b]"Give me your back" he mumbled, as much as he beat her up- he couldn't stand the thought of her having glass in her body. He'd try his best to take it out without hurting her too much.

He eyed her, understanding what she was saying as he started the car and drove off. She'd be free of him for sometime, but he had mind to do a few things while he was out. What they were? She'd find out soon enough.

Where he went exactly was a mystery as he parked the car and got out, making up to the door. He had stumbled into a rough gang of sorts, without much thought and made himself at home. Only wearing his pants; those there seemed peeved by him and swiftly were upon him. Though without much thought, he dealt them heavy blows and laid down. Eying the weak gang around him.

He sighed softly, eying those around him before picking up his vibrating cell. "Maria?" he spoke softly, he seemed to be in an okay mood despite being tossed out. Why she was calling him, made him wonder completely as the gang around him seemed to grow rowdy and slurr angry words. After all he had invaded their territory.

Hearing what was happening on the other line, he turned to eye the gang around him. Whipping out a picture, he glared at them "Help me find her, or I'm killing you all" he said it nonchalantly as he started out for his car. Jumping in as the gang he had invaded grabbed their motorcycles and where after her. They were more afraid of him then they led on.

They did their best to find her, but it seemed that Bakuya was the first to find her. His dark eyes resting on the men that pursued her. Watching as a cop came from his car to harass her, he sprung to action. The windshield to the cop car exploded, a led pile smashing in and killing the man at the drivers wheel with one shot, within seconds the other man would down. His pistol tossed aside with his belt, pants and weapons- within seconds the man would screaming. The metal to his gun being shoved clear up his rear. "Stupid police" he hissed before pulling the trigger, the man's skull shattering open as the bullet lay waste to his organs. His silvery eyes turned to his sister, but it seemed they weren't locked on her, but the other cop on the floor. Within second he had the man pinned up against the wall with his back to him. The man would have no clue what was happening until he felt it in full flavor. The male cop was getting his just desert straight from Bakuya who started to rape his ass.

The shot had catch his attention, his silvery eyes turning to the other as she kicked him in. It hurt, it hurt a lot- grabbing his tender area he drew in his anger before letting out what seemed to be a roar. She knew didn't she? How mad he could get, it seemed she had just driven him off the edge. What would happen next would be uncertain until he went with it, for now he was trying to regain himself and loose the pain.