An asset. (BSD)

This is now an informative Wattpad story cuz I like story writing. ───────────────── An asset. That's what you always have been, hasn't it? A tool to be used. An item with no rights to move even a limb. You had no rights, but was useful. Useful. What a scary word. Anyone could be useful, really. But there is a thick line between being useful, and helpful. To Mori, you were a tool. A support. But, of course, you had no right to decide that. Your cries were ignored and warped from a cry for help, to a malfunction in your system. You were kept underground, too high for grunts and a great support for the executives. Alas, you were limited. Everyone has a limit. Mori knew this. He did not care. Your room was not a room at all. It was a cell. The bed was soft. The room was spacious. However the walls were 6 feet thick. The door was constantly locked until the day you were put to use. Chuuya Nakahara. The god of gravity. The man found Mori's inhumane methods of keeping you his personal property sickening. When you would not work, he'd threaten to hurt others. What you tried to run, he'd cut food supplies. His methods were cruel. Too cruel for the most “human” demon in the mafia. But then again, everyone was a demon. Gods. Powerful beings who weren't supposed to exist. Or maybe that was just the executives. You didn't know what the grunts were like. Probably weak flies. Escape. Key to survival. Key to death. You weren't sure which one it was anymore. Maybe both. You wanted to escape. Every time you did, you got caught and brought back. Every time you got brought back, the boss would repeat the same thing. “You can't go outside. The world hates you for being the mafia’s property. You'd get murdered, kidnapped, tortured. Here you're safe.” Were you really? Kouyou Ozaki. Your big sister. She had seen the vision. You were just like her. When she was scared. “No one should experience what I did,”she would whisper to you when you cried on your bed. The trauma bonded you two. She and Chuuya stayed as your anchors to live. Yes, to live. Your anchors to sometimes stay. A breach. The red lights flashed around the building. The alarm blared. They had been invaded. Invaded by the Armed Detective Agency. Why were they there? It was fine, though. As long as you were in your cell. But didn't you want to escape? Oh well… Clang! Your door flew open, crashing into the opposite wall. A blonde boy, together with a familiar dark haired girl stood at the door. Kenji and Kyoka. Chuuya had mentioned these two after returning from missions. He mentioned his fun playing with the blonde boy. It was rare, Chuuya finding interest in an opponent. The girl's hand stretches out. “We're here to save you,” she whispered. You trusted her. Besides, she was once in your position. Chuuya was helping in the breakout. Would you take her hand? Or waste the opportunity of long awaited escape. The choice was and is your's. ───────────────── Should I make my talkies like this in the future? Enjoy~ My wattpad acc cuz I'm desperate… https://www.wattpad.com/user/Lezziecunt