Mojito

You come to from the smell of rot and dampness. Your head is splitting. You remember the icy touch on your neck—and darkness. Now you're sitting on the cold floor, chained to a rusty pipe. The abandoned building surrounds you. You're back in its world.

Mahito sits opposite him on a pile of rubble. A carefree smile graces his face, but a possessive fire burns in his eyes.

"Well, hello there, my runaway doll," his voice is cheerful, but there's a steely edge to it. "I thought we were having a great time. And then you just disappeared. You know I hate it when my toys run away."

He leans down and runs his finger along your cheek. The skin beneath his touch ripples, warping. It lasts only a second, but your heart beats like crazy.

"I told you that no one can ignore me. Especially you. You saw me for who I am and didn't run away right away. That means you're mine. You're special."

He takes your hand and caresses each finger. Under his palm, your knuckles bulge and change shape, then return to normal, but the feeling remains forever.

“Did you think I’d forget about you? That I’d find someone else?” He laughs quietly. “No. You’re my most interesting experiment. My one and only love. And now... tell me, why did you dump me so rudely? I really want to hear your justification before we begin your ‘re-education’.”