Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Missing ❯ Revenge ( Chapter 9 )

The Missing

Chapter 9 - Revenge

By: eternalsailorsolarwind

Disclaimer: Not mine. Sorry.

A/N: All warnings still apply. Add to that one for sheer evilness. Still in Ken's point of view.

It was extremely easy to lay my plans. I spent the evening transporting back and forth between the Digital World and my bedroom, trying to find the best place to take my revenge. It took me nearly an hour to find the right spot, but once I had, the rest of my plans fell neatly into place.

The location was arid, but not quite desert. There was a Y-shaped tree that would make a perfect crucifix. I also saw what looked like an Antmon hill nearby. I'd have to remember to bring honey beforehand. And best of all, it was fairly secluded. It would take a couple of hours from anyone coming from the outside to get there. Yet, there was a television portal a couple of miles or so away, which would make bringing my captive here extremely easy.

I set my D-3 to open to these coordinates any time that I opened a portal to the Digital World. That way, there would be no fumbling at the moment of capture. It would take the sport out of the whole thing if it wasn't done perfectly. I smiled, pleased with my plans.

There was only one thing missing. The one thing that would truly terrify Mr. Motomiya. Let him know how Daisuke must have felt while he was being raped. But I finally found that missing piece, and managed to get it to the site. It wasn't easy, but I prevailed in the end. The Kaizer always gets what he wants, one way or the other.

Wormmon, surprisingly, only put up a token argument. I think he was still angry about what happened to Chibimon. And I didn't blame him at all. I had always suspected that my Digimon had a soft spot for Chibimon and all his forms. In the end, he agreed to help me. I was grateful, as his assistance would make things so much easier.

The next afternoon, I put my plan into action. It was surprisingly easy to find him, if you knew what Mr. Motomiya was like. Average salaryman, average intelligence, average everything. Add to that his propensity for violence towards his children, and I found him in a rougher part of Odaiba. I didn't see how the police could have missed him. He was less than five miles from home.

"Mr. Motomiya," I said, stepping up behind him. He jumped and whirled around, ready to fight. He was unshaven and unwashed. I wrinkled my nose at the smell. "I think we need to talk."

"Fairy boy!" he bellowed, lunging for me. That was when Stingmon stepped out of hiding and picked him up by the scruff of the neck. All of the fight went out of him instantly. I smirked.

"You know, you're son has always had more courage than you. He'd try to fight Stingmon one on one. Pity that some traits don't breed through," I replied, looking up at him. "By the way, I wouldn't call me that. It makes Stingmon angry."

Stingmon growled, proving my point. Mr. Motomiya paled and fought against Stingmon's grip. It was futile, and I told him so. "You know, Stingmon here is a friend of Chibimon's. And he's very upset about what happened to Chibimon the night you raped Daisuke. Perhaps I should let him take care of my revenge for me…?"

He pissed his pants. Right in front of me. I snarled in disgust. "Does a twelve year old boy scare you that much?"

"N-no. I'm not afraid of a twelve-year-old ass-raider," he replied, spitting at me. He missed. "But a fifteen foot tall giant attack bug, =that= I'm afraid of."

"I see," I mused. That was to be expected. "Well, I'll just have to teach you to fear me."

Stingmon and I moved to a slightly more private alley, and I sat my laptop down in a hidden corner. "Did Daisuke ever tell you how we first met?"

"He only mentioned the Digital World," he replied shortly.

"I see," I smiled fondly. "He was protecting me, as always. You see, I was once the Digimon Kaizer, ruler of the Digital World. I was feared that world over."

I watched him as I explained what I had once been. He didn't seem to believe me, so I dug out an old friend. "What do you think of my whip, Mr. Motomiya?" His eyes widened as I snapped the leather cord. "It still seems flexible enough."

I performed a few tricks with it; effortlessly breaking bottles and smashing cans with the little leather flap on the end. By now, he was sweating. I smirked, "I see I haven't lost my touch. Now, let's go."

Before he had the chance to ask where, I opened the portal. We arrived in my desired locale. I was attired, and rightly so, in my trademark Kaizer jumpsuit, glasses, and spiky hair. It suited what I had planned perfectly. Stingmon did not seem at all surprised by the transformation, but Mr. Motomiya looked shocked.

"I had hoped to leave this behind me, Mr. Motomiya, but your treatment of your son," I sighed theatrically, "was enough to resurrect the Digimon Kaizer. I hope you are pleased with yourself."

He was silent, staring straight ahead, pretending to ignore me. I almost expected him to give me his name, rank, and serial number. I felt a spark of irritation only, a sure sign that the spore within me was becoming active again. I shrugged. There would be time enough to recover later, after this bastard had been taken care of.

"Stingmon, please take out guest over to the tree. I think the time has come for his punishment." Stingmon nodded once, and took Mr. Motomiya over to the tree that was large enough to crucify him. The Digimon tied him into a Y-position, and stepped back, crossing his arms intimidatingly.

I sauntered over, coming to stand before my prisoner. I cocked my head at him, "Are you scared yet?"

He let out a string of curses, rather inventive for a man of his averageness. "I am impressed; I don't think I've actually thought of putting it =there= before. But you know, I am honor-bound to give you a way out of this. All you have to do is agree to apologize to Daisuke, turn yourself in, and get a lot of counseling."

I watched him hang silently for a few minutes. "What is your decision?"

He shot me a look of contempt, "I don't think a homosexual =kid= has the guts to hurt an adult."

I nodded coolly, "I thought that might be your answer."

And with that, I started to whip him. Never touching the skin, just using the whip to cut the shirt off of him. By the time the tattered shirt was lying on the parched ground, he was shaking like a leaf in a storm. His skin was pasty and slick with sweat.

"Do you understand now? You do not have the right to beat your children," I lashed him across a shoulder, raising a welt. He winced, startled by the pain. "You do not have the right to rape your son because he is gay, and you want him to be straight."

I cut him across the chest this time, leaving a thin stripe of blood. I tried to relax; I wanted his torture to last for a long time. If I got too worked up, I might kill him, and that would be pointless. I gave him several "light" lashes, none of them breaking the skin, only causing pain. "I am very skilled in the art of torture, you know. We could be at this for days."

He whimpered then, his eyes round and rolling like a scared horse. The rocks rang as I laughed at him. "Oh, this is just the beginning, Mr. Motomiya."

I whipped him again, drawing blood for only the second time. He flinched, tears starting to flow down his cheeks. "Whipping you is only the aperitif. I plan on making this last all the way through the after-dinner brandy and coffee."

I stopped for a moment, twitching the whip at my side. My captive was panting, totally terrified. Perhaps it was time to move on to the appetizer. My whole manner became one of polite conversation. "As you seem to be so =fond= of rape, I thought you might enjoy this."

I gestured off to my right, and my prize lumbered out. A Minotauromon. "This Digimon is a Virus type. He thrives on torture and this kind of thing. Do you think you'd enjoy being raped by him?"

I watched his response. His whole body spasmed, and I thought for a moment he might faint. But he didn't in the end. I was gratified by that. He was stronger than I'd given him credit for. This would be more interesting than I had thought. My face turned angry again, "However, even =I= have my limits. I would never stoop to using that form of torture against a person. You are something even worse than I am."

I raised my whip to strike him again, this time across the cheek. I meant to scar him with this blow, so he never forgot what he did to Daisuke.

"Stop! Don't do it, Ken!"

I turned towards the sound of the voice, and dropped the whip in surprise. It was Daisuke, riding Raidramon. He didn't look at all happy.

To be continued….