It took us a while to explain everything properly? For whatever reason, Tsubasa is sitting with us in my house. Which is somewhat bothersome! Because I am totally fine with it but the ladies are kind of on edge.“Akito, brace for impact. Another trouble approaching.” (Masato)“Don’t say it. When you say it, it happens.”Whenever he predicts something bad, it really happens. I was already tired of hearing those. But what can I do?I just prepare myself and I hear the sound of doorbell.“I’ll get it.” I go to see who has come. I walk through the long hallway and open the door. It’s Monga. Je has Rachel with him.“How did you know I was here?” “Fool. You said it yourself. I am here to visit you.” (Monga)Ahh…. I told everyone that I would be with Masato. So this is the only possible place.I bring them in. “Yo! I thought you’d never come. (Masato)“I came. I heard that Akito bought this house. But why did you sell so cheap?” (Monga)“I have plenty of money. I don’t need more.” (Masato

I know this will sound kind of weird but I will tell my backstory first. Because, the author can’t unravel it little by little and telling it will help prevent any misunderstandings. Everyone is gathered here. All the related and unrelated people are here.So where to begin? I think and I should start from the very beginning. Of course not everyday but a summary from my past would be better. I will be the narrator.My birth was normal. I think it was normal. The earliest memories I have are of my parents. But that’s not something so memorable.My parents more or less unqualified to raise a child. Why did they decide to give birth is a mystery? Even I haven’t figured it out.It was probably when I was four, my father hit me. And not just hit, he HIT me. Imagine, a four year old being slapped at full force by an adult. It wasn’t so nice. Worse than that was that my mother was cheering him on.My mistake was that I had eaten a candy. I got that candy from someone but I can’t remember who

I won’t bore you saying anything about how my parents ran off on me. They just ran off with my every single penny. I was penniless in every sense. When I was wondering what to do next, the loan sharks came. And I was taken to their boss.Some crazy things happened and I was to be married to his daughter. I tried to delay it and possibly break it however Mona spilled cold water on my plans.I thought she would flat out reject me and I will be free to leave on the condition that I pay the money. I was fine with paying the loan back yet Mona chose to marry me which made things even more complicated.After the registration, I handed the registration papers to Mona. She is free to do whatever she wants with it. I only kept the plant that we got. It was a Cherry tree. I can’t let the tree die.We were taken to our new house but I didn’t feel like sleeping in that house. I used a tree branch as my bed.I know I skipped a little there. But it really was nothing more than Mona’s mother and me

It has been 2 weeks since I became a captive. Every day has been full of torture. Not day but night.I was treated normally during daytime and was given free meals. I even became friends with the macho dudes. But at night, they helped Margaret torture me.The torture methods varied. The first day was light torture. And it kept escalating. Last night, I was shocked for two hours. The tingling sensation made my body numb. I would have died if the voltage was higher.Before that, they beat the living hell out of me with metal bats. My ribs were almost broken. But my bones are cracked more or less.I was able heal pretty quickly and my pain tolerance has improved. They stabbed me and gouged my body with knives as well.Looking back at those, I feel that I have grown. I didn’t even scream which made Margaret kind of mad. “Dude, are you really human?” One of the macho dudes asked. “I am a bonafide human.”“You don’t seem human to me. No one has survived more than two days. But you are in

(Mona POV)Akito, my husband, is telling us his past experiences. How he was and how his fate was a joke. He told us all of his misfortunes and it sounded like self-mockery.It is true that his life was not easy. His parents didn’t love him. He had to fend for himself and then he was sold to the government to be a Guinea pig. I can’t say I sympathize with him or feel his pain but his experiences are not normal. How can one man suffer this much?After his survival from that experiment, he started working only to find himself knee deep is debt. His debt became the reason for our marriage. My father was the lender and his family, unbeknownst to him, was the debtor. After our kind of one sidedly forced marriage, he left. My mother drove him away like she was afraid of him. It was all a mystery until he started to reveal the truth.His experiences only get worse. He went to Egypt in a cargo container. He survived there by eating garbage. He was finally settling down when he was targeted