Continue - August 1962

August 28 1962

It was almost autumn.

As I gazed at the window, I sighed, realizing that this month Shiori had to be called to the basement. They wanted information on who the detective she was talking to was, because they had plans to capture him as well.

Shiori entered the room and asked, "Mayumi...how will we get out of here? Will Mitsuru find a way to get the police to arrest the Yakuza?" with a look of concern on her face.

I looked over her and replied, "Hopefully, he'll save us. There is hope." and smiled lightly at her, causing her to smile back, her distressed expression dissapearing in an almost instant.

That evening, after dinner, Hojo and his men had commanded Shiori to enter the basement, with me escorting her. When we arrived, Hojo was sitting in a comfortable chair, with Hina standing on one side and Miyako standing on the other. The Sanada group were also there, Yuuji with his back against the wall. After I was given a seat, Hojo told Shiori, "Takeda-fuujin, if you can comply and tell us who the detective you spoke with is, then we might reward you once you've suffered enough."

He snapped his fingers, and some of Hojo's men came towards her and stripped her of her beautiful kimono, as well as her underwear until she was only wearing her Japanese socks and sandals.

Asako managed to get some rope and tie up Shiori, and hang her down from the ceiling, causing her to squirm in embarrassment. Rumiko soon came over to her with a large red candle, and asked, "So, Takeda-fuujin, who's the detective you talked to about Yuuji's false ****?"

Shiori simply told her with a cross expression, "I will never tell you who he is." Rumiko smirked before she lit the candle and waved it over to Shiori's back. Hot red wax fell onto her skin, making her scream in pain.

"Tell me, what's his name? Is he handsome? Is he young?" Rumiko asked. Shiori didn't respond and just ignored her, making Rumiko spill some more candlewax onto her large breasts, causing Shiori to let out a more higher-pitched cry of sheer pain.

"Come on! Tell me!" Rumiko said as she smacked one of Shiori's large buttocks, making her gasp before she managed to say in a tiny voice, "Stop...stop it, please!" This made Rumiko angrier and poured more candlewax onto her buttocks, causing to Shiori to almost break down.

"Now tell me, otherwise I'll pour more wax onto your pussy!" Rumiko said before she aimed the candle at Shiori's pussy. Shiori had **** but to give in and tell her, "His name is Mitsuru Uesugi."

"Yes! Now we got our man's name! Sooner or later, when he plans to infiltrate this place, we'll capture him and make a fool out of him!" Eiichi said with a smirk as Rumiko untied Shiori, and let her stand on her feet, covering her face in embarassment.

That night, I could only watch in horror as Shiori was bathing alone, completely grief-stricken as Mitsuru Uesugi would be the next captive on the Yakuza's list. It might happen next month, or perhaps a month after that.

Please save us, Mitsuru.