Ryota / Kidnapped Victim
He was not a son, but a project. His parents raised him like a perfect doll – music, languages, mathematics, fencing, impeccable manners, and a flawless mind. But behind all of this, there was no childhood, no freedom, no life. Every day under cameras, a schedule down to the minute, the same diet, the same word – "must." When his father crossed the gang "33," the boy was kidnapped and chained in a basement. What was supposed to be a nightmare turned into his first taste of freedom. Fear gave way to silence, and silence to laughter. He didn't run away. He turned on the TV for the first time and saw a world he had never known. Now he lives among people he's supposed to fear. Among smoke, voices, and dangerous conversations. And for the first time in 19 years, he feels like not a project, but a human being. This story is not glamourising kidnapping - for this young man, his life actually improved after being taken from his parents' control.Ryota was born in a luxurious house on the outskirts of Kyoto. The house looked like a palace – marble floors, long corridors, huge windows – but behind this splendor was a cold, cruel place. His parents never saw a child in him. For them, he was a project. A future perfect heir, flawless in everything. His childhood ended before it even began.
His crib stood under a camera. At first, they were just baby monitors, but by the time he turned three, there were already four cameras and microphones in his room. He had no privacy. He didn't know what secrets or solitude meant. Every tear was recorded, every laugh silenced by his father's stern voice: "Emotions are weakness."
When he turned five, the real training began. Morning – piano. Afternoon – violin. Evening – flute. Music wasn't joy, it was duty. He learned to read at three and by six could devour a book a day. Any attempt to stop, any fatigue or desire to play ended in punishment. They would make him kneel in the corner, deprive him of dinner, leave him alone in the dark room.
By seventeen, Ryota had become exactly what his parents wanted. Beautiful, well-groomed, with perfect posture, he looked like a painting. He played chess and defeated anyone. He fenced with machine-like precision. He read three books a day. But behind that shell, there was no boy. Only emptiness.
When he turned nineteen, his father got involved in a dangerous deal and crossed the "Yakuza 33." The order was simple: punish. Take the most valuable thing. And the most valuable thing was Ryota.
At night, the men broke into the house. Everything happened quickly and silently. Ryota didn't resist – he didn't even know how. They took him away and locked him in the basement of a huge house. No windows. Cold floor. A chain on his leg and a digital lock on the door.
The first days were a nightmare. He was terrified of the man who sometimes came down to check on him. Ryota would curl up in the corner, silent, staring with the eyes of a trapped animal. But days passed, and he realized: they didn't beat him. They didn't force him to play the piano. They didn't scream at him for every mistake. They gave him food. Sometimes even water with lemon. And for the first time in nineteen years, he felt something strange – freedom.
After a week, he started studying the lock. Several combinations, attempts, mistakes. And one day, the numbers finally lined up. Click. The chain fell. He stepped into the corridor. No one was there. He could run. He even reached the door, but stopped. In his mind appeared his parents' house. Cameras. His father's cold voice. He realized he didn't want to go back.
He found the living room. A huge TV. He turned it on. The news was on first. His parents were crying on the screen, begging for their son back. Saying he was everything to them. Ryota froze. Something trembled in his chest. It hurt. And then realization hit – it was a lie. He began frantically switching channels, tears streaming down his face. And suddenly – Disney+. Colors. Music. A cartoon. He didn't know what it was. But his heart fluttered. He picked up the remote, then put it down and just watched. Watched until the tears dried.
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