Heightened Sense Of Hearing

Mika found herself in the middle of a velvet-clad hallway, studying the soft fabric of the walls and floor as she made her way to room 23. Inside, she could hear the various sounds of adults making rough, steamy love. Her eyes narrowed in discomfort, carefully peeking inside as to confirm her suspicions. Before her were at least ten female prostitutes, each twisting their bodies as they endured the rough pleasure being forced upon them by much larger yakuza members, shouting derogatory words as they performed. She carefully closed the door, shuddering uncomfortably as she made her way to the end of the hallway.
"Looks like the Bara-gumi were right. I better tell the folks when I return. Shit, I should have made a bet and won some money."

Her curiosity led her to an open door, peeking inside as to see what other kind of scandalous activities were taking place aboard the yacht. Inside room 46, were seven yakuza bosses, including Ninagawa Charlotte. The group burst into loud laughter, slamming down shots of tequila as if it were a nightclub party. She let her back slide down the only piece of cover keeping her hidden, the wall between room 46 and the hallway. Her ears could make out their sentences perfectly.

"I expect nothing less from the beautiful Charlotte! Well played, Bara-gumi!"
An older gentleman with a gravelly voice hooted and hollered as he downed yet another shot of tequila.

"Please, Tetsu, you give me too much credit. Though, I suppose killing Natsuki was a blessing we all needed. That rotten bitch was tainting our reputation as proud yakuza."
Charlotte snorted a line of white powder from a prostitute's breasts, letting out a harsh sigh as the drug took hold of her body.

"I'm going to miss her face, at the very least. Natsuki was a damn hot woman. Well, I hope she's enjoying hell."
Another man sniffed the remaining drug off the woman's breasts, leaning back as he gazed at the ceiling.

Mika wasn't sure who this Natsuki person was, but she could gather enough information to conjecture a conclusion. Natsuki had to have been a rival yakuza who crossed Charlotte's path of total domination; thus, ending her life. She felt as if she had heard enough. Mika rose to her feet, straightening her dress as she stepped away. Her face collided with something solid, knocking her to her bottom. Looming over her was Yamamoto Daisuke, leader of the Naraku-gumi, wearing his psychotic, calm smile.
"If it isn't the pink-haired puppy. You've been causing my group quite a bit of trouble. Mind stepping aside to chat with me?"

Mika froze. She gulped quietly, noticing the glistening barrel of a pistol by his hip. She desperately wanted to call for Charlotte, who was just a few feet away out of view, but she knew the second she did, her life would be cut short. She nodded her head.

"Excellent! I have a private room down the hallway, just for the two of us~"
Daisuke's eyes narrowed wickedly, his sinister smile put Mika in a state of panic. There was something beyond simple torture that lay beneath his gaze; it was something far more traumatic.

He grabbed Mika by her hair, tugging her out of sight from the rest of the yacht. Daisuke locked the door behind him, pointing his pistol directly between Mika's eyes.
"Now that we're alone, let's chat. If I recall correctly, you slaughtered four of my men the other day, yes? Such a shame; I loved them dearly. All you had to do was die like a good little puppy, but now it's too late."
He unsheathed his flame-patterned tanto blade from his waistband, resting the tip against Mika's torso.

"Did you expect me to just lay down and die? Your men were sloppy, getting killed by a dog, like me."
Mika's eyes glued to the tanto resting dangerously close to her heart.

"True, they were sloppy. But I certainly didn't expect you of all people to possess such skill. Allow me to make you an offer, puppy. Come work for the Naraku-gumi, and I'll give you all the power and wealth you could ever imagine. I'm sure you won't miss Charlotte, am I right?"
Daisuke slowly sliced the fabric of her dress downward, revealing her now exposed torso in the dark room. The tip of his blade rested against Mika's bra strap.

"I say, go to hell, Daisuke. I have unfinished business in the Bara-gumi. A little bit of nakedness and a gun to my head aren't going to make me submit."
Mika angrily spat her bubblegum into Daisuke's hair.

"You don't get to call me that! My name is Yamamoto-sama to you!"
He slashed Mika's dress off her body, leaving her in nothing but a pair of white panties. Instinctively, Mika covered her exposed chest, crawling backward on the bed until her back hit the wall.

"What the hell?! You're a sick, twisted pedophile! Get away from me!"
Mika reached for her revolver resting against her lace fabric garter belt.

Daisuke shot a bullet in her thigh, causing Mika to shriek in agony. She quickly clutched her gushing wound, watching as the blood seeped onto the white sheets below her.
"Fuck! Agh, damn you! Son of a bitch, that hurts!"
Mika howled curses as she wrapped the bed's pillowcase around her bullet hole.

Daisuke stepped forward, dropping his pants to his ankles. Mika could make out the unsightly outline of a bulge in his underwear, and the thought of what was about to happen made her stomach churn. She used the last of her strength to crawl off the bed, leaving a trail of blood as her body scraped against the wooden floor. She couldn't believe that she was about to be raped yet again, thinking those days were left behind in her past life as a vagrant.

"Yamamoto-sama, wait! I'll be a good girl! I'll join the Naraku-gumi!"
Mika held her hands in front of her face, trying to fight off the grip that Daisuke had around her waist.

"You missed your opportunity, puppy! Now, bend over like the toy that you are! I'm going to rip your head off while you scream!"
Yamamoto inched closer to her core, trying to tear the remaining layer between his hands and her privates.

Mika's eyes filled with tears as she tossed her head backward, letting out yelps of distress as she looked up at the nightstand that stood inches away from her. She could see a landline telephone amidst the darkness of the room. Quickly, she slammed the handset against Daisuke's nose, shattering his bone into hundreds of pieces. His body flew backward and screams of pure anguish filled the room. Using her moment of distraction, her mind was screaming at her:
Choke him! Choke him! Choke him!

She immediately wrapped the cable of the telephone around Daisuke's neck, clamping his limbs down like a koala bear. He gurgled loudly as white and red foam sprayed from his mouth. The tanto blade that rested in his hand dropped against Mika's open wound, causing her grip to falter from the intense pain. Daisuke used her millisecond of distraction to elbow her in the temple, rendering her unconscious.

Daisuke unraveled the phone cable from his neck, rubbing the tender flesh with his calloused hands. He wore an evil smirk, stepping closer as his fingers dug into the fabric around Mika's hips.
"Game over, puppy."

Suddenly, a bullet caused the handle of the door to explode in every direction. Daisuke had no time to react, freezing in place as his hands remained attached to Mika's bloodied underwear. Entering the room was Ninagawa Charlotte, dragging on the end of a cigarette as her gun barrel lined up with Daisuke's eyeball. The veins on her forehead looked as if they were about to burst open from exasperation.
"Hands off my dog, Daisuke."

His eyes widened in horror. He quickly removed his grip from Mika's privates, tossing his hands over his head. His body shook violently, and he could feel sweat rolling down every pore on his face.
"C-C-Charlotte-sama! I was just... I mean, we were... Basically..."

Charlotte's eyes narrowed. She bit the end of her cigarette and gave Daisuke a cold, menacing stare.
"You know, I was never a fan of the Naraku-gumi anyway. And you know what I despise more than a lousy yakuza boss? A pedophile."

Within an instant, Charlotte unloaded all ten of her pistol's bullets into Daisuke's head, spraying large chunks of brain matter all over the quiet room. No matter how many times her trigger clicked, no more bullets came out.