Kaito woke up. He looked around to see that he was in a abandoned factory. His hand went up to scratch his head when his hand brushed against something. He had a hose jabbed in his throat. He tried to scream but no words would leave his mouth

“Glad you are awake Kumon” it was Kota and he was covered in blood

“Welcome to the Orange Juice Factory” Kota said in a sinister voice, grinning wickedly. After a while Kaito managed to talk.

“What the hell are you doing Kazuraba” he croaked, pain seering through his neck. The wicked grin on the Gaim member grew bigger. “Well I thought it was obvious Kaito…I am making blood orange juice and there is one ingredient missing” Kota said. “And that is?” as soon as the words left his mouth Kaito regretted asking as Kota pushed a button on a machine which started to drain the blood. Kaito emitted the most blood curdling scream which made the orange rider laugh.

“What’s the matter Kaito..I am only taking your blood to mix in with the orange juice” he laughed. He looked at Kaito as the machine pumped the blood out of his body. “Isn’t it amazing how a seemingly innocent guy can be…pshycotic” Kota said. Kaito glared at him. “That’s funny..Takatora glared at me the same way when I drained him of his blood” Kota said. He watched as the Baron rider grew paler and paler. “Bye bye Armored Rider Baron no one will miss you” that was the last words Kaito heard before he died.

((Should I continue this fic?))