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「RISE」(1×1 with Jikkah)

This required her wrists to be unshackled, two men with blurry faces keeping her arms pinned down while Motochika himself pressed the glowing brand into her flesh so hard it burned down to the bone. She lost consciousness after that, waking up still on the floor, only now she was laid with her face and chest to the cold stone, wrists and ankles now both shackled to the ground.
“...don’t want her getting pregnant..”
A voice she didn’t recognize swan through her ears, and when she let out a soft groan of pain and shifted, she realized that her belt had been undone, and her pants and underwear were now around her knees. Her hips were pulled back so she had her ass in the air, a humiliating position.
 
Motochika used her second entrance as he continued to violate her, not caring if he hurt her and getting so annoyed with her pained screams that he had to gag her. It was painful, excruciating, like she was going to be ripped in half if he didn't stop or slow down.
 
The pain hurt nearly as much as the branding, and the skin under the metal cuffs had rubbed raw after all the time she spent shackled, only aggravated more by the violent thrusts. He would grope her roughly too, pinching and twisting her nipples until it hurt. Everything was painful, from breathing with her broken ribs, to the throbbing in her forehead where she was branded, her fractured arm, and most of all where she was being violated. No matter how much she screamed and cried, he wouldn’t stop, and the gag in her mouth hurt her jaw.
 
It was like this for another long while, and she was alone in her cell when she heard a commotion in the distance. "Nana!!" It was Motochika, but he sounded more concerned than angry.
 
She flinched involuntarily at the voice, one that haunted her now, kept her from sleeping, made her nethers hurt when she even heard it. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing tears down her cheeks, almost trying to hide from him by simply shutting her eyes. Her back aches terribly from the awkward position they had locked her in, half knelt half laying on the ground, with her rear up in the air and legs spread for easy access. She could still feel Motochika’s warm seed spilling out of her and down her thighs, an uncomfortable pressure in her second entrance. He had forced something inside of her, left it sticking out of her, laughed and mocked her before leaving her with her shameful display. She started to cry again, choking out sobs against her dirty cloth gag, not wanting him to come back to assault her again. It hurt worse and worse each time, he humiliated her and mocked her pain, then took her roughly again and again until his seed came spilling back out of her.
 
His voice sounded closer this time, closer to the tiny stone room that had been her own personal hell for what felt like months- how much time did go by? No natural light made it in, and the only time there was light in the room was when Motochika came with a candle to light the single brazier in the room. She dug her broken and bloody fingernails into the ground, scratching at the stone hard, as if trying to dig her way to freedom, body shaking from her sobs. She prayed to the three Heroes that he wouldn’t touch her again, that someone within the church would find out he had been sneaking in and hurting her. She begged and pleaded silently, prayed and repeated mantras and passages that had been read to her over and over, just hoping he wouldn’t unlock the door and come in for the third time that day.
 
"She's over here, Motochika-sama!" That was Akihime's voice, she was with the Spear Hero, wasn't she? Was he here too? To save her?
 
The sound of a heavy metal door being pushed open made her flinch, hearing footsteps coming toward her but unable to see. She had been blindfolded without even having realized it, whimpering and shaking like a leaf. Had Motochika tricked Akihime too? Why would she bring Motochika to her, or was it the other way around?
Yukimura peered into the pitch black room, unable to see anything, even with the light of the torches on the wall just outside. The smell however was something easily detectable, even with a human nose. The room had stagnant air, and it smelled of damp and mold, an overpowering stench of rot and human waste making his eyes burn. Hearing muffled cries, he pulled a torch from the wall and hurried inside, only to stumble back out of the room seconds later, dropping the torch and falling on his rear. His face was pale, eyes wide and a look of horror on his face, unable to do much other than to clamp a hand over his mouth to keep from vomiting.
 
Akihime bit her lip and moved inside, "Oh God, Nana-dono!" She moved over quickly and carefully pulled the bottle from her, "It's ok, it's ok...you're safe now, Nana-dono..." She soothed.
 
Akihime could hear a muffled cry of pain when the bottle was removed, blood dripping down from where the bottle had been forced in, wether from the bottle or something else wasn’t clear. The bottle itself still had some potion left in it, the rest inside Nana, but it wasn’t labelled, so it wasn’t clear what it was. Where was he..? Where was Motochika? She only heard Akihime now, still blinded by the cloth wrapped around her eyes and forehead, tangled badly with her hair. She let out another muffled noise, trying to face where she heard Akihime, struggling and pulling with all her might. She had to tell Akihime that she was in danger, that Motochika was the one holding her here, she had to tell her before she too was imprisoned.
Nana scrabbled and thrashed like a trapped dog, only breaking her fingernails further on the stones beneath her, which were scored deeply and stained with blood.
 
"Hang on, hang on!" Akihime panicked and went to grab the keys to carefully unshackle her, careful of the wounds, "Do you want Motochika-sama?"
 
Her limbs were numb, and her movements jerky and awkward from being restrained in the same position for so long; atrophying, cramped, and numb. She flailed away from Akihime, trying to pull the wrap from her head, trying to free her eyes and making loud muffled noises.
“I-In here, Motochika-dono..!” Yukimura briught Motochika to the doorway, but refused to step inside.
 
"Nana-dono.." Akihime rose her hands gently, "It's ok...relax...we're here to help you. We were so worried when you didn't come back.."
"Nana!" Motochika moved to the door and Akihime shielded her quickly.
"She isn't decent, Motochika-sama!"
 
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Nana had gotten the blindfold off just as Motochika entered the room, her gag coming off next as she screamed in terror, crawling backwards into the wall. Her scream was awful, a guttural one, one that could only be compared to that of someone who was being murdered.
 
He frowned, obviously hurt and confused, "Nana?"
"Nana-dono..." Akihime blocked her sight and reached out to her, "It's ok...you're safe..." She noticed the brand and bit her lip, "The Devil of the Shield won't hurt you, I promise.."
 
Nana shielded herself with her arms when Akihime reached out to her, Akihime barely making out the words she was saying through her sobs and screams.
“No more, no more!” “I’m sorry, please, I’ll do better, I promise!” “Please no more, no more, no more!”
She was completely hysterical, shaking and sobbing, a puddle of urine forming beneath her on the stones.
 
Akihime frowned and held out her hands, palms out to Nana, "As a source of thy power, I call upon thee. Decipher the laws of nature and place my target into a deep sleep. Hibernation." She chanted softly and put Nana to sleep.
 
Akihime could see Nana struggle for a moment, then the light went out in her eyes and she slumped forward, forced into a deep sleep. Tears leaked steadily down her bruised face, head in Akihime’s lap, and even under a strong spell, begged softly for mercy in her sleep.
 
"Motochika-sama, please give me your cloak.." She asked softly. Motochika carefully moved over and handed it to her, watching as she covered Nana with it.
"Is...Is she ok?" He asked numbly. Akihime looked up and frowned.
"You should take her to a healer..." She said softly and he nodded, gently picking Nana up and leaving quickly. Akihime came out to Yukimura and ger face scrunched up before she sobbed and threw her arms around him.
 
Nana was so light and small in Motochika’s arms, much more so than before and in the light, he could at least see how horrible her face looked. Swollen and bruised over nearly every inch, both of her eyes were black, and one eye still swollen shut partially. The brand on her forehead was caked with blood and dead flesh, black in a few spots.

Yukimura held Akihime tightly, still fighting the bile that threatened to come up his throat. Seeing Nana in such a horrid state shocked and disturbed him deeply, and surely the church wouldn’t get away with what they had done.
 
"Oh my God, Nana..." He muttered and ran faster to get her to a healer. He couldn't believe he let his happen to her.

"Wh-Why, Yukimura-sama...?! Why would they do something so awful to Nana-dono...?!" She wept, clinging to him desperately.
 
Yukimura didn’t have an answer for her, he knew people could be awful, but this was far beyond that.
 
Yukimura nodded and together the two left, leaving the church as the city guards came in to take over control of the church.
 
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