He had wrapped the chains tightly around her, ensuring no chance at all of even thoughts of escape. “Disobedient..? I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me!” Her face was flushed with humiliation and anger. “I’ve endured your awful bedroom preferences without a word! I’ve endured the beatings you give me silently, and I’ve let you control even how I dress and appear willingly!”
“How can you expect me to abandon my family so readily..!?” She asked, staring at him in disbelief. There she went again, fussing over humans, pretending like their life had more meaning than as cattle for vampires.
Her heart was being twisted and torn, worried deeply about what he would do to her servants. Many had been with her for decades, and she always did her best to be fair and accommodating, almost as if she were caring for her own children, and that’s how she saw them. All of the humans on her land were dear to her, she helped them in anyway that she could over the years, and being unable to protect them was her greatest fear.
The pain of him pulling her broken finger from its socket was too much to bear, and a horrible scream was ripped from her once again, shaking as tears rolled down her face. She wouldn’t beg for forgiveness, she wouldn’t grovel at his feet, she refused to apologize. She did try to struggle away from him, but there wasn’t much give on the chains.
He liked to hear her cry out or even whimper in pain, finding a sick pleasure in it. She had first discovered that when he had marked her, biting so hard and violently into her shoulder it hurt for weeks after. Her sobs and cries echoed in the room following after each crack and crunch of her finger bones, and soon, both of her hands were a twisted and swollen mess, all ten fingers badly broken and mangled. She had no other choice but to suffer in the way he liked it, putting up just enough of a fight, all while obediently taking the punishment, she feared if he grew bored before he deemed her punishment over, he would go after her servants.
Surely she was hungry, she needed to heal her wounds, and without blood, they would simply remain how they were. Matsunaga also restricted the amount of blood he allowed her to ingest regardless of the situation, ensuring she would be weak and subservient.
“No.” She answered, still kneeling on the floor in the dark room.
Jin would fight him when he came to feed her blood, trying everything she could to refuse drinking the blood, but soon he got tired of her struggling, using a steel o-ring gag to keep her mouth open, feeding a tube down her throat and to her stomach so when it was time to feed her, he could do so easily.