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Unravel (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

Megohime let out a small whimper, unable to provide Akihime with an answer, more tears falling down her cheeks. “Fuck you..!” Was all she could manage.
 
Megohime’s eyes went wide, the feeling of Akihime’s lips against hers sparking something she had never felt before deep in her belly. She let out a muffled noise of surprise, a soft moan, face flushing deeply.
 
She pulled away slowly before moving off her, expression drunk and oddly love sick.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself~ I need to get home~" She let Megohime go and moved away.
 
Megohime scrambled to her hands and knees, moving away from Akihime, expression confused. The kiss had set off fireworks below her navel, had excited her more than she could comprehend.
 
Megohime stumbled to her feet and ran, leaving the gun behind in her haste to escape. She ran until her lungs burned, cradling her hand to her chest, already deeply bruised and aching deeply.
 
Akihime moved and picked up the gun, smelling it gently. She got Megohime's scent and another that she didn't recognize. She felt strangely jealous but ignored it. She would have to return the gun to her. She noticed something else on the ground and picked it up, seeing it was Megohime's phone. She smiled softly, she could put in her email and text her. She flipped it open and her look of lovesick bliss vanished.
 
The screensaver of her phone made bile rise in her throat, a face she didn’t recognize staring back at her. The picture was on Megohime and a man she didn’t know, the two of them grinning like lovesick idiots together, the moment captured clearly of a celebration, both happy as a lark.
 
Megohime’s vision blurred in and out of focus, watching the buildings pass by out the back of a car window. She murmured and tried to focus her eyes, head fuzzy; she remembered a hand on her shoulder, then a prick in her neck, then being in the back of a car. Her whole body spun, and she couldn’t keep her thoughts straight, needing to close her eyes from feeling ill.
 
Megohime couldn’t hold on any longer, eyes fluttering closed as she lost consciousness, unaware of the situation she was being dragged into.
Megohime was brought to the Tsukiyama estate, where she was washed thoroughly, and carefully wrapped in a silk cloth. It was wrapped around her shoulders and chest, entire abdomen left exposed as it wrapped around her rear and nethers, tangling in her legs. She was laid carefully out on display on a large marble pedestal, arms brought over her head to have her wrists shackled. Her ankles were shackled as well, stretched out fully, and finally a cloth blindfold tied over her eyes.
Just below the pedestal was a table and place setting, a glass of wine was poured- or what looked like wine -a clean plate, and a fork and scalpel.
“Please forgive us, Master Shuu, when we found her, she had already sustained physical damage.”
 
Shuu seemed rather unhappy. The bath had washed off every scent except Megohime's exceptionally human one, and he waved his hand.
"It's fine. There's still plenty unmarred meat."
 
“Of course, please, enjoy your meal, Tsukiyama-sama.” The ghoul bowed to him, leaving him in the privacy of his meal. Megohime’s long black hair had been carefully brushed out, only having bruises and scrapes on her skin except for her hand, which was clearly broken.
 
He sat down and bibbed a napkin into his collar to keep his shirt from getting stained, "Ah, mom cherie. You lived a good life, didn't you? And now, here you are."
 
Megohime had her back to him, the entirety of her back exposed to him, her only movement being from her shallow breathing. Such a shame that such a talented ghoul had burnt out so quickly and so unexpectedly.
 
Fresh blood dripped from the cut, flesh splitting from the scalpel like butter. It only took a few cuts before Megohime started to stir, a few groans coming from her as pain started to register in her brain, waking with a cry.
 
Megohime’s lower back burned with a sharp pain, unable to see where she was, and unable to move much in her restrained position. “Sh-Shuu..?” She sounded groggy and lethargic; on her side was the nasty scar of where he had bitten into her flesh the first time.
 
Megohime’s body went rigid from the pain of him cutting into her, a scream bubbling up from her throat. Her head was too clouded to understand what was really happening, and for a moment she thought she was back in the lab. The cold table beneath her felt so familiar, and the scalpel even more so. She almost started to beg for mercy, letting out a soft sob. “Fucking- you fucking bastard..!”
 
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