With each cut came more blood, leaking out from her flesh and pooling on the table beneath her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t scream. She could only lay there in agony as he cut her again and again.
The bandages stained red; would they need stitches? She couldn’t tell from the position she was laying in, unable to see the cuts, but she could feel them.
She didn’t want to look at him, and even though she couldn’t answer him, she opened her eyes. She put every ounce of hatred she could into the glare she gave him, wanting to convey her rage.
He picked her up, trying to be mindful of her new wounds, and took her back to her spot on the wall, "I'll get you a little bed to make these a little more comfortable~"
He chained her back up before he left for a moment, returning with some bedding and laying them beside her; almost at the end of her chain, "There we go~"
This would go on and off for days, Mitsuhide torturing Jin, both with her drugged and with her not. He video taped that too, making sure everything was on film.
He would cut her, he would strangle her to almost passing out, he would take his smallest needles and put them under her finger nails, all this he would capture for his own twisted amusement.
Jin did her best to endure every bit of torture he put her through, after all, it was just physical pain. Her body would grow battered but she still
Kept her wits about her the best she could, but only when he didn’t drug her, which wasn’t often.
When the torture wasn't physical, he would use drugs. Not ones she was used to with him already. Hallucinogens were his favorite, he liked watching her panic and sit in terror.
Jin would hallucinate horrible disgusting things; ghouls, bugs crawling on and under her skin, and sometimes the room would warp. This usually led to her vomiting and shaking uncontrollably, covered in sweat and frozen in fear.