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Unravel (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

She was suddenly forced to the ground as she was tackled roughly by one of the ghouls. The others moved over and started wailing on her, laughing the whole time as they kicked and punched her.
 
Each blow that landed on her head made her teeth rattle and stars dance in her vision, she tried to protect her head from them, but only ended up getting her broken arm kicked and punched. The heavy blows that landed on her sides and back hurt, making her wheeze and cry out with every hit; and the ghoul on her back keeping her pinned made it hard for her to breathe.
 
They didn't let up for what felt like hours, the pain was immeasurable. When they finally grew tired, they finally let her up and dragged her back to the van, "That was really fun~"
 
Nana couldn’t even walk, her legs ached from running so hard, her head was spinning, and she was sure she had a concussion. She only made faint noises of pain as she was dragged back across the rough ground back to the van. Was this it? We’re they finally going to kill her?
 
Nana’s vision was constantly blurred now, one eye black and swollen, and blood trickling from her scalp where the skin had split. She would fade in and out, unable to keep her thoughts straight anymore, only thinking of Motochika.
 
This routine continued for a long time before they finally stopped and crowded around her. She was half dead already, covered in bruises and dirt.
"She's ready. Her meat is real tender now."
 
Everything hurt, every bone and muscle ached, and she was covered in filth. Dirt, blood, seed- she had been covered in all of it. Her arm hurt the worst of all, skin swollen and tender from infection, bone still broken and out of place. She was so tired she couldn’t even cry as she laid sprawled out on the dirty floor. She had been humiliated, bruised, violated- and she was still trapped like a rat. No matter how hard she struggled, it simply didn’t matter.
 
"Pick something, clean it and dig in." She felt her legs scrubbed clean and their hands massaging her thighs. This was it. She was going to die and she didn't even get to say good bye to Motochika.
 
Nana mumbled weakly in protest, watching the ghouls work with increasingly blurry vision as she finally started to cry again. “Please stop...” She whispered.
 
They weren’t even going to kill her first? They were going to eat her alive? She started to cry harder, weak sobs shaking her body as she looked away, not wanting to witness what was to come.
 
The door to the van was ripped open and Motochika stood there, expression stressed out and furious. The ghouls looked at him and he looked at them before his eyes landed on Nana.
 
Nana didn’t look good, her uniform was stained with blood and their seed, torn and partially hanging off of her. Her shirt was unbuttoned and skirt ripped, scrapes and bruises covering every visible inch of skin. Her brain couldn’t register who was here right away, and her vision was partially blocked by one of the ghouls, but she was still alive and breathing.
 
Motochika grabbed the closest one and threw him out, halfway across the lot they were hiding in. The other two didn't really know what to do before they rushed at Motochika.
 
Nana was dropped like trash, arms still tied at the wrist. She stared ahead blankly, watching the two ghouls rush at the new person, was it Motochika? The tall figure looked like him, but her eyes were so blurry, she couldn’t be sure.
 
She couldn't really register what was happening, she could only see the movement but not who was making it. There was too much to take in and her head was still swimming.
 
Nana closed her eyes, too tired to try and keep them open. She was hungry and thirsty, so very tired.
 
Nana grimaced and forced her eyes open, letting out a soft moan as her eyes focused on the face in front of her. “Motochika..?” She mumbled.
 
Nana could barely shake her head. “I’m sorry, Motochika.. I don’t think I can..” She muttered. Her eyes were tired, heavy bags under them, and her skin was pale.
 
Nana stared up at him, studying his face, his wild black hair, quickly sinking into unconsciousness.
When she woke next, she was in the hospital, tucked into a hospital bed in her own room.
 
Motochika was slouched in the chair beside her, dead asleep with his arms folded across his chest. He must have protested a storm to be allowed to stay in her room; he was always so stubborn.
 
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