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ergastulum. (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

“Of course, we can begin whenever you wish. She’s been prepared to start at anytime.” The second man said, only making Nana’s heart beat faster.
 
“Right away sir.” The man gave a bow, and the sounds of Nana’s muffled screams filled the room soon after.
 
No matter how much she screamed, they never stopped or even eased up, only continuing on as if she wasn’t even human. She didn’t know what they were giving her through the tube down her throat, or the IV’s in her arms, but she knew none of it was good. She couldn’t pass out, no matter how much pain she was in, and she found she couldn’t sleep either. She was given many painful shots, and she was even electrocuted, but she knew Motochika would be there soon, that he was going to find her and save her, just like last time.
 
As time dragged on, it looked like Motochika was less and less likely to show up. Was he not coming? Did he not care any more? Was he even looking?
 
No, Nana knew Motochika would never abandon her, but how long had she been locked up in there? Days? Weeks? It felt like years.
 
Eventually, she saw less of the doctors and more of an odd mute of a man. He was slender and tall and hid his face with a mask, only speaking in sign language and forcing her to fight.
 
Nana never knew what he was saying, she didn’t know sign language. She was often too out of it to try and argue about fighting, she merely did because the masked man would attack her if she didn’t fight back. Everyday she was injected with something that clouded her mind, and everyday she was subjected to tests and fighting.
 
To make things easier, when he wasn't training her, the man taught her sign language. He taught her that his name was Kotaro and he taught her the basics so they could communicate.
 
Nana was stuck in the same room for nearly twenty hours a day, with no natural sunlight, waiting for either Kotaro to return, or for more drugs to be injected into her. She tried her best to keep her mind clear, reciting names when she was alone, but day by day, she remembered less and less of the names she spoke; it was starting to get to her. Who was Ren? And Motochika? Only a faceless figure appeared in her mind, blurry and far away.
 
Nana looked up at Kotaro from her spot on the floor, her eyes looking empty, dead almost. She hardly spoke, only using sign language since the only one who spoke with her was Kotaro anyway. She had white streaks starting in her hair, either from the stress or the medication. “Are we training?” She signed, looking tired, dark circles under her eyes.
 
She stood with a nod, knowing he would start the lesson regardless if she wanted to or not. She stood in front of him, pausing for a moment before signing. “Would you be willing to kill me?” She signed with a blank expression on her face.
 
She only looked up to see his hands, not bringing her eyes up any further. “I cant remember their faces anymore, their names either, does that make me terrible? Were they really important if I’ve forgotten them so easily?”
 
Again, his hands didn't move for the longest time, "To you, at one time, perhaps. We all have something important to us that is lost to time. But in the here and now, their memory holds little bearing."
 
She almost didn’t seem satisfied with the answer, but who was she to argue? She didn’t even remember her name anymore, her past mere fragments of hazy pictures.

Megohime had been up late, drinking for a few hours as she worked, only working up a decent buzz, but knowing she wouldn’t be able to get work done if she went any further. Things were only getting more turbulent, and moving shipments was only becoming more and more dangerous.
 
“I’m almost done, just a few more things.” She said without looking up at him, her class of whiskey half empty, certainly not her first.
 
She sat for a moment before setting her pen down. “Alright, you’ve convinced me.” She said, picking up her glass and downing the rest. “Why don’t you drink with me?” She offered.
 
Megohime looked surprised. “You’ve never had a drink before?” She repeated. “Ever?”
 
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