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Megohime sat up, moving closer for him to examine her neck, which was already forming bruises in the shape of a hand. "Kojurou won't like this at all." She muttered, almost to herself.
 
She nodded and sat up, letting out a heavy sigh. "Lets get back to the estate, we have plenty of work to get done still, things are only going to get worse from here on out.."
 
They had driven this route dozens of times before, they never drove any specific route routinely, ensuring that heists or kidnappings could occur. Masamune's ears rung, his body aching and it took him a moment to realize that he was now laying on the roof of the car, which was now upside down. Megohime groaned beside him, shifting and picking her head up, looking dazed and confused.
 
"Wh...What the fuck...?" Masamune groaned before reaching to try and get the door open. The driver was dead, and they would be too if he didn't get them out.
 
Megohime had blood in her eyes, bleeding heavily from a wound hidden on her scalp, the both of them lucky to just have some scrapes and bruises. Was it luck though? Masamune could already see cars pulling up around the wreck, men filing out of the car to surround them. "Are you hurt..?" Masamune barely heard Megohime speak behind him, the ringing in his ears loud, his head swimming.
 
Megohime winced at the glass digging into her knees that she had to crawl over to try and get to the door. "Everything hurts, can't tell if anythings broken or not.." She looked to the driver, then looked away quickly, covering her mouth.
 
The second Masamune turned to help Megohime out of the car, something heavy slammed him head hard into the overturned car, making him see stars. He heard Megohime let out a scream of rage, but his body was no longer working like he wanted it to. Someone Megohime didn’t recognize had grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the car, raking her across the broken glass and out onto the road. “Unhand me!!” She demanded, trying to fight off her attacker, but she was quickly subdued and disarmed.
 
Megohime tasted blood, her head spinning, and then her vision went black, but she wasn’t unconscious. A black bag had been forced over her head, and soon she was forced into a car.
“Grab the Tag too, he said to take anyone who lived.”
 
Megohime struggled a bit, only to be punched hard in the gut, having the wind knocked out of her. Was this another attack from Motochika’s men? Had he really slipped so far?
 
Megohime ground her teeth in rage, but stayed quiet as told, trying to regain her breath as she traced the route they were heading- or at least trying to.
 
Megohime sat still in the chair, waiting and listening, unable to see anything besides the black bag pulled over her head.
 
Megohime squinted to fight the bright lights, a scowl on her face when she saw the men in suits standing before her. She said nothing, paying them no mind as she looked around for Masamune.
 
Megohime kept her eyes on Masamune for a moment, only satisfied when she saw him breathing. Looking back up at the men in front of her, she scowled silently, sitting in wait to see what they would do.
 
Megohime only responded by spitting the wad of blood and saliva sitting in her mouth onto his face, glaring back at him with hatred.
 
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