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This stupid game played on for days, the only way they could keep Masamune under control when they couldn't watch him was to beat him unconscious. It was awful watching them do that to him, no matter how he struggled.
 
Megohime was left in the chair for days, having no choice but to keep her mouth shut unless asked something, progressively becoming more and more beaten.
 
Masamune would have bursts of anger and adrenaline when he came to, never liking to see Megohime in such a state. Katou forced him to watch them beat her, and Masamune almost succeeded in overpowering them until he was shot in the leg.
 
Megohime was slowly declining in health the more she was beat on, a few times losing consciousness. She sat slumped in the chair she had been stuck in the whole time, dazed and out of sorts, one eye swollen shut, her other eye unfocused as she stared ahead blankly. Blood dripping from her split lip, breathing slowly, clearly uncomfortable from the beating her ribs had taken.
 
"B-Boss..." Masamune didn't look any better, but he wasn't going to let himself croak. He had to get her out of here, "Stay awake, boss...come on, you're way tougher than these fuckers.."
 
Megohime had taken quite the beating, but the majority of it was to the head, leaving her dazed most of the time, barely able to respond to much. He saw her eye slowly move over to him, seeing him only as a blur on the floor, only giving a soft grunt in response.
 
"I'll get you out of here...promise..."
"Hey, dog." Katou moved over and grabbed Masamune by the hair, pulling the bound Tag up roughly before his men held Masamune up for him. "Wanna have a little fun today?" Katou moved to Megohime and Masamune glared.
 
Megohime did her best to follow Katou with her good eye, but her head was spinning hard that day. Was he going to beat her more? If he was she would likely black out again, she barely had any strength to sit up straight at that point.
 
Katou moved behind her and pushed his hands down her shirt and under her bra, groping her firmly with a sick smirk. Masamune thrashed hard, the two holding him firmly.
"You fucker!! I'll cut off your goddamn hands!!"
 
Megohime jerked a bit in her chair, seeming to be jolted back to reality. She made a weak noise, shifting in the chair, trying to get his hands out of her shirt.
 
"You're really soft, Megohime~ do you use lotion~? Body butter maybe~?"
"Son of a bitch!!" Masamune seemed to have a second wind, even without his celebrer he didn't seem to be affected by the withdrawls in his rage.
 
Megohime gnashed her teeth, giving another jerk in a feeble attempt to free herself of his grasp. “Fuck you..” She managed out through her teeth.
 
Megohime’s cheeks flushed, she she strained against the ropes keeping her to the chair. He was vile, a horrid man, just how low would he stoop? Was this even so he could get her business anymore?
 
Megohime refused to give in, wouldn’t plead for him to stop, wouldn’t cry; no tears came anyway. She simply clenched her teeth and did what she could to keep silent, Masamune’s screams and threats echoing off the walls as Katou has his fun touching her.
 
It went on like this for days, Masamune losing his voice from screaming so much. Katou, however, seemed to take great pleasure in all this.
 
Megohime remained completely silent, no matter where he touched her, or for how long, she never let a single noise escape her. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, only clenching her jaw so hard it felt as though her teeth would crack.
 
After a while, Katou seemed to get bored. He stopped touching her, instead just sitting and watching them. The gears in his head were turning, they could see that. He was trying to come up with what to do next.
 
Megohime had no more snide remarks for him, not after Masamune’s life was threatened, now all she did was glare hatred at him, sitting silently in her chair.
 
"Alright, well, I think we've dicked around enough." Katou said and stood, grabbing Masamune's katana. He gestured to his men and thry pulled Masamune to his feet. The withdrawls were kicking in now, and he was tired.
 
Megohime picked her head up, eye widening when she saw that Katou was holding Masamune’s katana. “F.. Fucking put that down..! Don’t touch him...!”
 
Megohime jerked in the chair so hard she nearly toppled over, angry tears spilling down her cheeks. “Keep your fucking hands off of him!! Get the fuck away from him!!” She was starting to slip, panic setting in quickly; flashes of the terrified citizens going through her head. Not again, not Masamune, not like this. “Masamune, get up! Get up now!!”
 
Masamune only managed to lift his head, his eye half lidded and tired. Katou looked over the blade, purposely wasting time.
"Sorry, boss..." Masamune muttered, "I'm real damn sorry..."
 
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