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ergastulum. (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

Megohime scowled, clenching her jaw and trying to sit up and move away from him. Of course her situation would only worsen; her heart started to race, and she did her best to move away from him.
 
Megohime felt panic flutter in her chest like a trapped bird, struggling and kicking, trying to shake him loose and escape from his grasp. “Don’t fucking touch me..!” She snarled.
 
Megohime felt her skin split, shirt cutting easily and blood seeping into the white fabric. She bit back a cry of panic, kicking out at the man, doing her best to free herself from him.
 
She actually let out a pained scream, seeing white spots in her vision as the blade sunk into her leg easily. She clenched her fists and forced herself to sit up, slamming the cuffs around her wrists into his brow as hard as she physically could, feeling the adrenaline pumping through her veins.
 
Megohime’s face reflected her fear and rage as she was forced back onto her back, leg dripping blood onto the floor, and even then she tried to kick the man in the face. She wasn’t going to give up a single thing without a fight, even if it meant she ended up in pieces.
 
Megohime felt a sharp pain on her side, another cut opened up and leaking blood into her shirt, struggling hard against the two men. It was futile, even if she had her full strength, they far outweighed her.
 
She felt more blood, more stinging pain as he cut into her again and again. Tears of anger dropped down her cheeks, tears of fear and frustration, fighting as hard as she could against the two men.
 
Time seemed to slow as she watched her shirt cut easily by the knife, and once the knife found its way all the way through her shirt, she snapped. Time seemed to speed up as she jerked hard, managing her hands free from the second man, and snatching the knife from the first. The moments that followed seemed to go by in a blur, and when her brain finally registered anything again, she was on her feet, blood covering her hands. The first man was at her feet, throat wide open and gasping for air.
 
"Y...You bitch!" The other yelled and shot toward her, only to be stopped by a young man that seemed to just appear between them. He had a katana rammed through the man's stomach before ripping it out and letting him drop.
 
Megohime took a step back, nearly stumbling over the dying man on the floor, holding the knife out in front of her. “Another one..?” Her vision started to darken at the edges, and she tried to fight it. “Where did he come from..?” She tried to keep her thoughts coherent, but it was hard, the only sleep she had gotten in the last few days was from being knocked unconscious.
 
Megohime stared back at him, knife clenched in her shaking hands. “My body... it won’t move...” She tried to move forward to defend herself, but she didn't have the strength. “Shit... he’s going to kill me.. ah... he’s a Tag...” He could see from her unfocused eyes she was bound to drop at any moment, probably from the blood that was leaking steadily from her leg. She took a step forward, raising the knife, only to fall forward. “Fuck...”
 
He only watched her silently, a ghost of a scowl on his face. Was he waiting for her to strike? Was it because she was too weak? Why wasn't he doing anything?
 
Megohime felt heavy as she fell forward, watching the man in front of her. “Sorry dad... Mom..” Her vision was swallowed up by blackness.
 
Masamune caught her easy and made a noise before setting her down, prying the knife from her hands and doing a quick field patch up before bringing her back.
 
Megohime felt sick, barely managing to open her eyes, vision mostly a blur. Was she dead? It was so bright it made her eyes water, and it was warm, her body not hurting at all. She could see a faint outline, a man in front of her. The sounds of cars filled her ears, but they hardly registered, was she in a car? She let out a faint noise, closing her eyes again and sinking back into darkness.
 
When she finally came back to, she was in her bed, covered head to toe in bandages.
"Megohime-dono...!" It was Kojurou, looking relieved that she was awake, "Yogatta...we were worried."
 
Megohime blinked, one eye obscured from the patch over it to help her healing eye recover. “Kojurou..” Her entire body ached, but she wasn’t in any serious danger. Was she seriously back home? “Don’t tell me father actually gave them what they wanted..?” Her voice was a bit hoarse, but she could still talk.
 
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