Gurenge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

Beneath the floors of Masamune’s estate, a demon resided, wrists and neck enclosed in heavy metal cuffs, kneeling slumped on the ground, silent and unmoving.
 
Masamune moved to where this demon was hidden while Megohime rested and Kojurou was away on errands. He had been working with this girl for a while now.
 
The only thing that moved when Masamune entered the room was the demons head, bright gold eyes following the man as he came closer, her face mostly hidden by long messy hair.
 
The demon watched the blood drip from his wrist, her cat-like pupils becoming thin, baring her pointed teeth at him. As like every time before, she refused to drink from his blood, remaining still where she was.
 
A wad of spit landed at Masamune’s foot, the demon woman glaring up at him with hatred burning in her glowing eyes, defiance in every cell.
 
He felt sharp teeth dig into his wrist, sinking down to the bone as she choked on the blood that ran down her throat, but she would soon release him. She tried to push away as a scream escaped her, angry red and black veins covering her body as his blood invaded her own, making her eyes widen in agony.
 
She slumped forward on her hands and knees, chains rattling as her body shook with pain, breathing heavy and uneven. Long claws dug into the stone floor, leaving deep marks as she vomited up pitch black substance, black splotches appearing over her body. Her screams were choked out as she collapsed to the floor, her left leg turning a similar pitch black, oozing away and detaching from her body. One would think she died from how she lay still on the floor, but after a moment, she moved, then the leg that had rotted away quickly began to regenerate.
 
She spat out a few more mouthfuls of black, inky substance, slowly pushing herself back up onto her hands and knees, body heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “Vile.” She muttered, picking her head up enough to glare at him with a burning hatred. “Purely vile.”
 
Jin glared at the floor as she listened to Masamune wrap his wrist, smelling the air lightly. She could still smell Kojurou, but she could tell he was spending less and less time at the estate, at least he was still alive and human.
 
Her eyes shot to him, and she stared at him through her hair again, almost angrily, almost desperate. “Don’t speak of him.” She forced out through her teeth.
 
She clenched her fists, hating how he referred to Kojurou as his pet, and hating how he was right. She turned her head away and gnashed her teeth. “Typical of someone who enjoys keeping pets.” She said lowly. Of course she was able to smell Megohime too, she could smell each human and demon within his home.
 
“I am not your pet, demon.” She said lowly, shooting him another glare, though she had little argument while she was chained up.
 
“You seem to enjoy it.” It was true, she truly was just some test subject, only kept alive by sheer luck at this point, but she doubted she would be able to withstand much more of Masamune’s blood.
 
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