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from the edge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

The meeting was concluded there, and Kaguya felt dread as she was picked up again, but didn’t utter a single word. She still couldn’t see where she was or who was around her, keeping her mouth firmly shut.
 
The poor woman already looked like she had been through enough, beyond a mess and already covered in scrapes and bruises. Even her clothes had stains of blood on the back of her hadajuban and on the bottoms of her tabi.
 
She was uncomfortable on Hakaku’s bony shoulder, sure a bruise had formed across her hips from him carrying her over his shoulder for so long. She felt them move inside, feeling the relief of shade on her peeling sunburnt skin as they entered the room Hakaku would use to interrogate her in.
 
Kaguya was so tired of being practically dropped onto the floor, body aching in pain everytime it happened. “Find him yourself.”
 
It was true that Douma was hard to see if not a full member of the Eternal Paradise religion, but sometimes he would leave to places even she didn’t know the whereabouts of. “No.” She forced out through her teeth, room black with the blindfold on.
 
She didn't see him move, couldn't even if she wanted to, but she felt the back of his hand connect with her cheek at full force amd it scared her half to death before she registered the sting.
 
The force knocked her to the ground with a solid grunt, too shocked by the sudden strike to even cry out. With how her arms were tied behind her back- wrists to elbows -it made it so she had no way to stop herself from falling, landing painfully on her arm.
 
“If you think.. I went though everything I did to reach here and give up.. you’re a brute and an idiot..!” Kaguya felt tears be absorbed into the cloth around her eyes; there was no way she’d break down now, not after everything she had endured, she wouldn’t let it all be for nothing.
 
"You're protecting him for nothing! He will consume you once he grows bored of you!" He stated. But she could see Douma's kind smile as he looked at her, hear him tell her he loved her.
 
Kaguya turned her head away the best she could on the ground, pressing her lips together to keep her trembling lower lip from showing. What loyalty could a demon earn from a human, or perhaps she was under threat of something? Either way, a soft knock came at the door, one of the kakushi bringing Hakaku the tools and other objects he had requested.
 
Kagaya held her tongue, saying nothing even though she was terrified, body shaking slightly.
 
"Fine." He said and pulled a thin switch from the tools he had. This one was more fine with a pointed tip and he snapped it hard against her back.
 
Kaguya cried out, jerking forward as the thin rod connected with her back, pain blooming over the already tender flesh of her back.
 
"You're disgusting." Yoichi hissed, "A disgrace to the Slayers."
"Shut up. I didn't ask for your opinion." Hakaku said before whipping Kaguya again.
 
Kaguya cried out with each strike, fists clenched tight and her body shaking. Her old gashes reopened, and new ones formed, her bruised back accumulating more bruises and gashes.
 
By the time his other arm tired out as well, Kaguya’s back was a bloody mess again, the poor girl shaking and crying on the floor in pain. Why wasn’t the other man helping her? Could he not interfere? She wished she was back home, wished that this was all some long awful nightmare.
 
"You're awful quiet, Yoichi." Hakaku mocked. Yoichi looked beyond angry, fists clenched.
"I'm only here to make sure you don't go over board with your questions."
 
Her dirty hadajuban was stained red with fresh blood, lower lip trembling as she let out weak whimpers and sobs. “I-I won’t tell you anything… So you might as well get it over with and kill me..”
 
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