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from the edge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

Kaguya spat out the gag when he untied it, watching him fearfully. “Let me go, who are you..?!” She demanded.
 
She looked even more scared when he said slayer, tears forming in her eyes. He was a killer then? Was he there to kill her? Kill Douma? “Please!! Someone help me!!” She screamed out again, this time unhindered by the gag. If she was going to be murdered, then she should at least be of use to Douma and try and warn him in her death.
 
The girl herself looked like a demon, pale skin and hair, with strange eyes and ears; she hadn’t proved she wasn’t human though. Kaguya winced when he covered her mouth roughly, letting out a whimper of fear. She stopped trying to scream- if she was a demon she could just attack him, but regardless, he could just wait until morning and drag her into the sun, he didn’t want to kill a civilian.
 
“I’m not telling a murderer anything!” Kaguya spat out, trying her best to sound strong, to sound like she wasn’t terrified, but she was shaking like a leaf.
 
“You said it yourself, you’re a murderer- a slayer!” Did she not know who or what the demon slayers were? Regardless, the girl looked like a demon, and the stench of blood rolled off of her. She had to be connected to the demons.
 
Kaguya stared at him in terrified confusion, as if he’d bust out laughing any moment and tell her he was only messing with her. There would be no such thing, so he was delusional then? “Why wouldn’t I be a human?” It was a cruel thing to say, she hadn’t made herself look how she did, she was simply born that way.
 
Kaguya had no answers for him, how could she have not noticed the smell of blood that clung to her? Was it because she spent so much time around Douma she had grown used to it? She looked away from him, her pointed ears burning in embarrassment. This was the first time she had ever been insecure about her appearance. “I haven’t done anything..” She muttered.
 
“I have nothing to say to those outside the convent.” Kaguya stated firmly; it was what Douma had instructed her to say if any authorities ever came poking around- she was not to say a think, and to allow Douma to do all the talking, however, he wasn’t here to do such a thing now. She stared at him firmly, still stuck on her side on the floor, lips firmly sealed.
 
“No.” She said, staring at him still. “If you had found my master, you’d have no need for me- that’s why you abducted me.” Well at least she wasn’t stupid.
 
Kaguya said nothing, keeping her mouth shut and watching him grow blurry as he moved out of her range of vision.
 
He did not return for days. Was Douma worried? Was he searching for her? There was a rule she couldn't leave, surely he had a search party going.
 
Kaguya was more thirsty than hungry, lips cracked and mouth so dry it hurt. She had tried several times to break free from her bindings, but only succeeded in rubbing her wrists and ankles raw. She had tried to scoot toward the door, but how she was tied made it hard to move much at all. Nights were frigid, and with no way to heat the hearth, she barely slept from the cold.
 
After a while, she heard him return and vaguely watched as he moved toward her. He crouched in front of her, gourd in hand, and he shook it gently to show it held water inside.
 
Kaguya’s eyes lingered on the gourd before she spoke. “Don’t want it..” She was lying, he knew it, and so did she. She wouldn’t make another day without water, having already gone two days without food or water, she was severely dehydrated.
 
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