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from the edge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

She would’ve cried if she could, too dehydrated to shed tears anymore. She nodded her head, refusing to tell him anything, she wouldn’t give up Douma’s secret to such a person.
 
Kaguya was shocked, expecting him fully to let her die, but she didn’t refuse the water. She drank every drop he poured into her mouth, wanting to take the gourd from him and guzzle every drop. This would be hard if she was this stubborn, maybe it was time to throw her out in the sun? She’d certainly prove an issue if she’d be willing to die for her master- but how much pain could she endure for him?
 
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Kaguya had been hog-tied for so long, her legs barely held her up when he did so, half stumbling half being dragged to the door. “Where are you taking me?” She demanded. “What are you going to do to me?”
 
Kaguya once again looked confused, was this a trap of some sorts, why would going outside be any kind of threat? If anything, she could more easily call for help outside. “I won’t tell you.” She said, barely able to stand on her own.
 
He made a noise and dragged her out, pushing the door open and allowing the harsh light to blind her briefly before he put her in the sun. They were in the middle of no where, so calling for help would prove difficult.
 
Kaguya winced at how bright it was, having to squint to let her eyes adjust. Nothing happened, she sat in the sun only looking dazed and confused, it only seeming to bother her eyes. She truly wasn’t a demon, but then why were her ears small and pointed, had they been cut to be so? And that didn’t explain her lack of pigment- maybe she had a form of albinism?
 
Even so, what was a human doing cohorting with a demon? He huffed and hauled her back in, dropping her in front of the hearth and getting it going before dropping some bread in front of her.
 
She didn’t refuse the bread, her stomach growling painfully at the sight of it. Even with her wrists bound behind her back, she wormed forward and bit into the bread, too hungry to care how pathetic she looked.
 
Kaguya avoided looking at him, mouth full of bread, her chewing slowing as she seemed lost in thought. People went missing all the time, and people left the temple grounds all the time. Did she care? She never let herself think about it, justifying the killings she knew Douma had committed. She swallowed hard and took another bite of bread, refusing to answer.
 
Kaguya wouldn’t tell him anything, no matter what happened, she wouldn’t tell him a single thing about Douma. She held her conviction firm, heart racing as she stared hard at the floor, eating in silence.
 
She stopped eating the bread off the floor immediately, eyes going wide as he started to undress her. “Stop it! Don’t touch me!” She kicked and tried to roll away from him, the sleeves of her kimono bunching up at her wrists tied at her back, her face flushing red in embarrassment as her underclothes were exposed. Was he going to force himself on her? The thought made her want to sob, but she fought as hard as she could in her weakened state.
 
She in fact didn’t settle down, kicking as hard as she could at his ankles and shins, trying to scoot away from him. She didn’t choose anything, she just wasn’t given much of an option. “Let go!”
 
Kagaya let out a whimper when he stepped on her back to pin her down, hearing her kimono tear before feeling it give way and be pulled away from her wrists. Now only in her susoyoke and hadajuban, her struggling stopped, body rigid with fear as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly.
 
Kaguya’s arms were numb, managing to get them to her side and attempt to crawl out from under his foot. “Let me go..! I don’t know anything!”
 
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