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from the edge (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

She tried everything, tried pushing his foot off her back, tried scrabbling out from under his foot, but she wasn’t strong enough. She simply lacked the strength to do such a feat.
 
She felt her frustration building up, the humiliation, fear, and pain he was putting her through. She didn’t take long to tire, already weak from lack of food and water, laying beneath his foot and breathing heavily.
 
Tears immediately formed in her eyes, mouth opening in a silent scream as he body went rigid. The first thing she felt was the shock of the strike, then the overwhelming deep pain from the thin bamboo rod.
 
Her body would jerk reflexively with each strike, digging her nails into the wooden floor, letting out a cry with each hit, but she still refused to yield. Each hit from the bamboo stick left an angry red welt on her skin, each one quickly turning black and blue on her fragile skin.
 
She had never endured such pain before, had never had to. Her throat hurt from her cries, hoarse and forced, unable to control herself as she screamed in pain with each strike. Kaguya tried to curl up, but there was no protecting her from the blows, forced to endure each and every one.
Soon she would stop crying out, not even grunting as he hit her, body only jerking slightly when he struck her.
 
Kaguya lay slack on the floor at his feet, not responding to his questions, not even conscious anymore. She had lost consciousness briefly, brain trying to gather itself as she slowly regained consciousness again.
 
He huffed, "Fuck's sake..." He muttered before moving to tie her wrists together again, this time in front of her. "There. That should hold you for now."
 
The back of her hadajuban was stained red, some strikes having been delivered so hard her skin split open and bled. She lay dazed on the floor, whimpering weakly in pain.
 
He didn't really want to treat her wounds, but he didn't want her dying before he could get her back for more questioning. "What a pain."
 
She was a mess now, hair disheveled and bloody from her beating, clothes a mess; he’d have to ensure no one saw the two on their travels, or he might really be in trouble.
Kaguya’s body ached, back and ribs sore, it was even painful when she breathed. She looked around with blurry vision, eyes looking for her captor in a confused panic.
 
He moved over with a box and made a noise, "Stay still, I'm going to treat the bleeding. I don't want it to fester." He told her as he reached for her robe.
 
Kaguya’s only movement was her flinching when he reached for her, but she stayed where she was, squeezing her eyes shut. Her back was a mess, already black and blue, skin split open in several spots as she oozed blood.
 
He could hear her crying softly out of pain as he tended to her wounds, tending when he touched an especially painful spot on her back. She didn’t sling hateful words, didn’t try to get away from him, and she didn’t thank him either.
 
He cleaned it slowly and gently applied an herbal paste from the healers. It wouldn't have gone this far if she had just cooperated, he told himself.
 
Why was she going so far to protect a demon, had she made some kind of deal with them? There had never been an instance of humans aiding demons, let alone demons accepting he help of humans. Perhaps Oyakata-sama could get to the bottom of this.
 
He would have to wait for her to heal a bit before he could take her to the estate, and that was time he didn't really have. "What do you gain from hiding him?"
 
She said nothing still, staying on her spot on the floor. Renting or buying a cart would force him to take the main roads, which meant they’d run the risk of being seen- no, she’d have to make the trip on her own two feet. A days rest and she would have to start moving, this lead was too important to let it slip by.
 
With her one day of allowed rest time, Kaguya had improved slightly, but not much. She still refused to talk, and so it was time to set off for the Ubuyashiki estate. Her torn kimono was left behind, and her wrists were bound in front of her and toes to a length of rope for her to be led on, gag back in place so she couldn’t try to scream as they traveled.
 
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