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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

The hair on the back of Amaya’s neck stood on end as she was strapped to the table. “W-Wait..” The words came out of her mouth without her thinking, trying to pull away from the table her arm was strapped to, covered in fresh blood. Were they planning on harvesting her for food? No, that didn’t make sense, they wouldn’t take her apart alive if they were, so why were they planning on removing her arm? The straps held her firmly in place, and her eyes moved to the man approaching with a rather large meat cleaver.
“Get the tourniquet on her arm, women always bleed out too fast.” He ordered the other man, stopping in front of Amaya and picking a good spot to sever her arm.
 
Another came over and wrapped the tourniquet tight about her shoulder, moving so he wouldn't be in the way. The saw buzzed to life and the ghoul moved carefully to amputate her arm.
"Stop." The saw jerked away fast and the ghouls moved to bow deeply.
"B-Boss! What are you doing here?! We have everything under control!"
"Of that, I have no doubt. However, this one is not for the fights."
 
Amaya was seconds from kicking the ghoul who planned on amputating her arm, knowing it would probably lead to her losing more than just her arm. She whipped her head around to see who had scared all the men so thoroughly that they stopped immediately what they had been doing. Another ghoul, great. He was probably the supervisor or boss the way everyone gave their respect to him, but why had he stopped them?
 
She was surprised to hear him speak Japanese- finally something she could understand. Mention of Matsunaga’s name caused her expression harden a bit however, his disposal of her still a raw wound. “Thanks.” She answered guardedly, unsure of where things were going or what he wanted from her.
 
Amaya stood in place while she was released from the straps, pulling her arm away from the table as soon as she was released. She was even more confused now, but figured surely this was better than losing an arm. “I take it this means you have different plans for me than the other humans you’ve bought?” She asked, watching him closely. She thought Yukimura was a tall guy, but this man would have easily towered over even him.
 
A pet? That left even more questions to be asked. She pursed her lips, frowning softly; for the time being, this option sounded much more favorable than losing an arm. “I don’t know how much my opinion matters, I’ll go where I’m wanted.” She said softly, feeling ashamed for taking his deal so quickly.
 
Amaya didn’t make him ask twice, following him out of the room, making sure to keep close behind him as they walked. For now she seemed to be in far less danger than before, but not much, and there was still the possibility that things would change. She had to think of a way to get home, and being obedient would give her plenty of time. A hollow feeling opened up in her chest. Sasuke was still captured, leaving only Yukimura to help her try and get him back. But how long did they have before Sasuke was disposed of, if he hadn’t been already? She didn’t like the thought.
 
He took her down a hall and up some stairs, down another hall before stopping at a room. "You will stay here. There is a bathroom and some clean clothing. But no windows." He watched her, as if he knew very keenly the reason for such a thing.
 
Amaya made sure to memorize the pathways they took, but made sure she didn’t look around too much as to raise any suspicions. “Thank you… This is all very kind.” She said, looking over the room before looking to him. “What am I expected to give in return?”
 
For now the deal didn’t sound so terrible, but regardless she didn’t like that her ownership was just passed to someone else. She didn’t want to be owned at all.
“I’ll do my best to meet your standards then, Yan-sama.” She said, bowing her head slightly to him. It was only a temporary thing, she was only complying until she saw an opportunity out. She still had to get home, even if Sasuke was dead when she got back.
 
She lowered her head again in a bow. “Thank you for your kindness.” She said softly, moving into the room to have a better look around. Sure enough there was only one way in and out of the room, making it feel more like a cage than a bedroom. All sorts of clothing hung in the closet, from traditional Chinese garb to modern clothing. It was a nice room all in all, fully furnished, yet it still felt lifeless.
 
Amaya went over every inch of the room, then did the same with the bathroom before moving to sit on the edge of the bed, trying to keep herself calm. She had only been there for not even a day, and already she had a small portion mapped out, but nothing that led to an exterior door or window, so surely she would get more chances to find proper escape routes. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting on the bed for until the door unlocked and opened, a single ghoul standing in the door frame. “Boss Yan said to take you to the doctors to-” He stopped himself, seeming a bit exasperated. “Boss Yan wants you taken to the doctor. Get you checked out and deal with those wounds.” He said, nodding to the shallow cuts on her arms. “Come with me.”
Amaya listened, giving a small nod as she followed him silently, the ghoul seeming just as happy to not talk either.
 
When they entered, the doctor attempted to speak Japanese to her, but it was incredibly broken and hard to understand. But it appeared to be a basic check up and wound treatment like she had been told.
 
The chaperone sent to escort Amaya did his best to translate between the two, trying to keep the check up as smooth as possible. The cuts on Amaya’s arms and legs were treated with an ointment and wrapped up with gauze; blood was also drawn along side a physical to check for any other injury or illness she might have.
 
Once more Amaya was locked in the room, a soft frown on her face. There was little else to do other than to shower and change into clean clothes. She knew a little more than before on the layout of where she was, but the doctors office didn’t have any windows either- another room that had only one way in or out.
 
Amaya sat and let her anxiety run wild while she waited. For several hours she was left alone, her thoughts running wild and almost sending her into a dark spiral. The more she thought about the circumstances, the harder it was to reason Sasuke was still alive. Matsunaga would not extend such a kindness as to keep Sasuke alive out of the kindness of his heart. Once his usefulness ran out, he would be disposed of.
 
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