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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

Megohime kept her head held high, refusing to look toward the men and give them any sort of reaction.
“C’mon, don’t be like that~ we won’t be too rough~”
 
Megohime jerked at his name, feeling the same anger building up in her chest. “Why don’t one of you stick their dick in through the bars and find out if I like it with teeth or not?” She said lowly.
“Oh~ hit a nerve did we~?”
 
“Not one of you fuckers would leave alive.” Megohime snarled over her shoulder, making two of the men chuckle.
“Ooh, I’m shaking already.”
“Worry more about what’s about to happen to you, sweetheart.”
 
“Eat shit.” She hissed, her hands still cuffed behind her back making her nervous, it made it that much harder to fight back.
“Think she has any bite marks from the cannibal freak?”
 
Megohime kicked her feet, trying to jerk away, but was thrown like a rag doll onto the floor, landing painfully on the side of her face and knees, trying to quickly sit up.
She felt someone’s foot on her ass, shoving her forward to press her face into the ground.
“Nah, this is a much better view~”
“Got your knife on you? Let’s get that shirt off first.”
“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Megohime snapped.
 
Megohime tried to move away, but a foot planted firmly on her head kept her from moving too much.
“Who cares if you cut her, she’s not gonna last long enough for it to matter~” He chuckled, Megohime biting back her panic.
 
"Ah, fair~"
"What is going on?" The doves panicked and moved away from Megohime as Akima came back in, "This is not what I told you to do with her."
"S...Sorry, Chief..."
 
She scrambled to try and get into a sitting position, humiliated and terrified, gnashing her teeth as she glared hatred at Akima. “All of you can burn..!”
 
Megohime tumbled into the cage roughly, once again struggling to sit up with her hands behind her back, but grateful to have gotten out of the situation unharmed.
 
Akima glared at all of then before leaving again, "There shouldn't be so many of you in here anyway. Get to work."
"Yes, Chief." They agreed in unison before they flooded out, leaving one to sit in front of Megohime and watch her. Any time she started to drift off, he would kick the bars or shout or whistle to keep her from falling asleep. Each "shift change", they did something different; one of them threw marbles at her while another tossed ice water over her head.
 
Megohime was cold and miserable after a few hours, sitting uncomfortably in the cage as fatigue weighed heavily on her. She did her best to stay awake as to not get anymore ice water poured over her head or marbles thrown at her, hair and clothes already soaked.
“Planning to kill me with lack of sleep?” She sneered, legs aching to be stretched.
 
"No, this is just the first step on your long journey of torture. I'm told that this would actually go against the Geneva Convention. Imagine that." He smirked.
 
“You’ll all suffer worse than Akihiko and Saburo did.” Megohime glowered at him, her hatred clear in her eyes. “I can’t wait to hear how you sound begging for your life.”
 
“Because if you fought him you’d all be dead right now.” She smirked, leaning forward. “Not even bones will remain once he’s finished.” She said lowly.
 
“I’m sure Akihiko and Saburo felt that way too.” She said, working to try and slip the cuffs around her wrists off.
 
“Oh, careful you don’t let your boss hear that~ wouldn’t want to get in trouble~” She mocked. “And you say that, but one little girl has a whole group of men so worked up they got her locked in a cage with handcuffs.”
 
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