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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

He shook his head gently, ignoring her now. The door opened and a dove walked in with a bowl of rice and chicken karage.
"Hungry?"
"Yeah, thanks?" The one watching her took the bowl gratefully, eating happily in front of her.
 
Megohime scowled and turned her back on the men, doing her best to ignore the smell of the food in the room, how long had it been since she had last eaten? It was hard to tell how long she had been trapped, no windows in the room, and the light from the hallway was always on giving her little indication of time either.
 
Megohime did her best to tune out their jeering, still fidgeting with the handcuffs around her wrists, even if they were on rather tight. Masamune would notice her absence right away, he was probably already looking for her- with any luck he would find her quickly.
 
Megohime glared over her shoulder, but didn’t test her luck to see if they’d actually remove her hands or not.
Two more shift changes later and Megohime was struggling to stay awake, hunched over and exhausted in the cage, fighting closing her eyes as she stared at the thick metal bars in front of her.
 
Megohime flinched at the loud clang of the bars, turning her attention to the man outside her cage with a displeased scowl. “Go fuck yourself.”
 
Megohime’s eyes flashed with fear, turning so she could kick out at him as he grew closer, pressed back against the bars as she did. “Don’t you fucking touch me!”
 
She struggled to push herself back up, kicking and squirming hard against him, but he was much bigger than her and there was no room to move in the cage.
 
She felt tears burn in her eyes, glaring ahead at the bars as she felt his hands on her, her throat tightening up. She tried to kick out at him again, lip quivering. “Get off of me!” She growled out through clenched teeth.
 
Megohime finally relented, her breathing hard and shaky as she finally stopped thrashing, clenching her fists as tears flooded her vision.
 
Megohime had to bite back a cry of surprise and disgust, jerking at his touch. She was humiliated to tears, forced into a position like she was a dog in heat and even being stimulated- she wished he had just been forceful with her. She made no noise as he touched her, her folds soon becoming slick the more he worked her.
 
Megohime clenched her jaw when he pushed into her, swallowing a whimper that threatened to come out, figuring the faster she let him finish, the faster he’d leave her alone.
 
Megohime wanted to scream, wanted cry, but she held her emotions in the best she could, knowing he would only enjoy whatever misery she displayed. This would be over soon and she would pretend like none of it ever happened.
 
She let herself collapse to the bottom of the cage, blinking away her tears as she stayed face down on the ground for a moment longer before slowly gathering herself up and fixing her skirt the best she could in the corner of the cage.
 
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