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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

He merely hummed as he moved toward the wall, grabbing a wool comb and testing the teeth, "If you insist." He replied, "I'm merely causing you to suffer as my son did."
 
“He didn’t suffer nearly as much as he should have! I regret that I didn’t kill him slower.” She sneered.
 
Megohime moved closer to the corner she was huddled in, her scowl growing. She looked nervously to the tool, confused as to why he had it and how he planned to use it.
 
"This I plan to be a bit personal with. Youll have to sit still or I'll take off more than I should. And I can't have you dying just yet." He told her.
 
“Why don’t you take that and shove it up your ass?” She hissed at him, refusing to move any closer to him.
 
Megohime clenched her fists, not moving at all from her spot on the ground. “What are you going to do with that?”
 
"This wool comb is very good for brushing sheep's wool, obviously. The terrible truth is that it doesn't do too well on the skin." He told her, "Likes to take some off."
 
“Like fuck I’m gonna let you!” She snapped, baring her teeth at him. “Fuck off with that!”
 
She spat at him, pressing herself away from him as far as she could into the corner. “Get fucked old man.”
 
Megohime kicked and screamed as she was dragged out of the cage, forced to lay on her stomach and pinned to the ground. “Get away from me!”
 
"Shut up." They cut open the back of her shirt before pinning her down. Akima moved over and knelt beside her.
"Hold still, or this will be messier than it needs to be."
 
Megohime tried to look behind her, panic on her face as she was pinned by her elbows and shoulders, keeping her from moving.
 
Megohime’s entire body tensed up, pain flaring in her back as she let out a scream. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she could feel every bit of it.
 
Megohime did her best to stay quiet, but the pain was more than she could handle. Blood dripped down her sides, tears burning her eyes again.
 
Akima moved away after what felt like years, standing and taking the comb to clean it, "Dress her wounds. I don't need her to get sick and die."
"Yes, Chief."
 
She was shaking from the pain, her back torn to ribbons and bleeding everywhere. Her breathing was labored, fists clenched so tight her knuckles were white.
The men nodded, grabbing the medical supplies already prepared and disinfecting Megohime’s wounds before wrapping her up in gauze.
 
"Let her rest for a while. If her wounds reopen and she dies, all of you go with her." Akima said. The men shivered a bit but nodded.
"Y-Yes, Chief.."
 
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