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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

Megohime moved to the far end of the cage again, her back hurting something fierce. She could only hope they didn’t hurt the doctor that helped her try to escape.
 
"He's dead." He replied simply, like she had asked him about the weather, "His family will be informed that it was a ghoul on his way hoke from work."
 
“You’re vile!” Megohime snapped, gripping the bars of the cage as she fought tears, unable to fight the guilt that bubbled up inside her. “He did nothing wrong!”
 
Sje was allowed to sleep for once. It was odd and foreboding, but nice. The door opened and Akima came in with a pair of doves, and he gestured to Megohime. They moved into the cage and pulled her out, taking her toward a table and forcing her to sit.
 
Megohime struggled against the two Doves, grateful for the bit of sleep but still weak from hunger and thirst.
 
Megohime’s body tense up, looking between the men and her hand they forced flat on the table. “What are you doing..?” She asked shakily.
 
Akima said nothing as he took a kurkuri style quinque from the wall, moving back to Megohime. In an instant, he cut off her ring finger and pinkie at the base, the cut smooth and clean.
 
The pain was so intense Megohime almost passed out, back arching as she screamed in agony, seeing stars. The fingers sat severed on the table, blood gushing from Megohime’s hand.
 
Akima reached and grabbed her pinkie finger from the table before gripping her jaw and holding it open. He shoved her pinkie in her mouth and covered it, along with her nose, to force her to swallow.
 
Megohime’s eyes were wide with fear and pain, looking to Akima in shock, trying to yank her head away. Was he trying to feed her her own finger?
 
She trembled, struggling to swallow her finger before finally managing to choke it down, tears in her eyes.
 
He moved his hand and grabbed her ring finger, doing the same as before: cramming it into her mouth and covering her mouth and nose to keep her from spitting.
 
Tears poured down her face now, gagging on the second finger that was forced into her mouth, trying to shake her head.
 
Megohime gagged and wretched, the pain radiating up from her mangled hand almost enough to make her puke. She doubted that even if she puked up her fingers he’d reattach them for her, but what would it matter if she was dead?
 
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