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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

"Weren't you~? Hm~ my mistake~ regardless, you need the freshest food possible~" He said as he made his way to Amaya. He grabbed her by her bad arm and lifted her up easily, taking her towards the table and forcing her to lay across it. He pinned her down by the neck and grabbed his knife again, humming to himself as he started to shave chunks of skin from her arms. Akihime screamed, trying to launch herself and her chair at Mitsuhide, but she only ended up falling forward. She tried to twist at the last minute so she wouldn't fall on her face and hurt her jaw, landing roughly on her side.
"Don't worry, you're next. Give me just a second." Mitsuhide said.
 
Amaya saw white spots when he pulled her up by her bad arm, stumbling after him with a cry of agony, and being forced against the table with a grunt. A searing pain in her triceps made her tense up and let out a strangled scream, kicking hard to get a foot hold to try and push him off, her blood dripping onto the table beneath her.
“Get the fuck off!” She fought hard, heart beating hard in her chest, as he prepared a meal out of her.
“Stop it!” Megohime barked at Mitsuhide, watching Amaya struggle against the ghoul, the zip ties around her wrists and ankles biting painfully into her skin as she struggled to get free, but they refused to break.
 
"Aren't you hungry? Here." He took one of the chunks and moved towards Megohime , pinching her jaw to force her mouth open before cramming the flesh into her mouth and covering it so ahe wouldn't spit it out.
 
Her entire body tensed up, feeling like she had been electrocuted by dread, eyes wide as she tried to shake her head free from his hand to spit out the chunk of meat. The flesh made her mouth water uncontrollably, body screaming for her to swallow so she would have the energy to heal, stomach growling in protest as she refused to swallow.
Amaya stayed half-way on the table, the pain keeping her frozen where she was put, trembling slightly as she looked to Mitsuhide trying to feed Megohime the bits of herself he had just removed, pained gaze moving to Akihime for comfort.
 
Mitsuhide began to rub her throat to stimulate the urge to swallow, smiling as he stood patiently, "There's more where that came from, don't be shy~"
Akihime smiled despite her heavy tears, fingerspelling "daijoubu" over and over as she prayed Yukimura and Sasuke would come home faster.
 
She could only hold out for so long, no longer able to fight the overwhelming urge to swallow, tears starting to burn her eyes. His touch on her neck repulsed her, but the stimulation worked, Megohime finally choking down the flesh as she was forced to swallow. As soon as the first piece of flesh was gone, her body ached for more, but she gripped the chair firmly as she fought the relief her body felt at the fuel finally reaching her stomach.
Amaya’s arm’s throbbed painfully with every heartbeat, shirt becoming stained with blood.
 
"Good girl~" He praised and moved to get another piece to feed her. Again, he covered her mouth and rubbed her throat to force her to swallow before he moved to collect some of Amaya's blood into a cup from the bar. Instead of taking it to Megohime, he took it to Akihime. He dipped a feeding syringe into it and filled it before moving closer. Akihime looked horrified, turning her head away to try and refuse, but he just grabbed her hair and forced her head back as he forced the blood into her mouth. The taste made Akihime gag as she only sobbed more.
 
Amaya felt tears of frustration burn in her eyes as she watched Mitsuhide yank Akihime’s head back to force her blood into her mouth, head swimming slightly from the pain, but she refused to lose consciousness.
Megohime hung her head in deep shame, feeling her strength returning to her, the empty spots where her fingers had been cleanly removed slowly growing back her long missing ring and pinkie finger.
“I’m sorry, Oda..” She muttered bitterly, but the ringing in Amaya’s ears kept her from hearing the yakuza mistress’ apology.
 
"Don't be sorry~ you're a wonderful host~" Mitsuhide said as he continued to force feed Akihime her friend's blood. Akihime whimpered loudly, on the verge of throwing up.
 
Akihime’s cries made Megohime feel like she had completely failed in her role as Anesan, turning her mismatched gaze to Mitsuhide as he force-fed Akihime. She brought her head back, then spat at him, a large wad of bloody saliva hitting the back of his shirt.
“I’m sorry, Akihime.” She pulled again with all of her returning strength to try and break the ties, this time managing to free her right ankle.
 
Mitsuhide turned to look at her, scowling gently, "You recovered that much strength just from two portions?" He asked, moving away from Akihime. Her head dropped, forcing the blood out of her mouth and staining her clothes heavily.
 
“You think zip-ties are gonna stop me?” Megohime snapped another tie, wrists an angry red color from struggling so hard, the pain almost making her falter.
 
Mitsuhide smirked, watching her break the ties and standing in place calmly, "How silly of me to think so little of you~" He said, watching her carefully.
 
The amount of flesh he gave her was barely sufficient enough to summon her bikaku, and though she was able to, doing so caused great strain on her body. She used her kagune to destroy the chair, not needing to break the remaining two ties holding her down.
 
She didn’t need him to ask her twice, her kagune splitting into two points before she impaled him through both of his eyes simultaneously with a grunt of effort. She made sure both prongs came clear out of the back of his head, stumbling closer to him from the momentum of the strike, bikaku crumbling moments later.
 
He stood stalk still for a moment or two before his eyes just grew back. He rolled them around for a second before grabbing Megohime quickly by the jaw and twisting her head firmly, feeling her neck snap. Akihime screamed and sobbed even harder, shouting for Megohime through the wires of her jaw.
 
“Ane-!” Amaya shouted in shock, Megohime’s neck breaking audibly in Mitsuhide’s grasp, body going limp and crumpling to the ground at his feet. She lay in a heap, staring blankly as a weak wheezing came from her, still alive and struggling to breathe. Her body no longer responded to her at all, feeling strangely detached from her body as she lay stuck on the floor, the tips of her fingers twitching slightly.
 
Megohime could hear Mitsuhide speaking, but he sounded garbled, vision coming in and out of focus, the only thing she could hear clearly being her own breathing and heartbeat.
 
"Now that she's out of the way, I can go back to harvesting from Amaya~" Mitsuhide said, making hos way to the albino, reaching for his knife.
 
Amaya wasn’t going to lay still and let him take more, rolling onto her back when he approached to keep him at a distance with her legs, kicking hard when he drew his knife.
“Stay away from me..!” She growled at him.
 
He grabbed her ankle and spun her back around, sitting on her before using the knife to cut her shirt away. He paused when he saw all the old bite marks along her shoulder and cooed.
"These are all from Sasuke, hm~?"
 
She let out a strangled cry of pain as he easily flipped her back over and sat on her, making her writhe beneath him in pain with gnashed teeth. Amaya stuffing under him as she felt the blade pass close to her back, face flushed red when he asked about the bite marks marring her shoulders.
“Not like it’s any of your business..!” She croaked out.
 
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