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SAINTS (1x1 w/DarkMukip)

Amaya now wished she had saved the fingertip in her mouth so she could’ve spat it at Matsunaga, but there was no point in regretting it. She didn’t think she even had the strength to fight against his wires, but didn’t try regardless.
 
Amaya made a noise of pain as he injected the unknown substance into her, it indeed burning something fierce. Almost right away she felt it’s affects, her body growing warm and relaxed, feeling like her head was submerged in water. He watched her body grow more lax in his wires, struggling to keep her eyes open and her head upright.
 
Amaya didn’t try to bite at all this time, her pupils rather large and a dazed look on her face even when Hana approached her.
 
Hana went back to work fixing Amaya's tongue, needing to sew it back together once she managed to stop the bleeding. "We'll have to gag her so she doesn't do it again." Hana remarked. Matsunaga nodded.
"That's fine."
 
Hearing their voices was like hearing people whispering from underwater. She couldn’t even make out what they were saying, let alone have the mental capacity to try and figure it out. It didn’t matter, it was too hard to think, and just hanging there was much easier.
 
Hana finished her work and bowed to Matsunaga before retrieving her missing finger and leaving. Matsunaga moved and put a sort of bridal in Amaya's mouth to keep her from performing another stunt like that.
 
Amaya’s watery gaze moved to Matsunaga when he fixed the gag on her head, but he could see in her eyes she barely registered that he was there, looking more out of it than anything.
 
Amaya watched Mitsuhide’s mouth move, but didn’t hear a single word he spoke, instead her thoughts drifted to Sasuke, wondering if he was still waiting up for her.
 
It only took a few hours for Amaya to come down enough to be lucid, lifting her head and looking around with bleary eyes. Her tongue hurt with a nasty vengeance, and the metal bit in her mouth pressed painfully into her tongue, making her rather uncomfortable.
 
Amaya’s eyes moved to look at Matsunaga, a displeased look on her face as she made a muffled noise, glaring at him already.
 
She gave a faint smirk confirming he was right that her words had been less than kind, watching him stand up with a bit of anxiety.
 
He moved closer and pulled an envelope from his inner jacket pocket. He pulled it open and showed her a photograph; it was of her and Sasuke, mulling about outside one of his squatter homes. He held it before her for what felt an eternity before taking it away to show another picture. It was of her and Sasuke on their first bight reunited, tangled together intimately.
"Do these look familiar, Amaya?"
 
Amaya couldn’t breathe, staring at the photos in disbelief before looking up at Matsunaga. The tears in her eyes were as good a confession as any words. His Amaya never would have cried. The Amaya he trained and raised never shed a single tear, and certainly not over some ghoul.
 
His disappointment was immeasurable on his face, "So, you do, then." He remarked, "After all that I've done for you, and after being so kind as to allow your friends to live, still you go behind my back."
 
Amaya was humiliated, to have such an intimate moment be unknowingly witness and documented by a third party was beyond appalling. Was this just to further humiliate her?
 
Amaya bit the metal in her mouth hard, shaking slightly as she managed one word out, barely audible. “Please.”
His Amaya never begged either.
 
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