Matabei seemed uncomfortable with her anger, looking anywhere but at her.
"I have TB..." He muttered, "You won't get a bigger amount of it anywhere else.."
Megohime paused, going from offended to frustrated amusement. “I don’t want your garbage. You may think little of me- but you can’t buy me in a million years..!” She laughed.
“So what if I am?” She growled out, glancing over her shoulder to keep an eye on him. He wasn’t wrong, she was really craving another hit, wishing she had gotten the chance before hand so she wasn’t such a mess. “You running a charity or something?”
She let out a dry laugh, her knees starting to ache a bit from kneeling for so long on the hard floor. “And how do you plan on getting me to help you do that? Hurt me all you want, I won’t turn on my boss.”
Matabei gave a small frown and set the bottle aside, "Get her to the cells in the basement."
"You got it, boss." The two men hoisted Megohime to her feet and hauled her out of the room.
Megohime went kicking and screaming, struggling the whole way, spitting insults at Goto until she was out of ear-shot. He wasn’t wrong though, already she was getting cold sweats and she could feel the beginnings of body aches, regretting taking such a heavy dose in the first place- and yet she ached for another.
They hauled her down, finding it wasn't as hard as they thought to get her down with her jonesing as much as she was. One opened the cells and the other pushed her in before they locked it behind her.
"Go ahead and stew for a sec. You'll change your tune." They mocked before leaving.