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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

"I know that. Haven't you heard a word I said? I'm not looking for him to love me. I need him to hurt. So much so, that if given the chance he'd kill himself. Then I'd be happy." He said.
 
It was a punch to the gut that nearly made her lunge for him again. “Kill himself..” That’s what he was trying to accomplish? Would it even matter if she was sent back in a box or filled like a whore? Wouldn’t they both kill Masamune? She didn’t know what to do, stomach twisting with fear.
 
Megohime felt shame wash over her in a hot flush, knowing exactly what he meant. “It’s not me..” She couldn’t look at him anymore, vision growing blurry from tears. “I’m not myself when I’m on it..” She argued back.
 
He gave a small, cruel laugh; a mocking sound that only seemed to make the shame burn hotter.
"You think so? That's why you were begging for it the other night, hm? You're fooling yourself."
 
She was so embarrassed she broke out into a sweat, fists clenched as she tried to fight the tears that fell down her face. It was like she was becoming a different person, like some other version of her took over on TB- but as unfair as it was it was still her that did it. She was humiliated and disgusted with herself.
 
Megohime was knocked to the ground with a grunt of pain, her eyebrow split open and bleeding from the strike. She pushed herself upright, wiping the blood away from her eye. “It sounds like you’re just upset he fucked me before he would ever consider you.”
 
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