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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

“He won’t love you.” She shot back, clenching her fists. “None of this will make him love you.”
 
"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.
 
"I'll use you to make him so miserablely heartbroken, he won't have a choice. Then we get rid of you and I can close this chapter of my life." He said.
 
“Then why not kill me now?” She demanded. “If sending me back in a box is all the same, why?”
 
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.
 
"If it wasn't you, you wouldn't chase it so hard, would you? The look on your face tells me all that I need to know about you, Tamura Megohime." He said.
 
“You don't even know yourself, faggot.” She said lowly, glaring up at him with tears still in her eyes.
 
His eyes widened, standing stalk still for the longest time before he moved and pistol whipped her, "Shut up!! Shut your whore mouth!!"
 
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.”
 
"I'll kill you!" He hollared, lunging forward to wrap his hands around her throat in a vice, "I'll fucking kill you, whore!!"
 
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Megohime‘s airway was squeezed shut, choking and struggling under him to try and pry his hands away from her throat. She fought back hard, panicking as her lungs burned for air.
 
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The door threw open and his men pulled him off of her.
"Boss! Relax!"
"She's baiting you, you know that!"
One of them moved to grab her, keeping her in place while the other worked to calm Matabei down.
 
Her head was spinning, seeing spots as she gasped for air, struggling against the man who held her still. Her throat and head throbbed, coughing hoarsely, glaring hatefully at Matabei.
 
Matabei looked crazed, staring at her with eyes like a wild animal.
"Dope her up. Get the cameras set up and get the fuck out." Matabei ordered.
"Yes, boss."
 
Megohime struggled as one of the men fetched the TB, bringing it over and pouring out a three into his hand.
“Hold her still..”
“Get away from me!” Megohime snapped, teeth bared as she tried to back away.
 
Megohime didn’t have the strength to fight back against the two, weakened by her TB use, all she could do was thrash in vain. The man forced the pills into her mouth and covered her mouth and nose with his hand. “Don’t pretend to swallow them, make this easy for all of us.” He said in annoyance.
She felt helpless, trying to kick out at the man to get him away from her, but he easily pinned her legs down. Her struggles wouldn’t last long, tears leaking from her eyes as she slowly relaxed, pupils dilated and eyes glassy like she was zoning out.
 
"There it is." They released her slowly, making sure she was actually high.
"I think she's ready for you, boss."
"Good. Get the cameras and go." Matabei said.
 
“On it.” The man moved over to the cameras set up at the foot of the bed, taking the leave cap off and turning on the device. Megohime laid unmoving on her back, gaze fixed on the far wall. The red lump on her forehead throbbed with each heartbeat, but she could hardly feel the pain, floating on a cloud of bliss.
“It’s going, boss.”
She turned her head slowly to look at who was speaking, watching the man move from behind the cameras toward the door. The drugs quickly made her forget the altercation just moments ago, ears ringing and mind empty.
 
"Out." Matabei hissed. They nodded and moved out one by one. Matabei moved and grabbed Megohime, hauling her to her feet and throwing her onto the bed before pushing the bottom of her dress up roughly.
 
Megohime hit the bed and pushed herself back up a bit, trying to cover herself when she felt her skirt lift. The room spun around her, making her movements slow and her reactions were far less concerned then she ought to be considering the situation.
 
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