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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

Megohime lay on the bed, the pain too great to move just yet, but she had little choice in the matter. Two men moved in and grabbed Megohime under her arms, hauling her to her feet and to the door. She stumbled along, every step making the pain between her legs flare, doing her best to cover herself with the dress, blood dripping down her thighs.

She struggled to catch her breath, finding the weak state her body was in disgusting. “You’re the one that opened them..” She jabbed back, hands trembling and legs too weak to get back into bed without help. Sweat dripped down her forehead, already feeling like she had run a mile from their brief exchange.
 
They dragged her back to her cell, where they dropped her on the mat she was provided and left her where she lay.

Mitsunari huffed as he moved to get her new gauze.
"I wouldn't have if you had just stayed in bed."
 
Megohime lay where she was dumped, in too much pain to want to even breathe. After a while she dared to look up, almost expecting to find that man now with her in the cell, but she was alone.

“I’m not staying here.” She said as firmly as she could, having little choice but to lay back down for now, too injured from the encounter to do anything else.
 
Masamune was not doing good. With Megohime missing, things around the estate were harder to keep on top of. His authority was challenged constantly, and Kojurou could only do so much.

"You are, and that's final." Mitsunari stated, "I will not have you going back to that fool of a mercenary."
 
She had left with no warning and hadn’t sent word to anyone since. It wasn’t like Megohime to just vanish- she wouldn’t have abandon her duty to Masamune.

Amaya said nothing more to him, glaring at the far wall so she didn’t have to look at Mitsunari any longer.
 
"What did I do...? Where could she have gone...?" Masamune muttered. There was a knock on his door and Kojurou came in holding a small yellow envelope.
"This came for you, boss. Feels like a disk." He said. Masamune frowned and held out his hand to take it.

He exhaled and stood.
"You'll understand one day." He said before moving to leave.
 
Megohime’s room had been thoroughly searched, and her clothes and gear were still there, only a pair of shoes missing. Was this cd somehow related to Megohime’s disappearance- had she sent it?

Amaya chose not to respond, eyes softening into a sad expression. She didn’t understand, sure there were some rough times in Sarutobi’s squad, but he was her captain.
 
He opened the envelope and carefully placed the cd in his laptop, waiting for whatever it was to load.

Mitsunari had a bit of a point though; every time he ran into her and Sasuke, she was on deaths door. He was always protective, he worried for everyone.
 
"W-Wait.. I-"
"Ssh, sh~ relax, we promise we won't hurt you~"
The video started almost immediately, a familiar woman trapped between two men- Megohime. Her eyes were glassy and she looked uncomfortable as she was pulled into a kiss by the man in front of her, the two men groping her over her clothes. The man behind her opening up her shirt and pulling her bra down to expose her to the camera as he kissed her neck.

Amaya knew the risks- she was a mercenary after all, so money should be her top priority, but lately she found it coming secondary to Sasuke. She knew staying with a squad like that would get her killed one day, but wasn’t it her choice? She closed her eyes to sleep again, finding her strength zapped after her fight with Mitsunari, in worse shape than she wanted to admit.
 
Masamune's eye widened as he just stared, Kojurou's face flushing as he recognized Megohime's voice.

Was Sasuke alive? Was he still at the safe house? There was no wat he would get anywhere on his own.
 
Megohime struggled weakly between the two men, jerking with a moan when one of the man put his hand down the front of her pants. The camera caught it all, her feeble struggle to close her legs,
"Relax Megohime~"
"Just lay back and let me make you feel good~ Don't you want to feel good~?"
"Y-Yes.."
Her eyes were glassy, like she was barely there, nodding slowly in agreement.
 
Masamune slammed the laptop shut so hard it nearly broke, leaning back in his chair as he stared angrily at the ceiling.
"Who sent that?" He demanded.
"A-Ah...there was no-" Kojurou flinched as Masamune grabbed the laptop and threw it into the wall.
"Find out!!" He shouted and Kojurou left briskly.
 
This wasn’t like Megohime at all, the person in the video barely even acted like her, and yet, there was no doubt who that was in the video: Megohime.

Megohime could hardly move from the dingy mat on the floor, several men coming over the course of several hours for their own turn. Between being loaded on TB constantly, and being knocked around, she couldn’t remember the last time she had taken celebre, but she could tell it had been quite some time. She laid on her stomach, staring at the mat blankly- she was having brain zaps from withdrawals, sweaty from her heart racing.
 
"Oi." It was Matabei, "You're sick, right? You Tags need that celebre shit. I don't know how much you beasts take, so here's a pill." He threw it into her cage and watched her, "don't croak, that would ruin the whole point of this."
 
She heard the pill hit the floor and roll to a stop, looking blankly at the life-saving medication.
If she refused it she could break free of the vicious cycle of being doped up and abused.
The thought made her heart ache in her chest, a desperate thought in a miserable moment, a strange kind of comfort. She moved eventually, driven out of fear of being taught a lesson by Goto again, crawling on her hands and knees toward the pill.
 
"So, you do wanna live. Interesting." This side of him was so jarring from the soft spoken and near timid man from before. Now, he didn't care what happened to her, as long as she didn't die before he got his revenge.
 
She was ashamed that she didn’t want to die, that she still pathetically clung to life. She grabbed the pill off the ground and quickly took it, knowing it wouldn’t be a full dose for her, but it would help reduce the worst of her symptoms. She didn’t look at Goto, eyes holding fear- she was still bleeding from their last encounter.
 
“Please..” Her voice came out quiet and desperate. “When can I leave..? Haven’t I helped enough..?” She clutched the bars of the door, watching Goto with scared and tired eyes.
 
Amaya moved quickly despite her badly being in rather rough shape, a stolen uniform jacket zipped up over her hospital scrubs. She was left with little choice but to slip away during the night, not wanting to encounter Mitsunari again.
She would have to start her search at the safe house, hoping that squatters hadn’t gotten in.
 
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