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Mugen (1×1 w/ Jikkah)

“How are your wounds? Were you injured badly? You looked hurt when you arrived..” She asked worriedly.
 
"It was so strange. When I entered this place, my wounds healed. Maybe the demon wanted me at full strength to fight again?" She said but then shook her head, "It doesn't matter, I've almost got this lock."
 
Something didn’t sit right in her stomach, her blood running cold at her answer. “You..” She pursed her lips as she confirmed what she had feared to be true, Etsuko’s clothes were pristine. “.. aren't her..” She muttered, taking a step back. What she was saying made no sense, if her wounds had been healed and her clothes mended, why weren’t hers? She was still covered in scrapes and bruises, clothes torn in some places from being played with.
 
She shook her head, feeling dread creeping up on her as she took another step back. “This is all a trick, you aren’t Etsuko at all- you’re the demon from before..!”
 
She scowled even more, "You figured that out far faster than I would have liked." She said, unlocking the cage and stepping inside.
 
The color drained from her face at the confirmation- would he consider this an attempted escape? “How are you doing that?” She asked, disgusted and horrified, she sounded just like her.
 
She cowered away until she was backed up against the far wall of the cell. “I-I never left the cage..!” She said, trying to argue her case as a last resort.
 
She looked up at him with wide eyes, knowing better than trying to run passed him. “Then why..?”
 
“Huh..?” She looked scared and confused, ears flushing red. Make her a decent lover? Surely he didn’t intend anything nefarious?
 
He was serious, and absolutely disgusting. “N-No! Absolutely no..!” She objected, looking embarrassed and scared.
 
She was shocked at how easily she was forced to her knees, despite being taller and bigger than Etsuko. “Please don’t..” She whimpered.
 
“You’re disgusting..!” She bared through her teeth, turning her head away the best she could.
 
Her face flushed red, and she couldn’t stop him from pushing his way into her mouth, pushing back against him.
 
She was ashamed and embarrassed, her first kiss and it was with some vile beast against her will. She made a muffled noise against his lips, the taste of blood strong in his mouth.
 
She tried to fight him, but it was no use, her clothes came off steadily, revealing a wrapped chest and a body covered in scars.
 
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