The Extinction {1x1 with DarkMudkip}

Minehime had been mostly staying by either Kojurou's side or Hidemune's side while Megohime was gone, she didn't understand what had happened, but she could tell it was nothing good. From what she could read off the lips of the men who talked openly when she was around - probably because they assumed since she couldn't hear, she wouldn't know what they were saying - she finally pieced together that Megohime was in trouble, and in order to get her back, Masamune had to do bad things.
 
Minehime was sitting out in the garden, Hidemune sitting with her, not allowed to be alone since Megohime had been taken. She colored in her book, a soft frown on her face, stopping and looking up at Hidemune. "What happened? Why is Papa so angry?" She signed.
 
Minehime felt guilt wash over her, frowning softly. "Is she gonna be okay? Is that why Papa was so angry about the box?"
 
Minehime nodded, promising Hidemune that she wouldn't blame herself, but she still felt guilt.

Three more days went by and Megohime got word of Masamune's fourth kill, relief and anger nearly consuming her. Her entire body ached, the burns on her back keeping her from moving much, if at all, and the lashes that nearly covered her body were beginning to fester, making her feel sick. The bottoms of her feet had deep puncture wounds, slashes and burns, keeping her from getting up or running. Every knuckle on her finger was bruised heavily and swollen, some fingers still dislocated, lip split and bruises covering more than half her face.
 
The guards guarding her suddenly began to gag her and cover her face with a sack. They led her out and into a car, where they drove for what seemed like ages before they took off the sack and tossed her out of the car.
 
Megohime hit the ground and let out a cry of pain, listening to the car drive off before slowly pulling the gag out of her mouth, and struggling to get to her feet. Pain shot up her legs as she walked, wandering around the streets for what seemed to be hours before she finally found her way back to the Date estate. Blank-faced, and leaving bloody foot prints behind, she pushed open the doors, limping inside before finally stopping. Falling to her knees, she sat in the middle of the floor, still numb from what had happened over the weeks she had been taken.
 
Megohime didn't react when Kojurou approached her, taking a minute for her to realize she was finally safe before she broke down. Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks, her body beginning to shake as she started to cry, lowering her head to hide her face.
 
Megohime shakily crawled onto Kojurou's back, unable to hold onto him with her left hand on account that her pinkie was missing and the remaining three out of four fingers were still dislocated.
 
Megohime was taken to the infirmary to be patched up, the doctor resetting her fingers and cleaning the lashes and burns on her body. One of the men had gone to notify Masamune that Megohime had returned to the estate.
 
Megohime was death-gripping the bed as the doctor cleaned the wounds on the bottom of her feet, having to sew up a few of the gashes. "S-Some freak named Goto Matabee." She hissed out through her teeth.
 
Megohime just shook her head, fresh tears rolling down her face, not wanting to say anymore or even ask anything.
 
Megohime flinched when he touched her, but nodded, having the other prostitutes help her to the bathroom to bathe.
 
After a few minutes, the women who had helped Megohime into the bath, exited Masamune's room, leaving Megohime to bathe in peace; but they all had a nervous look to their face. After Megohime scrubbed the dried blood and dirt from her skin, she stood to get out of the bath, only for her legs to give out as she was exiting the tub. Megohime fell to the floor with a heavy thud, hitting her head on the tile floor hard enough to stun her for a moment, but not enough to hurt her seriously.
 
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