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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Megohime let out a cry every time his boot connected with her, trying to get to her feet to avoid being stomped on or kicked anymore, but it was no use. Anytime she got to her feet, she was knocked down again, struggling desperately to avoid his blows.
 
He broke her legs to keep her from crawling away, why should she get to avoid punishment if Masamune didn't? It was disgusting. She was disgusting. A coward of a dragon unfit to wed his Lord. He hated her so much. He wouldn't stop until he was sure she had felt the pain he did.
 
After a while, Megohime seemed to have accepted her fate, no longer struggling or trying to protect herself from his blows, laying in the dirt as he beat on her until her ribs broke. She struggled to breathe again, her lungs collapsed from her broken ribs puntureing them, blood oozing from her mouth with every kick. This was what she deserved, to be killed and left in the dirt, just as Masamune had.
 
He beat her to death again and again, over and over until he felt numb physically and mentally. He sat back in the dirt, coughing and breathing heavily before he finally spoke.
"I'm done." He said. Akihime stood and smiled.
"Come, Katakura-dono, let's get your wounds tended to." She said and he nodded before leaving the arena.
 
They left Megohime in the arena, laying in the dirt with a broken neck and back, this time taking her close to an hour before she finally woke once again, slowly crawling to her hands and knees before standing. She wanted nothing more than to die, but doubted she would get her wish any time soon, too bad Akihime hadn’t given Kojurou another living weapon.
 
Akihime had come back, sitting under her parasol and waiting. "Ohayo." She greeted dully, "And how do we feel? Katakura-sama really came down on you."
 
“So hows your whore, Amaya?” She looked over her shoulder at Akihime. “Too busy getting fucked by someone else to be glued to your cunt?”
 
Something broke, a cracking sound echoing through the silent arena. Akihime had gripped the handle of her parasol so tightly that the wood split and shattered.
"Do not speak her name, your disgusting tongue is not fit to even utter the syllables." She hissed.
 
“Oh don’t tell me.” A smirk crossed her face, but it seemed hollow. “She’s dead isn’t she?” She laughed, but again, it seemed hollow. “What happened? Your perfect pet is gone, don’t tell me she was killed?”
 
"Shut up!" Akihime screamed, already in tears, "What, you're so bitter about murdering your husband, you have to point out other people's misfortunes?!"
 
“No, you’re the one who stopped his heart.” She said lowly. “All I wanted was our freedom, but you wanted to do nothing but watch others suffer.”
 
"He wouldn't be dead if you just left him be!" She hissed.
Amaya would be alive if you didn't torment Motochika and his wife...
"Shut up...!" Akihime covered her ears, turning away to fight more tears, "She's not dead, she's not...! She promised she would never leave me...!" She whispered.
 
Megohime scowled deeply, turning her head away. She didn’t want to see Akihime’s mental break any further. “Take me back to my cell.” She said lowly. “You don’t get to murder others and mourn for your own lost.”
 
"You aren't going anywhere." Her voice became low and haunting, her hands slipping from her head to her sides as if the nerves had died and ceased function, "You will stay right there and fight and die until I get bored of the sight. You will not sleep. You will not eat. You will not stop."
 
Megohime scowled, a chill running down her spine. “And if I refuse?” She growled out. She didn’t enjoy being toyed with, especially since she wasn’t in the mood to even be awake, wanting nothing more than to sleep.
 
"If you apologize for what you said about Amaya, I will let you eat whatever you want for dinner. You have my word." Akihime said, stopping at the door. She looked back to see what Megohime would do, her expression unreadable.
 
“I’d rather have you kiss my ass.” Megohime spat out, glaring death at Akihime over her shoulder.
 
"Very well." She stated and left, having the arena locked so Megohime could not escape. She moved into the castle and walked down the hall slowly before knocking gently on one of the bedroom doors, Amaya's old room to be specific. "May I come in...?" She asked gently.
 
Jin was mildly concerned with how Akihime acted toward her, but as of late, her concerns were increasing rapidly. Akihime refused to call her by her name, instead calling her Amaya, she was even incredibly friendly toward her, and they had only met once.
 
"Ama?" Akihime knocked again, "Are you resting...?" It seemed to be the only time when Akihime appeared to be actually human and not a heartless she-beast that she usually carried herself to be. She was so kind and offered to get Jin anything she wanted, believing her to be the long dead elf.
 
Jin frowned and moved over to the door, opening the door slowly and looking out. “What can I do for you, Akihime-sama?” She asked softly.
 
Akihime lit up and smiled brightly, "I just wanted to check on you. See how you were feeling. You said last time that training really drained you and I was hoping you would come to the gardens with me? I miss our time there together.."
 
Jin felt that same uncomfortable chill run down her spine, glancing to the floor and gripping the door handle tightly. “Ah, of course my lady.” She said softly, opening the door and stepping out, closing the door behind her.
 
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