Megohime felt tears run down her cheeks, unable to wriggle away from him any further. Masamune wasn’t big, but he weighed more than her, and she had the strength of a human her size with the collar on.
It hurt, hurt so badly, she saw white. She let out a strangled cry of pain, gripping handfuls of dirt as fresh tears pushed out and down her cheeks. “Masamune, you’re hurting me!” She cried, a trickle of blood falling down her inner thigh, something Akihime wouldn’t notice, but Masamune definitely could smell it.
He didn't stop, he was unable to. Even if something muffled and distant screamed at him to stop, begged him, he couldn't. Akihime crossed her legs and made a noise, tapping her long nails against the arm rest.
Megohime’s begging died down to quiet sobs, her struggling ceasing completely after a while, slumping forward in defeat. She only cried as her face was pushed into the dirt, closing her eyes tightly as the man she loved violated her roughly, the last shred of dignity she had left dissapearing. She started to retreat within herself, she wouldn’t fight any longer.
"That's enough, Masamune..." Akihime said gently and Masamune moved away, redressing. Akihime kept her eyes away as she stood, "I'll send for some handmaidens to get you cleaned up, Megohime..." She said before she and Masamune left.
Megohime had been given clean clothes and sat on the bed in the guest bedroom, the handmaidens leaving as silently as they came, leaving Megohime to herself.
Megohime didn’t even try the door, she simply laid on the bed, curled up and staring at the wall, she didn’t care anymore, and why should she, Masamune was gone.