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Requiem of Destruction (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

It felt like ice had invaded her body and then suddenly shattered, leaving her frozen, unable to even breathe. "It wouldn't matter if you reforged me a hundred times, I won't change - we won't be compatible. You're too weak." She hissed.
 
Akihime actually began to laugh, almost spilling her potion, "Weak? That was very cute. I don't want to use you, weapons are so barbaric." She moved over with that disgustingly sweet smile she wore, "I'm going to melt you down and take little small sections and make new weapons." She swirled the potion and giggled, "See, that way the most powerful weapon in all of creation can never be used against me or my plans."
 
Megohime felt like a hot knife had been plunged into her stomach, something that would be agony, but not kill her. She knew exactly what would become of her if she were to be broken into shards small enough to only make arrowheads; she'd lose herself, lose her mind and all her sense of a whole being, she'd cease to exist.
 
"Shut your mouth!" She snarled, wanting to lash out at Akihime, but unable to to anything but glare. "You don't know what you're playing with..!"
 
"I suppose that's the fun of experiments, isn't it?" She asked before moving to force the potion into Megohime's mouth, "Now, since you aren't very keen to help willingly, I'm going to have to convince you, and this will do just the thing. You'll feel a little numb, maybe some horrible internal pain. I'm not so sure, I haven't mixed these herbs together before!"
 
Megohime sputtered and tried to spit out the potion, already a burning sensation running down HER throat and burning her mouth. A scream tore from her throat, but she herself silenced it against her own will, biting down hard on the glass vile that was still in her mouth. Tears streaked down her cheeks as the shards of glass cut her tongue and mouth, her body feeling hot already.
 
Megohime spit out the glass, blood dripping down her lips, she hadn't done it on purpose, her body simply reacted to how the potion affected her; it made her submissive even if she wasn't.
 
Megohime spit the blood that was pooling in her mouth onto the floor, doing her best to look around with her limited mobility.
 
The room she was in seemed isolated, like it wasn't even apart of any physical building. It was like it was in its own space. It felt weird and unnatural.
 
Megohime felt like she had swallowed liquid metal, her ears rang, her body was hot, and she saw white spots, but she still didn't make a sound while Akihime was gone; all against her will.
 
After some time, Akihime returned, but she was dressed differently. Her attire was simple and classy instead of the regal and ornate gown she met Megohime in. "How are you feeling, dear?"
 
Megohime glared at Akihime, the only action her body would allow her to do. "Fuck you." She hissed out, still in quite a bit of pain.
 
Megohime's face flushed in embarrassment and rage, watching Akihime as closely as possible, trying to determine when her time would come. A door somewhere to the side of her opened and she heard someone enter, close the door, and watched as a white-haired elf moved into the room holding many different tools. Laying them down on an empty table, Megohime'a heard skipped a beat; player clamps, chisels, hammers, and much more was laid out, all of them blacksmithing tools.
 
"Oh, thank you, Ama, I had nearly forgotten these." Akihime smiled and kissed Amaya's knuckles gently, "Woud you like to stay and help? If not, I understand."
 
Amaya's cheeks flushed softly, bowing her head to Akihime. "If you request my assistance I shall provide." She said.
"You're both fucking insane..!" Megohime snapped, the look in her eyes that of a wild animal.
 
Akihime looked back at Megohime with a blank expression before looking back to Amaya, "If you have a preference of tool while I work on this poison, I would appreciate it." She said blandly.
 
Amaya gave another nod, moving to the tools and grabbing a heavy pair of metal cutters before moving over to Megohime. The brambles holding Megohime's arms pushed forward, forcing Megohime's arms to be out in front of her. Grabbing her left hand, she brought the cutters up to her pinkie, and without hesitation, cut off the first segment from her finger. Megohime's scream echoed in the room, but no one outside that room would ever hear it, not with the barrier Akihime had put up. Amaya worked slowly, cutting off each finger one by one, one knuckle at a time until her left hand was nothing more than a bloody mess without fingers- then she moved to her right hand.
 
Amaya nodded, moving the vines back so Megohime's arms were stretched out flat against the wall, one hand creating a puddle of blood on the floor beneath her. Megohime was in too much pain to speak, shaking hard, and trying to focus her blurry vision on Akihime.
 
Akihime kissed Amaya's cheek before moving to gently pour the poison into Megohime's mouth, "It won't hurt~ but you will feel incredibly sick~ Mm~ maybe some muscle pain~"
 
Megohime tried to fight Akihime, but again, it was in vain. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she coughed, parts of her body growing tense already.
 
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