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Mornië utúlië (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

"And you as well, Amaya..." She smiled sadly, before they started dragging them both in opposite directions, "I hope to reunite with you soon...!"
 
Amaya was led off to yet another stone room, the chain that connected to her cuffs locked to the floor this time before the guard left her alone once more. She again had no choice but to kneel or sit as the chain hadn’t been given much slack.
 
She was left there alone for another day or two before Mitsunari and a couple mages came into the cell.
"We will begin your binding contract." He stated flatly.
 
“Akihime, how is she? Where is she?” She asked, not acknowledging his statement in the slightest. She had plenty of time to herself over the last day or so, and she hadn’t heard a single thing about Akihime.
 
“And of her treatment? Does she fair well?” She didn’t seem to care at all for her own fate, only her masters, which was admirable for a beast.
 
Her own eyes narrowed, expression slowly becoming hard. “Have you defiled her?”
The mages in the room looked shocked at the question, looking from one another, then to Mitsunari.
 
"No." He answered, "She doesn't interest me."
"M-My lord, you don't have to answer such questions...!" The one on his right stammered. But he said nothing.
 
"Start the binding." Mitsunari said as he began to unstrap his gauntlet. The mages nodded and both began chanting, small magical chains crawling up Amaya's leg all the way up to her neck before sinking into her skin. Another matching set of chains wrapped around Mitsunari's arm as he rolled up his sleeve. He had dozens of chain marks.
 
Amaya could feel the chains as they moved up her body, then sunk beneath her skin. She nearly collapsed forward at the pain, feeling as though the chains were wrapping around her bones and innards, tangling with one another and wrapping tightly around her heart. She couldn’t breathe, hunched forward as the smallest of noises escaped her lips, eyes wide with pain.
“She’s fighting the chains.” One mate reported to Mitsunari with a frown.
It was more likely that she was fighting the feeling of the chains rather than the binding itself, seeing as how he had made sure to thoroughly break her. Nonetheless, if she fought the chains too hard, she would but both him and herself at risk, even possibly leading to her death.
 
Her bloodshot eyes met his, and she was gasping for air, clawing at her neck. She was trying to relax, but the feeling was unlike any other. She clenched her jaw and let her head fall, staring at the floor as she did her best to relax, and soon she did for the most part.
 
The chains wrapped only a little tighter before becoming tattoo like on her pale skin.
"It is done." The mage said gently. Mitsunari pushed his sleeve down and pulled on his gauntlet.
"Take her to the dorms with the others." He ordered.
 
The mages gave a nod, and with the help of the guards, they escorted Amaya to the dorms as instructed. The familiar dorms were rather decent, spacious and packed full of beds. She was unchained and given fresh clothing, then assigned a bed and left.
 
Minehime picked her head up enough to see over the beds at the newest member of the Order, making a face. “She smells like the cold.” She said and laid back on her bed again.
 
Minehime shot him a glance and let out a huff. “Well, I don’t go to cold places, so I’ve never seen one.”
 
“I’m not gonna play at all, the frigid bitch can stay by herself.” She turned the page in her tattered book, reading something in a different language from the region they were in.
 
She looked up from her book again and frowned. “Mitsunari wants to bind me to that idiot kid who we saved.”
 
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