Ghouls Dogma (1x1 with DarkMudkip)

Megohime said nothing to him, only gave a glare before she was turned and had her hands forced behind her back. They cuffed both her feet and ankles, then escorted her with Matsunaga out of her cell and down the long hallway. She found it a bit difficult to walk with her feet cuffed together, but didn’t have much choice but to keep up.
 
"I've been so excited to meet you, really. You're a celebrity around here, you know. We haven't had a Tamura here in my lifetime." He said as they walked.
 
“Wow, so a really long time then, huh?” She said flatly as she walked, only stopping when the guards holding both of her arms stopped, unlocking a metal door in front of her and pushing her inside.
 
She glanced around the room quickly, which reeked of blood regardless of its rather clean state. The restraints were tight, and the metal was heavy, but easily breakable with her Kagune, but she knew better. She knew what would happen if she even brought out her Kakugan, so she simply sat where she was put.
 
Megohime watched the men leave from the corner of her eyes, nearly flinching when the heavy door shut behind them leaning her alone with this man. She looked to him, but only briefly, then moved her gaze to the plyers he had in his hands.
 
"I'll assume not." He said and moved closer, "We have discovered this unique material is the only thing that can actually cut and harm ghouls."
 
“I know what it is.” She said firmly, remembering her painful time with Akihime, she still had white hair to show for her time spent locked away in her basement, which now peeked out from her black hair being without her hair dyes.
 
She jerked her head away from him, a look of disgust on her face. “Don’t touch me, you filthy vermin.” She hissed out.
 
She glared at him, trying to muscle through the pain of his tight grip on her. “You’re right..” She barely managed out with him holding her face. “I’m sure you’re usually bent over while being talked down to, this is nowhere near the correct position for either of us.”
 
She didn’t have the luxury of being able to close her mouth to gnash her teeth, so a scream escaped her and she yanked hard on the chains keeping her in the chair.
 
Megohime clenched her fists and planted her feet firmly on the ground, struggling against him, grunting and even trying to bite down on the plyers.
 
She only struggled more, giving a hard jerk in an attempt to shove him away, not caring if she cracked or even broke her teeth, they would always grow back even if completely removed.
 
She only doubled over with another cry of pain, blood dripping from her mouth onto the floor as she clenched her teeth hard.
 
It would be the question he would repeat over and over again that night, Megohime refusing to answer no matter what was done to her. It felt like years that they had been locked in the room together, time seemed to drag on forever and the pain only got worse. He removed her fingernails and even the skin entirely from her hands, only to smash them with his plyers. He broke her arms in several places, all the way up to her shoulders, then dislocated them on top of it. He moved to her feet, doing the same up to her knees. He was nothing like Akihime, she would stop and take breaks when she got bored of Megohime, or thought she would die, but this man didn’t seem to care. She passed out at least a dozen times, and vomitted many more; once her arms and legs were thoroughly destroyed, tendons cut and bones crushed, he moved to something more creative. Her head was strapped back, mouth forced open with some sort of metal gag, and a tube forced down her throat. She couldn’t see what he poured down her throat, but whatever it was, made her feel a pain she couldn’t even describe. Her chest and gut burned like she had swallowed liquid fire, and her head swam. She could do nothing more than gag and choke on the tube in her mouth, staring at the tunnel attached to the tube as her vision warped and blurred. Her entire body tingled and she felt light and hot, almost like she was on the edge of pleasure and relaxation, but the pain drove away both those pleasant feelings in waves. Even after hours of having the tube in her throat, she couldn’t help but gag and sputter, trying desperately to push it from her mouth as tears dripped down her face, wide eyes staring up at the ceiling.
 
She could hardly understand the words he spoke to her, managing to look at him from the corner of her eyes, shaking hard in her seat. She only gave a choked and muffled grunt, struggling in her chair briefly before her eyes startled to roll back into her head and she went stiff. She started to convulse, a gurgling sound coming from the tube as she struggled to breathe, a pink foam coming up the tube and even dripping from her nose.
 
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