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warnings : extreme torture, blood, gore, cursing, mentions of rape + sa . . .
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The white silk gloves slid onto Y/N's palms smoothly. The atmosphere was tense, as if an atomic bomb would explode the second anybody said anything. Even Y/N held her breath, exhaling once she felt the tight feeling in her chest subside.
"Pass me the papers." She called out to nobody in particular.
Nobody dared to even blink.
Slightly miffed that neither of her Devil's had listened, she walked over to a metal table, splattered with dried blood. Opened intestines lay on the surface; Bits of green fluid trickling slowly out of them.
Shoving the entrails away from her, she placed her hands over a slightly yellowed paper, staining the material with her tainted hands. Small, almost illegible handwriting was written on the fragile paper.
"Saeko Umihiro," She read out slowly, enunciating every letter. "This is you, correct?"
The blindfolded woman turned to the noise, lips morphing into a sneer. "Of course it is. Who the f*ck do you think I am?" She tauntingly teased, wriggling about in her restraints.
Y/N remained calm, while the others in the room bit back the urge to strangle this wretch.
Denji had a frowning expression on his face, full of contempt.
Aki heard the words, and although he couldn't see the woman, the words were as sure to be as ugly as her face.
Both Devils, Sleep and Manipulation, stared at the witch.
Sleep's eye twitched, while it flexed it's mauled hand.
Manipulation's face stretched into a wide smile; But this one was not for the feeling of joy.
Tilting her head to the left, Y/N tightened her grip on the tattered paper, careful not to rip it. Exhaling a long sigh and dragging her through her messy hair, she let her palm rest right next to a sharpened scalpel, right on the table.
"In this situation," She warned, heels clicking as the Devil Hunter neared the struggling woman. "I would advise for you to stay quiet, Miss Umihiro, as you are not in any place to talk."
The said woman sneered yet again. Angling her head to where she could stare at the source of the voice, her ridiculing voice echoing through the empty walls.
"I'm sure you could make me beg for mercy, Miss Y/N, but I prefer for my victims to be on their knees, begging for god to save them." Saeko snapped back.
Y/N smirked. "So bold now, are we?" She observed, twisting a strand of her hair with a finger. "Let's see how long it takes for that silver tongue to turn to rust."
