The Art Of Dancing With Demons (Blue Exorcist/Amaimon)

Ch 54

"You should see how funny they look." A voice bounced its way across the walls of the small, run down cabin, followed by a spine-shuddering chuckle.

"Like little rats trying to find cheese in a maze."

Emi could see nothing but the stray rays of sunlight that seeped through her tight blindfold. Her hands were already close to falling off, numb to the pain of the ropes that tore through the flesh of her tender wrists. Dry blood scabbed around her arms and ankles, tracing right to the tips of her crippled fingers.

Her face was scattered with bruises that resembled each color of the rainbow. One for trying to break free, one for attempting to attack, one for not keeping her mouth shut, the same mouth that was now gagged with an old rag tied to the back of her head.

Her voice had gone mute, too strained from her eternal screams for help. Now it was but a soft whisper that barely got the chance to escape her lips before it was whisked away by the putrid smell of humidity. The strong scent crawled up her nose and into the deepest parts of her being.

"You're awfully quiet." The voice said, yet Emi had not one mental picture of who could possibly be waiting for her, watching from behind her blindfold, subjecting her to so much pain.

"Your friends are rather slow. I even had to give a few hints to see if they could pick up on your location."

A calloused hand hooked against the rag keeping Emi's mouth at bay, pulling it down until her pale, cracked lips came into view.

"Time for your medicine, darling."

Emi's sore muscles tensed out of instinct, and he pushed her body against the uncomfortable chair she was tied to. However, any type of escape proved futile as she suddenly felt her chair forcefully reclining back, the two front legs up in the air as she balanced on the remaining two.

"Drink up."

And without a warning she was forced a thick tube inside her mouth, her head forcefully being held in place as a hand came up to cover her nose.

"You know the drill. If you want to breathe, you have to swallow for me, darling."

The thick, sour liquid ran down her throat like a burning fire, making her limbs shake and tense against the tight ropes that bound her down. The unknown liquid made its way down her throat and into her stomach at a painfully slow rate, and Emi could almost feel her intestines being ripped apart by a merciless hand.

Finally, the liquid started pooling around her lips, trailing down her chin where tracks of dry liquid from past days sat, uncleaned and forgotten. It was a signal that Emi could stand no more pain, and that her lungs were furiously begging for oxygen.

The hand released her nose, and in a desperate gasp Emi inhaled all the earthy, humid smell that lingered inside the room. Despite her seeing nothing, she closed her eyes, in an attempt to wake herself up from the nightmare she was forced to live.

She had nothing but the knowledge that the liquid she ingested somehow nullified her powers and even her rationalizing ability. For the first few minutes her mind was in a daze, trying to locate where she was only to give up after the sober realization that she simply did not know.

"Good job." The voice praised, followed by the sound of steps distancing themselves from her figure.

"Now the only thing left is for the child of Satan to find you." The sound of keys rattling in their chain invaded her ears. 

"Let's see how much Rin Okumura cares for his friends."

And with that, the door slammed shut, leaving Emi in a state of complete disorientation, with no hope but to call to her friend in a silent prayer.

Don't come. Don't look for me. It's too dangerous. Please, don't come.

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Heyoo! Well, we finally know about Emi's whereabouts! :")