Chapter 14

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Hellish Domain

Disclaimer: This Chapter is one that covers rather dark and descriptive sequences of torture. Dialogue and descriptions in certain portions of this chapter may not be suitable to the rating placed for the rest of the chapters and this story in general. Discretion is advised.

"That it bro?" Nori hissed being smashed face first into the ground again. Her hair was in disarray and the floor was marked up with spots of her blood from being dragged across the abrasive concrete. Tasuke grabbed her by the back of the head again showing her face to the Ghouls around him, this was the sign to anyone that would have screwed up.

Her face was welted and blistered on both cheeks and a gash had been opening in her forehead. Her lips were busted open and fresh blood was flowing down her face staining her silky skin. One eye was swollen shut with a bruise and the other was bloodshot from being target by gouges and pokes by the older Ghoul. Her clothes were torn apart leaving her in really just her undergarments covered in what decided to cling to her now beaten frame.

"This is the sign for failure! How are we going to avenge anything with weaklings that are careless?" Tasuke asked them all with rhetoric. His sister was brought down in a jagged pull abdomen doubling over across his raised right knee. Blood flew from her mouth and stained the ground in small splatters, he did not care. Instead of letting her fall on her own he moved his knee and in the same motion crushed the heel down upon her back.

"You all know that these actions are unacceptable!" the blue haired Ghoul shouted loudly. His heel ground into the lower back of his sister drawing a pained yelp from vocal cords too worn to do anything except. This beating had gone on for several hours now and the previous day had turned to night and then back to dawn, she was in a bad way." Even if they are from my sister though thinks she's special!" he lifted her up again.

Streams of blood ran down her mouth and pooled upon her breast. Tasuke glared at the sight and laughed, this was what he had caused the utter beat down of his sister. She looked up, eyes somehow healing enough to look for a friendly face or someone. No one was there for her and Tasuke let her go once more body hitting the concrete with a heavy thud.

Nori placed her hands against the ground. They touched pools of her own blood and sweat, not two things any living thing would want to be touching, and pushed up allowing her a brief few moments to regain some sense. A minute later a hand grabbed her by her bra strap and lifted her up body heavily battered and unable to do much of anything to fight back with anymore.

"Tasuke, you are a sick bastard. But this is not even close to the worst thing I've been through," Nori wheezed vision becoming spotty. The door at the entrance opened and a creak of light reached in across the room against one of the walls. She smiled hearing the heavy footsteps, they were a man's an angry one at that.' Ayato Kirishima. A big wig is here guess we'll stop for a few minutes,' she was cast down.

Everything once again began to fade to black. Miza's voice rising up before everything stopped having color or sound.

Somewhere...

'W-where?' Ren thought eyes blurring. He only knew that there were restraints holding him upright in the chair, hard wood to be precise. The blue-green haired Ghoul pulled tired against the bindings but he failed to move.

The location was far from a pleasing place either. The room was very large and had a domed ceiling, like a grain silo or observatory. Many marks were aged against the ground as if blood or something bloody had been drawn across it. The floor itself was a checkerboard pattern of black and white tiles none of which where chipped or even scratched aside from the stains.

'Guess this is hell after all. He must have really choked me hard to kill me,' Ren kept thinking trying to keep his eyes open to watch. In his mind there was no doubt he was dead the acrid smell of blood and the sense of things yet to come too strong for him to still be alive.

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